He grabbed me by the waist and carried me to the table where he spun me around. I put out my hands, catching myself as he bent me forward. My shirt hung in two halves and my bra wasn't even close to where it was supposed to be, but I didn't care. I just wanted him to fuck me. I didn't want making love or something gentle and sweet. I wanted him to take me, hard enough that I'd feel it. I needed him to fuck me.
His hands were rough as they yanked down my pants, and I was thankful that I hadn't worn skinny jeans. As it was I could barely spread my legs. Then I felt Elias's hands on my ass, his breath hot against my skin, and I forgot about my jeans. The moment his tongue touched me, I dropped from my hands to my elbows, my head falling forward. It had been way too long since someone had gone down on me, and Elias knew what he was doing.
His tongue lapped up the moisture from my previous orgasm, the flat of the flexible muscle passing over the sensitive skin until my muscles were trembling. When he worked his tongue into my core, I swore. So many men were half-hearted about oral sex, thinking of it as either foreplay needed to get to intercourse, or reciprocation for getting head. Not Elias. He did it like he did everything else. Thoroughly and with single-minded focus.
Only when I was teetering on the edge of another climax did he stand. I made a noise of protest that quickly turned into a wail as something far bigger and better was buried in one swift thrust. I needed to spread my legs, to move so that my body could accommodate his formidable size, but I couldn't and it didn't matter. He snapped his hips forward over and over again, driving the air from my lungs in bursts of sound that would've been embarrassing if I'd taken a moment to care.
“Teal, fuck,” Elias groaned as he fucked me.
He was stretching me wider than I'd thought possible, reaching places deep inside me with an intensity that almost hurt. Every stroke made me want to scream, to cry. I pounded my fists against the tabletop as my brain threatened an overload.
“Fuck!” I yelled as Elias pulled out. “Please!” I nearly sobbed in frustration. I'd been so close.
Elias laughed, a sharp, abrupt sound that made my stomach twist. He lifted me and put me on the table, easily manhandling me into the position he wanted. My back was flat, my hands gripping the table’s edge. My legs were in the air, bent back until my jean-clad knees were against my chest. I had a moment to be grateful that all of my training had made me flexible, and then he was shoving inside me again.
He leaned over me, bending me almost in half, slamming down into me over and over until spots danced behind my eyes and my lungs screamed for more oxygen. When I came, I couldn't scream, couldn't do anything but open my mouth as my back arched up off of the table and all of my limbs went rigid. And still, he kept going, pushing me from one orgasm into the next until I finally passed out.
When I came to, I was naked, and so was he. He was kissing his way down my body, his mouth marking my pale skin until I knew that I'd have to answer some embarrassing questions if any of my costumes were too low cut. He smiled as he saw me looking up at him and it was that relaxed smile that I loved. No masks, no pretense, just an openness that meant we were truly connecting.
“Are you ready for more?” he asked as he flicked his tongue over the tip of one of my nipples.
“More?” My brain was a bit fuzzy. Had he not cum before?
“Oh, I am far from finished with you, my dear.” His smile changed to something so wicked that it made the juncture between my legs throb. His fingers danced across my abdomen. “Would you like to know what I shall do to you?”
I gulped, but nodded. I very much wanted to know.
Elias leaned down and ran his teeth across my shoulder. I shivered.
“I am going to pull you to the edge of the table, kneel down and feast on you until you scream my name.”
I liked the sound of that. I kept my eyes locked with his as his hand began caressing my left breast.
“I shall take you over to one of those chairs, sit down and lower your head until you take me in your mouth.” His hand moved down over my stomach until his fingers rested just above my pale curls. “Then I will place you on my lap and have you slowly slide onto me until I am completely engulfed in your tight heat.”
I whimpered as his hand dropped down between my legs.
“You are wet, my Teal.” He sounded pleased. “Does this mean that you are pleased with what I wish to do?”
