Not to come.
I don’t want this to stop.
Just when I feel I cannot take any more, Gage rips his gaze away and I whimper. I need his eyes! His finger is gone, but instantly Gage straddles me and pushes his thick dick between my thighs. I throw back my head as his cock rakes past my swollen clit and pushes deeper into my wet thighs. Gage groans and pulls out, nudging my clit, and then plunges back in again. I gasp and want to grab something, but can’t. My fingers clench and unclench behind my back. Gage places his hands on the sofa on either side of my shoulders and fucks me, stroking in and out, in and out, in and out, of that very tight space between my legs.
A rush of breath expels from Gage’s lungs, hot against my chest. I’m trembling so. The pressure of Gage’s strokes increase and finally, I hear him shout, “Mine.”
I’m out of control. I cannot move. I can’t touch anything or bite anything. All I can do is feel.
Incoherent, otherworldly sounds come out of my mouth as I hiss and pant through a volatile orgasm. Suddenly, Gage pulls back and rips at the ties at my knees and my ankles, then my hands. We fall to the sofa and finally, I can spread my legs and let him inside.
He lands on top of me, fully impales me with his shaft, and continues to fuck me. I am wet and open, with every sexual nerve ending on edge, and suddenly realize he hasn’t come yet. I let the high of my orgasm lead me into what comes next, as I open my body and let him take me fully.
I roll into a second orgasm as he begins his release.
“Oh, God, Emma…” he groans in my ear. “My Emma, my Emma….”
He stills for a moment, then bucks over me hard and fast and pushes himself up as far inside me as he can get while he comes. A low guttural hum erupts from his throat as he slowly comes down. I wrap my legs around him and hold him there for as long as I can while I finish.
Because I have to savor these moments, while I have them.
Chapter Seventeen
Gage lay in the cradle of Emma’s thighs and buried his face in her hair. Inhaling deep, he wanted to imprint her essence on his brain. For the first time ever, he didn’t want to jerk up and separate from a woman, push her away, and move on to the next thing. Rather, he wanted to burrow in closer and absorb her body into his. He wasn’t sure how long he could lie there until she would be uncomfortable, but he was going to take advantage of the situation for as long as he could.
“Am I hurting you?” he whispered, nuzzling into the notch between her neck and shoulder.
She tightened her legs and arms around him. “No,” she breathed back. “I don’t want you to move.”
His heart pounded in his chest, and it wasn’t because he’d just had a screaming orgasm. Emma was growing on him in ways he didn’t know how to handle. Cole was right, dammit, and he didn’t know what he was going to do about it.
Finally, he pushed back and looked into Emma’s face. Her eyes were closed, her face turned toward the windows. He watched her chest rise and fall with her even breathing. “Hey,” he said, and she turned a sated smile his way. “You were wonderful,” he added.
He desperately wanted her to know how much she pleased him.
She searched his face and said softly, “Did I do everything right?”
He didn’t quite know how to answer that except to say, “Yes, my Emma…” He brushed a lock of hair away from her eye.
“Do I please you, Sir?”
“You please me, immensely.” He learned upward and captured her lips in a tender kiss that, for some odd reason, he didn’t want to deepen. He kissed her softly, and she responded with the same light touch.
“I think I can do this,” she said.
He cocked his head. “Do what?”
“Be your submissive.”
The pounding muscle of Gage’s heart kicked into a gallop. “You are my submissive,” he replied.
Neither said the words unspoken: For two weeks.
Chapter Eighteen
There is a small full bath adjacent to Gage’s office, and we shower together quickly and then dress. While Gage checks his voice mail and flips through email and text messages, I sit and wait patiently, admiring the man who just thoroughly and completely knocked my socks off.
Two days in a row.
I can do this, I think to myself. I can be what he wants.
Gage looks up and smiles, holding up a finger and mouthing “one more minute” while he listens. He jots a few things down on a legal pad and puts the desk phone receiver back in its cradle.
