Sharing Nicely

by Blisse, Victoria

  “Oh, yes, please,” he replied. “I’d love one.”

  Quickly I disappeared into my little kitchenette and clicked on the kettle. I was very thankful for the comb and mirror I kept there, since every morning I sorted out my hair while I waited for my toast to pop. I couldn’t do anything about my clothing, but at least I had got dressed today even if it was only in a pair of jogging bottoms and a jumper. I had thought about staying in my PJs all day since I had no plan to see anyone.

  I’d been wanting Greg to call so desperately, but what was I going to do with him? What would I say? Could I make things right? I was plagued by questions, including the biggie—why was he here at all?

  “Do you take sugar?” I shouted.

  “No thanks,” he replied. “Just a little milk.”

  I filled the mugs with tea and gripped their handles. I took a deep breath and walked back into the living room. Greg had straightened out my blanket and smoothed it over the couch like a throw. He’d also picked up the discarded sweet wrappers from beside my chair and placed my part-read book on the coffee table.

  “You really would make a great cleaner,” I quipped, “if you ever want to start a side business.”

  “I had to do something to still my nervous energy.” He smiled. A little light came to his jaded eyes.

  “Well, thank you,” I replied, placing his mug on the table before him, and sat next to him on the sofa. I was sure to leave a little space between us. “So what’s brought you here?”

  “I started out at Diamonds, but you weren’t there. I need to talk to you.”

  Nodding once, I put down my cup before I spilt hot tea all over me. My heart leapt in my chest and I was aware of the blood whizzing through my veins. I was nervous, I didn’t know what he’d say next.

  “When I saw that picture on the front of that horrid rag I was enraged. I couldn’t believe you’d be so pally with him. I knew deep down that the write-up was journalistic crap, but the idea of you and him going into business together or, worse still, marrying made me so angry I couldn’t think straight. I didn’t give you time to explain, I didn’t want to. I wanted to put an end to it all. I couldn’t afford to give you a second chance. I wasn’t sure I could trust you. But, and I am so scared of telling you this”—he paused, exhaled noisily and ran a hand through his thick, dark hair—“I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Every night before I sleep I see your face and you’re on my mind when I wake up. I haven’t been able to forget you. In fact, as time has gone on I’ve missed you more and more. I’ve become more restless, I’ve not been able to concentrate at all. I’ve never felt like this about a woman before.”

  Greg glanced back up at me then directed his gaze to the floor again. I wanted him to continue, to clarify what I thought he was telling me.

  “So I had to come and see you. I’m absolutely petrified that you’re going to tell me to piss off and leave you alone but I have to tell you this. I have to tell you this.” He took a breath. I held mine.

  “I think I might love you, Kerry.”

  Stunned, I said nothing at first then he looked up at me and he looked so tortured, so scared that I had to reach out and cup his cheek. I felt the prickly stubble there. He’d not shaved in a while. I leaned in and kissed him. I kissed him hard and deep and I hoped my answer came through in the passion of my assault.

  “I was terrified you’d reject me, or you’d be engaged to— Well, I’m not going to mention his name,” he said when we took breath. I hugged him tightly and kissed the curve of his neck. “I am so sorry, Kerry.”

  “Sorry? Why sorry?”

  “Because I didn’t treat you right before. I wasn’t good enough for you.”

  “No,” I shook my head. “No, you were a perfect gentleman.” I sat back and took his hands in mine. “I had a fantastic time with you, I really did. I should have been totally upfront with you, and I was the one who ruined everything, but to put your mind at rest, I finished things with Darren. He wasn’t the man I wanted.”

  Greg let out a shuddering breath. “You don’t know how relieved I am to hear you say that. I was dreading you telling me you were in love with him.”

  “No.” I shook my head. “No, I’m not in love with him. I think I’m in love with you. I’ve not been able to get you out of my mind. It really hurt that you didn’t try to communicate with me. I thought I’d completely blown it, I’ve been heartbroken.”

