by Crystal Shaw
“Yes, what did you think? I didn’t want to take advantage of you.”
I feel the tension leave my body and the anger dissipates. He did want me, he was just being a gentleman. Ha!
“Would you have still wanted me if we hadn’t waited a whole month?” Curiosity has gotten the best of me.
“Of course. After you asked me about my reputation, I figured I shouldn’t push you. But after seeing you, dancing with everyone watching,” he moves closer to me, “you have no idea how much I wanted to make you mine. If I was a dog, I would have pissed circles around you.” I smile shyly at his response and wrap my legs around him. “I felt guilty taking you back to my place. I thought I was pressuring you.” I shake my head at him. He didn’t pressure me at all. He responds as if reading my mind, “When I saw your lingerie, I knew you wanted me.” I smile and playfully kiss him. Thinking about our first night together makes me giddy and hot.
“Are you satisfied now? Will you stop questioning me?” I feel a pang of guilt halting the heat wave rushing through my body. I nod my head. He pulls me to him and kisses me.
“Good. Don’t bring it up again.”
“I promise I won’t.” I smile as he kisses my forehead.
“YOU RENTED A PORSCHE?” I’m staring at a ridiculous two-seater convertible. It’s a very nice car, but a little more than over the top and entirely unnecessary.
“Of course, if I’m going to drive, I might as well drive something nice.” I shake my head at him. Thomas has decided that Michael should have the night off.
“All right Mr. Extravagant, where are we going?” He looks amused.
“I thought we could go to Bloody Mary’s for dinner.” I smile shyly at him. I’ve spent most of the day on the beach while he has been in the office of the resort, working. I don’t think he understands what a vacation entails.
“I think I would enjoy that.” I give him a small kiss on the cheek as he opens my door for me. I have a new sense of confidence knowing that the only reason he ever turned me down was because I was drunk, but I also feel a bit guilty for asking him about his past. As we drive down the road, I come up with an idea to make it up to him.
“Could we rent a boat tonight?”
“A boat?” He looks at my quizzically.
“Yes, I want to make love to you on the water… to make up for this morning. I feel bad about everything.” He smiles at me and puts his hand on my knee.
“I have other plans.” He looks at me with a devilish grin.
“Oh?” He makes me nervous when he looks at me with those wolfish eyes. He just continues to smile, not giving anything away.
“You look beautiful in your dress.”
“Thank you.” I give him a shy smile. The dress is actually a little small and tight around my tummy for my liking. It makes me feel a bit bulgy, but if he likes it then I am happy. “You look handsome, as you always do.” I enjoy the low hum of a sweet song playing on the radio and lay my head back, wondering what my husband has in store for me.
It’s not a long drive to Bloody Mary’s. The entrance looks like a tiki hut, with a straw roof and a primitive wooden sign. The lighting is romantic; the room is airy with sand covering the dirt floor and palm trees lining the walls. I squeeze Thomas’ hand with delight. We sit on palm trunk semi circle bench at a table in the back. I scoot into the back and Thomas follows me, his hand gracing my knee as he leans in and gives me a small kiss on the cheek. As soon as we sit, Thomas orders us each a Bloody Mary and Blackened Tuna for dinner. I don’t mind that he orders, he usually orders for both of us, and besides, it sounds delicious.
As the waiter leaves us Thomas rests his hand on my thigh, pulling my dress slightly up. I gasp, quickly moving to push his hand away.
“Don’t deny me,” he whispers in a low and threatening tone. I inhale quickly. He’s punishing me, in public. This is new, my blood heats in anticipation. I bite my lip and pull my hands away letting them rest on the seat beside me. Thomas leans in close, his hot breath on my neck. “I’m going to make you come.” I hold my breath looking at his blue eyes.
“I don’t know if I can … here.” We’ve never done anything like this before. I feel nervous and at the same time I’m wet at the thought of him pleasuring me. “I don’t want anyone to see Thomas.” My eyes plead with him.
“Do you think I would let anyone see?” His blue eyes pierce me, warning me not to question him. No, he wouldn’t. I shake my head. “Just control yourself. Don’t you dare moan.”
