by Leigh James
That wasn’t the only thing that was massive.
His erection sprang out in front of him, inch after thick inch. He was huge. I started to panic. Was that going to fit?
Finding out seemed like a very, very bad idea and a very, very good one all at the same time.
Gabe stalked around and lit candles, bringing a warm glow to the room. Finally, he came back to the bed. He kissed me gently and brushed the hair from my face. “It’s your first time,” he said quietly. “And even though you just want me for my body, I still want it to be special.”
I smiled at him, in spite of my growing apprehension at the size of his endowment. “It’s already special,” I said, a little breathlessly. “But thank you.”
He beamed at me, then leaned over to his nightstand. He pulled out a foil packet from his drawer and tossed it on the bed.
I looked at him quickly. “You don’t need that.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Lauren, babe, I know you don’t have a lot of experience, but virgins can get pregnant. That’s just a rumor they like to circulate in high school.” He laughed, and I swatted him.
“I’m…I’m on the pill. I have been for weeks.” I could feel a furious blush creep over me. The truth was, I’d called my physician and had her write me a birth control prescription the day I’d left Gabe. I’d wanted to be prepared for any eventuality, even if I’d felt silly taking it every day. “The chance of me becoming pregnant is zero point one percent.”
“Ooh—decimals. Sexy. I like it. And are you comfortable with that particular percentage?”
“I’m satisfied with that math. Plus, I want to…feel you. I want to feel all of you.” Desperate to have him inside me, I wanted to finally feel him, all of him. I swallowed. “Have you been…tested recently?”
His eyes flashed at me. “I get tested regularly. I’m free and clear.”
“Then, let’s proceed.”
“How clinical of you.” He laughed again and laid me back gently. “You can take the scientist out of the lab…” He loomed over me, his eyes sparkling. “Actually, it’s pretty fun taking the scientist out of the lab. I could get used to this.”
He kissed me deeply, and I remembered what he’d promised. You’re gonna come for me baby, and I’m going to loosen you up. Then, I’m going to enter you, nice and slow.
Anticipation coursed through me. His hardness was between my legs, the deep ache inside me intensifying.
Our tongues continued to tangle together, and Gabe ran his hands down my body with a renewed fervor. He moved his mouth down me, kissing and gently biting at my nipples, before finding his way in between my legs again. He parted me and licked my clit urgently. I threw my head back and moaned, desire and pleasure ripping through me, making me crazy. I ran my hands over him as he buried his face between my legs.
Then, he entered me with two fingers, massaging me deep inside. The combination of the two sensations unraveled me. I’d been ready earlier—I started to fall apart, to come, screaming his name as he sucked on my clit relentlessly. I bucked beneath him as my body shook, totally under his control. The edges of my vision blurred, so I closed my eyes, giving myself over to the riptide that was crashing over me and bringing me out to sea.
The aftershocks of my orgasm rippled through me as Gabe continued to lick my clit. I could feel myself under his spell, swollen and aroused beyond any sense. I thought he would stop, but he kept licking and sucking until I writhed underneath him again, almost crying, begging for him to enter me. He did, but only with his fingers, stretching and searching and stroking me, taking his goddamned time. I bucked my hips, wanting to feel more of him.
Instead, he pulled his fingers out and sat back as I lay there, panting and shaking with the most overwhelming desire I’d ever felt for anything.
“I think you’re ready for me.” He positioned his thick cock between my legs, fisting himself. I watched, licking my lips. He put his tip against my wetness, rubbing himself against me, getting himself slick. Then, he rubbed his entire, erect length against me, up to my clit, making me cry out. “You’re so ready.” He positioned himself over me and entered me with just his tip. He leaned over me and kissed me, and I moaned, reveling in the taste of him, his male scent mingled with the taste of my sex still on his lips.
He leaned back a little, grabbing my leg at the thigh and opening me up a little more. We locked eyes for a second, and underneath all the heat was something so much more. I reached out and ran my fingertips down his chest as he watched me, his pupils dilated. “I am ready,” I said. “And I’m so glad it’s you.”
A smile of pure joy broke out over his face, my reward for being brave enough to say that to him. He entered me, slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. My breath hitched, adjusting to the fullness, but all the fear had left me. He palmed my breast and continued to enter me slowly. I felt a flash of pain, but then he was all the way in. I sighed in relief, in the feeling of fullness. We were completely connected, his thick cock notched snugly inside of me.
Oh my God.
“Oh fuck, Lauren. You’re so tight.” His ragged voice was barely contained. He continued to thrust, still slowly, as my body stretched to accommodate his. I kept my leg up as he buried himself in me. I cried out as his hips continued to work, feeling his length inside me, touching parts of me I’d never known existed. Pleasure lit up through my whole body, a hundred parts of me coming alive under his touch. He put his fingers in his mouth, then used them to wet my already-sensitive nipples, twisting them until I arched and bucked against him. The combination of sensations was making me wild.
Gabe moaned, a low sound, and plunged into me deeper. I felt my body clench around him, trying to suck everything out of him. He went deeper and deeper, his hands on my hips, pulling me against him. Our bodies collided against each other and started to glisten with sweat.