  “I should have done this earlier,” Greg pulled his hands from under mine and wrapped me in an embrace. “I’m just a stupid man with a big ego who doesn’t know how to love.”

  “Maybe we can learn together?”

  “Sounds good to me,” he said. “Now kiss me, please kiss me, I need you.”

  So I did and it felt like it marked the beginning of the rest of our lives together. It was the perfect way to start, lip to lip and heart to heart with a man I could discover love with.

  “I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered, his breath caressing my ear as his big, familiar hands captured my hips.

  “I’ve missed you too.” I worked on the buttons on the front of his shirt. “You’ve been constantly in my thoughts, I’ve not been able to think straight.”

  “I should be in New York right now,” he replied, shrugging the material from his shoulders then pulling up my jumper, revealing my lack of bra beneath, “but I sent someone else instead. I couldn’t bear being without you for even a moment longer.”

  He kissed my neck and I curled my arms around him, revelled in the heat of his body against mine. “I’m so glad you came. You won’t get into trouble for missing your meeting, though, will you?”

  “I’m the billionaire boss, sweetheart. I hand out trouble, I don’t get any back. Well, apart from off you. You seem to have a knack for it.”

  “Trouble? Me?” I attempted my best innocent look. Greg laughed, the joyful sound prompting my own giggles.

  “Yes, you. I should spank you for all the heartache you’ve caused me.”

  “Oh, please do.” I bit my lip but the brazen words had escaped before I’d really had time to think about them.

  “Cheeky madam,” he exclaimed then sat back on the sofa behind him. After making himself comfortable he patted his lap.

  I gulped, danced from foot to foot, and as his stern gaze burned through my resistance I sank down over his lap, fingertips touching the floor one side, my toes the other.

  “I have dreamed about this so many times,” he cooed and pulled down my tracksuit bottoms and gave me a light opening slap. “Your arse is fucking perfection, especially once I get a little flush of pink on it.” He stroked my bum lovingly and I really felt cherished. Tears pricked behind my eyes, not with pain but with joy.

  He continued the spanks. Rhythmically he increased the force behind each hit until I was squirming in a genuine bid to get away. It really hurt and I sobbed as the tears continued to fall down my cheeks. It might sound like he was abusing me to someone who didn’t understand the way I worked, but he wasn’t. I really needed it. Greg had aroused this need in me, something I hadn’t realised was missing before I met him. I found the freedom to cry and let go of all the negativity that had built up inside was incredibly freeing. As the tears dripped, I felt the weight of sorrow within me lessen. On top of that emotional release, I needed the physical pain, because not only was it retribution for my stupidity, it also marked me as his and I wanted that. I wanted to wear my spanked red cheeks like a label proclaiming him to be my master.

  “Now that’s perfection.” Greg traced his fingertips over my stinging cheeks, trailing tingles of sharp pain beneath his stubby nails. “And my, you are a naughty, naughty girl,” he continued as he slid his fingers into the heat between my legs. “You’re so fucking wet.”

  He slowly inserted a finger into me then when he drew it out he added more digits and slammed them back inside, stretching me and making a rude, squelching noise as my juices clung to his thrusting fingers.

  Pleasure pumped t
hrough me in time with his powerful thrusts. I could feel an orgasm building and I was so close to tumbling over into ecstasy when he withdrew his fingers completely.

  “Stand up,” he commanded. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

  I scrambled up off his knees and waited for him to join me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bedroom. I cringed at the sight of my unmade bed, but he just tossed the duvet to the floor then started to undo his trousers.

  I clambered onto the bed, eager to feel him inside me. I lay back and traced my fingers lazily over my breasts as I watched him shed his clothes.

  “Condom?” His tone conveyed the question and I nodded to the decorative box on the table beside the bed. He opened it up and took out a package and jumped onto the bed beside me. I rolled to my side and caressed his chest. He crinkled and crumpled the packet and pulled out its contents.

