As he flicks my nipples with his thumb, I arch my back. “More,” I say, reaching out to caress his stomach. As my hands travel, I can’t help but reach one down to rub him.
Devon throws his head back, hissing in a breath. “Fuck!”
Loving the noises he makes, I caress more, moving my hand until I reach his fully erect cock. I grasp his length, stroking until I hear him moan with pleasure. Sitting up a little, I see a bead of pre-cum form at the end of his cock. With a sweep of my thumb, I wipe it off before placing my thumb into my mouth. He watches with a heated stare as I suck hard.
“Jesus, Andi, this is going to be over before it even begins.” He pushes me back down on the bed and hovers over me for a minute. “I’m going to rock your world, baby.”
I smile up at him. “Really? How do you propose to do that?”
Bending down, he takes a nipple into his mouth, suckling until he hears my moan. “I’m going to kiss every inch of your skin until I hear you beg. Then I’m going to lick your pussy until you scream.” I moan again, running my fingers through his hair, trying my hardest to pull him down. I meet resistance and he smiles. “And then,” he says, sweeping a strand of hair away from my face, “I’m going to fuck you raw, fuck you hard. And I won’t stop until I hear you scream my name.”
Shit! I think I’m going to faint.
“Devon, please,” I whisper on a groan.
He smiles against my lips. “Begging already. I must be doing a good job.”
Just the feel of him on top of me, bare skin to bare skin, does the job. Feeling how hard he is, I try manoeuvring myself until I feel his cock at my entrance.
“Andi,” he warns breathlessly against my lips. “Stop what you’re doing right—” With a flex of my hips, I feel him enter me slightly. “Fuck!” he cries, pushing forward. “How can I fucking do what I say I’m going to do when you pull a stunt like that? Shit!” He pushes in farther. We both cry out in unison. As he starts to move, I close my eyes, savouring the feel of him. Wanting more, I roll him over until I’m straddling him.
“You want the control, huh?”
I smile. “Considering you have all the control in the boardroom, it’s only right I get it in the bedroom.” Threading my fingers through his, I start to ride him, relishing the feeling when I watch him close his eyes on a pleasurable hiss.
As our breathing becomes heavier, Devon takes his hands from mine and places them on my breasts, running his fingers over my nipples. “Shit!” I cry out, loving the sensations running through every part of my body. As the pleasure hits new levels, I start to pick up the pace, moaning and crying out as I go along.
I know Devon is close when he grabs my hips and starts moving me. His hands squeeze my hips as I push my way down onto his cock, rubbing my clit against him. My eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Devon!” I scream, picking up the pace. Our breathing’s heavy, our movements frantic.
“Shit, Andi, you need to come soon,” he growls.
I move my hips, grinding myself on him until I feel it coming fast. “Devon!” I cry. My orgasm hits so hard, it robs me of sight.
“Shit!” he yells, squeezing my hips one last time until I feel him come inside me. He grips so hard, his fingers dig into my skin. I don’t care. I’ve just had the most spellbinding orgasm ever.
Exhausted, I flop on top of him, feeling him wrap his arms around me. We stay like that for a while, allowing our breathing to calm and the air conditioning to cool us. I close my eyes when I feel Devon caressing my back with his fingers, goosebumps rising.
“You have the most incredible skin.” He kisses my shoulder, running his fingers down one side of my body. I wiggle, loving the feeling he’s giving me.
I hear Devon moan. “Keep doing that and I’ll need to take you again.”
Climbing off, I lay beside him, propping my head up with one arm. I start running my fingers over his tattoos. “I believe I took you.”
He looks at me and smiles. “Yes, you did. I wouldn’t normally let that happen.” My smile fades a little. “What’s wrong?”
“We still haven’t talked about us. We need to. Knowing how I feel about you and what we’ve just done, I can’t be the girl who runs out buying condoms for her boss anymore. I can’t sit outside your office while you—”
His finger touches my lips, halting me. “I won’t do that to you anymore. I mainly did it to piss you off.” He takes his hand away on a sigh. “I was angry I couldn’t have you, so I made you suffer for it. I’m sorry. I was a dickhead. I can’t say that I’m Mr Perfect, but I promise I won’t treat you the way I have been. I was frustrated and I took it out on you.”