The synapses in my brain were threatening to misfire, but I knew that I needed him to know just how badly I wanted him. Even as his fingers began to move between my lips, I started to talk. “Yes, please, Elias. I want your mouth on my pussy, your tongue in me. I want to suck your dick, make you cum in my mouth.” His eyes widened, the color darkening impossibly. “I want to ride you in those chairs until we cum together. I want all of that and more.”
My mind raced, thousands of images spilling forward. “I want you to take me in the shower, up against the wall. In the back of the car. In my trailer at work. Every position you can think of and any place we can manage it.” I put my hand on his cheek. “I just want you.”
“And I you,” he said. He pushed two fingers into me, his thumb brushing over that bundle of nerves again. “If you allow it, I will show you how I love you time and again until all doubt is erased.”
And he did. I didn't know how many times we'd both climaxed, only that each time seemed to join us more deeply than the last. He did everything he'd said and then started on the things that I'd said. He bent me over the hood of the car and flipped up my skirt. We fucked in my trailer while we waited for me to be called to set. Every room in my house was a place to find somewhere new to have sex. We even went to the garden one night and made love under one of the rose trellises. The possibility that we might get caught just added to the excitement. In fact...
I was sitting partway up the steps, my legs spread wide, panties hanging off of one ankle, my fingers sliding up and down my slit as Elias watched, when the front door opened...
I bolted upright, gasping for air, my heart racing. Fuck. Not again.
Chapter Sixteen
I flopped back onto my pillows, soaked with sweat, my entire body tingling as if I'd encountered some sort of electricity. I rarely dreamed, but this was something like my sixth sex dream about Elias, and they'd just kept getting more and more intense. Half the time, I didn't even realize they were dreams until everything started getting choppy and weird at the end, they were that vivid.
I supposed it was just my body's way of dealing with the frustrating fact that Elias and I hadn't had sex, but I'd never had anything remotely similar during other periods of celibacy, and trust me, there were more of those than there were of ones when I was sexually active. Maybe, I thought, it was just how I reacted to him.
I rolled over and looked at the clock. It was time to get up anyway. I felt rested, but distracted as I dressed. What was prompting these dreams? I'd been thinking about it quite a bit and I hadn't been able to come up with any common denominators. It wasn't like Elias and I had touched in any sort of sexual way. Touching, no touching. Talking, no talking. It didn't seem to matter what had happened prior to going to sleep. It seemed like my subconscious would just suddenly decide that I needed to wake up with an ache between my legs and not enough time to do anything about it. One thing was for certain, I'd never be able to go into my library again without thinking about sex.
A knock at my door pulled me out of my reverie.
“Yes?” I called as I ran a brush through my hair. I frowned at my reflection. I was going to need a touch-up on my hair over the winter break. Kiana's hair was naturally blue-streaked, so any hint of fading or growing out had to be taken care of before we started shooting again.
“I was just wondering if you were feeling up to your morning jog.” Paul's voice came through the closed door. “It's raining so I would recommend using the treadmill rather than going out.”
“That sounds good, Paul,” I called back. There were times when the weather was
bad that I did run inside rather than out, but it wasn't a regular occurrence. I didn't usually mind a bit of rain, but I had a feeling that Paul was just using the weather as an excuse to keep me indoors. I was sure that Elias wouldn't have left without telling Paul at least some of what had happened.
My suspicions were confirmed as I left my room and saw that Paul was waiting outside the door. Usually, he stayed in the living room until I told him where we were going that day. Today, he followed me without a word. This was exactly the kind of thing that I'd hoped to avoid, but until Elias found out more about whoever had put that note in my trailer, I wasn't going to complain. I had enough things to worry about without adding this to it.
