“The fifth floor’s closer,” she says with a smile.
“You’re far too good for the fifth floor.”
I’m about to pull her against me and kiss her when the elevator door opens. Instead, I push her into the small space and back her up against the wall inside the elevator. I mesh my fingers through her silky hair, and tilt her head to expose the soft skin of her neck to me.
She moans as I nip and suck at the tender flesh. It’s a sound I want to hear every day for the rest of my life. I crush my mouth against hers, our tongues twirling in a frantic rush.
My dick turns rock hard and I undo her jeans. I need to be in her right this second, but the jeans are tight and I struggle to get access to her pussy.
“These fucking jeans,” I say, trying to tug them down. “Why didn’t you wear a dress?”
“I was trying to get here as fast as I could,” she says as she slides her hands under my suit jacket. They rove over my back muscles, and my skin shudders from her touch.
While I crush my mouth against hers again, I shrug my jacket off and loosen my tie.
The elevator reaches the top floor and opens. I bundle Darcy across the small lobby and to my door. I stand her against the wall beside my door, and unlock my door.
Before we go inside, I pause to look at her. My eyes travel from her feet up to the top of her head, and I see right through her clothes to the perfect woman underneath. The woman who’s mine.
Our eyes lock as I lean my forehead against hers, our chests both heaving with our rapid breath.
“You sure you want to go inside?” I ask.
“Yes, why?”
“Because once you cross that threshold, you’re mine and you’re never leaving again.”
“Maybe I never want to leave.”
That’s all I need to hear. She gasps as I grab her and shove her into my penthouse. I kick the door shut with my foot. As soon as it’s closed, I spin her around and pin her up against it. Our mouths collide, my left hand fists her hair and my right slide up under her baggy sweatshirt, exploring her curves.
Darcy’s hands undo my buttons and pull my shirt wide open. I want to feel her skin against mine, so I yank her shirt above her head and toss it onto the floor. I press myself tight against her, loving the feel of her soft skin against me.
She moans at my rough treatment and suddenly the need of my cock is impossible to ignore.
“These jeans are going,” I say, and whip them down to her ankles.
Full
(Darcy)
My jeans around my ankles, Liam pins me against the door again, my hair twisted in his hand, holding me in place. My skin burns with desire everywhere it’s in contact with him. Frantic with lust, he squeezes my body with his, and crushes his lips against mine again.
I fight with my legs to get my jeans and panties all the way off. They’re trapped around my ankles, and I do a funny dance to get them all the way off, finally kicking them inside out and away from me.
Liam breaks our kiss, and rests his head alongside mine, the heat of his breath on my neck blows straight to my dripping wet pussy. I want him, I want him to take me now. I am his.
His free hand roves over my body, igniting it further. From deep within me, a moan emerges and escapes my throat.
“Please,” I gasp, “please, I want you so bad.”
“Good, because you have me,” he growls but otherwise ignores the meaning of my request.
With his strong hand, he snaps the strap of my bra and flips the cup down. He palms my tit, massages it until my nipple digs into his hand. I moan and Liam brushes his fingers around my tit. When he reaches my nipple, he pinches it hard between his fingers. Tingles of pleasure shoot from my nipple to my pussy.
I yelp, though the pain is the most exquisite pleasure I’ve ever felt. Wetness from my pussy trickles down the inside of my thigh.
“Please,” I say again, my voice breathy.
Liam ignores me, and releases my hair. He uses his newly freed hand to expose my other tit.
With my nipples firm between his fingers, he puts his lips to my ear and in a low voice says, “At first I thought I wanted fuck you hard and fast against the wall, but I’ll do that next time.”
I gasp at Liam’s complete control. Control I’m more than happy to give him, because I trust him completely. I know he’ll do everything and more to make my body explode.
He looks at me, his caramel eyes piercing into my soul. I meet his eyes and stare straight back into his. Into his soul.
This is where I belong. Where we belong.
The buzzing throughout my body overwhelms me and I close my eyes. Without seeing what’s happening, he scoops me in his strong arms and carries me to the main living room.
Instead of choosing the sofa, he lays me on the silk oriental rug and climbs between my legs. He trails kisses up my body, electrifying me. His hands brush over my skin, treating me with a delicacy that was unknown a few moments ago.
His lips reach my neck, causing shivers to race down my spine. As he kisses across my cheek and to my lips, my heart seems like it’s bursting. So much so, that my hand flies to my chest to assure myself it’s still beating properly. And it is beating at a million beats a minute for Liam.
My knees bent and my legs wide, Liam’s tip presses against my entrance. Somehow, my heart beats even faster, racing into a mere flutter in anticipation of our bodies being joined together.
He pushes in, his cock gliding easily against my slick walls. I gasp, and moan, and squeal as my pussy stretches and fills with his huge cock. I wrap my legs around him, wanting him as close to me as possible.
I’d been so on edge that as soon as he is all the way in, my body dissolves and an orgasm washes over me. Waves rush from my head to my toes. I grip his shoulders tight as he moves, thrusting slowly as I spasm around his shaft.
