Obsessively Yours

by Nikki J Summers

  “Oh God” I cried, “I’m coming” and my whole body went into meltdown, nerves firing off delicious sensations, pussy contracting around him and clit throbbing so hard it felt like it had its own heartbeat. He came at the same time thickening in response to my tightening and jolting his body as he released inside me in hot wet bursts.

  “So good” he gasped, “so fucking good.”

  He rolled off me gasping for breath his eyes closed and both hands flung over his head in abandon. I looked across at him and laughed.

  “So I guess it’s gonna be a two night stand then huh?”

  He rolled to his side to face me and smacked my ass playfully.

  “Get the idea of any night stands out of your pretty little head right now. This right here is the real deal.”

  My heart did a little leap at his words. Had I got the womanising Mr Madden all wrong after all? Could this God of a man really be tamed? Could I make him mine? The idea of it made me smile, but somewhere deep inside I knew a man like him couldn’t be tamed. I don’t know why he’d chosen me or why he wanted more, but I wasn’t going to let myself get carried away with it all. I had to remember to guard my heart because as delicious and sexy as he was, I doubted he did romance or happy ever afters.

  I would enjoy the time we had together and to hell with the future. Thinking too far ahead hadn’t gotten me very far so far in life. Adam had been all about forward thinking and planning for our future and look how that ended. No this was different, a fling to look back on when I was old and grey. Joe Madden didn’t do relationships but he sure knew how to do me and I wasn’t going to complain about it.

  Joe must have seen the different emotions play across my face as he gently stroked my cheek and said, “I hate what that asshole has done to you. I don’t even know half of what went on between the two of you but I don’t need to be a genius to guess it was destructive.”

  He reached over and placed a kiss on my lips before saying, “Let me help you Ella, let me show you what the rest of us see. Let me give you back the self-confidence he took from you.”

  I nodded sadly and put my arms around Joe to hug him close. How could he be an egotistical ass one day and the sweetest guy the next? I was confused and my head was spinning from all the twists and turns our ‘courtship’ was taking. This was going to be one hell of a rollercoaster ride. Was I in it till the end? Hell yes.

  We stayed in the bed holding each other and chatting about nothing in particular for the rest of the morning. It felt right being in his big warm embrace, like I belonged there. Eventually my tummy made that embarrassing gurgle and he laughed.

  “I think we need to leave your pit at some point today so I can feed you. Do you fancy a day on the river, a bite to eat maybe as we drift along the city sights?”

  That sounded like heaven to me, a perfect way to spend a lazy Sunday afternoon.

  “Do you have a boat?” I asked.

  “No, but a friend of mine does.” He smiled and reached down to the floor for his jeans. He pulled his mobile out of his pocket and sent off a message. Minutes later he got a reply and turned to me.

  “Better get dressed sweetheart I’m taking you for lunch.” I smiled and dashed into my bathroom to freshen up and get ready.

  I applied light make up and fluffed my hair before deciding a high ponytail might be better to tame my wild curls. Then I put on my black ripped skinny jeans and a tight black tank top before turning to him and saying, “ready”. He looked me up and down with hunger devouring my curves with his eyes.

  “Wish I’d ordered take away now, how am I supposed to behave in public when you look like that?”

  “Who said anything about behaving?” I whispered to him coyly as I sauntered to the door swinging my hips provocatively. He growled a low growl and grabbed my hips to pull them back into his crotch which had grown hard and ready. I giggled and wiggled my hips against him before saying, “food first and misbehaving later ace.”

  He sighed and let me go, holding the door open for me. We walked down the stairs and into the living room. Chris’s face was a picture, his eyes bulging and mouth dropped open in shock. Robyn sat smiling a huge knowing smile.

  “See you later guys.” I called out as Joe held the door open for me and we made our way down the path to his waiting Range Rover.

