That was… inappropriate. And electrifying. She saw the way I looked at her body, the way I imagined what her skin would taste like, what her pussy would taste like. My mouth is still watering. I wanted to take those red lips in mine and kiss her right there. It took all my self control to stop myself.
Once I’m on the plane I glance over at her across the aisle. She looks over and smiles tentatively. I look forward and take a deep breath. I need to keep my distance. This conference is important, my job is important, Gracie is important. I can’t let my own desires get in the way.
Desire. That’s the word. I open my eyes slightly and glance over again. I can see the curve of her tits straining against that sheer blouse. Her legs are stuck together and I can see how they widen up to her hips. I’d do anything to reach over and trail my fingers up her legs, to feel the slit between them.
My cock twitches once more at the thought of it, the thought of her wetness, of my fingers running through it. I close my eyes and allow myself to imagine it some more. My kisses trailing down that long, slender neck to her collarbone. The way her big tits would feel in my hand. I’d kiss them, biting gently at her nipples if I got the chance. I’d tease her until she was a puddle of lust underneath me.
The thought of her wanting me makes my cock even harder. I shift uncomfortably in my seat and open my eyes. I need to stop. I take out my headphones and browse the selection of movies on the plane. Without being able to help myself, I steal a couple glances over her way.
She’s doing the same, settling in for a cross-country flight. Ignoring me. At least we understand each other. I turn on a movie and keep my eyes glued on the screen for the next six hours.
The flight goes by without any issues.
When we get off I turn to Emma.
“Alright, so let’s grab a cab to the hotel. The conference centre is just a few minutes away so we can get settled in and then head over. Say, 20 minutes and then meet in the lobby? There’s a welcome luncheon at noon.”
Emma looks at me with those deep brown eyes and I try to ignore the heat coursing through my veins. I’ve been preparing myself for this all flight. I need to keep it professional. She nods.
“Sounds good.”
We hail a cab and Emma takes a seat behind the driver. I take the other seat in the back and glance over at her. She’s staring out the window, hands folded on her lap. Looks like it’s her turn to be the quiet one.
I don’t mind, not really. I like quiet. But then I glance over at her again and I wish she would flash that smile at me, or say something and then laugh at her own joke. Her laugh is like a ray of sunshine through my heart. It hits me in my core and forces me to smile. As if she senses my gaze, she turns her head and looks at me. Her curly brown hair bounces and falls behind her head. She smiles tentatively at me and when I don’t react, she sticks her tongue out.
I chuckle. She would get along well with Gracie.
Whoa - where did that thought come from? She is most definitely not meeting Gracie. My one promise to myself, my one promise to Chloe was to take care of her. I’m not going to have random women in and out of her life. I turn my head and stare out the window, suddenly feeling like there’s a dark cloud weighing me down.
I need to get this conference over with and get back to my daughter.
Chapter 20 - Emma
I can’t keep up with this hot and cold roller coaster. We had a moment, yes. And then the moment passed and we went back to being professionals. That’s all fine. But then in the taxi, it’s like he was punishing himself for smiling at me? He went from smiling to looking like he was in the foulest mood I’ve ever seen!
I’m in my hotel room, freshening up and getting changed for this first day of talks. Elliot’s speech is in a couple hours, so I get to enjoy the afternoon with him being a nervous wreck before it’s over.
Shaking my head, I tell myself not to let it get to me. I’m here for work, and work is what I’ll do. I’ll try to be supportive of him but I need to get these emotions under control. I can’t let myself get dragged along by his obvious emotional issues.
I sort through my small suitcase for something to wear. I pull out my lacy black thong and bra and shake my head. Why did I pack these last night? Where did I think I was going to wear them?!
But I know the answer to that. Not going to happen, not in a million years. I look at my phone and there’s a message from Val:
Part of the mile high club now, I imagine?
I roll my eyes and break into a smile.
Not even close. He was basically eye fucking me before we got on the plane but now has gone back to being an asshole. Prob for the best.
Sounds like he wants to kiss you on the playground and hold your hand at recess.
I snort. I might as well be in grade school. I finish getting ready and check myself out one last time. I’ve chosen my favourite dark red business dress. It’s fitted and shapely and flattering, perfect for a woman with curves. I touch up my favourite shade of red lipstick and head down to meet Dr. Grumpy.
He changed as well, and he’s looking out the lobby window. His ass looks as good as ever in those navy pants. His hands are in his pockets and it’s pulling the fabric tight.
Stop.
No.
I need to get a grip. This is professional. That lacy black thong and bra are not going anywhere near him.
“Doctor,” I say as I walk up. He turns around, not acknowledging the fact that I used his title instead of his name.
“Should we head out?” We start walking, hailing a cab to get to the conference. Another short, awkward taxi ride later and we’re at the venue just in time for lunch. We get our name tags and seating arrangement, and head to our table. We’re seated beside each other. I’m not sure why I’m surprised, we’re from the same company so it’s obvious that we’d be seated together. Still, my heart skips a beat when he pulls out my chair for me and takes the seat next to mine. We’re near the stage at the front. I glance over at him and I know he’s nervous. He still hasn’t looked at me, let alone talked to me.