I looked up and saw the cords standing out on his neck, his muscles taut, his drives turning ragged and almost savage. “I want you to come.” His words were a command, urgent, almost strangled.
That was all I needed. I was already so close to the edge. He reached down and circled my clit, and there were no more thoughts, just overwhelming sensation. “Gabe!” My body shook with the force of my orgasm. All my muscles clenched as I ground myself against his cock. He fucked me through my orgasm, urgently, and then he buried his face against my chest, moaning, finding his release deep inside me.
Later, after the sweat had dried from our bodies and our breathing had returned to normal, Gabe propped himself up a little and looked at me. God, he was gorgeous. His face was relaxed and happy, his hair slightly messed up.
He brushed the hair from my face and leaned down to kiss me sweetly. “That was amazing.”
I grinned at him. “It was. It was absolutely amazing.”
“Are you sore?”
The smile refused to leave my face. “A little. It was worth it.”
He leaned over me, tracing my jaw with his fingertips. Desire pooled in my belly at his touch. Even though I was sore, I wanted him. Again. Still.
“You wanted me to be your first.”
I swallowed and nodded, still slightly surprised I’d been able to say that to him.
“Now I want something.”
I looked up at him, watching his face and holding my breath.
“I want to be your last.”
Chapter 12
His words thrilled me, and did nothing to quiet the flames of desire I felt. I opened my mouth then closed it, not knowing what to say.
He put his finger over my lips, watching me intently. “If you want this to be just sex, fine. But no one else is getting in there. You’re mine.”
Shock and pleasure raced through me at his words. Mine. It felt so primal.
I laughed, trying to keep my tone light. “I don’t think you need to worry about other suitors. The only competition you’ve got is my work.”
“Fine. Then I don’t suppose you’ll have any trouble promising me
.”
My breath hitched. “Promising you what?”
He sat up again and leaned over me. He was aroused again, large and heavy against me. He traced his fingers down my body lightly. “That I’m going to be the only one. That your body is reserved for me. My hands. My mouth.” He pushed his erection between my legs and rubbed against me, feeling my slickness. “My cock.”
His eyes were hooded. “You’re already wet for me again.” He sucked on his fingers for an instant, then they were on me, fingering my soft, tender folds and finding my clit. I was sore, but that almost increased the pleasure. He slowly rubbed circles around my engorged nub, and I felt my body open up under him, wet again, almost against my will. His circles got tighter as he found the bud, rolling it beneath his fingers, making me arch and moan.
He put his cock against my slit and lazily rubbed it against me, driving me wild. When he put the tip inside me, I arched against him, wanting him to claim me in spite of my soreness. I could feel how wet I was, drenching the tip of him. He grunted, tensing his hips, not entering me.
“Gabe.” I grabbed his ass, digging my nails into him. “Please.”
His eyes burned into mine. “Not unless you say it.”
He was so close to entering me, to bringing me that fullness again. I wanted him. I wanted him so badly, and in so many different ways, that my head hurt. And what he was saying, that he wanted me to be his and only his, struck a chord deep inside me. I wanted that to be true.
He thrust into me a little, and I cried out in relief. Then he pulled out immediately. He was a better negotiator than I’d given him credit for.
“You’re the only one. I promise. I only want you.” I said it desperately, all in a rush, and I irrevocably meant it. The little beasts of feelings were rattling their cages, ready to bust loose. I felt my cheeks blush furiously as his eyes bore into mine, his cock so, so close. “Only your hands, your mouth.” I leaned up and kissed him tenderly, letting my tongue connect with his.
When I pulled back, my cheeks were flaming. “Only your…cock.”
“Good girl.” He kissed me tenderly, but then he pushed me back onto the bed and lifted my leg again, opening me up. His crown pulsed at my opening, making me wild for him. “As your reward, I’m going to give you what you want.” Then he entered me to his hilt, all at once.
My body stretched to accommodate his. My eyes rolled back in my head as he started to drive into me deeply, claiming me. He was less tentative this time, more sure that my body was ready for him, and I relished his rough edges. Waves of pleasure crashed over me as he mercilessly thrust, giving me just what I wanted, what I hadn’t even known I’d wanted until tonight.
“I feel like your body was made for me.” He held my hips down as he delved into me, deeper and deeper. Time stopped for me as I gave myself over to the sensation of being fucked, hard. His body glistened with sweat, and I ran my hands over his muscles, greedy for every touch, every sensation. I cried out, close to the edge again.
He was deep inside me. He kept his hands on my hips and kept mercilessly thrusting. Our bodies crashed together and my vision blurred. I was coming again, my body’s powerful response to his overtaking me. I dragged my nails down his back.
When he was satisfied I’d orgasmed, he started to come. He spent himself into me, still holding my hips. I clenched around him, spiraling again, as he grunted and filled me completely.
Our orgasms shook the bed.
There was no more talking after that. I could barely think. It was only later, as I drifted off to sleep in his arms, that one stray thought appeared. Once I take you, you might not want me to let you go.
Of course, he was right. It was then that I realized I might really be fucked…in more ways than one.
