Lovely Revenge

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by Julia Derek


  As he stared at my breasts encased in it, caressing them through the sheer material, I said, “I put it on especially for you. How do you like it?”

  “I love it,” he muttered. His soft caresses managed to make my nipples rock hard. “And I can tell that you like being touched this way.”

  “Yes, I do…” Heat quickly gathered between my legs, making me wet. He pulled down the bra straps one at a time, while trailing my neck with feather-light kisses. Both straps down finally, he pulled down the cups and took my breasts in his mouth, suckling them lightly.

  Oh, God. I couldn’t help but moan it felt so good.

  My hands went to the front of his jeans—I wanted to feel how hard he must be already—but before I could reach my goal, he stopped me.

  “Let me focus on you for a while,” he whispered. His hands went down the sides of my ribcage to the waistline of my low-cut jeans, and then over my thighs, ending up in my erotic center. Keeping one hand between my legs, stroking me over my jeans, the other disappeared behind the desk. He opened a drawer there and pulled out a purple silk tie. I stared at it as he let go of me and caressed the tie gently.

  “What are you going to do with that?” I gasped, enwrapped by the seductive way his long, sexy fingers touched that tie.

  A wicked grin curled the ends of his mouth. “What would you like me to do with it?”

  “I…I don’t know…”

  “Do you trust me, Elisa?”

  “Yes, I do.”

  His smile grew wider. “Then how about I use it to blindfold you?”

  “Okay…”

  He placed the middle of the soft tie against my eyes and tied it behind my head in a firm knot.

  “Lie down, Elisa,” he ordered. He pushed me gently so that I ended up lying down over the desk. I felt momentarily disoriented but soon found my equilibrium again, and then I was back to enjoying the mysterious adventure he was taking me on. I felt him stroking me on the outside of my pants, spreading my legs wider with his.

  “Do you like the idea of people being able to see you when you’re getting fucked?” he asked then. “If not, we can move this into my bedroom… It’s your choice.”

  I thought about his words. Did I like that idea? I remembered all the apartment windows looking back at me as I had glimpsed out from Chase’s office. Anyone who was in those rooms could easily see what we were doing. I decided that I did like the idea. In fact, the more I thought about it, the wetter I got.

  “Yes, I do,” I whispered.

  “Then that is what I will do.”

  I felt him open the button in my jeans and pull down the zipper, and then drag my pants off me. He touched me outside my sheer black panties, driving me crazy with desire.

  “I like it that you matched your bra, Elisa. Very sexy panties indeed. Spread your legs for me.”

  I did as I was told, feeling how he was watching me.

  “Now stick your hand inside your panties and touch yourself for me.”

  He put my feet up on the sides of the desk, holding them down to maintain my spread-eagled position. I lowered my hand to my panties and slipped my fingers inside the material and found my most sensitive part. I began rubbing it, enjoying the knowledge that not only Chase was watching me, but maybe his neighbors too. Well, if they used binoculars. Either way, just the thought of it made it incredibly exciting.

  Chase moaned. “Oh, God, that is so sexy… Do you like touching yourself while I watch?”

  “Yes…” I moaned.

  “We need to get rid of these.” He began pulling down my panties. “But don’t stop. Do exactly what you’re doing. It’s so damned hot.”

  Soon my panties were gone. Chase’s hands left my feet and I could hear what sounded like him opening his pants. Then one hand was back on one of my feet and I felt something round and hard against my slick opening.

  “Just watching you touching yourself like that made me so hard I almost came in my pants,” he mumbled as he lightly pushed his cock against my wet center. “I want you to keep touching yourself like that as I bury myself in you. Can you do that for me, Elisa?’

  I was so turned on and near coming myself I could barely talk. But finally I managed to mumble, “Yes…”

  He grasped my thighs and spread my legs wider as he began pushing himself into me. The sound of him groaning with pleasure made me slicker yet, enabling him to glide into me easier despite his considerable size. Slowly, slowly, he entered me.

  “Oh, God, Elisa, that feels so damn good…”

  Getting all the way in, he began pumping me, first almost tentatively, but soon the speed increased, as did the decisiveness. Each thrust was harder than the previous. It wasn’t long before he was pumping me so violently I had to stop touching myself and instead grab onto the table edge to brace myself against the delicious force he used. And then my stomach tightened, filling with heat and I felt myself explode in an orgasm so intense it was literally mind-blowing. I moaned out loud as it rolled through me from my toes all the way up to the crown of my head, and then he joined me, groaning loudly as all of me shivered with the release.

  He slowed down his pace, shuddered a couple of times before he stopped moving completely.

  “Did you enjoy that?” he asked. I could tell that he was smiling.

  I was still breathing hard, needing more air in my lungs to catch up what I had missed. When I had, I said, “Yes, it was incredible…”

  I could feel him lower himself on top of me and then his lips were on mine, giving them a long, soulful kiss but without tongue. His hands went behind my head and he untied the knot, removing the tie.

  I blinked a couple of times to get used to the light in the office again, even though it was on the dimmer side. Chase pulled himself out of me and removed the condom that he had used and threw it in a nearby wastebasket. As I closed my legs and pushed myself up on my elbows into a sitting position, I discovered that the shades to the big office windows were down.