I nod, biting my lip, and keeping my eyes on Thomas. He nonchalantly picks up the wine list with his free hand while his other hand moves back to my thigh, pushing my dress out of his way. I reach for a wine list also and pretend as though I am studying it. As his fingers reach my panties, he gives me a devilish smile.
“I’m glad you wore lace.” With his eyes still on me his pushes his fingers through the lace, ripping them, and he enters me. I part my lips to moan but his other hand reaches my lips. “No moaning, Baby. I don’t want anyone to know.” He looks back down at the wine list after glancing around the room. I look also, no one is watching. I let out a small gasp as he hits my sweet spot. His thumb starts rubbing against my clit and I have to grab his arm to keep myself up right. His meticulous expertise brings me closer and closer to my erotic release.
“Thomas, I don’t know if I can handle this.” I plead with him and he stops. My body tenses. I need my release. I was so close. My body aches.
“Alright then.” He looks at me, with a wild and pleased grin. He knows exactly what he is doing. No! Don’t leave me like this.
“Please, I need you.”
“I thought you said you couldn’t handle it?” He smiles as he takes the Bloody Mary from the waiter. I straighten up and blush. I don’t think the waiter has a clue, I glance around the room, no one is watching. I feel so scandalous. I want him bad; I need his touch.
“I want you.” I whisper to him.
“What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Isn’t that a bit shameless? We’d have an audience.” He’s teasing me. I bite my lip again, holding back my mixed emotions.
“I don’t like this.” I feel a rush of sadness. I don’t know why exactly, probably more from my frustration and orgasm denial than anything else. Thomas straightens in his seat and looks at me; his eyes are full of concern.
“Tell me what you want me to do.” He looks sincere. I think if I told him to turn me around and fuck me on the table, he might. I don’t know what to say. I really don’t know what I want. I’m afraid I’m going to moan in front of everyone.
“I want to come.” Thomas grabs my waist, pulling me closer to him, and quickly inserts his fingers back inside me, hitting my spot, sending a sweet sensation of ecstasy through my body. I start to moan but his lips stop me and then he pulls away. His other hand moves to my back, holding me up.
“You’re going to come quietly Emma. Do you understand?” I nod my head concentrating hard on keeping my body still and my noises to a minimum. His rhythm picks up and I resist the urge to arch my back. My eyes meet his; he’s watching me, waiting for me to release.
“You’re so close.” He glances around the room, looking as though nothing is out of the ordinary, and then his eyes fall on me again. “Come for me.” His words send me over; my body gently shakes in pure ecstasy. I hardly have a moment to enjoy my orgasm; I’m shamelessly aware that there are at least forty other people in the restaurant.
I readjust myself in my seat and look around the room cautiously; no one is watching. I smile shyly at Thomas. He’s wiping his fingers on his napkin. I feel my cheeks redden. I can’t believe we just did that.
“Better?” he asks me with a smug grin.
“Much better.” I feel warm all over, enjoying the aftermath of the intense sensation.
“I wasn’t planning on letting you go.” I raise my eyebrows in surprise. “I was going to make you squirm.”
“That’s mean,” I pout. “I’m glad you didn’t. I don’t think I could’ve handled it.” He smiles.
“You can handle more than you think.” I blush at his response.
“THE BLACKENED TUNA WAS DIVINE.” I’m gently swaying in my seat, completely sated in every possible meaning of the word. “I want another Bloody Mary.” Thomas is amused.
“I think four is plenty.” His smug grin is still plastered across his face. Have I already had four?
“So Thomas, would you like to come up stairs for some coffee?” I’m still enjoying the confidence booster from finding out that Thomas did in fact want to sleep with me the night he turned me down. Seeing as how I am obviously a bit tipsy at the moment I intend to take full advantage and act out the scene how it should’ve played out.
“You’re my wife now, Mrs. Grant. I think I would enjoy taking you up on that offer.” He signals for the check and gives me his handsome smile. Yes!
When I get up from my sturdy seat am I hit with a wave of unforgiving gravity, almost making me tumble over, but Thomas catches me just in time, holding my waist to him. He lets out a small laugh.
