by ANDREA SMITH
He moved his knee higher to where it was now resting against my pussy. His mouth was nuzzling the side of my neck.
“Move,” he whispered roughly.
My breaths were getting a little faster. “Wh-what?” I tried to concentrate on his request, but his tongue was now licking my pulse.
He moved his knee even higher against me, making me let out an audible moan at the contact.
“Move,” he said again, nipping at my earlobe, the words no longer a request as they ribboned into an order. “Move your wet pussy against me, Darcy,” he clarified harshly.
Holy shit.
I raised my hips, and hesitantly brought them back down, feeling the friction it caused between our clothes. I repeated the action, this time rubbing up harder against his thigh.
“Mmmm...” I mewled when he moved, pressing his knee right over my clit. My hips followed the action, and soon I began panting as we set a rhythm.
He bit down on my right nipple, soothing the abraded skin with his tongue.
My rhythm became more frantic, as I was reaching for the edge of a shallow climax.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Easton asked after a sharp pull of his teeth.
“I can’t...” my words stumbled. “Easton... I need...more...”
I felt his body swiftly leave mine. Opening my eyes, I saw and felt his hands on the button of my loose shorts. Quickly moving the fabric down my legs, he dropped the shorts onto the floor.
“Here,” he said softly, bringing his mouth to where my panties were probably drenched by now. I felt his warm breath through the cotton before he took the wet fabric into his month. His eyes were on mine as he sucked on the dampness.
“Jesus,” He said, letting it go, and bringing my panties down my legs. “I’ll never forget how sweet you taste.”
Before I could register his words, his hands were back on my hips and were picking me up and turning me over to where I was now laying on my stomach. They stayed on my hips as he slid me down to where my legs were now hanging over the arm of the couch.
Without any sort of preamble, his mouth was once-again on my pussy, sucking as his hands ran down my back before gripping my ass.
“Fuck, love” he hummed. “You’re so fucking wet for me. Always for me,” he lapped his tongue through my folds from bottom to top. “Just for me.” He tightened his grip, flexing his fingers hard on my cheeks as he took his tongue as far as it could go into my pussy.
My hips started moving against the arm of the couch, stimulating my clit, and trying to get Easton's tongue to move deeper.
He began to slow his tongue, moving one hand around to my stomach, drifting lower to where it was now settling right above where I needed it. His tongue stopped completely.
I let out a frustrated moan as Easton asked in his low, sexy voice, "Where do you want this hand, Darcy?" I felt his fingers flex below me.
"Tell me," he whispered savagely against the small of my back.
"On my pussy," I gave him a flustered reply against the couch cushions, trying to subtly shimmy my hips to get his hand to move a little further south.
He obliged what felt like a friggin’ millimeter down. I heard his soft laugh. His other hand was rubbing up my back. “It’s already on your pussy, love.”
I felt a finger lightly rub my clit before disappearing. “That’s your clit, love. Right on top of that sweet cunt of yours.” Another light flicker of his finger. “Is that where you want it?”
“Yes.” I was panting now, I could feel a light sheen of sweat begin to ignite my skin. “Please, Easton... Fuck. I need you to rub my clit. Please,” I groaned desperately.
He answered me by rolling the delicate flesh between two fingers. Another pair of fingers began thrusting relentlessly into my pussy.
The orgasm was building too fast now... too hard.
“Easton!” I was being electrified, my nerves humming with fire, my back bowing up in the intensity. For a minute, I lived in heaven. My hands curled up into fists, but not wanting to fight the stretches of lightning that reached to them.
Never in my life had I felt amazingly satisfied, so deliciously depleted. And the entire time, Easton was showing me that he was the only one who could bring me there.
He was quietly ruining me, wrecking me, shattering me on a low pulse for any other man. He owned me, and I was happily being captured.
I felt his hands move my hair to the side as he placed the softest kiss on the back of my neck, letting my skin keep it.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, right before lightly turning me over, and gently picking me up to cradle me as he carried me into his—our—bedroom suite.
