by Sorcha Grace
My pleas went unanswered as two and then three fingers were thrust inside me, filling me, pressing upward against my g-spot. It wasn’t his cock, but it was enough to make me shudder and squirm.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I gasped. I was seriously uncomfortable now, but in the most delectable way.
He knew it, too.
“Do you want to come?” he asked innocently as his tongue continued its assault. My hips arched off the bed, and I struggled not to piston them.
“Uh-huh,” I managed to say.
“Good.” He pulled back, his lips and chin shiny with my arousal. His grey eyes caught and held mine just as he reared up and plunged his cock into me, then started to gently rock.
I spiraled up, feeling every nerve tightening and ready to explode until he withdrew, leaving just his wide swollen tip at my entrance.
“No,” I choked out in anguish.
“What do you want? Tell me.”
“You,” I said hoarsely. “All of you.”
Our eyes stayed locked as he slid into me, inch by delicious inch, and my muscles contracted around him, holding him in place. He rocked again, the tip of his penis angled perfectly, stroking me in that spot that drove me crazy. I could feel the tremors starting in my legs and I cried out, “I can’t hold back.”
“Almost there.”
I could feel the contained power in him, the way he tensed before he said in a guttural shout, “Come with me, Catherine.”
I did, grabbing his shoulder and holding on as he pumped into me, the climax ripping through us both.
We tumbled back, William rolling over and taking me into his arms. Usually I went back to sleep after we’d had morning sex, but not today. Memories of yesterday’s incident started flooding back, even before William pulled out. The daybreak seduction might have been his attempt to keep my mind off of things, but—fabulous orgasm aside—it wasn’t working. I could feel my chest tightening as flashes of being trapped in my darkroom and images of that screwdriver flying as I kicked my way out looped over and over again in my head.
I was still clasped in William’s embrace, my head nestled under his chin and my ear pressed to his hard chest. He must have sensed my rising panic because he murmured, “I’ve got you, baby girl. I’ve got you. You’re okay.” He kissed the top of my head tenderly.
I nuzzled against William’s neck and let his reassurances wash over me. I never wanted to leave right here, this moment. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing, letting the steady thump of William’s heart soothe me as his strong arms held me close.
I had just dozed off when William asked, “Feel like a workout?” His deep voice rumbled through me and he made the question sound way sexier than it was.
“Didn’t we just have a workout?” I replied weakly.
“This one takes place in the gym, with our clothes on. Come on, it will do you wonders.”
It was way too early to stand up, much less burn calories, but I agreed anyway.
On the way down to the building’s private gym, I kept waiting for William to say something about me going to my condo. Even though he’d said he wasn’t mad at me, I suspected he was actually pretty pissed that I’d made him worry and had put myself in danger. At the very least, he was entitled to an I-told-you-so, and I was ready to let him have his moment. Plus, we still needed to talk about the security system he was having installed in my building—the one he’d “forgotten” to mention.
But it didn’t come.
We walked into the gym, which was empty except for us, and he gave my ass a squeeze, then hopped on one of the treadmills. He liked to watch the stock reports while he exercised, which had the potential to put me in coma, so I grabbed a couple of magazines and wandered over to an elliptical.
The magazines weren’t half as interesting as watching William run on the treadmill. My man was in excellent physical condition. If not for the fine sheen of sweat on his body, you’d never know he was working hard. His breathing stayed level, even as the incline rose and his pace increased. He was like a fine-tuned machine, every sculpted muscle working in tandem with the others.
William glanced over at me and, when he saw I was ogling him, gave me a slow, smoldering smile. It was hard to exercise when I couldn’t breathe, and I took a huge gulp of air when he looked back at the TV screen—and not just because he turned me on. I definitely needed to work out more. William never invited me to join him at the gym. Then it dawned on me: inviting me to this workout was another attempt to keep me busy and my mind off what had happened yesterday.
Okay, Cat, deep breath. I had to face it. What exactly had happened yesterday? I wasn’t an idiot. There was no way another criminal had just randomly chosen to break into my condo, in broad daylight, at the exact moment I happened to be there, then spontaneously decided to lock me in my darkroom. I hadn’t seen anyone and neither had Asa when he’d rescued me. I hadn’t heard anyone come in.
Which meant whoever it was had either followed me there on my walk from Beckett’s or...was already inside when I’d arrived.
Bile burned at the back of my throat. The possibility made sense. Someone could have hidden until I went in the darkroom and then come out and...
I didn’t want to think about what could have happened or the fact that some creep might have been there, watching me, the entire time. Something bigger was going on and it was finally crystal clear to me that William was right. He’d had a lifetime of experience with threats and extortion attempts. What did I have? A stupid impulse to prove I knew better, which had backfired horribly.
I let out a huge sigh. I definitely didn’t want to be alone until whoever was pulling this shit was caught. Which meant I’d be staying at the penthouse. That wasn’t so awful, really. I sighed again.
William must have heard me exhaling because he looked over from his treadmill and gave me a thumb’s up, like he was encouraging me to keep pushing myself in my workout. I smiled back.
But I wasn’t working out very hard, and in fact, I was barely moving my arms and legs. I’d already expelled enough energy this morning. I really wished I was back upstairs in bed.