I’m a little shocked, but part of me realises how much sense it all makes. I still need to address some things, though. “That girl the other night. The one you brought back to—”
“Again, it was only to piss you off.” He rolls onto his side, facing me, running his fingers across my cheek. “Nothing happened. I sent her home, made a couple phone calls, and then I went looking for you.”
Remembering that night, I say, “You found me in the bath.”
He looks angry again. “Yes. Like I said before, don’t ever do that shit again.”
“I won’t. I was just so tired, I didn’t even realise.”
“And not realising will get you killed.” I start to ask him why he’s so insistent about it when he says, “Now it’s my turn to ask you some questions.” I frown a little, but nod. “The day I came to take you to the police station to look at a bag …” I nod. “Ben was with you, wasn’t he?” Looking away, I bite my lip. His forms into a hard line as he turns away, too. “I fucking knew it.”
“But nothing happened.”
He snaps his head to me. “Only because I got there in time. If I hadn’t, what would have happened?”
I stay silent, then turn angry. “Wait a second. You have a string of girls, yet when I have one—”
“Two. You forgot about Aaron.”
I huff. “Nothing happened with Aaron. He never touched me, kissed me, anything. He was the perfect gentleman.”
“And I’m not?”
Closing my eyes, I sigh. “I don’t want to argue with you about this. In fact, why are we arguing? Just an hour ago, I thought you hated me and I had to quit. Now, we’re fighting over one man I’ve kissed and another I went on one date with. But all the while, you’ve been screwing anything with a pulse.”
He smirks. “Okay. Forget I said anything.”
I give a swift nod. “Yes. I think that would be wise.” Feeling a little calmer, I say, “Where does this leave us, Devon?”
He looks up at the ceiling for a moment and sighs. “To be honest, I have no idea. I haven’t gotten that far yet. All I know is I can’t fight how I feel for you any longer.”
I manoeuvre myself up the bed a little more. “Okay, let’s put it this way. How would you feel if I dated other men?”
He snaps his head to me. “I would personally see to it that any man who touched you would end up regretting it for the rest of his life.”
Even though I know he’s not joking, I still laugh. “Okay. Seeing other people is out of the question for me. If that’s the case, then it has to be out of the question for you, too. You can’t expect—”
“After having a taste of you,” he says, stroking his fingers down the side of my torso, “there’s no way I can ever taste another. Why go for Prosecco when I have a Goût de Diamants right here in front of me?”
I smirk. “I have no idea what that means.”
He leans forward and kisses my shoulder. “It’s the most expensive champagne in the world. Over two million dollars.”
“Holy shit. Do you really think that much of me?”
He smiles. “Yes, Andi,” he says, touching my nose. “I do.”
His words make me happy. It’s hard to imagine all those horrible times he belittled me and made me feel worthless when he’s being sweet and tender now.
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Okay,” I say again, trying to get my head around all this. “We’re going to be exclusive, but not serious. We’ll have to keep us a secret.”
He frowns. “Why the fuck do I have to do that?”
“Because my brother would kick your butt.”
He turns his head dismissively, waving his hand in the air. “I can handle Charlie.”
Sitting up, I wrap my arms around my legs, hugging them. “I don’t care, Devon. All I know is he’ll freak, you two will fight, and I will have to deal with being piggy in the middle. It’ll be chaos. I don’t want you two falling out over me. You’ve been best friends for years. I won’t be the one to spoil that.”
Devon pushes himself up from the bed, facing me. He runs a finger across my cheek again. I close my eyes. “You won’t break us apart.”
I take his hand. “Please, let’s just keep this between us and see where it goes.”
Eventually, he nods. “Okay, you’re right. We’ll see where whatever this is takes us.”
I exhale a relieved breath. “Thank you.” I smirk. “I guess Mr Condom won’t be needing his condoms anymore.”