“Maybe I should have made you stop at three.” He whispers in my ear and brings me to my feet. I huff.
“I’m fine, now let’s get home so you can take advantage of me.” Thomas shakes his head but doesn’t lose his sex god grin.
My heels sink in the sand as we walk out of the restaurant. I’m not sure how I was able to walk in these heels when we arrived here but it has, for some unknown reason, become more difficult. I reach down and kick them off, not so graciously bending over to retrieve them, and decide to carry them in my hand. Thomas shakes his head and lets out a small snicker. I glance around, now people are watching. Sorry folks, you already missed the main act!
He opens the door and gently sets me in the passenger side of the ridiculous Porsche he rented. Rubbing the interior leather, I’m suddenly finding the car quite a turn on. He opens the driver side door and slides in, putting the key into the ignition. I can’t resist climbing over the stick shift and leaning into him.
“How about here,” I whisper in his ear in the sexiest voice I know. I sit up straight both knees on his seat with my feet on the passenger seat just barely propping me up. I pull my dress up just enough to show a little of my thigh and I bite my lip. The roof is still down, giving me plenty of room to tease him.
“People will see. Not here.” I pout; I want it now. I don’t want to wait. Before I can object a light flashes in my eye. I wince and settle back down into my seat.
“Good evening, everything all right over here?” It’s a female cop, African American with a very nice figure, really busty for a cop. I find myself staring at her breasts even though they are tucked conservatively into her uniform. I feel a rush of blood to my face, I’m slightly embarrassed but more than that I am annoyed.
“Yes officer, everything is fine. We were just leaving.” Thomas gives her a small smile, he seems calm, a little embarrassed maybe.
“Did you two have anything to drink tonight?” She shines the light back to me. No shit Sherlock. It doesn’t take a genius to hit that nail on the head.
“Yes, I had half of a Bloody Mary about two hours ago, but my wife has had four.” He looks at me and smiles. “It’s been a little while since we’ve had a date night.” He smiles back at the officer who is eyeing me curiously. “I was just taking her home.”
“I see Mr.?”
“Thomas Grant.” Her eyes light up and she tilts her head.
“Thomas Grant, as in Grant Enterprises?” He nods his head modestly. The officer smiles slightly and then her demeanor changes and she points the flashlight into my eyes again. I wince; she is looking above my eye. Seriously? How long has this fucking article been out?
“He didn’t hit me. I slipped and fell.” I answer her before she has time to question. And then I realize what I said and I begin to laugh. I try to hold it in and that only makes me laugh harder. Thomas shakes his head holding the wheel and the officer looks at me as though I’m insane. “I don’t know why I am laughing. I’m sorry Officer. Domestic violence is not a laughing matter.” I can’t hold it in any longer. I have to put my head on my knees to try to muffle the laughter; small tears are forming in the corner of my eyes. I look up and do my best to be serious. “I really did slip in the shower.” I try to calm my breathing and contain the laughter. I don’t know what has gotten into me.
Thomas sighs, “I didn’t hit my wife. And for that matter, I didn’t cheat on her either.” He looks pissed now. I can’t resist a comical reply.
“Yeah, if he did, I’d cut his balls off.” I manage to shock both Thomas and the officer. I wipe the tears from the corner of my eyes and nestle down into the seat, pulling my seatbelt across my chest.
“All right you two, get her home safe Mr. Grant. … And good luck.” I smile at her last comment. As she walks away, Thomas pushes the button to bring the top back up, concealing us from the public.
“You’d cut my balls off?” He looks at me, still in shock. I bite my lip and nod.
“Well Emma, I can safely say that I’m happy you only had wine at Kate’s house. God knows what would have happened if you had gotten your hands on Bloody Marys.” I let out a laugh as we pull out of the parking lot.
Chapter 11
I wake up to the bright sun in the room and his arms are still around me, holding me to his chest. I roll over slowly and meticulously, still in his arms, so that I can face him. I study his face while he sleeps. I only get away with it for a moment. His eyes gently open and a smile forms on his lips.
