by Day, Sylvia
Dressed in distressed jeans, matching vest, and a long-sleeved shirt, the aspiring veterinarian looked casual but wel put together. He was very different personality-wise from the type of guy Cary usual y dated. Trey seemed more grounded; not quite somber, but definitely not flighty. I thought he’d be a good influence on Cary, if they stayed together long enough.
The three of us made it through two bottles of Cristal and two pizzas between us, plus al of Demolition Man before I cal ed it a night. I urged Trey to stay for Driven to round out the Stal one mini-marathon; then I went to my room and changed into a sexy black baby dol I’d been given as part of a bridesmaid gift bag—sans the matching panties.
Leaving a candle burning for Gideon, I crashed.
I woke to darkness and the scent of Gideon’s skin, the lights and sounds of the city shut out by soundproofed windows and blackout drapes.
Gideon slid over me, a moving shadow, his bare skin cool to the touch. His mouth slanted over mine, kissing me slow and deeply, tasting of mint and his own unique flavor. My hands slid down his sleekly muscular back, my legs parting so he could settle comfortably between them. The weight of him against me made my heart sigh and my blood warm with desire.
“Wel , hel o to you, too,” I said breathlessly when he let me up for air.
“You’l come with me next time,” he murmured in that sexy and decadent voice, nibbling at my throat.
“Wil I?” I teased.
He reached down and cupped my butt in his hand, squeezing and lifting me into a deft rol of his hips.
“Yes. I missed you, Eva.”
I ran my fingers through his hair, wishing I could see him. “You haven’t known me long enough to miss me.”
“Shows how much you know,” Gideon scoffed, sliding downward and nuzzling between my breasts.
I gasped as his mouth covered my nipple and sucked through the satin, deep pul s that echoed in the clenching of my core. He moved to my other breast, his hand pushing up the hem of my baby dol . I arched into him, lost to the magic of his mouth as it moved over my body, his tongue dipping into my navel, then sliding lower.
“And you missed me, too,” he purred with masculine satisfaction, the tip of his middle finger rimming my cleft. “You’re swol en and wet for me.” He pul ed my legs over his shoulders and licked between my folds, soft and provocative laps of hot velvet against my sensitive flesh. My hands fisted in the sheet, my chest heaving as he circled my clit with the tip of his tongue, then nudged the hypersensitive knot of nerves. I keened, my hips moving restlessly into the devious torment, my muscles tightening with the clawing need to come.
The light, teasing flutters were driving me insane, giving me just enough to make me writhe but not enough to get me off. “Gideon, please.”
“Not yet.”
He tortured me, coaxing my body to the brink of orgasm, and then letting me slide back down. Over and over. Until sweat misted my skin and my heart felt like it would burst. His tongue was tireless and diabolical, cleverly focusing on my clit until a single stroke would set me off, then moving lower to thrust into me. The soft, shal ow plunges were maddening, the flickering against the nerve-laden tissues making me desperate enough to beg shamelessly.
“Please, Gideon…let me come…I need to come, please.”
“Shh, angel…I’l take care of you.”
He finished me with a tenderness that made the orgasm rol through me like a crashing wave, building and swel ing and spreading through me in a warm rush of pleasure.
He threaded his fingers with mine when he came over me again, restraining my arms. The head of his cock aligned with the slick entrance of my body and he pushed inexorably into me. I moaned, shifting to accommodate the heavy surge of his penis.
Gideon’s breath gusted hard and humid against my throat, his big frame trembling as he slid careful y inside me. “You’re so soft and warm. Mine, Eva. You’re mine.”
I wrapped my legs around his hips, welcoming him deeper, feeling his buttocks flex and release against my calves as he demonstrated to my body that it would indeed take his thick length al the way to the root.
With our hands linked, he took my mouth and began to move, gliding in and out with languid skil , the tempo precise and relentless yet smooth and easy. I felt every rock-hard inch of him, felt the unmistakable reiteration that every inch of me was his to possess. He drove the message home repeatedly until I was gasping against his mouth, thrashing restlessly beneath him, my hands bloodless from the strength of my grip on his.