His cell phone rings again. Gage glances to where it sits on the desk. With a scowl, he picks it up, scrolls and reads a message, then lays it back down again.
“All right,” he says, giving me a dangerously sexy smile and his full attention. “Before you head off to your new position, and I take care of a few business items, there are a couple of things we need to discuss.”
“Okay. Such as?”
He glances down at the legal pad. “First, Chad will get you set up in your office and provide you with some guidance. Arlene, Christina’s assistant, has already been informed you are the interim HR Manager. We generally use the interim terminology for any position where someone has been let go, and a new person steps up until the position is technically filled.”
I nod. “That makes sense.”
He continues, “The next item on the agenda is lunch. I have a meeting at Cattleman’s Bank so Chad is going to call something up for you. I’d prefer you stay in today and eat in your office, since this is a busy day.”
I start to smirk a little in protest and then renege. What the heck. It’s free lunch. “That’s fine,” I tell him.
“Great.” He checks that off the list. “Your appointment with Dr. Burrows is at two o’clock this afternoon. I’ll be back to pick you up and take you. Then afterward, we’ll run by your apartment so you can pick up a few things for the night. You are staying with me this evening at my condo.”
I arch a brow. “Oh?”
He nods. “Yes. And I’ve arranged for the rest of your personal items to be moved to my condo tomorrow. Emma, you are staying with me for…the duration.” He turns the legal pad over on his desk.
The duration. “Oh?” I’m not sure what else to say.
He chuckles a bit, then rounds his desk, takes me in his arms and kisses me, softly and possessively, on my lips.
“Oh.” The one word slips out on a breath.
“We have two weeks, Emma. I don’t want to lose a minute of that time.”
My breath catches in my throat; my heart beats wildly in my chest. I have no choice but to concede. After all, I am falling in love with him.
****
Lunch came and went. Chad’s taste in lunch fare is right up my alley—an ahi tuna salad with a light teriyaki dressing and wasabi on the side. Yum. Chad also guides me through some details concerning the new security policy I am to draft, and searches the office area to find a more comfortable desk chair for me.
“I think I could get used to you, Chad.”
I smile and he taps my arm playfully. “I already love you, Ms. Emma.”
Definitely gay, I decide. Interesting how well he and Gage get along. I wonder if there is more to their story—his loyalty to Gage appears boundless.
At twenty minutes until two, Gage graces my office door. Immediately the room is not large enough. It rapidly fills with Gage’s eyes, his cocky demeanor, and his saucy smile as he crosses the threshold. “Are you ready?”
“I am.”
We drive to Dr. Burrows’ office. For a moment, I think Dr. Burrows is going to have to sedate Gage to keep him out of the examining room. Finally, I convince him to leave and then breathe a sigh of relief when the door closes.
“Whew,” I say to Dr. Burrows.
“He’s one riled up young man. He must care a lot for you.”
My eyes widen, I know. “Why do you say that?”
Dr. Burrows looks me straight in the eyes. “I’ll be blunt, Ms. Lavender. I kn
ow why Mr. Parker sends women here for their examinations. It has nothing to do with work, but for personal reasons. It’s not my business, so I do what I’m paid to do, provide him the information he wants, and wait until the next time. In many ways, he’s very smart to make sure his partners are clean and healthy. I can’t find fault with that.
“But never before has he escorted a woman here, let alone give me difficulty in getting him to leave my office. You have one befuddled cowboy on your hands.”
I take a deep breath and blow it out. “Oh.” Damn, why can’t I think of anything else to say?
Dr. Burrows goes on. “He’s enamored. Now, let’s get down to business. Lie back, feet in the stirrups please.”
I do as he says and stare at the ceiling. He’s enamored? Dr. Burrows drones on while readying for the exam.
“Are you on the pill?”
“Yes. Nearly five years.”
“Do you take it regularly?”
“Like clockwork.”
“Good. Be sure to keep doing so. Here’s the speculum.”
