“See you can do it.” He was being too kind, trying to boost my confidence, “You won’t fall I’ve got you, just relax and look up, look at me.”
“I can’t I need to look down or I’ll go dizzy.” I argued. I was going to ache all over tomorrow morning after this.
We made it to the bottom in one piece and I breathed out a huge sigh of relief.
“You are just too cute. I can’t wait to take you on the real slopes and show off my little Bambi girl.”
“I think I’ll be better staying at the bottom and finding a nice bar or coffee shop I can hide in. I shook my head at him now. There was no way I was going to gracing real slopes any time soon.
We went up and down a few times together. Joe was the ultimate gentleman and super teacher as he held me and gave me encouraging comments throughout my practise runs. After a while I was able to ski down on my own, at a very slow pace but alone all the same.
“I’ve held you back enough, why don’t you do a few rounds without me? I can watch you from the café in the warm.” I half stated and half pleaded. I didn’t want him to think I hadn’t enjoyed our date or that I was ungrateful. “Besides I’d like to see what you can do when you let go. I like watching you let go.” I said with a cheeky sparkle in my eyes.
He thought for a bit before relenting and walking me to the café first, setting me down with a caramel latte and a chocolate muffin, before heading back. “I’ll be five minutes baby, ten tops. I don’t like leaving you alone.”
“I’m fine. Go…” I shooed him away and sat back to enjoy the show.
He was amazing, he flew down the slopes like he was at the winter Olympics, skidding and sliding this way and that. He looked so at home out there, he loved it I could tell. I should have known this was his kind of thing. He was a fitness fanatic after all. Oh hell what would the next date be? I thought. Skydiving? Water skiing? Balancing on a tight rope over two sky scrapers? Anything was possible where this man was concerned.
He came back about ten minutes later looking totally pumped, his eyes shining and cheeks flushed.
“You are amazing!”
“I’ve had a lot of practise,” he said, “Once you’ve been skiing as much as I have you’ll get it.” I very much doubted I’d ever ‘get it’ but I just smiled up at him. I didn’t want to seem negative.
“Skiing is my heaven, I love it.” He looked at me questioningly. “So, what’s your idea of heaven angel?”
“Apart from you?” I bit my lip provocatively. “If I was to describe my heaven it would be total relaxation, no stress, no phones or computers, nothing but me, chilling and maybe a massage thrown in.”
He nodded to himself, “Noted, I’ll bear that in mind for our next adventure.”
“Thank you.” I sighed and kissed him on the chin.
“What, thank you for scaring you half to death and dragging you up and down the slopes and making you freezing cold?”
“No, thank you for sharing your heaven with me…and for looking after me. You were right, you are the best teacher ever.”
He smiled the kind of smile that lit up his face and shone from his eyes.
“I want to share everything with you beautiful girl of mine.”
I hugged him as tight as I could. This man had put me well and truly under his spell and I couldn’t wait to get back to his place so he could show me another heaven we both loved.
Chapter Twenty
Our next adventure was much more up my street. Joe never failed to surprise me with his thoughtfulness and generosity. He’d had green roses delivered to our office with a note that read;
Bambi,
It’s time to treat you to a little bit of heaven. Pack an overnight case, enough for a couple of nights and be prepared to say goodbye to the outside world for the weekend.
Your Joe x
P.s The green stands for new life and energy. You make me feel alive, I’m like a new man when I’m with you my angel, my beautiful girl. X
I couldn’t be more smitten. No one had ever treated me so well, it felt surreal. I was in heaven already I didn’t need all this extravagance.
I told Joe that exact thing when he picked me up later that evening.
“You do know I’m in heaven already champ, you don’t have to spend all this money on me. I just love being with you.”
He beamed a gorgeous smile across the car to me, “That’s what I love about you Ella, you never want anything from me, just my time but I like spoiling you.”
My heart skipped a beat, had I heard right? He loved me? Well he loved my simple tastes but he’d still used the L word. I felt weak but he didn’t seem to notice what he’d said. He just reached over and squeezed my knee before grabbing my hand and pulling it into his lap to hold. Man I was screwed.
An hour later we pulled into a long drive that led to an old mansion house, it looked like a stately home, a proper old English stately home much like the one Joe was trying to replicate, but this was the real deal.
“Wow, this is awesome.”
“It’s a grade 2 listed building so they can’t do all the things here that I can do at my club, but this right here is England’s premier health spa, well for now anyway. I’m hoping to change that soon.”
“I love it already.”
I was going to enjoy this weekend. I reached across the car and flung my arms around his neck, “Thank you for bringing me here this is the best ever.”
“Good, I like making you happy.” He rubbed his nose against mine and gave me a gentle peck on the lips, but I pulled him to me for a proper kiss. He’d earnt it.
“If this is the reaction I get, I’m making sure we use my club every opportunity we get when it’s all up and running.”