He carefully set me down onto the soft mattress. I loved how he did that; handled me physically like I was made out of glass... but still took me to physical limits, knowing that I wouldn’t break.
He unfastened his pants slowly, making a modest show of it, because he knew that I loved to watch. Through thoroughly sated eyes, I watched as Easton brought his pants down to the floor, followed by his boxers, letting me see how hard his cock was and silently letting me know that I was the cause of that.
Slightly dipping the mattress, his body hovered over the length of mine. He placed his weight on his forearms as he gazed at my face in that memorizing way he'd done earlier. Skin to skin, I let him. I didn’t know why he was looking at me like that, but I loved the feel of it, knowing that I was being cherished to a level that I didn’t yet understand.
Once again, he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “I love your hair,” he whispered into the late afternoon. His eyes were looking straight into mine now, as his fingers brushed my lower lip. “I love your smile.” I rewarded him with one, kissing his fingers in the process.
God, listening to his low words was amazing.
“I love your strength. And how you’re never able to stop yourself from voicing your opinions, because I love your words.” He quietly continued as his fingers swept lightly over my nipples, making their feather touches to my ribs.
“I love the way you scrunch up your nose like this,” he said, making a ridiculous scrunched-up face that made me let out a series of giggles, “when you’re trying to hold something back.”
“And Jesus, love...” He brought his forehead down to mine, as his hand was now drawing idle stars on the skin between my hip bones. “I love your laugh. If I could,” I felt his body draw back, and I breathed in the feeling of feminine content as I felt his cock tease the opening where I wanted him, “I’d make sure you’d always be laughing. And making sure that your smile was never far behind.”
Is he about to tell me...?
He rotated his hips, his piercing teasing over my clit.
“Easton...” all thoughts from before were scattered across the room as I felt him tease my slick entrance.
His lips skated over my forehead. “I hope that you’ll always be happy, Darcy,” he whispered right as he entered me on one full thrust.
“Oh...” I moaned, raising my hips. He kept the pace slow, pulling back, and re-entering me in single thrusts. He was done teasing me, but the sensations that became crumbled shards of sensation through my body kept me biting my lip, chasing the release.
“Faster, Easton,” I told him before he brought his lips back to mine.
He kept his pace. “No, love,” he pulled back. “Just feel it.” He calmed me, “Let it come to you.”
“Mmmm,” was my response as his lips traveled to my breasts. He didn’t suck hard this time, instead went with a gentle pulling that left my flesh with just his lips.
I felt it building, my muscles beginning to shake as Easton kept his measured momentum. My nerves were beginning to fray at the ends, my brows pulling together at the delicious torture.
“Please…” staggered from my lips, almost soundless.
He changed the angle, lifting my knees, so his piercing was now brushing my clit with every heavy thrust. The release was coming faster to me now, my hands whit
e-knuckling the sheets.
His hands made their way to my breasts. “Go over for me, sweetheart,” he said both roughly and gently right before I felt the hard pinch on my nipples.
That was all I needed.
Oh…My God!
My entire body bowed up at the orgasm, and I heard Easton’s growl as I felt him fill me entirely with his own cum. I felt his teeth on the tender place where shoulder meets neck. Soothing the bite with a soft kiss, he pulled out, moving off of me. He lay on his side and brought his arm around me, bringing my back to his warm chest. I remember the feel of Easton’s lips against the back of my neck, placing silent and soundless words there.
And I had never been happier in my life.
I was entwined in Easton's strong arms, our bodies still damp from our lovemaking. He was fingering through the tangles of my hair that were splayed across his bare chest. I was snuggled up against him, listening to the steady beat of his heart, my finger lightly tracing patterns on his taut belly.
"I'm spent, love," he said with a sigh. "I'm definitely going to need a quick power nap after that."
"I think we both need showers after that," I replied with a smile.
"Later," he remarked. "I want my scent on you for a while."