I study the pattern of the tiles on the ceiling while the cold instrument invades my body.
“Okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“Ever pregnant?”
“No, sir.”
“Do you have a lot of sexual partners, Ms. Lavender?”
“I’ve had two. Oh. Three.” Wow. Three now.
He probes and something pinches. “That was the cervix. I took a little snip.” He pulls out the speculum and pushes back. “Now, just a quick vaginal exam and then the breasts.”
It’s over in no time. Dr. Burrows tosses his gloves in the can and scribbles a few things on my chart. Then he looks at me. “You’re healthy. Just keep on the pill. We’re going to draw some blood to check for STDs, but I’m certain with your history you are clean.” He dips his head. “Good day, Ms. Lavender. You can get dressed now, and the nurse will assist you with the rest.”
Dr. Burrows opens the door and Gage stumbles inside. I’m holding the tiny paper towel things over my breasts and lap. The doctor shakes his head and lets Gage stay, closing the door behind him.
I roll my eyes. “You are a pill, Mr. Parker.”
“Why? I’m just here to help.”
I slide off the table, taking the damn paper with me. I grab it, tear it off, and toss it into the garbage can with other paper body coverings. “I can get dressed by myself.” I step across the room toward the chair with my folded clothes and behind the partially drawn curtain. I bend to reach for my skirt and feel Gage’s cold hand between my legs.
“Ow!” I jump up and look at him.
He pulls back. “What?”
“Your hand is cold and besides, the nurse is coming back in.” I step into my skirt, pull it up to my waist, and fasten the zipper.
The door swings open. Dr. Burrows’ nurse takes one look at Gage and says, “You need to leave, Mr. Parker!”
“No,” he tells her.
Her eyes widen. She steps forward. “I don’t think you understand. We still have patient business to take care of. You need to wait outside. Besides, that young woman is half-naked!”
“I’m staying. Besides, she’s mine,” he says gruffly.
The nurse looks at me. I shrug and give her a cockeyed smile.
“I’m calling security.”
“Do that,” he says.
She leaves and Gage locks the door. He swings back to me and says, “Hurry. We don’t have much time. Put your sweater on.”
“What?” I can’t believe this is happening. I grab my sweater and pull it over my head. One arm, then the other. My bra is still on the chair.
“On the table. Feet in the stirrups.”
“Again?”
“Do it, Emma!”
He’s not kidding. I jerk the protective paper down to the end and climb back on, positioning my feet. Gage unzips his fly and unleashes his cock. How does that thing stay in his pants?
I have no clue.
He grabs my hips and scoots me closer to the edge. My skirt rides up. He positions himself between the stirrups, rolls on a condom, and shoves his cock inside me.
“Gaw… Dammit. I fucking need this.”
He pumps like a jackrabbit. I press into the stirrups and grip the sides of the table. My nipples feel hot and on fire. I jerk up my shirt and grab my breasts.
“Yes, Emma,” Gage says. “Pinch those tits. Pinch your nipples hard.”
“Yes, Sir.” I squeeze and pinch my nipples, my head rolling back and forth to the side. Gage pounds away at my pussy.
Someone knocks on the door.
“Oh God. Hurry.”
He groans. “Quiet,” he huffs out. “Pinch them, dammit.”
Gage’s gaze is fixed on my hands, and I find the more I pinch and tease my nipples the harder he pumps. Someone shouts behind the door, and then another series of knocking ensues.
Gage grunts, his face contorts and he hisses orgasmic relief between his teeth. Jerking my hips, he plunges once, then twice, hard into me and holds it there, and shudders.
The pounding at the door continues.
Gage pulls back, takes care of the condom by flushing it in the restroom, and tucks his half-flaccid cock into his pants. I sit up on the table and swing my legs around, straightening my clothes. Gage stuffs my bra in my purse. I realize I am probably leaving a sticky mess on the paper. Gage slowly moves to the door and unlocks it.