He spoke heated praise and encouragement, tel ing me how beautiful I was…how perfect I felt to him…how he’d never stop…couldn’t stop. I came with a sharp cry of relief, vibrating with the ecstasy of it, and he was right there with me. His pace quickened for several slamming thrusts; then he climaxed with a hiss of my name, spil ing into me.
I sank lax into the mattress, sweaty and boneless and replete.
“I’m not done,” he whispered darkly, adjusting his knees to increase the force of his thrusts. The pace remained expertly measured, each plunge staking a claim— your body exists to serve me.
Biting my lip, I fought back the sounds of helpless pleasure that might’ve broken the tranquility of the night…and betrayed the frightening depths of emotion I was beginning to feel for Gideon Cross.
Gideon found me in the shower the next morning. He strode into the master bath gloriously nude, moving with that sleek confident grace I’d admired from the beginning. His hair framed his face and shoulders in a sexy disheveled mane, a look that screamed a woman had clenched the rough black silk in greedy hands.
Watching the flexing of his muscles as he moved, I didn’t even pretend not to stare at the magnificent package between his legs.
Despite the heat of the water, my nipples beaded tight and goose bumps raced across my skin.
His knowing smile as he joined me told me he knew exactly what kind of effect he had on me. I retaliated by running soapy hands al over his godlike body; then sitting on the bench and sucking him off with such enthusiasm he had to support himself with both palms pressed flat against the tile.
His raw, raspy instructions echoed in my mind the entire time I dressed for work, which I did quickly—
before he had a chance to finish his shower and fuck the hel out of me as he’d threatened to just before spurting fiercely down my throat.
He’d had no nightmares during the night. Sex as a sedative seemed to be working, and I was extremely grateful for that.
“I hope you don’t think you’ve gotten away,” he said when he prowled after me into the kitchen.
Immaculately dressed in a black pinstriped suit, he accepted the cup of coffee I handed him and gave me a look that promised al sorts of wicked things. I saw him in his supremely civilized attire and thought of the insatiable male who’d slipped into my bed during the night. My blood quickened. I was sore, my muscles thrumming with remembered pleasure, and I was stil thinking about more.
“Keep looking at me like that,” he warned, leaning casual y into the counter and sipping his coffee. “See what happens.”
“I’m going to lose my job over you.”
“I’d give you another one.”
I snorted. “As what? Your sex slave?”
“What a provocative suggestion. Let’s discuss.”
“Fiend,” I muttered, rinsing out my mug in the sink and putting it in the dishwasher. “Ready? For work?” He finished his coffee and I held out my hand for his mug, but he bypassed me and rinsed it out himself.
Another mortal task that made him seem accessible, less of a fantasy I’d never have a chance of holding on to.
He faced me. “I want to take you out to dinner tonight, and then take you home to my bed.”
“I don’t want you to burn out on me, Gideon.” He was a man used to being alone, a man who hadn’t had a meaningful physical relationship in a long time, if ever.
How long before his flight instincts kicked in? Besides, we re
al y needed to stay out of the public eye as a couple…
“Don’t make excuses.” His features hardened. “You don’t get to decide I can’t do this.”
I kicked myself for offending him. He was trying and I needed to make sure he got credit for that, not discouragement. “That’s not what I meant. I just don’t want to crowd you. Plus we stil need to—”
“Eva.” He sighed, the hard tension leaving him with that frustrated exhalation. “You have to trust me. I’m trusting you. I’ve had to or we wouldn’t be here now.” Okay. I nodded, swal owing hard. “Dinner and your place it is, then. I honestly can’t wait.” Gideon’s words about trust lingered in my mind al morning, which was a good thing when the Google alert digest hit my inbox.
There was more than one photo this time around.