  I watched him sheathe himself and continued to trace my fingertips across his flesh. When the condom was seated properly I climbed to my knees and he pulled me over him until I straddled his waist. He guided me down onto his cock with one hand on my hip and the other on his erection, guiding it between my wet lips.

  I closed my eyes and enjoyed the stretch of him inside me. I’d thought I’d never see him again, never feel him again. I wanted to remember every moment of this coupling—it was going to be the beginning of something special.

  “Oh, Kerry,” he groaned, and when I opened my eyes I saw him gazing up at me. “I love you,” he continued and I could see the spark of vulnerability in his eyes and that struck a chord within me.

  “I love you too, Greg, I love you too,” I chanted. “I’m so sorry.”

  “Sh.” He lifted his finger and pressed it to my lips. “You don’t need to say it, we don’t want to dwell on it. We’re here now together, and I want to be with you forever, that’s all that matters.”

  “Yes,” I agreed, the friction of his cock inside me and the deep meaning of his words making my insides tremor in bliss. “Oh fuck, yes. Don’t ever leave me, Greg, please. Never leave me.”

  “I never will,” he gasped, gripping my hip tighter with one hand and dropping the other to where we were joined. He pressed against my clit and with a few more thrusts I came. Hard and fast and with such passion that I cried out loudly and curled up around him. He grabbed both hips and drove into my replete body, slamming into me until his own orgasm sparked. He called my name and pulled me down to his chest. He cradled me in his arms as we panted out the lingering throb of pleasure and rode on the euphoria of contentment.

  Sliding to lie beside him I found myself cradled in his arm, my head in the nook of Greg’s shoulder. My buttocks stung and the rest of me was relaxed in mellow repletion.

  “Are you busy tomorrow?” Greg asked, rousing me from my journey to sleep.

  “Hmm, well, I should be at the club, but Taylor’s getting good at managing in my absence.”

  “How do you fancy flying with me into the sunset?”

  “Where will we go?”

  “Wherever you like.”

  “I’ve always fancied Venice.”

  “Then we shall go to Venice. Book the rest of the week off work. I’ll go and ring Chester and set it all up.”

  “Okay.”

  I rolled out of bed and started to pack.

  Chapter Seven

  It was the moment I stepped into the water taxi that it truly hit home that we were in Venice. Water surrounded us, the airport loomed behind and I followed Greg onto a small, dark wood boat that looked like something straight out of a James Bond film. He held my hand as I delicately made my way down the steps.

  “Ca de Conti, per favore,” Greg confidently spoke to the taxi driver. I wondered for a moment if he actually was a driver, considering his taxi floated. Did that make him a taxi captain?

  “Is that man a taxi driver, sailor or captain?” I asked when Greg came to join me in the seated area behind the man in charge of the vehicle. He sat on the plump leather sofa directly beside me even though there was room for a dozen people in the cabin at least.

  “I don’t know,” Greg replied. “I’ve never thought about that.” He wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “And to be truthful, I’m not thinking about that right now, either.”

  The engine purred to life, the blue water stirred around us and the boat moved forward.

  “What are you thinking?” I asked, directing my question to the curve of his ear, tempted to lean in and nibble his lobe, it looked so inviting.

  “I was thinking it’d be hot to fuck you in a water taxi.”

  My breath caught in my throat and was kept there as Greg captured my lips with his. He ran his hand down my arm and clasped my hand. He gently tugged until my palm cupped his crotch and I could feel the erection straining against the material. The warm air stirred through my hair, I could smell the water and feel the heat on my face from the sun shining through the glass. He finally pulled back so I could breathe.

  “But we’ll be seen,” I gasped.

  “Our captain is occupied,” he said, “and if I push you down here”—he shoved me and I sprawled out on the long, blue chair, the cold leather cooling my heated skin—“no one else will be able to see.”

  He quickly climbed above me, slipping his legs between mine. I strained my neck to look behind me. The swarthy gentleman who we’d decided to call captain was definitely absorbed in looking forward, not back, and although I could see the sky above us, I could no longer see any of the other vessels crowding the busy waterway. My heart thudded in my chest.