The nurse bursts in and twirls to face Gage standing by the open door. “That door is to remain unlocked!”
“I was getting dressed,” I tell her. “I locked it.”
She looks at me, and then back to Gage. I’m pretty sure we both look and smell like sex.
“I need to draw some blood,” she says.
I give her my arm. “Feel free.”
Gage stands by the door, watching. I keep my gaze on his face while she pokes me and draws the blood she needs. I know she’s moving as fast as possible to get us out of there. I smile over her shoulder at Gage, and he gives me a lazy, cowboy smile back.
“All finished here,” the nurse says.
Gage looks at me with intent and says, “Not yet.”
****
The remainder of the day is a whirlwind. Since my apartment is on the way back to the hotel, we stop briefly so I can gather my personal items and a change of clothing. Our arrival back to work would have happened more quickly if Gage could keep his dick in his pants—because any time we are alone, he’s grabbing my ass and attempting to impale me with his cock.
I have to admit not wearing panties and knowing he is ever-at-the-ready is an incredible turn-on. My body is constantly on high alert.
In the truck, he fingers me the entire drive from the doctor’s office to my apartment, ordering me to sit up on my knees in the seat, my ass pointing toward him, while looking out the window. We roll down the freeway like that, two and three of his fingers pushing in and out of my pussy, his thumb presses hard against my clit. I climax with my face pressed against the glass while passing a truck driver. My body jerks and convulses; the trucker looks down at me and grins.
I feel a little dirty and a lot sexy.
Gage laughs and tells me how beautiful I look, and then slaps me on my ass telling me to get my seatbelt on.
In the elevator of my apartment building, he pins me against the door and slips his cock up inside me from behind, slowly teasing until we arrive at the sixth floor. We fall out of the opening doors, still connected, and Gage holds me to his body as we hobble our way to my door and tumble inside. We fuck on the floor doggie-style, with the apartment door half cracked open, until my knees ache, and I wonder how many times in a day the man can come.
Crazy-fanfucking-tastic day.
He wasn’t lying when he said he had an incredible, sexual appetite.
By the time we get back to work, I’m feeling the exhaustion. I manage to get through a meeting with my assistant WhatsHerName and draft out the new security proced
ures for the policy manual. Gage shows up at my office door promptly at five o’clock and we head to his condo.
I’d like to say we fucked for hours after we arrived, but that would be far from the truth. Without dinner, we shower together and fall into Gage’s king-sized bed. I sleep soundly in his arms until his alarm goes off at five o’clock the next morning.
Chapter Nineteen
It’s difficult to believe it’s Friday again. This week seems ages long on one hand, and then on the other has steamrolled by. It is the end of my first week with Gage, living in his condo, and working side-by-side him at corporate. At times, I am amazed I am having this experience, although I am fully aware this is not forever. Keeping that fact squarely in my head is difficult. I try hard not to entertain thoughts of anything past today, because Gage has set the parameters, and it is perfectly clear what we are sharing right now is only for right now.
Of course, my heart dances around that notion. Leaving Gage will be difficult. I love him but know a relationship is impossible. With him, this is all I will ever have. I’ve even come to like Billings, somewhat. However, I’ll go back to Charlotte a different woman, to be sure. A stronger woman. And yes, a more sexually fulfilled woman. I can only move forward from here.
The sex, by the way, is incredible and unending. We fuck like bunnies day and night. At the condo, in his office, wherever Gage can find a moment to lift my skirt and take me, he will. And other than Gage ordering me to do what he wants, and me complying, the BDSM acts have been extremely light. I’ve found it relatively easy to be submissive to him. In fact, I believe I prefer sex to be this way. I don’t have to make choices, and I don’t have to think. I never liked being the aggressor anyway, and being submissive gives me an out. I willingly do what I am told.
But I sense Gage is ready to up the ante. I know the kind of sex we are having will not satisfy him for long. He needs more. And from the looks of the gift I just discovered on my office chair, he’s ready to get started.
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