  When he said boat I had expected some kind of row boat or small motorised thing with two seats and a steering wheel. Boy was I wrong. This was a massive white beast of a yacht with blue and white leather sofas on deck and highly polished walnut finish to add that look of boating sophistication. There were steps running off the main deck down into a living room area. The latest high tech electronics were here, the wide screen TV, stereo system and speakers to name a few all showcased in shiny dark woods and cream leather. Doors leading off it no doubt led to bedrooms and bathrooms but I didn’t like to pry.

  “Must be a pretty rich friend of yours to have all this.” I said as I glanced around in awe.

  “It’s not the biggest yacht I’ve been on but it’ll do for today.” He replied flippantly.

  Well it was the first bloody yacht I’d ever been on at all. Not that I was going to voice that out loud.

  “Are you driving?” I mused.

  “No.” he laughed, “Someone else has that pleasure, you have me all to yourself this afternoon.”

  He pulled me in for a hug and kissed the top of my head.

  “Come on lets go back up on deck, I think lunch might be ready for us.”

  Sure enough as we walked back up onto the main deck I noticed a table set for dinner and a young guy dressed in a waiter’s outfit setting plates and fussing over cutlery. There was a bottle of champagne chilling on ice in a stand next to the table.

  “Wow, I’d have been happy with a drive through burger you know.” I said looking up at him in amusement.

  No one had ever pulled out all the stops like this for me before. Even Adam’s proposal had been a clumsy affair involving a disastrous picnic plagued with flying ants and a cheap bottle of cava that exploded all over me and ruined my new silk blouse. This was something else.

  Joe pulled a chair out for me as the waiter went inside then reappeared with plates of delicious food for us. He poured the champagne for Joe to taste then for me. I wasn’t used to sipping wine, I was definitely a gulp it down and get the party started kinda girl.

  “This is amazing, I’m not used to all this.”

  Joe put his glass down and looked over at me, “You don’t have to change the way you are just because of money you know. We might be on a million dollar yacht but that doesn’t mean shit.”

  “That’s easy for you to say you have money.” I said.

  “I haven’t always had money Ella. Some of us have just caught a lucky break at some point in our lives. Money isn’t everything.”

  I wanted to push him further and find out what his life had been like without money. What life had he had then, what happened? But I could see his guard had come up so I dropped it and made a comment about the fantastic scenery, the iconic buildings drifting past us.

  “I can’t believe people live in this city, one of the greatest cities in the world and they take all this for granted.” He sighed.

  “I know, sometimes I just like to go out in my lunch hour and just walk around, looking around me and take it all in.”

  He smiled over at me, “It’s breath taking” he said, those piercing grey eyes of his staring right into mine making me feel weak and giddy. I thought he was breath taking right now and I had to stop myself from launching across the table to devour him.

  The afternoon was like a dream; we ate, laughed, cuddled and were just at ease in each other’s company. As the sun started to set over the city I sighed, relaxed in his arms as he stroked my hair and made me feel all sleepy.

  “I suppose we’d better be getting back.” He said with the same reluctance I felt.

  “Yeah, I suppose.”

  “I’ll take you on a prope
r yacht another day, give you a real taste of the high life.”

  “Whatever Rockefeller, do I look like a girl that’s impressed with all that?”

  “No, but I want to spoil you.” He gave me a gentle kiss on my lips and I pulled him down towards me, deepening the kiss and getting lost in him.

  We left the yacht and got back into his car, he held my hand in his lap all the way back to my house. When we pulled up outside I felt torn between inviting him in for what was bound to be another incredible night or saying goodbye here so I could get some much needed sleep. The yawn I failed to hold in made my mind up for me.

  “It’s been the best day ever, and as much as I don’t want it to end I need to go in and get some sleep….alone”

  He groaned, “Can’t I come in and at least hold you till you fall asleep?” He had that magic twinkle in his eye as he spoke. I knew as well as he did that a cuddle was the last thing on his mind. I also knew I couldn’t stop it at a cuddle either. One touch of those damn muscles and I’d be a goner. I’d also be completely useless at work tomorrow and a walking zombie.