The MC takes the stage and the first afternoon of the event begins. I’m just going to relax and try to enjoy myself. At least I got a free trip to San Diego out of it, even if I have to spend it with a guy with the emotional maturity of an eight year old.
Chapter 21 - Elliot
She looks so good. It’s been torture sitting here beside her all afternoon. My thoughts keep drifting between her body and how much I want to wrap myself around her and then the fact that I need to stand up in front of two hundred people and talk about my work. My cock doesn’t know if it wants to be hard as rock or shrink up inside me.
Then, it happens. They call my name.
“Straight from New York City, we have a special guest this afternoon. He’s revolutionised the way rhinoplasty is performed, cutting recovery times in half! Here to tell us all about the leaps and bounds that are being made is Dr. Elliot Davis!”
Applause fills the room. My heart leaps into my throat and suddenly my legs feel like jelly. I’m stuck to my chair. A spotlight swings around to me and beams down on me with the brightness of a thousand suns. People are clapping. I’m frozen.
Like a wave of relief I hear Emma’s voice in my ear, I feel her breath on my neck.
“Remember, just imagine us all naked. I’ll even allow you to imagine me naked just this once.”
The words snap me back to the room and my head whips around to her. She’s laughing and clapping. She raises her eyebrows and nods towards the stage and like a puppet on a string I start moving.
The applause dies down as I make my way to the podium. The first slide of my presentation comes up on the screen behind me and I stare out into the audience. I’m not good at speaking to people one on one, let alone a group of two hundred. Why do they care what I’m doing at work anyways!
I take a deep breath.
My eyes scan the audience but still my voice wo
n’t work. There’s people here that have been in the industry for longer than I’ve been alive. Brilliant surgeons, researchers, businessmen. There’s a lump in my throat and I can’t seem to swallow properly. My gaze swings over to our table and I see Emma. She’s waiting patiently, her curly brown hair like a halo around her head. I can see her red lips from here.
I’d love to have those lips wrapped around my cock.
The thought comes to mind without warning and my cock responds by twitching in my pants. I clear my throat and try to focus. I glance at Emma and she moves her hands. It takes me a second to realise she’s miming unbuttoning a shirt and taking it off. The corners of my mouth curl up and I clear my throat. I’m finally able to speak.
“Thank you for the great introduction, Steve. You’re right, we’ve been changing the way we do rhinoplasties for the past two years and today I’m going to show you the results we’ve been able to achieve. You’ll see that recovery times are shortened, scarring is minimal, and aesthetic results are greatly improved with the new techniques.”
I click to the next slide and the rest of the presentation is a blur. The applause when I finish roars in my ears and I make my way back to my seat as quickly as I can. I’m in a daze. Public speaking is not my forte, but it sounds like it went alright. I’m just glad it’s over.
I feel a hand slide onto my thigh, its warmth radiating through the fabric of my pants. It slides up slightly and Emma’s smell fills my nostrils. I feel her head come nearer to my ear and I close my eyes to enjoy the feeling of her closeness.
“You were amazing,” she whispers. I glance over at her and see the clarity in her eyes. She’s smiling tentatively and I can tell she’s telling the truth. I smile back.
“Thank you,” I whisper back to her. I want to thank her for everything: for being here with me, for making me laugh, for helping me with the slides and with the speech, for making me feel alive. Instead all I can do is look at her. I notice that her brown eyes have little speckles of yellow in them, and she has a spattering of freckles across her nose that I’d never seen before.
“Come with me,” I breathe into her ear. She looks at me with a questioning look but says nothing, only pushes her chair back when I do. We weave our way through the round tables to the back of the room while the MC makes a lame joke. There’s a smattering of polite laughter but all I can think about is Emma and getting out of this room.
I lead her through the lobby and down a hallway to the left.
“Where are we going?” She whispers, taking short, quick steps to keep up with me. I realise I’m holding her hand and it feels like the most natural way for us to be.
“I’m not sure,” I admit. Then I see an open door to a dark room. It’s empty, with chairs stacked all along the outside wall. I duck in and look around before pulling Emma in with me. Closing the door, I turn to her and push my body closer to her. I can feel her breasts pressed up against my chest, her legs close to mine. My arms wrap themselves around her body and I feel the way her back curves out towards her ass. Finally, finally, finally! My hands are on her. I can feel her body next to mine, I can explore every inch of it with my hands. She’s doing the same. Her hands find my chest, my neck, they tangle into my hair.
My heart is thumping, roaring like a tidal wave in my ears. I don’t know what I’m doing, my body is acting on its own. I need her. I need to taste her, to touch her, to feel her body pressed up against mine. With fireworks exploding inside my chest, my head dips down and our lips crush together. Her lips are pillowy soft and they taste better than I’d imagined. Her tongue slips between my lips to find mine and they dance together.
This is more than a kiss, more than an embrace. It’s pure passion. Pure desire. Our bodies are pressed together. I take a step towards her until her back touches the wall and I press my body in towards hers. My hand trails up the side of her body and my fingers wrap themselves around her curls. A soft moan escapes her lips and I kiss her harder.