The latest issue of Chicago Now was open in front of me, and I was mindlessly flipping through pages filled with images of beautiful people at various events around the city—boutique openings, charity fashion shows, a debutante ball over the holidays—when something caught my attention. It was a picture of Hutch Morrison at some party, surrounded by about eight women, all sticking their chests out for the camera. I kept staring down at the image of smiling Hutch, whose grin looked a lot like the ‘shit-eating’ kind. Who could blame him, surrounded by a bevy of babes? My new boss—I guess I could call him that—was smoking hot and his ripped body and rock-star tattoos screamed “bad boy.”
The good kind of bad boy.
No, really the best kind of bad boy. Judging by the looks of the ladies in the picture, Hutch’s bed wasn’t cold. I was just curious how many of those women had been in it.
I looked up just as William walked over. He’d finished his workout and had a towel around his neck. He glanced down at the open magazine in front me, and his gaze locked on the picture. Something flickered in his eyes and turned them stormy blue.
“Are you ready to go? I have an early meeting.”
Shit.
* * *
William didn’t say anything until we were back upstairs, naked, and under the shower jets in the master bath.
“Keeping tabs on Morrison now?”
I let the water wash over my hair. “No. I just happened to see him in that picture. I don’t see people I know on the pages of society magazines very often.” I reached for my shower gel, but William already had it in his hands.
“Interesting that it was Morrison you happened to spot.”
I wanted to roll my eyes. Did he really think I was interested in Hutch? “Just coincidence.” I held out my hand. “Can I have my shower gel?” He started to hand it to me, and then seemed to t
hink better of it.
He flicked it open and squirted a small amount into his palm. “Turn around.”
Since this was the first time in the last fifteen minutes he’d lost that annoyed, pouty expression, I turned. William’s hands started at my shoulders and worked their way down my back, leaving a trail of yummy smelling suds. I heard him squirt more into his palm, and then his hands were on my waist and working their way down my bottom. He moved lower, his hands caressing my thighs and my calves, then back up again to soap my backside.
“You have a sweet ass, Catherine.”
I almost laughed. “Thanks.” He didn’t usually go for my butt. William was more of a breast guy, but his hands kneading me there felt pretty good. Then they slipped lower, between my legs. He ran his slick fingers over my sex, and I had a jolt of anticipation.
“You like this,” he said, stroking me.
“You know I do.”
His fingers slid higher, into the seam of my bottom, and he ran one finger up and down the cleft. “You’re going to like it when I fuck your ass too.”
It wasn’t a question. It was a command.
Apparently, the tender William who’d bathed me, caressed me, and held me last night and then again this morning was gone, and possessive William had come to take his place and claim what he wanted. And maybe today, right now, we were going to do this. It would be a first for me.
William’s fingers continued to slide up and down between my cheeks, and I reached out and braced my arms against the wall of the shower, lowering my head so the water could pound on my back and release some of my tension.
“That’s right.” William used a knee to spread my legs. “Let me see that sweet ass.” His finger circled my anal opening lightly, and I shuddered. “Every part of you is mine, Catherine. You know that, don’t you?”
I looked over my shoulder and met his hungry eyes with mine. “I’m yours. You know that.”
His finger probed me gently. “I’m going to enjoy taking you here.” His thick digit pressed more insistently at my opening, and I sucked in a breath and held it.
“Just breathe,” William ordered. “Don’t I always make you feel good? Trust me.” His soapy finger circled and toyed with me, then gently pressed against my resistance. “Relax, baby. Take a breath and then push back against me.”
I did as he instructed and pushed back against him, exhaling. I felt his thick finger slide in and go deeper than it had ever been in, past my tight ring of muscle and completely inside me.
Oh my God. My legs went weak and heat instantly shot to my core.
Slowly, William fingered my ass, gently stretching me and moving in and out of my most intimate place, filling me until I was arching myself toward him and meeting his finger with my own thrusts.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked with a growl.
I met his gaze again. With the water sluicing over his hard chest and plastering his dark hair back from his forehead, he looked like a Spartan warrior. His eyes were molten grey now, and his piercing stare was directed fully at me. Just a look from him when he was this intense, this aroused, reduced me to a quivering bundle of nerves.
“I love everything you do. I love you.”
At that moment, with him looking at me with such raw desire in his eyes and me so thoroughly consumed with need, I would have done anything he wanted me to.
“Who do you belong to, Catherine?” His finger slid out of my ass and then his cock was moving up and down between my cheeks.
I panted with anticipation. “You, William. Only you.” As the head of his penis pushed against me, I curled my hands into fists. Everything inside me was tightly coiled and ready.
“That’s right. Only me.”
There was a subtle pressure as that rounded head pressed harder to gain access. I rocked back, inviting, needing. William let out a harsh groan. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
But then he pulled away.
What? I was ready. Why was he stopping?
“But not today. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Then I felt his hard member move down until it rested at the entrance to my sex. My body was screaming with need, and I pushed back to force him to penetrate me. He chuckled. “Not yet.”