I poked my head up to look at his face. His expression was serious, as if he was contemplating something.
"What do you want to do this evening?" he asked, giving me a slow smile. "We can go to dinner, clubbing - whatever you want."
I propped my elbow up, resting my face on my hand and studied him. “Let’s just stay in tonight,” I said as I ran a finger idly on the skin of his arm. “I really don’t feel like getting dressed up, and I’m thinking that curling up with that really good book sounds pretty tempting right now.” I gave him a wry smile. “Plus, clubs and restaurants probably wouldn’t approve of you being shirtless and barefoot. And I really, really like you shirtless and barefoot.”
He quirked a brow as he gazed down at me through shuttered lashes. "What's happened to my party girl?" he quipped. "Turning into somewhat of a homebody these days," he teased.
I laid my head back down against his shoulder. "I guess I just don't need all of that any more. You've tamed me, Easton."
I heard his soft chuckle. "Don't go getting all domesticated on me, love," he chided. "I love your cheekiness. But if you want to stay here that's fine. We'll order in. I've got a few things to finish up for work. Let's grab a nap."
I wasn't tired in the least, but Easton seemed to want me beside him at the moment so I complied. He must've been exhausted because in a matter of several minutes, I felt his warm even breathing on my neck. As much as I hated moving away from him, I was in desperate need of the loo. I quietly and carefully extricated myself from his arms, and allowed myself a comfort break. I was still naked and decided I'd heed his instructions to shower later. My supply of clean clothing at his place was dwindling, so I went in search of the clothes he'd so expertly removed from me in the sitting room.
I shrugged them back on, pulling my wild, just-thoroughly-fucked hair up in a ponytail, slipping the elastic hair tie around it. I was thinking maybe I could actually read a few chapters of the book while he napped. Then we could shower together and maybe order a pizza. We hadn't had one of our "pizza and a horror flick" evenings in a while. I looked under the sofa for my book, but found my flip-flops instead, so I pulled them out and slipped them on my bare feet.
Where the hell's my book?
I looked around the bare floor and finally spotted it under the chair where Easton had been working earlier. How the hell had it gotten clear over there? He'd left his laptop on the table, the lid still opened to whatever he'd been working on.
"Way to go, Easy E," I said to no one. "You'll be bitching later when the battery's dead." I picked it up, taking it over to the desk to put it on the charger. As I prepared to close the lid, my attention was immediately drawn to what was pulled up on the screen. I felt my eyes widen and my mouth go slack as the comprehension sunk in.
It was the organizational chart for Baronton-Sheridan. I'd put the current one together, complete with company photos of the employees listed. This one had been amended by Easton just today, showing an effective date of Monday, June 17th.
Easton's photo was no longer at the top of the chart under the title of 'Acting General Manager.' It'd been replaced by Colin Devers' name and photo. I saw that my dad's name still showed as a dotted line to the acting G.M. My name and photo still showed as 'Executive Assistant to the G.M.' As I glanced through it, nothing else had changed other than Easton having been eliminated, replaced by Colin.
I slammed the lid shut on his laptop, slowly backing away from it, my mind working furiously to process the information, or lack of it at the moment.
Easton's leaving. Leaving D.C. Leaving me. Leaving our baby.
My stomach roiled at the thought. My heart was starting to crumble, taking my ability to breathe in air with it. My pulse quickened. Respiration was shallow. I felt my hands clenched at my sides, opening and closing repeatedly, my fingernails digging into my palms as I shook my head 'no'. There has to be more to it, I thought. I was still in a semi-trance, when I felt myself back up against a hard, warm body. I whirled around, coming face-to-face with Easton.
My eyes dropped, his nakedness registering in my mind, his cock still damp and glistening from our sex. Our lovely good-bye sex it would appear.
"What is it?" he asked softly, drawing my gaze back up to his face. "I awoke and you weren't next to me. Not sleepy?"
He had no clue as to what I'd seen. I knew by the faint smile that graced his lips and his love-filled eyes.