Time stops and all that exists is her and me. Her lips and mine. Her body and my body, melting together. There’s too much clothing in the way, too much fabric stopping me from feeling her skin and tasting it. I want all of her.
I pull my head back and look into her eyes. They’re shining brightly and I can still see the specks of yellow in the dim light.
“Wow,” she breathes. Our foreheads touch and I close my eyes, never wanting this moment to end.
Chapter 22 - Emma
The next few minutes are a blur. My head is spinning. What just happened?! That was exhilarating and exciting, it felt so good to be in his arms. Elliot leads me back down the hallway and out the front door. The sun is blinding, but it just adds to the overload of stimuli that is assaulting my senses. His hand in mine is warm and comforting, the heat of his body next to mine is like an inferno. My lips feel empty without his on them.
All I want to do is wrap myself around him and feel his skin on mine. We stumble back to our hotel and into his room. The second the door closes, his arms are around my body and his lips are all over mine. His tongue dips into my mouth and I press myself into him, feeling the heat in my core burning hotter with every second that goes by.
This is so wrong, but so, so right. My hands find his chest, his neck, his shoulders. I let them roam all over him and finally feel the muscular, broad body I’ve been staring at a for two weeks. I claw at his shirt, almost ripping the buttons off as I take it off him. I push it off his huge shoulders and finally let my fingers trail over his bare skin.
The electricity of my touch makes my head spin. My fingers sizzle when I run them down his chest, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I look up at him, at his blue eyes rimmed with dark lashes and feel the wetness gathering between my legs. His eyes are half-closed, staring at me, through me, into me. Suddenly we’re still, just looking at each other. His hands move from my hips up my sides and rest on my ribs. He grabs both breasts and squeezes them as I close my eyes and let out a sigh.
It’s his turn to undress me. Where I was insistent, clawing, passionate, Elliot takes his time. His hands trail from my breasts up to the neckline of my burgundy dress. I feel his hands on my neck as he feels for the zipper down my back. I close my eyes, loving the feeling of his hands on my shoulders, my neck, my chest.
Suddenly, Elliot grabs my shoulders and turns me around. My hands fly up against the door so I can support myself. He’s got one hand on my waist and the other is unzipping me, from my neck down to the top of my ass. He runs his fingers down the opening, feeling my bare skin, and then slips the dress over my shoulders. His hands run down my arms, pushing the fabric down with them until he gets to my hips. I can feel him pushing himself against me as he grabs the bundle of fabric and works it over my wide hips.
The dress puddles on the ground and his hands roam over my bare skin. I’m wearing nothing but a matching set of red bra and panties. Elliot unclips the bra in an expert motion and lets it drop to the ground with my dress. He presses himself into me as I lean against my hands on the door. I arch my back, wanting to press my ass into his body. I can feel the hardness of his cock through his pants and it’s driving me wild. He’s growling softly as he explores every curve of my body. A soft kiss lands on the back of my neck and suddenly his entire body is pressed up against me. I moan gently as his body melts into mine.
I can’t think, I can’t speak, I can barely see or breathe. My heart is beating so hard and the heat of desire is burning up inside me. I turn around and our lips devour each other again. His hands run down my spine leaving a trail of sparks as his fingertips graze over my skin. The heat in my centre explodes as my desire reaches a feverish peak. It’s like an itch begging to be scratched, or an insatiable craving gnawing at the pit of my stomach. An emptiness needing to be filled.
As if Elliot reads my mind, he grabs my waist and pulls me to the bed. He spins me around and my calves hit the edge of the bed. I sink down into it, with his body pressing over mine. Our lips are locked together
and my hands are wrapped into his hair. I can feel his skin pressing against mine and it’s sending shockwaves through my body. My heart is hammering a million miles an hour, the heat in my core is an inferno. My hands scratch down his back as he kisses me a thousand times. I grasp at the waistband of his pants, wanting - no - needing him to be as naked as I am. He drops his pants to the ground and straddles my leg with his. I feel his fingertips tucking into my panties until he rips them down my legs.
He stands at the edge of the bed, admiring my naked body. I’ve never felt so beautiful, so desirable as right this minute, watching the way he’s looking at me. I bring my hands up my sides and onto my breasts, playfully pinching my nipples. He groans and leans over, putting a hand on either side of my head. I grab his underwear and push it down his legs. Finally, his cock springs free and I gasp. It’s much, much bigger than I’d anticipated. Elliot growls and grabs his cock in his hand before leaning down against me.
The feeling of his rod pressed up against my hip is sending me wild. The wetness in my folds is just one sign of my frantic desire. My heartbeat, shortness of breath, tingling throughout my body - it’s all screaming for him. His head dips down and he takes one of my nipples into his mouth. It sends a thrill straight down between my legs as he nips it and swirls it in his mouth. I groan.
“I want you,” I whisper breathlessly into his ear. He lifts his head and holds my gaze with his icy blue eyes. In them I see the electric heat of desire. Without a word, he leans down to his pants and pulls out a condom. In a smooth motion he has it out of the crinkling packaging and slides it onto his hard cock.
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