“I’m not going to break.”
He rose up on his hands and knees, hovering over her. “I don’t want to interfere with your dessert. I’d feel horrible if I made you come so hard you buried your face in that creamy pie.”
She snorted, but yeah, she wouldn’t mind at all. “You’re welcome to try.”
He pushed her thighs open and had his upper body planted between her knees before she could get the fork in her mouth again. “I hoped you’d say that.”
For years, he’d had agonizing fantasies about his Dream Mistress.
Harsh and fierce, She’d force him to his knees, fist Her hand in his hair, and drag his mouth to do Her bidding. He’d lick until his tongue was numb and still She would demand more, coming over and over while he waited in agony on his knees. She’d force him to service Her in every way imaginable with only his tongue, using his face until he wanted to die.
He’d needed the force and humiliation because deep down, he hadn’t really thought he’d find a woman who would welcome his needs, no matter how dirty and raw. If She forced him, then there was no conscience. No guilt. He hadn’t had a choice.
Lilly didn’t have to force him, because she found no guilt in pleasure. She enjoyed sex as much as she enjoyed to eat, open, honest and so damned hot he could come just from listening to her.
He slid his tongue beneath the thong and she groaned so loud he had to stop and see if she was eating pie…or enjoying him.
And it was all him.
She lifted her hips and reached down to push the thong down her hips as far as she could, and he dragged them the rest of the way. She didn’t go back flat on her stomach, but remained on her knees. Giving him full access to whatever he wanted. The hell if she didn’t sway her killer ass back and forth in a flirtatious come-hither dance that made his mouth go dry.
No shame in having her ass high in the air. Not like for him today on the boat. She didn’t care if he just looked at her. In fact, she cocked her head over her shoulder and wriggled her ass some more just to watch him squirm.
He had to clear his throat to find a single word. “What are my limits?”
On her elbows, she swiped her fingers in a healthy dollop of whipped cream and then reached down to smear it right where she wanted him, and by the way her breath caught, her aim was unfailingly true. “Make me come. I don’t care how.”
In other words, free license, as long as it felt good. “Are you up for a challenge?”
She let out a wicked laugh and dropped back down on her belly, though she cocked up on one hip slightly so she could look back at him. “Always, lover boy.”
“Do you think you can finish your piece of pie before I make you come?”
Her eyes narrowed. “That’s a big fucking piece of pie.”
“It is.” He agreed, trailing his fingertips down her hip and along the hollows behind her knees. “And you’ve already had a taste of my technique.”
She shivered, and he wasn’t sure whether it was from the sensitivity of her knees or the memory of last night. “You know I like a challenge.”
“And I’m the kind of man who always gets what I want.”
As if deep in thought, she dipped her finger in chocolate and popped it in her mouth. “What do you want? Because if you think you can make me beg, I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to get it up again for a week.”
For a moment, he couldn’t move, let alone speak. She might have meant it as a threat, but it sure didn’t sound half bad in his opinion. However, he had no intention of making her beg. The very idea offended him. Naturally he hated the idea that she planned to make him beg, but he was the submissive. It was only fitting he be brought low by his Mistress, if she were strong enough to do it.
And Lilly’s definitely strong enough.
“I wouldn’t even think to try and do that to you,” he finally managed to say. “I just want…”
She cocked her head, watching him intently but waiting for him to answer.
There was so much he wanted to say. The words built up in his chest, a heavy pressure threatening to stop his heart. I need you so badly. My heart and soul are yours. If you leave me I’ll die. I’ll keel over right here and never get up. I love you, Lilly Harrison.
But she wouldn’t believe it. Not so soon. It was just good sex. He was just one well-satisfied submissive. It couldn’t be more than that so soon.
He certainly couldn’t blame her for such doubts. After all, he’d only known her for a few days. But I’ve been waiting to find her for a lifetime.
If I can’t tell her…I’ll just have to show her.
“I want to make you come so hard you look like you’ve just won a pie-eating contest.”