By the time I finished with my run, Kevin had arrived and it was time to start getting back into my usual training. I must have been hitting harder than usual as, halfway through our sparring session, Kevin stopped me and had me move to a bag. I could see the question on his face, but I didn't offer an answer and he didn't ask. We worked right up until it was time for him to go, barely taking any breaks, and I wanted to keep going. Pounding that bag was making me feel like I was in control again, like I hadn't been the victim I'd been calling myself for the past couple of days. I did as Kevin said, however, and stopped, knowing that I would just wear myself out and I had work to do.
I hadn't told Elias about the fundraiser I was attending that afternoon, and though the omission hadn't been intentional, I found myself wondering if he would've told Paul to cancel it. Even though Paul had seniority on the staff, I had a feeling that he would've deferred to Elias. As it was, I didn't bring up any of that as Paul and I headed for the car. There was no way I was going to cancel on Far-Off Places, the literacy group with which I volunteered. I'd been looking forward to reading to the kids for the past couple of months.
As soon as I stepped foot in the library, I was glad I'd come. Most of the kids were too young to realize what it meant to be a celebrity. All they knew was that I'd played a superhero in a cool movie and I had awesome blue-streaked hair. Paul did his rounds while I made myself comfortable and began to talk to the kids, telling them about the book I'd chosen to share with them.
Once I'd finished reading, I answered kids' questions until Paul finally signaled to me that it was time to go. A glance out of the windows showed that he was right. It was starting to get dark and I needed to get ready to head to the set. Reluctantly, I said my good-byes and followed Paul to the car. All of my previous worries and stresses had faded to the background. It was things like this that put my life into perspective. I loved my job, but it wasn't acting that made me a worth-while person. It was what I did with my popularity that made me who I was.
I was still thinking about how much fun I'd had when we arrived at the house. I had only fifteen minutes before Elias would arrive and we'd have to leave, and I wanted to change my clothes. I'd dressed up a bit for the reading, and now I wanted something comfortable to wear to work.
As soon as I stepped inside, however, everything changed. I stopped just inside the door. Something was wrong. I didn't know what or how I knew, but something wasn't right. Someone had been here.
“Paul.” I could barely get my voice above a whisper. I tried again. “Paul.”
He turned towards me, a puzzled expression on his face. “Is something wrong?”
“Someone's been here.”
He reached towards his gun, then paused. “The alarm was still on.”
“What?” I didn't understand what he was trying to say.
“When we came in, the alarm was still on.” He crossed to the wall where the alarm box was and looked at it. “It's not showing anyone else coming in from the time we left until I turned it off when we came in.”
I shook my head. “I don't care. Someone's been here.”
The expression on Paul's face said that he didn't believe me, but he drew his gun anyway. He was a professional, and he was going to give me the benefit of the doubt.
“Stay here. I'll take a look around, make sure the house is clear.”
I waited while he went. For the first time, I wished that I employed some live-in or full-time staff. I did have a cleaning service who came in twice a week, and a landscaper took care of the three acre property surrounding my house every two weeks during the winter, and every week during the summer. None of those had been in today. Whoever had been in my house had picked the perfect day to break in.
I shivered and crossed my arms over my chest. It was chilly outside, but the cold I was feeling wasn't coming from the weather. This was so much worse than someone having been in my trailer. This was my home. I'd bought it right after my emancipation had gone through. It was my home, my escape from the insanity of the world. There were no cameras, no press allowed. It was my oasis.
“There's no one here.” Paul came back down the stairs. “And I didn't see anything missing or out of place.” He'd put his gun back in its holster. “Though I didn't go through your things in your room. I just checked to make sure it was empty.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to argue, but I knew that just saying it again wouldn't make him believe me. I needed to have proof, something broken or missing, something out of place. I headed for my room.
I went through everything, each minute that passed without me finding anything making me more anxious. Why had someone come into my house and not taken anything? How could they have not moved anything? And how had they gotten in without setting off the alarm?
I'd just finished my second pass through my dresser when I heard his voice downstairs. He wasn't talking very loudly, but it was like I had been listening for him. I hurried down the stairs, catching the last part of his conversation with Paul.
