“Touch me, I'm begging you,” she pleaded, pressing her thighs together in an attempt to gain some semblance of friction in the spot that she craved it most. David wasn't about to let that stand, as he slipped a leg between hers and pried them apart, clucking his tongue at her all the while.
“So eager to be touched that you can't wait for me? I'm hurt,” he said mockingly, a playful grin tugging at his lips.
He took in her heightened state of arousal, and found that he didn't have it in him to tease her much more than he already had. That's not to say that he wasn't going to tease her at all, but he felt that it would almost be considered cruelty to leave her in such a state without any satisfaction. She arched her back with a gasp when his large hands smoothed themselves over her skin as he left a trail of open mouthed kisses along her middle on his way up. When his hands had found their way to her ample breasts, she groaned at the way that they cupped them so perfectly, and the way that he kneaded the supple flesh made her tremble with need for him.
He relished in watching the way that her throat bobbed when she swallowed as she felt him lean closer to her, his breath brushed against the valley of her bosom, her nipples pebbling tighter from the attention, and she sucked in a breath in anticipation of what he might do to her next.
He finally shimmied out of his pants and kicked them off of his legs with no real care as to where they wound up after that. His breath caught in his throat when she rolled her hips up to meet his, their bare sexes grinding against one another. He felt her nectar slick his hardened length, and he let out a low groan in pleasure from it. He grinned at her as he lowered himself again.
“I'm going to make you feel so good,” he promised as he ground his hips against hers again.
“Ah, please, please!” she said in a whimper when he let his hands drift to her hips. He gave them a rough squeeze as he lined himself up at her entrance once his cock was thoroughly coated with her essence. He avoided slipping into her when she moved her hips to welcome him, and decided that he wasn't quite ready to seal the deal just yet.
“Mmm, I don’t think you’re quite ready yet,” he moaned against her lips as his hands slowly swept down her body, pausing on her hips before trailing down to her thighs. She must have known what was coming, as she relaxed her thighs and spread them wider for him. He slid his fingers inside of her, the pad of his thumb circling her clit in a rhythmic pattern. She arched her back from the stimulation, and he thoroughly enjoyed watching her tumble closer and closer to her release.
He watched her steadily building to the edge, her climax imminent. She squeezed her eyes shut and let her head fall back against the pillows on the bed. She rocked her hips in time with his fingers in an attempt to help him find that one bundle of nerves inside of her that would send her over the edge. She was almost sobbing by the time he stopped teasing and stroked her channel firmly, causing her to clench down on his fingers in ecstasy.
He crawled back on top of her and pressed his mouth to hers, tangling their tongues in a battle for dominance. He always wondered why she bothered fighting him for that, when he was always the one that came out on top in the end, but enjoyed the little excursion every time all the same.
“Still want my cock inside you?” he asked in a low voice. She whimpered.
“Yes, yes, please,” she cried out when he teased her with his cock, the shaft of it slipping between them as he slowly thrust his hips against hers, not entering her, but slicking his cock with her juices, coating it to lubricate it for easier penetration. She wriggled her hips to try and get him to enter her before he was finished with what he was doing, but he was having none of it, following the movements of her hips with his as he continued to coat his manhood with her juice to ready himself for her. He held her hips down when she continued to try and get him to enter her before he was ready to, and he leaned forward and nipped her neck as a punishment. She cried out from the stimulation, and he licked the spot he just bit to soothe it. There would no doubt be a mark left behind because of it, but the idea that everyone would see that mark and know that she was his certainly appealed to him.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he said, and she could feel the grin on his face against hers without her having to see it. “I need to make sure that you and I are good and ready for this,” he said as he slid the tip of his length inside of her, thrusting it shallowly in and out of her without seating his shaft inside of her. She keened with the want of him to just fill her with his cock and end the torment of his teasing ways, but he wanted to draw this out for as long as he could.
Finally, when he was sure that she couldn't take any more of his teasing and was almost delirious with desire, he angled his hips, thrusting into her hot, wet folds. With a twist of his hips, his cock was fully immersed in her. He let out a groan at the way that her inner walls wrapped around him tightly, and it was all he could do to rock his hips and ride out the waves of pleasure that crested over him. Barely into their love making and he could feel that her next orgasm was building in the way that she rocked her hips against his, sheathing him fully and encouraging him to move inside of her. “Angela,” he huffed her name against her skin as he moved, rhythmically pounding his hips, building the tension within their bodies. He shifted in just the right way that his shaft rubbed her clitoris and that it was all that it took before she was coming apart again. The clenching of her orgasm was too much for him, and he followed soon after, and pulsed his hot seed into her until there was nothing left.
* * * *
They collapsed side by side on his bed, breathless and panting as best they could to gulp in the air that they so desperately needed. Beyond their heavy breathing, they were silent, and the room felt strangely somber for it, in a way that left Angela feeling hollow in spite of being filled to the brim with David only moments ago. As she slowly regained her senses, her mind drifted back to the events of the day leaving her thoughts in a jumble.