Startled, she laughed and rolled back on her stomach. “All right, lover boy. In this, your wish is my command. Just remember the consequences if you take me that high.”
Once she came, she’d be out of control, taking whatever she wanted. His voice cracked when he said, “That’s why I put down a tarp, so to speak.”
“Good thinking. I wouldn’t want to have to explain to Annette why you needed new carpet yet again.”
He flattened his palm in the small of her back, rubbed down the full curve of her ass and down to cup her pussy in his hand. He didn’t rub or slide his fingers—he just wanted to hold her. To feel the surge of her desire as he kissed one cheek and then the other. Maybe she didn’t know how wondrous it made him feel to know she was already wet. It hadn’t taken foreplay or even a scene. She’d only come out of the bathroom minutes ago. Yet she was so wet he could slide deep now without hesitation or worry that she wasn’t ready to take him despite his size. Her desire floored him. She wants me as badly as I want her.
Light and soft, he dipped his tongue into the hollows at the small of her back and teased along the ridges of her spine. When he grazed with his teeth in a playful bite, she arched her back and purred. Bolder, he pressed tiny nips along the bottom of her cheek, his sweet spot. When the crop came down there where his ass joined his thigh, it sent him higher than any blow on any other part of his body. Evidently she liked it too because she squirmed against his hand, demanding more.
He licked deeper until he tasted the whipped cream and she writhed against his tongue. Groaning, she pushed back against him, lifting up to put him right where she wanted. Kneading her hips, he pulled her apart, widening access to her core. He couldn’t get enough of her. Her taste, her heat, the reckless way she rubbed on him, taking what she wanted. He pressed his teeth into the delicate outer lips, sharp little bites that drove her insane. She rocked in his grasp, forcing him to grip her hips harder to keep her still. Yet she still managed to twist and work enough to get his fingers inside her.
Then she started to ride him in earnest, lifting her ass, rocking back on him. He’d joked about putting her face in the pie plate, but he was the one with his face buried. He didn’t even try to control his movements let alone attempt to torment her. Instead, he just offered up his tongue, his lips, his entire face available for her. Her moan rose in intensity and she shuddered against him. He locked onto her flesh, sucking whatever he could get into his mouth. Fighting not to come himself, he almost didn’t hear the whispered sigh of his name.
Donovan.
That brought him up in a hurry. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he intended to hold her until she calmed, hugging her against his chest. However, she had other ideas. Her back humped and she almost managed to toss him off. When that failed, she reached back and dug her nails into his hamstrings. He ended up dropping his weight against her, pinning her beneath him. She had cheesecake on her chin and chocolate in her hair, but the pie was mostly gone. Just chocolate smears and a few crumbs left. Arching beneath him, she heaved up against him, but she didn’t have a prayer of throwing him off.
Panting, she finally quieted beneath him. “Sorry. I forgot I told you this was your night.”
Surprised she’d even think she had to apologize, he lifted up to his ha
nds and knees on top of her. “I thought you were going to peel my hide off for pressing you down.”
“Hardly.” She kept her head low but rose up on her knees, pressing up against his groin. “If I wanted you off of me, I’d have gotten a grip on your dick that would bring you under control in a heartbeat.”
He couldn’t quite picture what she meant, until she shoved her hand down between her legs and managed to get the head of his cock between her thumb and index finger.
“See?” She gave him a tug, pulling him tight against her, and broke sweat out on his forehead. “Any man is guided by his little head.”
He’d never realized she’d be able to dominate him even if he had the upper hand so to speak. Bigger, stronger and heavier, he ought to have been the one taking her. Doggie style with her head low, ass high, she ought to have been somewhat submissive. Not my Lilly. “So I see. And where do you want to guide me?”
“Here.” She rubbed just the head of his cock in the tantalizing moisture before pushing him inside. “Now it’s your job to make me scream.”
He buried to the hilt in one hard lunge that made her gasp and throw her head back against his shoulder. “Your wish is my command.”