Each article and blog post had several shots of me and Cary hugging good-bye outside the restaurant where we’d had lunch the day before. The captions speculated on the nature of our relationship and some noted that we lived together. Others suggested I was reeling in “bil ionaire playboy Cross” while keeping my up-and-coming model boyfriend on the side.
The reason for the publicity became apparent when I saw the picture of Gideon mingled with the ones of me and Cary. It had been taken last night, while I was watching movies with Cary and Trey—and while Gideon was supposedly at a business dinner. In the photo, Gideon and Magdalene Perez smiled intimately at each other, her hand on his forearm as they stood outside a restaurant. The captions ranged between kudos for Gideon’s “bevy of beautiful socialites” to speculation that he was hiding a broken heart over my infidelity by dating other women.
You have to trust me.
I closed my inbox, my breathing too quick and my heartbeat too fast. Jealous confusion twisted my gut. I knew he couldn’t possibly have been physical y intimate with another woman and I knew he cared for me. But I hated Magdalene with a passion—certainly she’d given me good reason to during our bathroom chat—and I couldn’t stand seeing her with Gideon.
Couldn’t stand seeing him smiling so fondly at her, especial y after the way she’d treated me.
But I put it away. I shoved it into a box in my mind and I focused on my job. Mark was meeting with Gideon tomorrow to go over the RFP for the Kingsman campaign and I was organizing the information flowing between Mark and the contributing departments.
“Hey, Eva.” Mark poked his head out of his office.
“Steve and I are meeting at Bryant Park Gril for lunch.
He asked if you’d come. He’d like to see you again.”
“I’d love to.” My whole afternoon brightened at the thought of enjoying lunch at one of my favorite restaurants with two real y charming guys. They’d distract me from thinking about the conversation I was hours away from having with Gideon about my past.
My privacy was clearly gone. I would have to grow a set of bal s and talk to Gideon before we went out to dinner. Before he was seen in public with me any further. He needed to know the risk he was taking by being associated with me.
When I received an interoffice envelope a short while later, I assumed it was a smal mock-up of one of the Kingsman ads, but found a note card from Gideon instead.
Noon. My office.
“Real y?” I muttered, irritated by the lack of salutation and closing. Not to mention the lack of a request. And who could forget the fact that Gideon hadn’t even mentioned running into Magdalene at dinner?
Had he invited her as his date in my stead? That’s what she was there for, after al . To be one of the women he socialized with outside of his hotel room.
I flipped Gideon’s card over and wrote the same number of words with no signature:
Sorry. Have plans.
A bratty reply, but he deserved it. When a quarter to noon rol ed around, Mark and I headed down to the ground floor. When I was stopped by security and the guard cal ed up to Gideon to tel him I was in the lobby, my irritation kicked into a temper.
“Let’s go,” I said to Mark, striding toward the revolving door and ignoring the pleas of the security guard to wait a moment. I felt bad putting him in the middle.
I saw Angus and the Bentley at the curb at the same moment I heard Gideon snap out my name like a whipcrack behind me. I faced him as he joined us on the sidewalk with his face impassive and his gaze icy.
“I’m going to lunch with my boss,” I told him, my chin lifting.
“Where are you headed, Garrity?” Gideon asked without taking his eyes off me.
“Bryant Park Gril .”
“I’l see that she gets there.” With that, he took my arm and steered me firmly toward the Bentley and the rear door that Angus held open for me. Gideon crowded in behind me, forcing me to scramble across the seat. The door shut and we were off.
I yanked the skirt of my sheath dress back into place. “What are you doing? Besides embarrassing me in front of my boss!”
He draped one arm over the back of the seat and leaned toward me. “Is Cary in love with you?”
“What? No!”
“Have you fucked him?”
“Have you lost your mind?” Mortified, I shot a glance at Angus and found him acting like he was deaf.
“Screw you, bil ionaire playboy with your bevy of beautiful socialites.”
“So you did see the photos.”
I was so mad I was panting. The nerve. I turned my head away, dismissing him and his idiotic accusations. “Cary’s like a brother to me. You know that.”