  “Nice try champ but no. I need my sleep. You wouldn’t like me when I’m tired and cranky.” I grabbed his t-shirt and pulled him to me for a kiss, and he held my head in his hands, his tongue stroking mine and the air around us becoming electric with pent up energy and passion. I pulled away and ran my hand down his chest.

  “I think we need to stop there before we give my neighbours an X-rated show.”

  He laughed and planted one last kiss on my lips before I yanked my door open and skipped up the path.

  “Hey I’m supposed to open your door for you.” He called out to me.

  “Too late champ,” I said as I twisted round, “See ya!” I blew him a kiss, winked and walked through the front door. As it closed behind me I slid down it to sit on the floor. Sighing in utter satisfaction at what had just been the best weekend of my whole life.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “I love seeing that smile on your face.” Chris said to me as he messed about with the photocopier the next day.

  It was his daily fight with the damn machine and he always lost. He didn’t have that tender touch that machinery like the photocopier needed sometimes. I walked over to open the door below and release the paper jam he had caused, raising my eye brow in a ‘you’re welcome’ sign as the copier jumped to life and spewed forth his papers for him.

  “Good sex can do that for you.” I teased “You know me Chris, lady in the streets freak in the sheets.”

  He howled with laughter as Colin popped his head up from his computer and look over at us with a confused expression on his face.

  “What’s the joke?” Colin asked.

  “Chris’s sex life.” I replied. Chris playfully whacked me in the arm and replied.

  “Well we can’t all bag ourselves hunky hot millionaire stallions can we?”

  “What, who?” Colin piped in looking totally befuddled.

  “Nothing Colin just ignore us.” I said glaring over at Chris.

  I sat down at my desk to check my emails and found one from Joe.

  To: EllaReid@parkerhayes.com

  From:JoeMadden@jmfitness.com

  Title: Thinking about you…

  Maroon 5 – Girls Like You.

  Joe x

  There was a link to a YouTube video and I clicked on it to hear the sweetest song. The lyrics playing into the office for the rest of them to hear.

  “Did he tell you to listen to that?” Chris asked.

  “He sent me the video as a link on an email.” I smiled.

  To: JoeMadden@jmfitness.com

  From: EllaReid@parkerhayes.com

  Title: A 3 night thing?

  Getting soppy in your old age Mr Madden?

  I thought you only did one night flings, what’s happened?

  Ella

  To: EllaReid@parkerhayes.com

  From:JoeMadden@jmfitness.com

  Title: A changed man

  You happened beautiful girl. You make me want things I never even knew I’d want.

  Joe x

  To: JoeMadden@jmfitness.com

  From: EllaReid@parkerhayes.com

  Title: Hmmm

  Be careful what you wish for ;-)

  Chris came over to start reading my email exchange over my shoulder and I closed my emails down to hide them. A girl had to have some secrets.

  “I wanna read them. Let me look.” He complained, “It’s not every day my best friend in the whole wide world gets to date a love God.”

  “Who’s the God?” Colin asked again feigning interest in our office banter.

  “Ella is dating our hottest client.” Chris announced for the world to hear.

  “Keep it down Chris I don’t want Frank or Eric to hear.”

  “Who’s our hottest client?” Colin continued.

  “Only the sex God that is Joe Madden.” Chris wiggled his eyebrows up and down as I groaned.

  “Colin please keep that to yourself won’t you? I don’t want to be the talk of this office right now.”

  He nodded thoughtfully and said, “I don’t know anything about the guy, you googled him?”

  I glanced over at Chris who raised his eyebrows at me. Neither one of us had ever thought to google him, and as if we had telepathically discussed it we both dived back onto our computers to open up google.