“Excuse me?” he asks. “Mr Condom?”
I giggle a little. “That was your nickname because you always made me buy your condoms every Friday.”
Propping his head up with his hand, he smirks. “Oh yeah? And who else knows I’m called that?”
“Only Ritchie and Mandy.” He shakes his head. “You don’t know how many times I’ve nearly said, ‘ Mr Condom isn’t available right now.’” I start laughing, noticing he’s shaking his head.
“You’re a wicked woman, do you know that?”
“Only when it comes to you.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Is that right?”
I nod, and then remembering something, I ask, “Devon?”
“Yes.”
I don’t look at him. “I know that story you told to pull me away from my date with Tom was all bullshit.”
I hear a rustling of the pillow, so I look at him. His expression is one of intrigue. “Oh yeah? What’s drawn you to that conclusion?”
“Because when Aaron rang the next day, he already told me he got everything he needed that morning.” He looks away, smirking. A sure sign of guilt. I pick my pillow up and hit him.
“Hey, what was that for?” he asks, looking all innocent.
“You know.”
He shrugs. “What can I say? If I couldn’t have you, nobody could.”
I nudge him, but decide not to tease him anymore. Instead, I start trailing my fingers across his flawless skin, following my movements with my eyes. “Thank you so much for today. It was really thoughtful.”
He grabs my hand and tenderly kisses it. “You’re welcome. I knew how much it meant for you to be with him. The plane was sitting at JFK doing nothing. I thought I might as well put it to good use.”
“Still, you went to great lengths to make sure we were together.”
He pulls me closer so I’m virtually lying on top of him. “Does this mean you forgive me for last night?”
Leaning my chin against his chest, looking up at him, I smirk. “I think it’s going to be tough, but I’m sure I’ll forgive you … eventually.”
“Good,” he says, pulling me up even farther, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck.
“Good?” I ask. “Aren’t you unhappy that I haven’t quite forgiven you yet?”
He pulls me toward his lips and smirks. “No. In fact, I’m very happy. I have a feeling that by the time the sun rises in the morning, you will have more than forgiven me.”
“Is that so?” My breath hitches, feeling his arousal again.
Devon rolls me onto my back, hovering over me. “In fact,” he says, kissing my lips, “you’re not leaving this room until you’ve forgiven me. I’m going to blow your mind with orgasm—” he starts kissing his way down toward my nipples, “after orgasm—” he ventures farther, kissing around my belly, “after orgasm—” I wiggle beneath him, moaning. As he goes lower, I thread my fingers through his hair, and he licks my clit.
Closing my eyes, I throw my head back. “Oh god,” I groan. As I relish every pleasurable lick, I think:
I believe I may have forgiven him already.
Once the sun rose, I had forgiven Devon. In fact, after orgasm number two, I would have forgiven him for anything. I knew he would be good in bed, but never imagined to what extent. And the things he did with his tongue had my head spinning.
As I wake, I had thought it all a dream. As I gaze upon him, watching the rise and fall of his chest, replaying every image of what we had done last night, I realise it is all so real. I smile. I have a feeling I will be smiling like this for days.
Needing to use the bathroom, I slowly get up, careful not to wake Devon, and make my way toward it. Once finished, I wash my hands, taking a look at my happy face in the mirror. When I look down to turn off the water, I notice something behind Devon’s toothbrush. I dry my hands quickly and then carefully pick up the packet. Clonazepam. I frown, not knowing what that is. Having heard of Diazepam, I have a feeling it’s something to do with depression or anxiety.
I walk back to bed, slip in, and pull the covers over me, causing Devon to stir.
“What time is it, baby?” he groans.
I look at the clock on the nightstand. “It’s a little after eight.” I bite my lip, worrying about the tablets.
Devon moans. “We’d better get up, but I don’t want to. We have a meeting at ten thirty, but I want to be able to enjoy breakfast in bed with you. Or breakfast on you.” He pulls me closer, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. He inhales. “You smell of sex. So fucking sexy.”
I want to enjoy this, but I’m still thinking about those pills. “Devon?”
