Gina’s eyes shot up to his – what was this? She hoped it wasn’t some ham fisted attempt at match making – because that would never work.
“What do you think you’re doing, Dad. My relationship with Matthew is well – complicated. Truth is we don’t have a relationship we crashed into each others lives, had an affair and then look what happened,” she said smiling at baby James. “So don’t interfere – please. Whatever it is you’re planning – forget it.”
She might make a good show of appearing slightly outraged in front of her father but the truth was Gina was tingling with excitement at this news. Whatever was going on Matthew was coming here – apparently to see her dad but he would know very well that she’d be here too.
Panic suddenly gripped her – he’d see James. Would he guess? Could he look at the infant and not see the resemblances? What on earth was she going to say to him?
Chapter 6
Gina had hoped that Matthew would make some excuse and stay away. She’d half expected him to speak to her dad at the office instead – but no, he didn’t. There was no lame excuse to postpone and he arrived on time looking as handsome and suave as always and clutching a large bunch of white roses for Grace.
He kissed Grace on the cheek and shook her dad’s hand warmly before turning to Gina. A small smile - forced and without warmth followed by a sweep of his dark, moody eyes over the length of her body was all she got. Was he angry with her for some reason – for not contacting him perhaps after that night in his penthouse? Or was he looking for signs of change – some indication of how her body had altered because of childbirth? That would be it, she decided. He was so selfish that should he decide to take her to his bed again he would want her perfect and not spoiled in any way by just having given birth.
Gina glowered back and merely nodded her recognition. She’d not made much of an effort. She was wearing her old tight jeans and a loose tee shirt. Her long blonde hair cascaded freely down her back and her face was devoid of any make up. Take it or leave it – she thought as his eyes continued their private but critical appraisal of her appearance.
He, on the other hand was immaculate in a dark beautifully fitted suit and cream shirt with a deep blue tie. He stood and chatted to Grace easily his hands in his trouser pockets and looking so damned gorgeous. Gorgeous, hot and smelling of that tantalising cologne he always wore. She wanted to go to him – to wrap her arms around his broad frame and sink into his very being. Instead she sniffed and grabbing a bag of nappies hauled James from his crib and mumbled something about having to change him.
“Allow me,” Matthew surprised her with those eyes of his boring into hers. “I can do that if you wish,” he offered.
“It’s no trouble and I wouldn’t want you to get your clothes all messed up,” she put to him with a surprised sneer.
“You may not think it from what you know about me but I do have some experience with infants,” he assured her taking off his jacket and wiping the surprise from her face.
Gina couldn’t think from where this experience would have come from. She’d met his step mother and his sister and neither of them had small children.
Seeing her bewilderment he smiled understandingly and explained.
“Katarina used to work at a nursery in Portofino and from time to time I used to help out. I’m back there so infrequently that the only way I could spend any time with her was to lend a hand,” he explained with a shrug. “Whenever they were short staffed, went out on trips or had birthday parties,” he clarified.
Gina nodded – so he really could do the baby thing. Mr perfect with his arsenal of particular skills struck again! But somehow she just couldn’t imagine the wonderful, high powered business man that was Matthew Dark waist high in small children and actually coping.
“He’s cutting his first teeth,” she told him holding out his teething ring. “If he’s tetchy give him this to bite on.”
Gina was too amazed by this admission - this new side to him to refuse. So as Matthew held out his arms she proffered the wriggly bundle and watched as he calmly cradled their son in one arm while continuing his conversation with Grace. James was perfectly at ease with this arrangement and gurgled happily while staring up at the handsome stranger who had hold of him. Then after disappearing upstairs to the nursery Matthew returned minutes later with baby James changed and happily sleeping in his arms.
“See, piece of cake,” he smirked handing him back to his mother. “He’s a lovely boy – can’t decide who he looks like though but I can’t see much of Hastings in him,” he noted smugly. “Or you either, Gina, for that matter.”
Gina scowled back and put James down in his crib. Was he trying to make some point, she wondered? Surely he couldn’t have guessed? If he suspected anything, anything at all then he would have said something she reminded herself as her heart raced. Gina carefully tucked a blanket around James then followed the others into the dining room.
She wasn’t really very hungry and she certainly didn’t feel like making small talk. And then there was the atmosphere – the conversation seemed forced and stilted. Grace kept giving her father sneaky little looks and trying to get him to leave with her – leave Matthew and Gina on their own Talk about ‘elephant in the room’. All four of them were really struggling. Her dad was trying to keep the chat about business but Grace kept on about James and how he was developing and growing. Gina wasn’t fooled – she knew Grace was trying to draw him in – trying to get Matthew to ask questions that she didn’t want to answer.
Thankfully a couple of hours later Matthew decided to leave. He thanked Grace for the meal, swapped a few pleasantries and arrangements with her dad and then asked if Gina would see him out.
First she checked on her son who was lying asleep. “Have you seen James’s teething ring – the one he can hold?” She asked carefully moving the covers over his small body so as not to disturb him. “Matthew did you bring it back with you from the nursery?”
Dark shook his head – he’d no idea. “Probably not,” he decided. “Why is it important?”