  “You do Joe Madden and I’ll do Joseph.” Chris said ensuring we covered all bases of the scandal and gossip he was sure we would find. We found nothing, only the basic stuff we already knew through work. I clicked on google images and lost myself in a few hours of marvelling at how handsome he was and daydreaming about all the things I wanted to do to him when I saw him next.

  When I got home later that afternoon I opened the door to the most gorgeous smell of flowers, an enormous bouquet of red roses sat in the middle of our coffee table. Robyn grinned up at me.

  “Please tell me you didn’t open the envelope.” I said. She put her hand on her chest in mock offence.

  “As if I would!”

  I slumped down into the sofa and threw my head back.

  “God, hurry up and send the lightning bolt down to fuck up my life quick. Things can’t ever stay this good for long and I’d prefer to know where I stand.”

  “Where’s the fun in that?” Robyn asked. “Bloody enjoy it whilst it lasts Elle.” She said as she grabbed the envelope from the top of the bouquet and threw it over into my lap.

  My Beautiful Blue Eyed Girl,

  I don’t think the red roses need any explanation.

  I’m picking you up at 8pm tonight. Dress sexy, as always.

  Joe x

  “I’ve got nothing to wear.” I wailed in panic as Robyn read the note over my shoulder.

  “I can sort you out, come on let’s get you ready.”

  Robyn yanked me up off the sofa and towards the stairs before I could utter another word.

  Chapter Fifteen

  I showered, shaved and beautified myself then went into Robyn’s room where she had laid out a plethora of dresses and outfits she’d deemed sexy and ‘Ella worthy’. I was instantly drawn to a little black halter neck dress with a plunging neckline. It would skim my ass but I knew Joe would love that. My curls were actually behaving themselves tonight so I fluffed them up and pinned clips into the sides to keep it neatly behind me but keeping the hair down look I knew guys loved.

  I went for sexy smoky eye make-up in greys to complement my blue eyes and finished with delicate blush and natural looking pink lip gloss. A spritz of my favourite perfume and I was ready. Well my body was, my mind was all over the place with nerves, all jittery and talking ten to the dozen but not making much sense.

  “Calm down Elle, you’re gonna give yourself a heart attack.” Robyn joked, but I felt like I could hyperventilate at any moment.

  The front door bell chimed and I headed down the stairs carefully in my skyscraper black Louboutin’s. Behind the door stood a huge mountain
of a man dressed smartly in a black suit and cap. Robyn raised her eye brows at me then thrust a large tote bag into my hands.

  “What’s this for?” I asked.

  “Just what he asked me to pack for you.” She winked and pushed me out of the door before I could question her further. She followed me excitedly down our path to where the guy mountain held open the back door of a black Bentley. I slipped into the luxurious leather seat, to be honest it felt more like an armchair than a car seat. ‘How the other half live hey’ I thought as I looked around the stunning interior.

  We drove for about fifteen minutes before pulling in front of what looked like a posh office block. The driver opened my door and took my bag, and as I walked cautiously towards the glass doors, not having a clue what was going on, Joe appeared from inside, a warm smile on his gorgeous face and I melted. This man could turn me to jelly with just a smile, I was so fucked.

  “You are just too beautiful,” he said planting a delicate kiss on my cheek, “Excited?” he asked.

  “More cautious than anything,” I replied looking up at him questioningly, “Where the hell are we?”

  “You’ll see,” he grinned and turned to the driver, “Sam can you sort out the details and check in the bags.”

  Check in the bags? Was this a hotel? Was he going to spend the night devouring me again? My stomach lurched with the anticipation of it all. Joe took my hand and held it firmly as he led me down a corridor and into a mirrored lift that zoomed us up and opened to the outside air.

  A helicopter stood ready in the middle of what I would have assumed was a car park if it wasn’t for the beast of a machine sitting in the middle of it. A young girl dressed in a uniform held a tray of what looked like champagne out to us, and Joe took one to hand to me, then picked up the other, his other hand never letting go of mine.