Traitorous bastard!
"You're leaving," I said to him, making it more of an accusation than a question. "You're fucking going to leave me, aren't you?"
His eyes quickly skirted the room, seeing that his laptop was now closed, which meant he now knew I'd been the one to close it. And that in doing so, I'd have seen what was on it. I watched as his expression morphed from soft and loving, to shielded and masked. He was silent.
"I saw the org chart," I explained, reaffirming what he already knew. "I mean, I went to put your laptop on the desk, and it was just there in front of me," I rambled, my hands now clasped together in front of me.
"Come with me," he said, taking my hand and pulling me behind him to the bedroom. He grabbed his boxers from the floor and pulled them on. This conversation was evidently one he preferred not to have with me while naked.
My stomach butterflies were swarming in all directions. They were coming within millimeters of each other apparently on a crash course of destruction. He pulled me down next to him on the bed, taking my hands in his. "I was going to tell you tomorrow about Colin being assigned as acting G.M. of Baronton-Sheridan."
"I see," I replied, a feeling of dread seeping in. "Why tomorrow, Easton? Why not tell me today? Or yesterday? Why not tell me whenever the fuck it was that you made the decision?" My voice had regained some strength, and the anger was now finding its way inside.
"I felt I needed to reward him for his faithful service to the corporation . . . and to me," he continued, as if that was of any importance to me. He took his gaze from my face, now studying his clasped hands instead.
Always keep eye contact during a presentation, Darcy. Remember, our customers need to feel the honesty and the integrity that is Baronton-Sheridan . . .
My throat was closing up, restricting my air intake. I could do nothing but nod.
"Anyway, Ronnie's from the States and with their wedding coming up, I felt it might be best for all concerned to assign Colin here permanently. He needs to spend time with his wife. She needs to be closer to her family --"
I placed my fingers on his lips, stopping him mid-sentence."I really don't care about Colin and Ronnie right now. My interest lies in where you're going."
He rubbed his chin with his fingers. There was no mistaking the fact he was having a difficult time cutting to t
he chase.
"I'm making my office in New York starting next week . . . at the U.S. headquarters. The merger and acquisitions team's there and I've a host of potential companies to visit." His voice faltered just a bit. "Darcy," he said, sighing, "I'm going to be traveling extensively in the U.S. for the next several months looking at potential prospects to acquire. These things aren't done overnight you realise."
Huh? It sure felt like over-night when you merged with my father.
"What are you really saying, Easton?" I demanded, scooting further away from him. "Why have you been so secretive about this?"
"It's just that I'll be traveling so much, love. I mean it's not like you'd be seeing me much anyway, you know?"
"I guess you are leaving me," I responded in a voice that wasn't much more than a whisper. I quickly tried to cover up the dumbfounded tone in my voice. “Well, it’s probably for the best that I found out tonight. I mean, it could've been worse. You were probably just going to e-mail it to me in the morning, letting me know that I didn’t have to go through the trouble of wearing any sexy lingerie to work.” I couldn’t help the sarcasm that blanketed my tone.
“I was going to tell you, and I was going to explain,” he replied with a scowl. “Calmly.”
I tilted my head, and ignored the scowl. “Kind of like what I did back at my apartment, right? Before you left the first time and went back to London?”
I didn’t wait for his response, exhausted at the quick turn of events of the day. As it turned out, my butterflies had been on a suicide mission as they crashed and burned, falling to the pit of my stomach in charred ashes. I turned abruptly, heading for the bathroom to grab some of my stuff. I felt myself hauled back by his strong arms.
"Listen to me," he growled, his fingers digging into my shoulders. "That's not it at all. It's just . . . better this way. I'm not taking you with me. I can't take you with me."
"Why not?" I challenged, sounding borderline pathetic. "You owe me an answer, Easton. Why the hell not?" I was glaring at him impudently now. Waiting for an answer or something - anything - that would help make sense out of the pain that was engulfing me.