“Ah, but what are you to him? The photos were amazingly clear, Eva. I know love when I see it.” Angus slowed for a herd of pedestrians crossing the street. I shoved the door open and looked at Gideon over my shoulder, letting him take a good look at my face. “Obviously, you don’t.”
I slammed the door shut and set off briskly, righteous in my anger. I’d fought back my own questions and jealousy with herculean effort, and what did I get for it? An irrational y pissed-off Gideon.
“Eva. Stop right there.”
I flipped him the bird over my shoulder and raced up the short steps into Bryant Park, a lushly green and tranquil oasis in the midst of the city. Just crossing up and over from the sidewalk was like being transported to a completely different realm. Dwarfed by the towering skyscrapers surrounding it, Bryant Park was a garden land behind a beautiful old library. A place where time slowed, children laughed over the innocent joy of a carousel ride, and books were treasured companions.
Unfortunately for me, the gorgeous ogre from one world chased me into the other. Gideon caught me by the waist.
“Don’t run,” he hissed in my ear.
“You’re acting like a nut job.”
“Maybe because you drive me fucking crazy.” His arms tightened into steel bands. “You’re mine. Tel me Cary knows that.”
“Right. Like Magdalene knows you’re mine.” I wished he had something near my mouth that I could bite. “You’re causing a scene.”
“We could’ve done this in my office, if you weren’t so damned stubborn.”
“I had plans, asshat. And you’re fucking them up for me.” My voice broke, tears wel ing as I felt the number of eyes on us. I was going to get fired for being an embarrassing
spectacle.
“You’re
fucking
up
everything.”
Gideon instantly released me, turning me to face him. His grip on my shoulders ensured I stil couldn’t get away.
“Christ.” He crushed me against him, his lips in my hair. “Don’t cry. I’m sorry.”
I beat my fist against his chest, which was as effectual as hitting a rock wal . “What’s wrong with you?
You can go out with a catty bitch who cal s me a whore and thinks she’s going to marry you, but I can’t have lunch with a dear friend who’s been pul ing for you from the beginning?”
“Eva.” He cupped the back of my head with one hand and pressed his cheek to my temple. “Maggie just happened to be at the sam
e restaurant where I had dinner with my business associates.”
“I don’t care. You want to talk about a look on someone’s face. The look on yours…How could you look at her like that after what she said to me?”
“Angel…” His lips moved ardently over my face.
“That look was for you. Maggie caught me outside and I told her I was heading home to you. I can’t help how I look when I’m thinking about us being alone together.”
“And you expect me to believe she smiled about that?”
“She told me to tel you hel o, but I figured that wouldn’t go over wel , and there was no way I was ruining our night over her.”
My arms slid around his waist beneath his jacket.
“We need to talk. Tonight, Gideon. There are things I have to tel you. If a reporter looks in the right place and gets lucky…We have to keep our relationship private or end it. Either would be better for you.” Gideon cupped my face and pressed his forehead to mine. “Neither is an option. Whatever it is, we’l figure it out.”
I pushed up onto my toes and pressed my mouth to his. Our tongues stroked and dipped, the kiss wildly passionate. I was vaguely aware of the multitude of people mil ing around us, the buzz of numerous conversations, and the steady rumble of the ceaseless midtown traffic, but none of it mattered while I was sheltered by Gideon. Cherished by him. He was both tormentor and pleasurer, a man whose mood swings and volatile passions rivaled my own.
“There,” he whispered, running his fingertips down my cheek. “Let that go viral.”
“You’re not listening to me, you crazy stubborn man.
I have to go.”
“We’l ride home together after work.” He backed away, holding my hand until distance pul ed our fingers apart.
When I turned toward the ivy-draped restaurant, I saw Mark and Steven waiting for me by the entrance.
They made such a pair with Mark in his suit and tie, and Steven in his worn jeans and boots.
Steven stood with his hands in his pockets and big grin on his attractive face. “I feel like I should applaud.
That was better than watching a chick flick.” My face heated and I shifted on my feet.