With long, slow thrusts, he tried to make it last as long as possible. He didn’t want this night to ever end. Even if it meant he never came again. But she was so tight, rocking with him, her low, hoarse cries lighting a fire in him. Harder, deeper, he couldn’t stop driving into her. Drunk on her sounds of pleasure, he gripped her hips and flexed his buttocks, driving as deep as she could physically take him.
Twisting her hands in the blanket, she growled out, “There. Hit that spot again.”
Sweat trickled down his back, but he fought to rein himself in enough to give her the slow, deep rub inside again. It wasn’t a thrust, not exactly. He was barely moving, every inch of him encased in her sweet, tight body. Her muscles clamped down on him and he was almost gone, almost lost in the mad haze of release, but he fought it off. Panting, he gripped her hips, back arched, and groaned.
“Let go,” she whispered. “Just let go. I want to feel you in all your wild glory.”
A tremor racked him, dragging another rough sound from his throat. Not yet. I want her to know what she means to me.
Leaning down, he laid his cheek against her shoulder and slid his hands along her arms to entwine his fingers with hers. Ever so slowly, he drew back, an agonizing withdrawal that made her quiver and squeeze his hands. He pushed back inside just as slowly, driving back as deeply as before. Again. She twisted beneath him, arching and pushing back against him to try and get him to go faster.
“You feel so good,” she groaned. “So big. You’re hitting me deeper than anyone ever has. Such a big, thick dick, Donovan. I want to feel it pumping in and out of me, hard and fast and long.”
“Not fair,” he ground out.
She let out a ragged laugh. “Everything’s fair when I’m trying to get lover boy to turn into sexy beast. Where’s your roar and growl?”
He couldn’t resist letting out a rough growl against her ear. “Like this?”
“Harder. Try to pound me through the floor.”
Again, he couldn’t refuse to give her what she wanted. The thud of flesh, the desperate edge of her voice, the tight, hot grip of her body. He couldn’t hold back. Even if it meant he roared before she finally gave him the scream of release he’d been trying to earn.
Collapsing beside her, he gathered her in his arms. She snuggled into him with a pleased little sigh and promptly went to sleep. Tenderly, he pushed her tumbled hair back off her face and used the blanket to wipe the chocolate off her chin. Another time, I’m going to make slow, sweet love to you, Lilly Harrison.
Chapter Fifteen
Tired but pleased with a very productive day, Lilly walked into Morgan Industries at 5:05 p.m. Gathering her perky pink Coach bag from her desk, Miss Wruthers jumped to attention. “Miss Harrison.”
Her tone said, What the hell are you doing here? “Miss Wruthers, please, just call me Lilly.”
The other woman sniffed and didn’t make the same offer in exchange. Her perfectly plucked brows arched as she took in Lilly’s casual attire. Yeah, maybe the “Bite me, I love it” T-shirt wasn’t the best choice to wear into an office setting, but she’d been too pleased with her day’s work to go home and change.
“I take it you accepted Mr. Morgan’s commission for the windows?”
“I did.” Lilly smiled and tightened her grip on the portfolio. She already had some preliminary sketches to show him. “It’s a big project, but I’m excited about what we’re going to be able to do. It’ll definitely make an impression on people as they pass through to the light-rail station.”
“Let’s just hope it’s the right impression.” Miss Wruthers smiled back but it was all teeth and nothing friendly. “He might have gotten you at a bargain discount price but let’s hope the windows don’t end up looking like a cheap reproduction.”
Oh so that’s how it is. Lilly inwardly sighed but didn’t let her face betray any emotion. Evidently Miss Wruthers had decided she was competition. Though how she thought Donovan would go for a woman like her, she had no idea. The shy, breathy secretary she’d met the first day had just been a calculated act. One that was totally off base if the woman was trying to snare his attention. Evidently Lilly didn’t warrant the full-blown act. “I personally guarantee it won’t look like a cheap reproduction. But I’m leaning toward something chapel-ish. Or maybe medieval. I think he’d love something along those lines, don’t you?”