  Confused, I gazed at Chase, who was contemplating me with a content smile.

  “What?” he asked.

  “The shades. They’re down. I thought we were doing it with everyone who wanted to being able to watch us.”

  “’You thinking’ being the operative phrase. Did you honestly believe I’d let the whole world watch us make love? I just suggested that because I thought that would turn you on. Which I could tell it did.” His eyes glinted. “But you’re for my eyes only, baby.”

  At first I wasn’t sure how I felt about what he’d just said with such authority. But then, as I considered the words some more, I realized that, deep inside, I preferred it that no one but he could see me when we were getting it on. It really had only been the idea of others being able to see us that had turned me on like crazy, not the fact that they could. I was pretty sure I’d feel weird about it afterward had I known a bunch of people had been staring at us. Really, it was great that Chase was such a creative, yet considerate lover. I could imagine it was a fairly rare combination. The more I got to know him, the more I liked him. He sure was full of nice surprises.

  So I smiled back at Chase and said, “I wouldn’t really want to be for anybody else’s eyes but yours.”

  He leaned in and gave me another kiss. “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  The following day, a Tuesday at noon, Nick, Gabi, Chase, and I were on a plane to L.A. Despite all that had happened in the last couple of days, it still felt a little odd to be sitting next to the boss I used to hate so much, a boss who had now become not only my lover but also my friend, my partner to solve this particular crime. How would I explain this to my mom and Dylan and his wife, Nina, after all my complaints? Yes, surely they understood that Chase and I were now on speaking terms, and that we had decided to accept our differences until we solved the mystery of our abductor. Our circumstances wouldn’t have it any other way. They got that. This was why, when I’d told my mom it was best and safest tha
t Chase stayed with us at her house, she hadn’t objected but wholeheartedly agreed with me.

  But still. What would they say when they found out that Chase would be sleeping in my room with me? After having bitched about him so often over the past several weeks, how come I was now… dating him?

  Was this what we were doing? I gazed at him surreptitiously where we sat in the second row of the airplane’s first class seats. He must have felt my glancing at him because he turned to face me, a questioning look in his eyes. How could I ever have thought those were so cold and unfriendly? They were the opposite. Or had they suddenly become that way because he now felt the same way about me as I did about him?

  I couldn’t be sure. I thought so, but I really didn’t know.

  He squeezed my knee and smiled.

  “Is everything okay?” he asked, putting the newspaper he’d been reading on his lap.

  I returned his smile. “Yes, everything is fine. Totally fine.”

  What we had between us felt so special, so fragile that I didn’t dare say anything for fear of it ending right then and there. I didn’t want for it to end, especially not now. But as much as I didn’t want to admit it to myself, I had to face the fact that it just might. It might all just be a temporary thing that would be over when we no longer had this common enemy to combat. There was no way of knowing. As intense and wonderful as it was to be with Chase, our world wasn’t normal. Even so, I couldn’t imagine that it would feel any differently for me when we finally found out who this woman was. I had never felt as strongly for someone as I was realizing I did for the man who sat next to me. How could something like that just suddenly disappear, as though it had never been there in the first place? I didn’t think that was the way I worked.

  Chase might work differently of course. I didn’t know how I’d feel about it if he told me the strong connection we had was gone for him. Most likely I would be devastated. I sighed. Well, there was no point in dwelling over something I couldn’t possibly know, so I stopped and entertained myself with watching a movie on the screen before me instead. Talking to Chase right then, who was back to reading the paper’s financial news, didn’t seem wise.

  When the plane landed at LAX at eight thirty p.m.—almost a week later than the day I had originally planned to be back home—Chase and I were walking together down the arrival hall, Nick and Gabi trailing behind us, holding hands. My mom, Dylan, and Nina should be waiting for us when we’d passed through customs.

  “So should I worry about what you’ve told your family and friends about me?” Chase asked. “Like your mom.”

  “What do you mean?” I replied innocently, even though I knew exactly what he was referring to. He was worried that I’d told my mom and the rest of the world I thought he was a jerk. Which I of course had.

  “I’m sure she knows that you used to”—he screwed up his face, as though deciding how to best say what he wanted to say—“strongly dislike me prior to the abduction. Isn’t that so?”

  “Um, no,” I lied, looking straight ahead. “Believe it or not, there are other things to talk about in life except for you.”

  He bumped me with his arm. “Liar. She knows exactly what you thought of me.”

  I exhaled, defeated. “Okay, fine, she does know. But she also knows that I no longer think so.”

  “What else does she know about us?”

  “I just told her that we’re friends now. Nothing more specific than that.” I looked at him a little closer. “Should I have told her something else?”

  He shrugged noncommittally. “Well, that’s up to you. I don’t want to tell you what you should tell your mother about us.”

  I felt a little chill. Maybe this wonderful thing between us would be over when we’d solved our mystery then…

  I spotted my mother when we’d gotten through the huge sliding doors and entered the airport’s waiting halls. She was wearing a red, knee-length skirt and a white, sleeveless top, her silvery blond hair in a low ponytail at the nape of her neck. At the sight of me and Chase, her elegant features broke into a huge grin and she waved with both hands at us.