He slid his slick cock over my swollen sex. I dug my fingernails into my palms as I tried to slow my breathing and will the spasms in my legs to stop. The head of his cock pushed in and I braced for more, for the full, hard length of him to fill me completely. But he pulled out. Then he was inside me again, teasing then withdrawing to slide over my clit, and then pushing into my swollen sex again.
My head whipped back and forth under the warm spray of the shower. I wasn’t going to beg. Not this time.
Finally William thrust fully into me, so deep I could feel him at my womb. I bit my lip to keep back a cry of pleasure. There was pain, too, but he felt so good inside me it was almost blinding. I whimpered.
“Wait, beautiful girl. I know what you need, and I’m going to give it to you.”
He pressed harder, his cock hitting all my most sensitive places. His thumb stroked the cleft of my ass, penetrated the opening until he was inside me there, and both my passages were full.
My breathing was ragged and hot and I let myself soar. Just as the wave of my ecstasy was about to crest, William growled in my ear, “You wait until I tell you, Catherine.” His thumb was still in my ass, moving in small circles.
“Now,” I moaned as I thrust back against his hard length. “Please now.” All my hot need coiled into a tight ball. I was so ready to explode, to let go, and then he withdrew.
I let out a scream of frustration. I knew why he was doing this. He was pissed about the picture of Hutch Morrison, and this was another way to remind me who I belonged to.
I didn’t need a reminder.
He slid in again, his thumb going deeper into my ass as his cock thrust up and up, filling my sex and pressing against the thin membrane that separated his finger from his cock. Dark shivers raced through me as I struggled on tiptoes to take him all in. My sex held him in an iron grip, clenched around him tighter than ever, wanting to keep him in me, wanting each stroke to last forever.
My orgasm took me by surprise. William never stopped thrusting, and at the height of my coming, I felt him release hot and hard into my depths. He let out a harsh cry, and lowered his forehead to my shoulder, the unshaven stubble on his chin scratching my back as I slowly, very slowly, drifted down and my legs gave out.
* * *
When we’d dressed—me in a slim, wool, plaid mini-skirt with brown boots and a pink Oxford shirt, and William in a grey pinstriped suit, a light blue shirt, and a purple tie with medallions—we sat in the kitchen over breakfast together. Laird was asleep in his dog bed in corner, his feet in the air and pleasant doggie snores coming from his mouth. The housekeeper had already fed him. She’d prepared a full breakfast for us too, but the buttons of my fitted shirt were straining over my breasts just enough that I’d thought twice about wearing it. I decided to stick to grapefruit and coffee. I either had to drop a couple of pounds or buy some minimizer bras.
I was more than a little sated this morning and the memory of William’s thumb in my ass—and how much I’d liked it—made me blush. William glanced at me and lowered his tablet. “Are you free tomorrow afternoon?”
I was meeting Hutch at Morrison Hotel today, but I didn’t have any appointments tomorrow. “Sure. Why?”
“Come to my office for a meeting.”
My brow arched. “More stand-up sex against your office window?” The idea had appeal. William had a great view of the city.
He gave me a small smile. “Not this time. It’s something else. Two o’clock work for you?”
“Sure.”
William stood and leaned in to kiss me. He smelled wonderfully clean and slightly musky. “Asa will drive you today.” His lips lingered on mine and then he nibbled at my bottom lip before pulling away. “Be good, please.”
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�I will,” I nodded without even the slightest protest. “I promise.”
I watched William go and then glanced down at my grapefruit. I’d only eaten maybe half of it, but I pushed it away.
I spent the next five minutes searching for my purse. I had no memory of where I’d left it the night before, but I finally found it in the bedroom. I rummaged through it, looking for my phone so I could put the appointment with William in my calendar. I shifted the contents of the purse several times but I had so much crap stuffed in it, I couldn’t see a thing. Shit. I started feeling around.
“Miss Kelly?” It was Asa. “I’m ready to go whenever you are.”
I glanced at the clock. I’d have to look for my phone later or I was going to be late to meet Hutch. “Coming!”
Seven
Asa drove me to Morrison Hotel, Hutch Morrison’s signature restaurant located in the South Loop. Morrison Hotel was probably one of the hottest restaurants in the entire country, if not the world, and I still had a hard time believing that Hutch had picked me to shoot the photos for his first cookbook. He was only in his thirties but he was already a legendary chef, like, Julia Child legendary. Beckett had just about passed out when Hutch first called me.
In spite of the delay as I had searched for my phone, which I still hadn’t found, I actually arrived a couple minutes early. Hutch must have been excited to get started because he opened the door as I was walking up and ushered me in. I barely had time to say good morning and shrug off my coat before he marched me back to one of the booths and gestured for me to slide in. Coffee was waiting. It smelled rich and earthy, and I sipped it while Hutch went over the work he’d done so far on his cookbook project.
“Now sweetheart, you’re the expert, so if anything I say doesn’t meet your approval, let me know. I live to serve.” He reached over and tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear. Hutch was a shameless flirt. I didn’t think we’d ever had a conversation where he didn’t touch me at least three or four times.
“I’m impressed,” I said, leaning over to peruse the list he’d made of what dishes he’d prepare for me to shoot.