Miss Wruthers rummaged in her purse and pulled out a lipstick. Ignoring Lilly, she lovingly coated her lips a delicate pink that matched her suit perfectly. Actually, her suit looked extremely nice. Along with a Coach bag. Her heels were also a very nice cream and pink slingback in a classic style. It just screamed snooty grand old family. Would a woman like her really be happy working as a secretary? Even for a rich man like Donovan?
“I’m sorry, Lilly, but I can’t quite imagine a woman like you pulling off anything chapel-ish.”
She didn’t even try to hold back the laugh. “Oh, Miss Wruthers, you have no idea.”
“Why are you here anyway?” Miss Wruthers glared at her over her mirror. “He’s not expecting you. If you must see him, I’ll have to check his calendar. He might have five minutes Thursday or Friday to squeeze you in.”
“On the contrary, Miss Wruthers.” At his voice, Miss Wruthers jumped like someone had goosed her and hastily shoved the lipstick into her bag. Mr. Morgan cocked his hip against the doorway. “You’re late, Miss Harrison.”
Every inch the sumptuous wealthy businessman, Donovan took Lilly’s breath away. There was just something about a man in a gorgeous suit. Especially when I’ve eaten cherry pie off his cock and he’s eaten chocolate pie off my pussy. “Traffic was heavy.”
His eyes narrowed, his lips thin with disapproval. “You know how I feel about you driving.”
“I know,” she said brightly. Thanks to him, her car had been waiting for her in her driveway, freshly washed and serviced. With so many new stickers all over the windshield he must have had everything inside serviced down to the tires he’d been so critical of. “Are you ready for dinner?”
“Do you need anything else, Mr. Morgan?” Miss Wruthers asked in a futile effort to get his attention back on her.
He didn’t even look at her, but kept those dark eyes locked on Lilly. “Did you arrange for the driver tomorrow?”
“Of course, sir. He’ll arrive at eight tomorrow morning.”
“Make it ten. Miss Harrison isn’t a morning person.”
Miss Wruthers’s lips tightened, making her mouth look like a shriveled-up prune. “Shall he pick her up at her home? In Oakdale, isn’t it?”
“No,” Donovan said without elaborating. “Have him make himself available here.”
Because I’ll be sleeping in Mr. Morgan’s bed. Again. Lilly had to smother a chuckle at the strangle
d look on the secretary’s face. She definitely had designs on her boss. Had being the operative word.
“All right,” Miss Wruthers replied stiffly. “Good night, Mr. Morgan.”
If the woman had at least tried to be polite—for instance, if she’d simply said goodnight to her too—Lilly wouldn’t have felt the need to poke at her. “Pencil me in every evening at five this week, Miss Wruthers. I have several things I need to discuss with Mr. Morgan. Important things.” Like collars, stained glass designs and what Dmitri is offering for dessert tonight.
Naturally the woman didn’t acknowledge her request until Mr. Morgan confirmed it. “An excellent idea which will ensure I’m done with work on time each day.”
“As you wish, Mr. Morgan.” Miss Wruthers turned back at the elevator and gave him a hesitant smile. But he still wouldn’t look in her direction. In fact, he’d crossed his arms and glowered at Lilly. With one last glare in her direction, Miss Wruthers stepped on the elevator and headed home.
“Did you drive?”
“No.”
“The bus?”
She smiled. “Nope.”
He let his arms fall and stepped away from the door. “Let me shut down my computer and then I’d like to show you a possible warehouse site you can use for production.”
“As long as we eat soon.”
He sat down behind his desk and started putting things away until the glossy top was bare. “Do you want to go to Dmitri’s? Or may I take you somewhere new?”
“As long as I don’t have to change my clothes, I don’t care. I’m starving. Do you want to see what I’ve got so far here? Or wait?”
“If you’re hungry, let’s wait. We can even go to the warehouse afterward since I already own it.”
She frowned. “You already owned it—before you knew I needed space? Or you bought it today?”
“Not today.”
Leaning down to brace her hand on the desk, she narrowed a glare on him. “But…?”
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