The waves begin to slow, and he closes his lips over mine, kissing me with tenderness and care. But his touch sends me over the edge again and more waves wash through me as another orgasm crashes through me.
It’s more powerful than the first and my eyes roll back into my head at the intensity.
He keeps moving, his slow, steady thrusting makes me feel too many things at once. Love, orgasmic, safe, home.
“Liam,” I moan as a third wave of orgasms pushes through me.
Somehow it’s the most powerful yet and I dissolve onto the rug underneath him.
His thrusting continues, getting faster and deeper, until he groans and fills me with his cum. His throbbing dick matching the spasming of my walls.
Our breathing is ragged, he rolls off me and lies alongside me. We both stare at the ceiling, our breathing rapid, and the waves still moving through me.
“God, I needed that,” he says, lacing his fingers through mine.
“Me too.”
“I don’t think I can go that many days without fucking you ever again. My balls ached.”
“So that’s the real reason you went on Good Morning America? You thought if you were a TV star, you’d get some action.”
The room is filled with his rich chuckle, and I start laughing as well. We both laugh and turn to face each other. We lie on our sides, gazing at each other while we laugh.
Our laughter dies down, but we continue gazing at each other. His gorgeous face is impossible to look away from. After all, he is considered the sexiest man alive. And he’s all mine.
“Let’s go get a drink,” he says.
“I don’t think I can walk right now. My whole body is jelly.”
With a massive grin, Liam stands and leans over. He throws me over his shoulder and carries me to the sitting room beside the wine room. Still naked, he sets me down on the sofa and goes into the wine room. My legs are jelly, every iota of my body pulsates and I swear I’m still having an orgasm.
I close my eyes to enjoy the sensation.
“Here,” he says after a few minutes. I open my eyes and he tries to pass me a glass of white wine.
“I’ll drop it,” I say as I wave it away.
Liam sets both glasses onto the end table, and walks over to the huge window.
“There’s an enormous crowd out there. Ten times the size it was before. They’re blocking half of Central Park West. And there are countless news vans with satellites on their roofs.”
“Shit, really? How are we ever getting out of here?”
“What do we need to get out of here for?”
“I don’t know. We’re going to have to eventually.”
Liam walks back to the sofa, the one where he first told me who he was, sits beside me and drapes his arm over my shoulders.
“Good thing I have a helipad on the roof then.”
I burst out laughing, “Of course you do, and your helicopter will whisk us off to your private jet and we can escape anywhere in the world.”
Liam looks at me with a glint in his eye, and I know he’s being serious.
“I guess that’s our whole new life, huh?”
“Looks like it. But we’re going to embrace it. We’re going to live it to the fullest,” Liam says, giving my shoulders a reassuring squeeze.
“It’ll be interesting.”
“It’ll be amazing because I have you.”
Epilogue
(Darcy)
Two years later
“Stop it!” I squeal in laughter as Liam picks me up and tosses me into the surf.
I splash into a wave, and sink beneath the surface. The warm water bubbles against my skin as I let myself go down. It isn’t deep, maybe five feet, but I want to draw him near, for a surprise counterattack.
I open my eyes, even though the salt will redden them. That’s okay, it will be worth it.
Through the crystal clear water, Liam’s form nears, the tops of his thick thighs covered by black swimming trunks. I’m running out of breath, but I wait.
He comes within touching distance, and I push off the sandy seafloor with all my strength. My body propels through the water, through the surface and onto Liam. I wrap my arms and legs around him, twisting in an attempt to knock him over.
Failed attempt.
He’s just too strong.
“No chance,” he says.
His hands clamp on my ass, and he holds me tight to him.
We’re both laughing. We’ve played this game every day we’re here. Eventually I’ll submerge him. Maybe. Most likely not, but I’ll have fun trying.
It’s pretty much what our life is about now, having fun and enjoying ourselves.
After the day I went back to Liam, we hid in his apartment. No, not hid. Holed up and fucked and planned.
While we were figuring out what to do with life, Chase practically lived in the lobby, making sure no one snuck into the building. Liam hired a security team to guard the other entrances. He told Chase to come into the apartment and rest, that the new security would take over the lobby, but Chase wouldn’t listen. He’d said he didn’t trust them.
The story didn’t blow over. The news vans never left, their belief was we had to come out and make a statement at some point, and after so many days inside, today must be the day.
The crowd got smaller, but a few hardcore people with nothing better to do stayed. Plus there were the tourists who saw the commotion and thought something exciting was actually happening, so hung around for awhile.
After six days, we’d figured out a rough plan of what we wanted to do with our lives.
Exactly one week after his appearance on Good Morning America, Liam broke the internet all over again.
We’d invited George Stephanopoulos for another interview, this one to be held at Liam’s apartment. Naturally, Chase escorted them the entire time, saying no one was going inside the apartment without him there.
We let them look around a few of the rooms and then Chase escorted them to the rooftop terrace for the interview.
“Mr. Bannerman, good to see you again. I hear we’re going to meet your mystery woman today as well,” George said when he’d first entered the terrace.