“Mmm?” he asks, kissing my neck.
“I went to the bathroom. When I was washing my hands, I noticed something.”
He stops still, looking up at me. “What?”
“What’s Clonazepam?”
With an angry stare, he pulls away from me. “You had no right to go through my stuff.”
“I’m sorry. I saw them sitting there and was curious.”
He gets out of bed and starts pulling on a t-shirt and boxers. “Well, you know what curiosity did for the cat. It’s none of your business.” With that, he storms toward the bathroom and slams the door, making me jump.
Shit, what did I do? I only asked a question. I place my head in my hands. If he has depression, it would be the last thing he would want to admit to me. A part of me feels like shit for putting him on the spot, but another part of me feels that if this thing between us takes off, I’m going to need to know what I’m getting myself into.
Knowing he’s going to need some space, I get out of bed, wrap a towel around me, and pick up all my stuff. Once I have everything in my arms, I swiftly walk out of Devon’s bedroom and toward my own, not noticing Mark sitting in the common living area. When I spot him, I stop, eyes wide. He doesn’t say anything, just smirks and goes back to reading his paper. Great. He already knows.
Taking a deep breath, I walk into my bedroom, dump my clothes on the bed, then head for the shower. I don’t quite know what’s wrong with Devon, but if he thinks this is a reason to start treating me like dirt again, he has another thing coming.
Within an hour, I’m ready for whatever the day will bring. I don’t have long to wait. Just as I’m about to put my shoes on, there’s a knock on the door.
Thinking it’s Devon coming to apologise, I call out to come in. I’m surprised when Mark opens the door. “Devon wants us to meet him by the car. We’re going to look at the fleet today.”
Disappointed, I nod. “Okay. I’ll be right out.” Mark gives me an apologetic look before closing the door.
With a heavy sigh, I finish putting on my shoes before pulling my hair into a bun and putting on some diamond earrings my dad got me for my birthday last year. With my figure-hugging black dress and black high heels, I�
�m ready to tackle the day. What I’m not ready for is Devon and whatever mood he’s in.
Once I grab my bag, I leave the room, finding Mark and Anthony waiting. I smile. “You didn’t have to wait for me.”
Anthony walks up, offering his arm. “It’s the gentlemanly thing to do. Are you ready?” I nod and we start walking. “You look stunning.”
“Thank you.”
As we wait for the elevator, Mark leans over to whisper, “If you ask me, the man’s an idiot.”
He doesn’t say who and I don’t ask. Mark can obviously see there’s tension in the air between us. A part of me wonders if this is all worth the hassle.
Once outside, the chauffeur opens the door. I thank him and slide in, seeing Devon staring out the window. He doesn’t even acknowledge me. Tired of his antics, I decide to speak with Mark and Anthony. I’m not going to stoop to his level. If he wants to sulk, so be it.
Knowing how flirty Mark can be, I decide to acknowledge him first. “You’re looking rather dapper this morning, Mark,” I say with a cheeky grin. I’m not lying. He does look dapper. Working for Devon, Mark has to wear the finest suits. He also has the straightest, whitest teeth I have ever seen. I’ve even asked him who his dentist is.
He gives me a knowing look, but I can already tell he will play along. “Why, thank you, Andi. You’re not looking too bad yourself. In fact, that dress more than compliments those amazing eyes of yours.”
A very loud sigh emanates from Devon’s direction. Both Mark and I look at him before looking back at each other with a smirk.
“Who are we meeting?” Anthony asks as we drive off.
Finally, Devon looks, but only in Anthony’s direction. “Aaron and Joanne. Max can’t make it today.”
When Anthony nods, Devon looks back out the window, but not before noticing my bare legs. I see his jaw clench. Again, I ignore him.
We arrive at LaGuardia airport, Aaron meeting us outside. We’re taken through the metal detectors before we’re lead onto the tarmac. It’s a really hot and sticky day today, and being next to warm jet engines doesn’t help.
“This is our fleet,” Aaron says, showing us a massive garage with five planes inside—all being serviced at the moment.
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