A doorman came to us to collect our bags, and Joe led me inside to what could only be described as a dream of cream and marble everywhere. A few people were lazily strolling around dressed in white robes and slippers.
“I’m sorry they wouldn’t let me hire the whole building out.” He said with a dead serious expression on his face.
“Joe you need to start living like the rest of us, being with other people isn’t always a bad thing you know.”
I would have to hold his hand and ease him into the real world I decided. His obsession with privacy wasn’t always healthy and I liked being with others, meeting new people. If this was going to work long term we would both need to compromise.
He signed us in and took our room card, leading me away from the newly built cream marble dream and into a world of old wood panelled walls and swirling carpets. Old painted portraits hung on each side of the corridor lit by picture lamps and a real suit of armour stood to attention in the corner. We stopped in front of a room called the Queen Elizabeth Royal Suite. Royal was right, the room or suite rather, was the definition of luxury. Cream and gold chandeliers sparkled in each room, the furniture all cream and gold too, made from decadent luxurious fabrics. I wondered into the bedroom and sat on the springy bed, it looked like we would be sleeping on a cloud of fluffiness, with all the white and cream softness spread upon it.
“Do you like it?” He asked apprehensively.
“I love, love, love it!” I said jumping up to hug him again.
“Come and see the rest of it, then we’ll head downstairs and get you relaxed and ready for a weekend of nothing.”
“Nothing but you.” I teased.
This really was the ultimate in extreme luxury. There was a lounge and separate dining area and then two bedrooms each with an en-suite bathroom that included a sunken whirlpool bath and huge walk in shower with 360 water jets. Another door led to a private sauna, but the best part of all was the balcony. Make that balconies as we had three, all overlooking the lush gardens and tree tops for added privacy and a hot tub to finish it all off.
“We won’t need to leave the room!” I gasped.
“As much as I like that idea, and may take you up on it tomorrow, today I want to take you downstairs and show you wh
at else they have to offer.”
He walked me back inside from the balcony and I noticed a bottle of champagne on ice on the table, two glasses ready for us and a bowl of strawberries. I squealed expecting the cork to fly off haphazardly or champagne to spray everywhere, but Joe opened the bottle with expertise and poured us two glasses without any fuss, then handed me a strawberry.
“It brings out the flavour of the champagne.” He said.
I chuckled, “I know, I have seen Pretty Woman.” I joked. He just frowned oblivious to the reference I was making.
The champagne tasted expensive and lush, it wouldn’t take much to get me tipsy so I tried my best to sip it, but I was a party girl and before long the bottle was empty and I was giggling like a school girl.
We had intended to change into our swimming gear ready to go to the pools and treatment rooms, but one look at Joe’s delectable muscles and I was on him, pushing him onto the bed and kissing him with a maddening urgency. He wasn’t complaining as he rolled me over so he was on top and proceeding to rid me of the rest of my clothes until we were both lying on top of the softest bed in the world, a tangle of limbs desperate to feel, touch, stroke and drink each other in. My soft body pressed up against his hardness, his cock rubbing against my hip, my thigh then in-between my legs causing me to moan out for him.
“Fuck Ella, I could spend the rest of this weekend in this bed with you.”
I felt the same way. I could never seem to get enough of him. My Joe, my fallen angel, my heartbeat. I wanted to feel him inside me, to be joined together as one and feel that connection we had that could drown us with its intensity. I wiggled my hips and he reared up, grabbing my legs and putting them on his shoulders. Woah this was going to be intense.
He looked me in the eyes as he drove into me on a growl. His cock hard and stretching me so much I gasped in pleasure-pain. The position of my legs letting him drive deeper than he’d ever gone before and hitting the spot every single time. He had me peaking then screaming with my first orgasm before he’d even got into a rhythm. This man was a master of my body, he knew how to play me and I loved it.
He kept his eyes on me and pounded harder and faster as I was overtaken again and I clamped down hard around him. I didn’t need anything but Joe to be in heaven.
“Baby… you… you’re my heaven.” He gasped as he stepped up the pace and started to reach his peak.
I couldn’t speak, I was in orbit somewhere above, and all I could do was pant, bit my lip and cry with ecstasy. Soon I felt the change in him as he found his release and I came again contracting around him and shaking all over. My body belonged to him 100 percent and I couldn’t control myself anymore.
I wouldn’t need any treatments after this I thought as we lay panting on the bed, Joe’s treatment was more than enough for me to forget everything. Lord this man could make me forget my own name. He turned his head to face mine and feathered kisses along my cheek, jaw and forehead as I stroked through his hair. I would do anything for him, I thought lovingly. He was all mine and I would hold onto him forever.
We spent a few more hours finding heaven in each other before we took a shower and decided to venture out of the room. It didn’t matter that there were people around us now, because we were both oblivious to anyone else, caught up in our own bubble, walking hand in hand and giving each other shy, sexy glances.
As we came upon the first pool, Joe led me in and pulled me into him, our wet bodies sliding together and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“When your club opens will we be able to do this in the pool and take it further without the audience we have today?” I teased.