“You’re going to do more than meet her. Do you have any objections to having us get married on your show?”
I was watching from the other side of the bushes, out of view of the film crew. It’s a good thing the two of them were shaking hands, otherwise I think George would’ve fallen over at getting the story of the century.
When the live show started, George spoke to the camera with such excitement, he could barely contain himself.
It perhaps wasn’t the wisest choice of a wedding, in hindsight.
We’d only come up with the plan three days before, not a whole lot of time to find your dream wedding dress. Especially when you can’t go outside, and didn’t want anyone to know what was happening or who was getting married.
At least I got to finally see the fifth-floor fuck pad before the lease ended. I used it to have a wedding dress boutique come and bring me dresses, without them realizing who I was marrying.
Compared to the penthouse suite, the fifth-floor pad was small. And sterile, with only minimal furniture and no personal touches of any sort. Just the kind of place you’d bring a one-night stand.
I picked my dress from a selection of ten, and they made the adjustments in rush time. It had a fitted bodice embellished with lace and beadwork, and an A-line skirt that have a few of the embroidered embellishments around it.
There’s no doubt it was pretty. But it wasn’t my dream dress, especially since I was seen in it for a billion internet views.
Yeah, a billion.
Needless to say, we really are the couple who broke the internet. We had no idea that would happen.
In his tailored tuxedo, Liam stood on the raised decking where we’d first had dinner. The official we’d hired stood beside him, his eyes wide with excitement at what he was a part of.
The cameras followed me as I emerged from my hiding spot, and walked across the terrace to Liam. I’d walked the thirty or so feet by myself, but if you watch the video back closely, you can see me holding the crook of my left elbow out.
It may sound silly, but at the time, I swore Tanner was walking me down the aisle. I still believe it. In those few steps, I knew the love I had for Tanner was forever, the same as my love for Liam. My heart really is big enough for two. And I’ve carved out a piece of it for Tanner, where he lives. I don’t talk about it with anyone, but I visit him in it every day.
For wedding favors, we handed out chocolate truffles Liam had made to all the cast and crew. We’d made quite a few of them that week, though not necessarily all of them in the most hygienic way. Those ones we kept for ourselves.
We even sent a bunch down to Chase to hand out to the crowd. We’d wrapped them in notes saying I attended the wedding of Darcy Knight and William Bannerman.
Our vows were short and sweet. They were a public formality and a way of taking Liam off the World’s Most Eligible Bachelor list. Our real commitment to each other was best expressed in private, physically.
As soon as the ceremony ended, Liam, Chase and I climbed into the waiting helicopter.
A few hours later, the private jet we’d transferred to touched down in the Virgin Islands and then transferred to yet another helicopter. Ten minutes later, we landed on a private island with a great, big wooden house on it.
I hadn’t known where we were going. Liam said he wanted to surprise me.
“Where are we?” I’d asked as we walked away from the helicopter.
“My bunker.”
“Bunker?”
“Yes. I should’ve just skipped everything else and brought you here the first night, right after your cousin’s wedding,” he said, chuckling.
The lush island is the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen. It’s truly paradise.
I splash some of the turquoise water at Liam’s face.
“You want more?” He asks, and he tosses me back into the surf again.
I love our private island. We spend most of our time her
e, though we’ve been going off and doing other fun stuff whenever the mood strikes us.
Safari in Africa this week? Sure. Scuba diving in the Great Barrier Reef? Absolutely. Fine dining in Tokyo? Yum.
We really are doing whatever we want, whenever we want.
Of course, that’s all about to end.
On the day after our marriage, I phoned my father. It was the first time I’d turned my phone on since I’d turned it off the day I send Liam the text message. My finger trembled as I hit the call button.
“Darcy, thank God you called. I’ve been so worried about you,” he’d said, and I immediately relaxed.
“I wanted to see how you’re doing.”
“Didn’t you get any of my messages?”
I hadn’t. By the time I’d turned my phone back on, the voicemail was full and I hadn’t gotten around to it yet.
“No, I haven’t checked my messages.”
“I’ve been leaving you them since the day after you quit. At first I wanted to apologize to your face, but after a few messages, I ended up apologizing to your voicemail.”
My heart raced in my chest. My father never apologized to anyone for anything, ever.
“Apologize for what?”
“Being such a screw-up of a father. You deserved better. I have the best daughter ever and somehow I made her feel like a piece of crap.”
“You do?”
“Darcy, I deserved everything you said to me. You deserved nothing that I said to you. And I’m sorry,” he said in a soft voice that reminded me of the way he used to speak with me when I was a teenager and he was trying to console me for my mother taking off and abandoning us.
“And you did all that before Liam went on Good Morning America?”
“What? Yes. That was something else, though. Did you know?”
My heart burst open in my chest, and my eyes welled with tears. I closed my eyes to stop the tears from falling, swallowed hard, and said, “Thank you, Dad.”
“I wish I’d made the wedding.”
“Sorry, it was a bit—”
“You don’t need to apologize,” he’d interrupted. “I didn’t deserve to after the way I treated you.”
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