  “Elle!” she yelled, as though we were alone in the entire airport. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw people looking in our direction and raising their brows as I ran up to her and disappeared into her outstretched arms. She smelled as usual of White Linen, a fragrance I had always associated with my mom since she’d worn it for as long as I could remember.

  “It’s so good to see you again,” she said into my hair as she held me tight. “I was so worried we had lost you forever.”

  I let her squeeze me for the next several seconds, but then I needed to get some air, so I gently removed myself from her.

  “Well, luckily that didn’t happen,” I said. I pointed at Chase, who was standing beside me. “Mom, this is Chase. Chase, this is my mom.”

  “Oh hello,” my mom said, automatically smoothing out wrinkles on her clothes and hair that had been misplaced by our fierce embrace. Then she extended him her well-manicured hand. “I’m Catherine. It’s so nice to meet you, Chase. Thank you for saving my daughter.”

  “I think it was more like Elisa saving me,” Chase responded as he took her hand and flashed her one of his dazzling smiles. Rightly so, it instantly floored my mother and her cheeks went a touch pink. Then a concerned expression came over her face as she took in my boss.

  “How are you feeling?” she asked him. “They shot you, didn’t they? Elle told me you lost a lot of blood.”

  “That’s true, but I’m okay now,” he replied in a satin-smooth voice. “It was only critical for a few minutes.”

  Yeah, you were dead, I thought, and looked at him, hardly able to believe that this handsome, energetic man had literally been on his deathbed a few days ago. Thank God for modern medicine and skilled doctors.

  A baby started to cry behind my mother then, and I remembered that Nina and Dylan were supposed to have come with her to the airport—with my little nephew, Brando, whose baptism had been postponed because of my abduction. I glanced beyond my mom and there they were, my older brother and his gorgeous actress wife, Nina. Nina was holding Brando in her arms, who apparently had decided that this was the perfect time to scream at the top of his lungs. She patted his tiny back and hushed him, doing everything she could to calm him down.

  I walked over to Dylan and we embraced.

  “Hey, sis,” he said and kissed me on the cheek. “It’s great to see you alive and in one piece.”

  I grinned at my tall brother. “Trust me, it’s great to be alive and in one piece. I was as much in doubt about that as you and everyone else must have been for a while.”

  “Well, I’m really, really glad you guys got away.” A shadow fell over his face. “I don’t think Mom would have been able to handle another death in the family. So I would’ve lost you both.”

  Dylan was probably right about that. Two deaths might just be one too many for our mother. When our father had died several years ago, she had been so depressed she’d been bedridden for months. Then, thankfully, that inner strength that we knew she possessed and hoped was still there took over and she became herself again. Well, except for having developed several strands of gray hair that she now kept coloring into a platinum blond, she was just like before, in control and happy. As long as we didn’t talk about Dad, she was fine, so we tended to avoid the subject when she was around.

  A wrinkle appeared in Dylan’s forehead as he peered at my face.

  “What?” I asked, my hand instantly finding my cheek. “Oh, that ugly thing.”

  I sighed inwardly. I needed to do a better job of covering up that damn bruise. By now, you’d think I’d have it down, having practiced a lot already with foundation, concealer, and powder to hide it. No wonder the elderly stewardess had kept giving Chase the evil eye during the flight. She must have thought he was my boyfriend who beat me up or something.

  “Is that what I think that is?” Dylan asked, his voice a grumble.
“How did you end up with a bruise like that on your face?” He clenched his teeth and a muscle in his jaw popped the way it always did when he was mad. “What did they do to you?”

  “Nothing too serious. Basically, I was just dropped on the floor and landed on my head.” I pointed at my right cheekbone. “That part took the brunt of the impact. But all in all, it wasn’t too bad.”

  Finally Nina managed to calm down Brando. I turned to her and gave her and my nephew a big embrace.

  “We’re so happy you’re back,” Nina said as I let go of them. She nodded to Brando in her arms. “I swear this little thing wouldn’t relax until we found out that you were okay at last. The second we heard you were missing, he screamed and screamed.” She shook her head. “It was totally crazy! And now I think he just wants your attention, so can you please hold him or I’m sure he’ll launch into another screamfest. As much as I love him, I honestly don’t think I can take any more of it.” She grimaced good-naturedly. “I think he might have permanently damaged my hearing.”

  She giggled and nuzzled little Brando’s face with her nose. “Yes, you bad, bad little boy. Did you mess up your mommy’s ears with all that screaming, huh?”

  She looked back up, smiled and handed the wrapped up, little bundle for me to hold. I took him and gazed down at the five-month old boy, who looked so much like my brother yet so much like Nina.

  When he grew up, he would become a heartbreaker for sure.

  Nina leaned closer to me and whispered, “Is that guy your boss? The one you hated so much?”

  Chase was still in conversation with my mother. Much to my surprise, the two of them seemed to get along just fine. Or maybe I shouldn’t be so surprised; my mother wasn’t exactly a confrontational person and had no reason to dislike Chase any longer anyway.

 

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