“You did not find anything moved?”
“No,” Paul said. “I'm telling you, there was no one here.”
“They might have left before we got back, but someone was here.” I let my annoyance seep through my words as I reached the bottom of the staircase.
Paul didn't say a word. I appreciated that. I didn't want someone agreeing with me simply because I was their boss, but I really didn't feel like having an argument at the moment. Elias looked my way and our eyes met for only the briefest of moments, but it was enough for me to know that he believed me. I had no clue why since, Paul was right about there not being any evidence of a break-in, but I didn't care. All I cared about what that Elias was here and he believed me.
“I shall take over from here,” Elias said.
Paul looked at me and I nodded. He glanced at Elias and then back at me again before speaking. “All right. If you need me to come in early, or just for back-up, just give me a call.”
“Thanks.” I doubted Elias would want or need Paul's help, but it was nice of him to offer.
As soon as Paul left, Elias turned to me.
“Stay here.”
He was walking away before I could protest. I was really getting tired of being told to stay put like I was a child, or a dog. Once all of this craziness was done, I was going to have a talk with my bodyguards about that particular phrase.
I glanced at my phone. We were going to be late and it was the last night shooting. I was torn. I didn't want to hold up the shooting schedule any more, but I wanted Elias to find something that proved me right.
“We must go,” Elias said as he came back into the room.
He'd only been gone a couple of minutes, so I doubted he could've gotten far. He must've realized that we were going to be late for work.
“You're right,” I agreed. “Paul didn't find anything, so I doubt there is anything to be found. We can figure out what to do after I'm done.”
“Done?” Elias asked sharply.
Now I was confused.
“I am taking you some place safe,” he said. “Too many things have happened for this to be a coincidence. We must leave.”
I shook my head. “I have to go to work. It's the last shoot before we break for Christmas.”
“No,” Elias sa
id. “Absolutely not.”
I bristled at his tone. I'd never liked people telling me what to do, especially after the way my parents had been. I didn't care that I thought of him as something more than my bodyguard. This wasn't the way I did things. “Look, I know you're just trying to protect me, so I'm going to pretend that you didn't just tell me, your employer, 'absolutely not.' Instead, I'm going to offer a compromise. And understand, when I say compromise, I mean, this is the only way you're going to get what you want.”
I stepped closer, my annoyance burning away any lingering embarrassment about my dream or my attraction to him. “You're going to come upstairs with me so I can pack a bag, then you're going to drive me to work where you can make arrangements while I'm filming. After work, I'll let you take me some place safe and we'll call Paul to fill him in on what's going on. Agreed?”
A combination of amusement and admiration crossed Elias's face, mixing with his annoyance at my declaration. That wasn't an entirely new expression for him when it came to me. “Agreed.”
It looked like my Christmas hiatus was going to be off to an interesting start.
Chapter Seventeen
It was harder than I'd thought it would be to focus at work. Then again, I wasn't sure why I'd actually thought it would be easy. Still, I forced a smile and kept everything light. The only things that hinted that something wasn't right was that Elias stayed closer than usual, and I didn't go to my trailer at all. I told everyone that I wanted to see as much of them as possible since we'd be apart for a couple of weeks. It was sappy, but if anyone didn't buy it, they didn't say anything and I wasn't about to change that.
Despite my issues concentrating, we managed to get everything done in record time. There was joking and non-alcoholic eggnog from craft services. Small gifts were exchanged and I promised everyone that their gifts from me would be delivered before Christmas since I'd left them at home. I didn't mention that I'd left them because I'd been too preoccupied by trying to pack a bag to go to who knew where with my hot bodyguard who was trying to protect me from some mysterious or not-so-mysterious stalker. When no one was looking, I sent myself a reminder to mail the gifts I'd purchased a couple of weeks back. I just hoped we could get this whole thing dealt with quickly so I could get the presents out on time. Mail during the holidays could get crazy.
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