On the one hand, it was undeniable that what had been happening with the two women that were attacked was related, and probably done by the same person. It was hard to deny that it was likely that these attacks had something to do with David, be it his own personal involvement, or someone trying to get to him in some way. Angela wasn't sure which was the more likely scenario, as they both had some evidence, at least in her mind – there was the mysterious phone call that took place when she was still interviewing him that wasn't long after the murder of his personal assistant, something that she never did find out more about.
Then again, David had many enemies in the business world, and it was easy to think that one of them would be wicked enough to try and get to him in such a way that others around him would suffer just to get their point across. She sighed and did her best to put it all out of her mind, knowing that until she could do some digging of her own, letting her speculations run rampant would do her no good. Besides, this was supposed to be her weekend with David to just enjoy one another.
“Well, now I'm starving,” he said with a chuckle. “We never did get to eat, did we?”
She laughed and shook her head, only just realizing that her stomach was grumbling, too.
“It's not too late out just yet, I'll get started cooking – I just stuck everything back in the fridge before we left, so nothing has to really thaw, thankfully.” He stood, heading over to the kitchen area and pulling out the ingredients that he had prepared before they went to the hospital.
“I'm hungry, too, I have to admit,” she said with a smile as she rose from the bed and made her way to stand beside him and watch him work. She was curious if he actually knew how to cook, and if he always prepared his own meals, or had someone else do it for him.
As it turned out, he knew how to cook quite well, and took great enjoyment from it, she learned as she watched him as he worked. He whistled merrily as he seared some steaks and boiled some potatoes for them to enjoy once they were done. She sipped at some water while she watched him work his magic on the food. They chatted amicably all t
he while, and it wasn't long before he was plating a delicious smelling dinner for them to eat.
“It's a special occasion tonight, as it's your first night spent here, so let's enjoy some wine with dinner, yeah?” he said as he pulled out a sweet red strawberry wine that he had stored in a cabinet. She smiled and nodded, happily tasting her food as he uncorked the bottle of wine and pouring them two glasses to drink.
As it turned out, the wine was refreshingly sweet without being overly saccharine, and the steak practically melted in her mouth and was bursting with flavor, perfectly complimenting the smooth, buttery potatoes. Their conversation was minimal, as they both tucked into their meal with gusto, being positively famished from not eating all day. When their meal was done, they cleaned up their plates and took their glasses of wine, along with the bottle, over to the bed, where they curled up beside each other and talked over the remainder of the wine until the wee hours of the morning, when David shut the curtains on all of the windows and they fell asleep half drunk and entirely content with one another. In spite of all of the questions that still plagued her mind, Angela was able to fall asleep content and wrapped up in David's arms.
* * * *
With morning, Angela found herself awake surprisingly early in spite of the fact that she didn't have an alarm set, as she was off of work, something that irritated her to no end. She turned over, and found that David was still asleep beside her, snoring gently. She smiled as she watched him sleep, an abnormally peaceful expression on his usually focused face. Part of her wanted to run her fingers through his hair, but she refrained from doing so, fearful of waking him. She wondered how often he got a good night's sleep, and hoped that he was sleeping soundly.
She slipped out of bed as quietly as she could, tip toeing over to the kitchen area to get herself some water. Rummaging around, she found that he did, in fact, keep tea stocked in his cabinets, something that she was eternally grateful for. Heating up some water over the stove, she set a tea bag into a mug that she found and waited until the water began to boil to shut the stove off and carefully pour herself a mug. Leaving the tea to steep, she walked over to one of the windows, parting the curtains to peek out at the sleepy cityscape below. There were a few cars here and there streaking along the roads below, but the city was otherwise still blanketed in quiet.
She turned toward the bed when she heard David stir. He opened his eyes, lazily scanning the room for her when he realized that she wasn't in bed with him. A sleepy smile spread across his face, when he spotted her, tinged with that sexy charm that she liked so much about him as he beckoned her to come back to the bed. With a smile, she did as he silently asked of her, squeaking in surprise when he looped his arms around her and pulled her back onto the bed – or more specifically, onto him.
“Mmm,” he moaned happily, his tongue lapping lazily at her collar bone. “Morning,” he greeted finally with a nip to her neck with his teeth. “It's still morning, right?”
“Yeah,” she said softly, relishing in the attention he was lavishing upon her.
“Good,” he grinned up at her boyishly. “I was worried I'd slept in,” he kissed her softly, his mouth gentle before he deepened the kiss. Just as things were about to heat up between them, his phone went off on the bedside table. He groaned as he parted from her, his head flopping back into the pillows. “Sorry, it's work.” She nodded as he reached over and plucked his phone from its spot and answered the phone, putting it on speaker.
“Mr. Westley?” Came the voice on the other end – Linda, from the sound of it.
“Is this terribly important, Linda? You know it's my day off,” he said, using his fingers to trace patterns on Angela's skin.