“Well it’s his favourite – that and this little bear,” she said shaking a small handful of plush, velvet fabric at him. “They can be funny at this age about what they like – I’ll look for it later.”
She trailed after him down the hall and stood in the hallway as he made to leave.
“Goodnight, Matthew,” she smiled a quick half smile and tried to close the door behind him.
“Not so fast, Miss Deverell,” he said pushing his large frame behind the door to keep it open. “I think we have some unfinished business, don’t you?” He watched her for a few moments – watched her eyes widen and the faint flush colour her cheeks. He reached forward and placed a hand on her belly. “You’ve got that wonderful figure back. That’s very good – and very quick - so when do I get to sample the new you?”
Gina put all her weight behind the door but Matthew just shook his handsome head and didn’t budge. The hand that had caressed her belly had now moved up to one of her breasts and Gina groaned softly.
“Perhaps dinner with me – alone – just the two of us and then perhaps we can talk things through,” he said with that delicious smile of his on his face as his hand went deliberately under her tee shirt. “No bra – now there’s a blatant invitation if ever there was one – what do you think, Miss Deverell?” He asked his dark eyes glinting with desire as he explored further. The skin of her breasts felt cool, soft and very inviting. He feathered his fingertips lightly over both her nipples feeling them harden and swell as he pinched and pulled lightly.
This intimate caress had Gina burning with all the familiar need. As his fingers touched her sensitive peaks her response was instant. Fiery hot tongues sprung into action - licking and flaming a scalding dance straight to her sex. God how she’d missed him, missed this – and in the worst possible way. She missed his control, the way he dominated her, she missed the frenzied, electric, all consuming delight of having h
im tie her down and use her for his own pleasure until orgasm was all that filled her world.
“I’m not leaving just yet,” he whispered moving closer – his hands kneading her flesh. “I’m going to make you come first – come and scream,” he promised twisting one of her peaks hard – so hard that she winced in pain. “Like it, don’t you?” He smirked knowingly and moved his hand so that he could rub between her legs over her jeans. “You’ll have missed this as you lay in bed with Hastings’s – when all you had were his hands and his vanilla tastes to arouse your body.” He pinched again – and watched her inhale deeply and close her eyes as the pleasure hit. “I hurt your breast but you thrill in here, don’t you Gina?” He said stroking her sex harder and twisting her nipple again with his other hand.
“Loosen your jeans,” he ordered. “Like I said – I want you to come for me,” he insisted temptingly.
“No – not here – I can’t,” she told him falteringly and looking back along the hallway to see if her dad or Grace was watching them. “I rather you just went and left me alone.”
“No you wouldn’t – you want me to pleasure you. You like it when I torment and you’re as hot as hell right now – aren’t you?”
She couldn’t answer him – he was so right – again! But the way he just stood there – smirking at her – knowing she was finding his invitation so very tempting meant that nothing short of slamming the door in face would get rid of him. But she couldn’t – she just couldn’t turn her back and refuse him. She was still so very vulnerable. Where he was concerned she just couldn’t say no and he was well aware of that. So he stood watching her struggle with her needs– an amused look on his beautiful face as he stared straight into her eyes in that special way of his. Would she always be such a sucker for that look from him, she wondered?
“Okay – but they mustn’t see,” she said nervously glancing behind her again.
Gina suddenly felt like a naughty teenager – a kid who was standing on the front steps enjoying a crafty fumble with her boyfriend. But it wasn’t like that, she reminded herself. This wouldn’t be some inept caress and Matthew wasn’t her boyfriend.
“Unfasten those jeans and slip them down your backside a little,” he ordered.
Gina’s fingers were shaking as she grappled with the button and the zip but finally she wriggled the tight denim fabric down like he’d said.
“Legs wider,” he told her sliding a hand inside her panties. “You’re on fire,” he whispered feeling her aroused flesh and the hot dampness of her sex. “So eager, so very hungry, I’m flattered” he said slowly as he pushed his fingers into her ready core. “Do you want me to be harsh, Gina? Stretch you - fill you with my fingers,” he tempted running his lips over her cheek until he was nibbling at her mouth. “You know what to do – what I like so put your hands behind your back and keep them there,” he ordered.
The words set her alight – Hardcore Matthew was back – and how she’d missed him. Electricity jolted down her spine and tingled deep inside her sex. She obeyed at once and without question.
“I want to hear you scream and come hard for me,” he teased. “So I’m going to be rough and I’m going to use this,” he said withdrawing his hand and producing a small, spiky latex finger vibrator from his pocket.”
He was always going to do this – he’d had that thing in his pocket all the time knowing very well how he was going to use it. Gina gasped as he rubbed it gently against her cheek - as it buzzed across her skin. She felt her breathe catch in her throat imagining – for a second – what it would feel like when he used it elsewhere. But she didn’t have to wait long.
He slipped it on the middle finger of his right hand and with that controlling smile of his on his lips he ran it over her sex before parting her labia and pressing it hard against her clitoris.
“Ready,” he tempted. “Don’t move your hands – keep them well out of my way,” he growled.