“I’ll throw anyone out who dares to even try to enter the pool when I’ve got you in it. You are for my eyes only.”
He put his forehead against mine and kissed my nose. I loved it when he did that, it made me feel special like I was his most treasured possession, fragile but adored.
We swam to the end of the pool where a dark cave flickered with mood lighting and small ledges under the water let you sit and hide from the rest of the swimmers.
“I like this cave.” I purred, “Very secret and sexy.”
“My pool will have a bigger cave area than this, with more private corners for couples to…be hidden.” He said seductively. I liked being hidden in a dark cave with him right now. He pulled me onto his lap as we sat on the ledge and I could feel how turned on he was.
“We might have to stay here for a bit though champ.” I giggled. “I don’t want anyone seeing what’s mine when you get out.” I eyed his shorts and he laughed at me.
“My body is strictly for your eyes only.” I felt warm and fuzzy when he said that. He wasn’t the only one right now with a jealous streak.
We stayed in the pool enjoying being close to each other, then we tried out the steam room, sauna and solarium before heading to the different private water massage area with heated seats that sprayed harsh but soothing jets onto various parts of our bodies to relax us. I was so mellow right now I could have stayed here forever. Nothing else mattered anymore.
“You can feel like this every day if you want when the club opens.” He smiled.
“I’m not sure Frank and Eric will agree to that every lunch hour.” I joked.
“Then give up work.” He said and I laughed thinking he was joking but his face was deadly serious. “I mean it Ella, you don’t have to work, I have enough money to look after you.”
I shook my head, “Nice try champ, but there’s no way I’m giving up my job, I love it. Besides I like to have my own money.”
I didn’t want to say it but I wanted to keep my independence too, after what had happened with Adam I wasn’t anywhere near ready to giving up my whole life to the control of a man again. Not financially anyway.
“Well maybe weekends then.” He compromised and I nodded.
“I’ll hold you to that ace.” I kissed him and smiled. This man was going to ruin me. I didn’t know how I would ever get over him and I hoped I’d never have to.
That evening we didn’t join the rest of the guests in the large grand dining room, instead Joe had arranged for a private butler to serve us dinner in our room along with enough champagne for us to drown in. After dinner we took our glasses outside to one of the balconies and even though it was freezing outside we sprinted to the hot tub and stepped in, letting the hot water, steam and bubbles heat us up and give the illusion that it was actually summer and not the end of October, almost November.
“This is the kind of cold I like.”
Joe laughed and said next time he took me skiing he’d make sure there was a hot tub for me to sit in and watch. We chinked our glasses together as Joe said, “To us Ella, and many more adventures.”
“I like adventures with you champ.” I replied kissing him full on the lips.
Chapter Twenty-One
Winter came and our connection grew stronger still. We had settled into a comfy routine of nights spent at Joe’s apartment exploring each other, weekends with Chris and Robyn eating take aways and watching Netflix whilst Joe and I cuddled on the sofa, Chris sprawled on the floor and Robyn took up our only armchair. Things were pretty much perfect.
“You still coming to Après tonight for the fireworks?” Robyn asked me on Friday morning as I grabbed a quick piece of toast before heading out to work.
“Definitely! I’m ready to let loose and drink my weight in alcohol tonight.” I mused.
“Ha, should be a good one then, Chris is coming round to get ready with us, is Joe coming?”
“He’s not back till later tonight but he said he’ll meet us there.”
Our plans were set, we were going to get dressed up, drink until we were way too merry then watch the fireworks and dance like a bunch of lunatics. By the time Joe turned up I would be tipsy and horny and ready to drag him back to his cave for some fun.
The day flew by, Colin had aced a recent project for us and we had been given a fantastic review in the pre
ss as a result of his genius. Parker Hayes was on the up.
I missed Joe when I was at work and often found myself daydreaming at my desk about him so I decided to send him an email so I’d know he would be thinking about me too.
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Title: I can’t stop thinking about you champ…
Taylor Swift – King of My Heart
Your Ella x
I attached a link to a YouTube video of the song and pressed the send button. Ten minutes I had a reply that made my heart flutter.
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Title: You are all I ever think about...
Locked Out of Heaven – Bruno Mars
Always Your Joe x
As five o’clock rolled around I fired down my computer and called across to Chris to get his ass in gear so he could catch a lift back to ours with me.
“Fireworks tonight baby,” he danced his way over to my desk, “In the pub, in the bedroom, hell if I know you there’ll be fireworks all damn night between you and that machine of a man of yours.”
“You better believe it!” I growled. “Nothing but fireworks for me from now on.
“I’m jealous…” Chris whined, “I want a man and fireworks and stuff.”
“It’ll happen Hun, it will. You just have to be patient. It’ll come when you least expect it.”
Chris scowled and grumbled, “I don’t expect it ever anymore so it better bloody hurry up, I’ve never had such a dry spell.”
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