“I'm afraid so, sir,” she said in a worried tone. “The police are here in the office, asking to see you. I wasn't sure if you were in the building doing some work, or at home, or-”
“The police?” His fingers stopped their movements abruptly as he sat up. “What do the police want with me?”
“I don't know, sir,” Linda said, clearly panicking at this point. “But they want to talk to you right now!” Angela watched as he swallowed heavily.
“Tell them I'll be right down in the lobby to meet them,” he said. Angela couldn't be sure, but she thought she heard Linda breathe a soft sigh of relief.
“I'll tell them right away, sir! Thank you!” With that, the call was ended. Angela rolled off of him to lie on the bed as he stood and made his way over to the wardrobe beside the bed. He began to change into a business suit briskly, his movements hurried and practiced.
“Do you think this is about what happened to Martha?” Angela found herself asking hesitantly.
He turned to look at her as he finished buttoning up his shirt, his expression somber.
“I have no doubt that it is. I don't know what they could want with me, or what help I could be to them, but it's better to be open with them.” He leaned down and kissed her as he grabbed his jacket. “I'll have one of my drivers take you home. I have a feeling that this is more than just a friendly visit from the police.” Fear rose in her throat like bile, but she merely swallowed and nodded before rising to get dressed herself as he called his driver to explain the situation. He was kind enough to wait for her to finish dressing and grab her bag, then went to the elevator with her so that they could walk out together.
Though the elevator ride was relatively short, it seemed to drag on for Angela. Perhaps that was because she was fearful for David, and to some lesser degree, herself, but it seemed to take twice as long for them to get to the lobby. The doors parted to reveal Linda talking to the two police detectives that were standing beside the receptionist's desk. Angela swallowed thickly as she took in the two men's appearances.
Perhaps it was because they were the police, but they seemed to loom over her as she neared them, and even though she had nothing to do with anything that they wanted, and effectively ignored her because of it, she felt strangely guilty as she walked past them. David walked up to them and greeted them, but what was said after that, Angela couldn't be sure, as she continued on her way to the car that was waiting for her outside.
The car ride home was surprisingly numbing to her, and by the time the driver dropped her off in front of her house, she wasn't even sure what to feel. Walking into her home and automatically heading into the kitchen to make herself some tea, she found that she was just going through the motions, finding a way to cope.
Until now, she had been able to try and put everything out of her mind, but now that David was being questioned, there was no denying that there was a real possibility that he had something to do with what happened, and the thought made her ill.
“Angela? You're home already?” She heard Kaitlyn from the living room as she waited for the kettle to boil for her tea.
“Yeah,” she called as her roommate walked into the kitchen to join her.
“Hey,” Kaitlyn frowned, touching her arm lightly. “You look really down. Is everything okay?”
Maybe it was the way that Kaitlyn asked her, or maybe it had something to do with the fact that she was too emotionally drained to pretend to be okay anymore, but the simple question was enough to make her burst into tears. Kaitlyn wasted no time in gathering her in a friendly, supportive hug as she cried out her frustrations, her fears, and her sorrow, and was kind enough not to press her for information until she was ready.
It took a few moments of feeling sorry for herself and crying openly into her friend's arms, but eventually, her sobs quieted, and all that was left was her emotional fatigue. She pulled away from Kaitlyn and dried her eyes as best she could, pouring some water into her tea cup and letting it steep to turn into her liquid comfort.
“What's going on, Ange?” Kaitlyn asked softly, a hand coming up to soothingly rub her back.
Angela sniffled, and decided that it would be best to start from the beginning.
“You know about the fact that I'm David's personal assistant,” she started. Kaitlyn nodded
, silently letting her continue. “That's because his original assistant was murdered, and he needed someone to take her place.”
“I think I remember something about that,” Kaitlyn muttered to herself before shaking her head and continuing to listen. “Please, go on.”
“I always wondered what happened to the assistant that came before me. I heard him on a phone call saying something about something that he didn't want anyone to find out about, and that it would be discussed in the next meeting. I didn't think too much on it, but then, last night, our secretary, Martha was attacked.”
“Did she...?” Kaitlyn let the question hang in the air. Angela picked up her mug and began to sip from it delicately.
“She's alive, thank goodness. But she was severely injured from the attack, and she'll be out of work for a while.” She frowned. “I think the two incidents were related.”
“It would make sense that they were,” Kaitlyn supplied with a nod.
“I've wondered if David had anything to do with the murder, and now the attack on Martha. I had nothing to go off of but my own personal worry, but today, the police came to the office building, asking for David.” Setting her tea mug down for a moment, she folded her arms in front of her with a frown. “It's nothing concrete, and it's not as though I can just accuse him of being involved with the murder and the attack, but with the police questioning him now...”
“You feel like there's some credence to your worries,” Kaitlyn finished for her. She nodded and picked up her tea mug to sip at some more. “Well, that's to be expected, I suppose, given what's happened lately.” She frowned as she pondered, and Angela wondered what was going through her head. “What do you want to do about it?” she asked suddenly.
“What do you mean?” Angela frowned, unsure of what she was getting at.
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