The thing hummed into life and Gina arched backwards groaning. The sensation of that little toy against her most sensitive place was pure bliss. He stroked – he pressed and when the luscious sounds of her enjoyment became more frantic he plunged his vibrator clad finger into her vagina and fucked her hard with it.
She was drifting – it wouldn’t be long now – a matter of seconds. The intense pleasure had her gripped tight and as Matthew applied more heady pressure to her delicate, aroused bud she buried her face in his chest and shrieked into his frame dissolving into his arms as she experienced a climax that was both fierce and raw.
“What do you have to say to me now,” he trilled in her ear knowing full well he’d just completely reawakened the elemental, submissive side to Gina’s sexuality. “Shouldn’t you thank me – thank me for giving you so much intense gratification,” he asked his face a mask of emotionless arrogance? “Gratification you just can’t get anywhere else.”
Gina fluttered her eyes open and met his only inches away. She shuddered – what she saw there was unbridled carnality – this man was possibly capable of almost anything.
“Say thank you, thank me for the pleasure – and mean it,” he smirked rubbing the thing back over her clitoris and making her shiver. “If you don’t then I’ll punish you,” he lifted his hand and rubbed the now still and silent vibrator lightly over her fully lips before smothering her mouth with his own and delivering a kiss so hard, so feral it left Gina reeling.
“Open and suck,” he ordered as he pulled away from her. “I want it clean and I want your gratitude,” he ordered Now lick,” he said presenting her with the little toy once again. She had no choice – he towered over her his dark eyes a cruel mockery of what they should be after such an intense interlude between them.
Gina parted her lips and flicked out her tongue tasting both the material of the soft, spiky toy and her own arousal. She closed her eyes as Matthew pushed it further inside her mouth until finally satisfied he put it back into his jacket pocket. He looked at her with that smug expression for a moment then grabbing a handful of her blonde hair he dragged her face to within a few centimetres of his own.
“Now thank me,” he growled. “And promise me a reward – a reward I’ll enjoy but you won’t” he smirked again and yanked once more on her long tresses making her squeal.
“Okay – anything - thank you Matthew” she rasped. “That was great,” she added in a whisper.
He released her with a shrug and watched as she hastily refastened her jeans. She watched him warily – unsure what he might do next. This was new and very unnerving. He could be rough, she knew that but this was different – this was even darker. This side to Matthew had her quaking with fear but it also excited her to the point of desperation – it added a new an exciting frisson to her acute need for him.
“And my reward - what will you do to please me, Gina?”
“Anything you want, Matthew – anything,” she repeated meekly rubbing her mouth.
“Good – I’ll think of something interesting. Be assured it will involve you being rendered helpless and perhaps my sweet, little crop,” he warned leaning in close again. “But you like it when I slap you – redden and hurt that delectable body of yours – don’t you Gina?”
Yes she did – she hated herself for it but just listening to him had her on fire. Her mind and her body thrilled with delight. Thank God he wanted to see her again.
“I have to go to New York in a couple of days. I won’t stay long and when I’m back I’ll contact you.”
Chapter 7
“I think this must be Matthew’s,” her dad said at breakfast handing her a cell ‘phone. “I found it under that armchair. I can only presume it must have fallen from his pocket when he took his jacket off,” he smiled turning the pages of the morning paper. “He’ll miss it,” he pointed out watching Gina plonk it idly on the table as if it had no importance at all. “It’s one of those fancy things you can run your whole life from.”
Gina watched the knowing smile and with renewed interest
reached out took the mobile and examined it more closely. She’d love to know more about Matthew’s life – much more. But it wasn’t about to give up its secrets – the thing was password protected so she couldn’t see any of his texts or contacts.
“Give it him back when you go into work,” she suggested.
“Well I would but I’m taking Grace to the dentists this morning,” he paused his spectacles almost falling off his nose as he peered at his daughter. “You know what she’s like – a bag of nerves. And given that he’s off to New York any time perhaps you could do the honours,” he smiled again then casually went back to his newspaper.
Gina shook her head – she really didn’t want to go anywhere near Matthew just now. But her dad was right and perhaps she could get away with leaving it with his secretary or someone in the offices so reaching for her bag she threw the thing in.
Was her dad matchmaking – blatantly trying to fling the two of them together again, she wondered? And could she blame him for trying? But would he be so keen if he knew the Matthew she did and what he was really like? Most certainly not, she shivered.
“He might not even be there – at his office I mean – your office,” she corrected herself. “And I’m sure as hell not going to that man’s penthouse.”
James Deverell looked at his daughter closely. He knew she must like Matthew and after seeing them interact last night he was guessing that he liked her too. But something was wrong. Starry eyed lovers they most definitely were not.
Gina took the tube into central London and then took the familiar walk to her dad’s old office block. Much to her relief there was a young woman sitting behind a desk in the small reception area on the ground floor.
“Could you give this to Mr Dark, please?” Gina smiled and presented her with the cell ‘phone.
“Is there a message?” The receptionist asked as she scanned Gina from head to toe haughtily from behind thick, black lashes. “Is Mr Dark expecting you or this?” She asked eyeing the ‘phone suspiciously.
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