  Greg leaned on one arm and ran the other hand down over my hip to the edge of my short, flippy skirt. He pushed it up and wiggled his fingers against the crotch of my knickers.

  “You’re soaked,” he groaned, rubbing his fingers up, over and around my tingling clit. “You want this as much as I do.”

  His hard gaze never left mine. His pupils were so wide with lust that his eyes seemed ebony black. I fell into the depths of them and just nodded.

  He gripped the crotch of my knickers and pulled it to the side. His trousers were already loosened I noticed, as I gazed down his body to see his long erection open to the air.

  “Shit, condom,” he cursed and paused in his movements.

  “I’m on the pill,” I gulped. “I’ve never fucked a guy without a condom before.”

  “I’ve never fucked without a condom either,” he replied, gaze locked with mine. “I really want you, but I’ll wait if you need the extra protection…”

  “No”—after only a second’s hesitation—“I trust you, Greg. Just fuck me, please.”

  Greg looked up, checking on the captain I presumed, then he looked down at me with a broad grin.

  “My first,” he whispered, shuffling forward and pressing his cock down to rub against my wet slit.

  My eyes brimmed with tears at the soft, tender words and the significance of the moment. His eyes closed, he slid inside me and I couldn’t keep mine open either as the spark of lust ignited. He pushed his way gently into me. My walls eased wide for him then clutched him tightly. I revelled in the warmth of his flesh against my flesh, the intimacy of the act.

  Greg curled his body over me and I wrapped my ankles around his back and held him tight, only momentarily wondering if my ankles would be on view to the boats around. It would be very obvious what we were up to if all they could see were my linked ankles. However, I didn’t care. The man I loved was inside me, hard, hot and unsheathed. We were sharing a first together and I was overwhelmed by the strength of love that flowed between us.

  The coupling was short and fast. He came inside me and I clung to him, ankles and hands linked around his body, holding him tight. Our eyes opened and we kissed. Smiles blossomed across our faces then Greg quickly scrambled back, zipped himself up and sat prim and proper in his seat. I followed him and a moment later we were snuggled together in a polite embrace. Only the flush of red in his cheeks and mine—I knew they were, I could feel the heat�
��even hinted at what had happened seconds before.

  “We are here.” The captain finally looked over his shoulder as he cut the engine.

  “Thank you.” Greg stood and offered me his hand. He led me off the boat and directly into the hotel. The big black doors in their white stone frame opened directly out onto the canal. Greg handed over payment then followed me into the marble grandeur of the hotel reception.

  You would think that after a while you’d get used to being surrounded by opulence. I can tell you that I was as awed in that hotel as I had been in London and in Paris. Everywhere sparkled. It smelt fresh and floral. There was marble and gold leaf and big mirrors. I felt like I’d stepped back in time.

  Greg dealt with the receptionist in Italian. I had no idea what he said but it was intensely sexy to hear him speaking in a foreign tongue. We were guided up a few flights of stairs and to a huge white door. Greg palmed a tip to the young lad and he smiled, nodded and headed back down the stairs when Greg pushed open the door and stepped back to let me go first.

  I was expecting to see just a room with a bed—naïve, I know, but I hadn’t been in the company of a billionaire long enough to expect anything more. The room I entered was huge, with blue walls flecked with ornate gold diamonds and furniture that looked like it belonged in a museum. But there were stairs in the room, leading up. I had to follow them.

  They curved round and ended on a mezzanine floor. Before me was a huge bed, bedecked in blue silks and swaged with gold drapes. The rest of the room was decorated with just a few modest pieces of dark, curvaceously lined furniture. It was stunningly beautiful.

  “Eighteenth-century elegance, you can’t beat it.” Greg wrapped a strong arm around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder.

  “I feel like a princess,” I sighed happily. “Like a fairy story come to life.”

  “Oh no, sweetheart, that will be tomorrow night. It’s Carnival time here in Venice and I have an invite to the best masquerade ball in town.”