“Good morning, Beautiful.” He puts his hand behind his head and stretches.
“Good morning yourself.” I kiss his bottom lip and smile.
“Did you have fun last night?”
“I did, did you?” I can’t help but smile.
“I have to admit that I enjoyed myself. Especially when we got in bed.” My cheeks blush scarlet at his response.
“You took advantage of me.” I tease him.
“If I remember correctly, I’m pretty sure you took advantage of me.” I laugh, hiding my smile under the blanket.
“What are the plans for today?”
He sits up and stretches more, arching his back and yawning, which makes me yawn.
“Whatever you’d like.” He brushes curls away from my face and I blink up at him. “I just have a bit of work I have to do this morning.” He gives me a small smile and rubs his thumb on my bottom lip. “I promise I won’t be long.”
He gets up from bed and puts his flannel pajama bottoms on letting his hipbones show. That only makes me want him more. I readjust in bed to get a good look at him, resting on my elbows.
“So no time for a little loving?” I give him a small pout and move my hand through my hair.
“Mmmm, Baby, you tease me.” He crawls on the bed until he is on top of me. I grab the blanket and squeeze. Yes! His lips touch mine and then he breathes into my ear, “How about later.” I look up and his huge handsome smile is staring back at me; I gape at him.
I smack him hard in the chest, “You tease!” He laughs and jumps off the bed. I throw my pillow at him as he runs to the bathroom.
I rest back into the bed. I feel like we are on our honeymoon again. We didn’t go anywhere tropical though and we weren’t blessed with such good weather, not that we noticed the weather anyway. We had plans to visit the castles in Ireland and sightsee; instead we ended up spending two weeks in bed, exploring our sexual boundaries. I blush remembering his body and the way he gasped when he saw my lingerie. I curl up into the blanket, feeling his warmth and taking in his scent, I can’t imagine loving this man anymore than I do now.
I TAKE MY TIME getting ready. Enjoying the shower and pampering myself with the oil lotions I find in the bathroom. They make my skin feel so soft; I can’t help but to run my fingers up and down my legs. I think Thomas will like the way my skin feels. I prance to the
closet where I left my bag and pull out a pair of black lace panties and matching bra. Yes, I will wear these and the skimpy black dress. I smile. That’ll teach him to tease me. Once again I feel a little chunky and bloated in the dress but not so much that I feel the need to change. I need to start exercising again and stop stress eating.
I decide to have a small breakfast while he works. The soft fleshy pads of my feet echo in the expansive rooms of the resort as I walk down the stairs. I skip to the kitchen and catch a glimpse of a basket on the counter and smell the peaches; I inhale their sweet scent. I take a bite and the ripe skin peels off. It’s so delicious. I take another bite and the juice drips down my hand. I reach over to grab a napkin and suddenly I stop.
I put the peach down quickly. I feel sick to my stomach. I search the kitchen for a trashcan. I’m going to throw up. I dry heave. Oh God! What the hell? Finally I find it, under the sink, a small trashcan for me to abuse. Michael barrels in the kitchen. Ugh. Don’t look at me.
“Emma, are you okay?” What does it look like?
“Go away.” I mutter as I release into the trashcan. I hear him leave quickly.
When the convulsions stop, I lean back against the fridge. The cold feels soothing against my skin, but I feel miserable. I lay there for a moment, trying to collect myself.
My eyes open wide and I manage to pick myself up and go to my purse haphazardly thrown on the counter. I pull out the tiny calendar that tracks my cycle and I count. Four days late. Does that mean I’m a month pregnant? I look back to the month before. I had a short period, super short. Now that I am looking back on it, it wasn’t very heavy either. Am I pregnant? Michael returns, just in time.
“Mrs. Grant, I brought you a warm damp towel and I have informed housekeeping. They’ll be here shortly.” He doesn’t look at me as he speaks. “Should I let Mr. Grant know? Or would you like me to take you to the bathroom or bedroom? Do you need a doctor?”
“Michael, I think I’m pregnant.” The words come out of me before I let them. I feel a mix of shock and anticipation. He finally looks at me, and smiles. I don’t think I have ever seen him smile.