I woke up to the sun blazing through the windows, Gabe’s arms wrapped around me.
He was asleep. The sun played off his hair, glinting against the shiny darkness of it. I smiled at him as he slept, at his warmth, at his gorgeous face. I blushed as memories of the previous night came back. I tentatively ran my hands over my body, and I felt the soreness, coupled with a looseness and a sense of…well-being I’d never experienced before.
I’d finally used my body the way nature had intended. And it had been a beautiful, mind-blowing, extraordinary experience. I looked at Gabe’s handsome face again. Warmth bloomed in my chest.
Then I remembered the rest of last night—that Clive Warren was sharing my specs with someone who was trying to copy my prototype.
Cursing, I got up, careful not to wake Gabe. I picked his T-shirt up off the floor and pulled it on, inhaling the scent of him, aching for him…and not just his big, sexy body. All of him. I cursed again. My hormones and my feelings were running wild.
Just perfect.
I headed out quietly to the front of the house and fumbled through my bag for my phone. I had six missed text messages—five from Leo and one from Hannah.
I read Hannah’s first, just to make sure she was okay. Where the hell are you?
At Gabe’s, I texted back. Am fine. For now. I was fine for now.
I took a deep breath and opened up Leo’s messages.
I’m finding some fucked-up shit.
Another email to Clive from that source.
I’m trying to figure out who.
Call me when you get this.
There’s something else—don’t want to text.
The last one was sent at four forty in the morning. It was now six.
I cursed again, then punched in his number as I paced, trying to get my breathing under control. Leo picked up before it even finished ringing.
“Are you okay?” I asked immediately, fearing the worst.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m still at the office. Everything’s fine here.”
I blew out a shaky breath. “What did you find?”
After a beat, Leo said, “I’m not…sure.”
“Hold on,” I said. I fired up my laptop and logged into Paragon remotely. “I’m in the system. Send me what you’re looking at.” I waited quietly while he worked. After a few moments, images of emails appeared on my screen. “This is all encrypted, right?”
“Of course,” Leo said. “I feel like the stakes are getting even higher. It’s not like I would forget.”
He sounded upset, which was a red flag. Leo was difficult to rattle. Most of the time, he was completely monosyllabic. I opened up the email. It was from an address I didn’t recognize, at a numeric dot-com. “This is being sent from somewhere in China,” I said. China was the only country I knew of that operated with a numeric online address system.
“I know, but I can’t trace it. Not yet. That’s part of what has me worried. I traced it from that proxy server in Russia, but I can’t get any farther than this.”
I scrolled through the email. It was a form letter to Clive, addressed “To Whom It May Concern.” Attached were ten documents. I opened them one by one, my stomach plummeting. The files contained updated plans for my prototype, along with a materials list. Whoever was sending these emails was working furiously on the patch. They’d even made progress overnight. They must have an army of brilliant scientists tackling the outdated specs.
I shook with outrage. “Well, this is fucking horrible.”
“Lauren?” Leo sounded worried. “Are you okay?”
I hung up without answering. I couldn’t talk. I scrolled through the emails again. I felt my world spinning completely out of control.
Fuck you, Clive. I’m going to gut you.
“What’s that?” Gabe asked, walking up behind me. He rubbed his eyes and peered over my shoulder at the screen. His voice was still groggy with sleep.
“Clive Warren sold my technology to the Chinese.” As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I knew they were true. I also knew this was worst-case scenario.
Gabe looked at me sharply, instantly more alert. “What’re you talking about?”
I pointed at the screen. “This.” My voice trembl
ed. “This is an email Leo picked up from Warren Technologies. It’s from China. Whoever sent it is working around the clock on the specs for the patch.”
Gabe scrolled through the documents, not saying anything. His mouth was set in a grim line as he went to the kitchen and fired up the coffeemaker. He ran his hands over his head, looking lost in his own thoughts.
I looked at the email again, wincing. “You don’t seem that surprised.”
“Are you?”
I nodded. “I’m floored.” I was also afraid—afraid to lose this race, and so angry that I scared myself.
“I wish I was.” Gabe handed me a mug of steaming coffee, then leaned back against the island and stared out the windows at the sun coming up. “I should have planned for this. Clive’s too much of a weasel to have done all this on his own.”
“If he were just a weasel, I’d run him over with my car.”
“I can arrange that.” Gabe didn’t sound as though he were kidding.
“I’m so angry, I might let you.” I got up and started pacing. “This is it. This is full-scale war. I’m calling Leo, and I’m going to tell him to let a virus loose on Warren Technologies.”
Gabe let me pace for a minute, then he spoke up. “We can’t.”
I whirled on him. “Why the hell not?”
“Because even if we shut Clive down, we won’t be able to stop his partner. On top of that, if you go in and start ripping up his files, he’s going to know you’ve hacked him. Think about it. The only thing we have going for us right now is that he doesn’t know we’re aware of what he’s up to. I say, get your legal team together this morning. There’s more than one way to win a war.”
Adrenaline and fury thrummed through me. “I know that legally, we don’t have much recourse against a foreign corporation. That’s the downside of trade secret protection.”