by Linda Verji
Her breath was rough as she murmured, "Not now."
"Why not?"
"I- mm," she whimpered when he flicked his tongue over her neck and turned her face slightly toward him. He took advantage of her new position to set his mouth over hers. She allowed him a brief suckle of her lip before she turned her face away again. "We ca - can't. Everyone's still - still awake. Anyone could walk in right now."
He lowered one hand behind her to the door's lock. Its snap was enough answer to her concern.
"Damián, please, wait. We can't. Not yet."
"Then when?" He moved his hand to her ass and squeezed
Her breath hitched. "Oh."
Her lips parted in shock and he swooped in. Catching her by surprise, he caught her gasp with his mouth as he dipped his tongue in. Sweet Jesus! Her taste was like an aphrodisiac breathing desire into his body. Aiko lifted her palm to his chest as if to push him away.
Only she didn't!
Her fists curled over his shirt and her tongue met his uncertainly. Sensation raced through his body at her tentative acquiescence. Her lips were so sweet, tender yet uncertain under his, like a butterfly fluttering her desire yet too scared to grab it. Determined to draw her completely into the kiss, he set both hands on her waist and hardened the kiss.
Crashed his mouth to hers.
Lashed his tongue against hers.
Inhaled her taste.
The kiss was firmer; commanding rather than coaxing. And her response? It was better than he hoped. She melted into him like chocolate seared by heat. Her arms looped over his shoulders as she fell into the kiss. This time she was just as determined to take as he was to give. Her lips met him kiss for kiss and her tongue swept into his mouth tasting him as he was tasting her.
It was amazing. Every nerve, muscle, bone in his body sang with pleasure at her unreserved response. Desire raced through his blood urging him to do more - much more. So he did. He edged his hands higher up her flanks to her armpits and lifted her. She was so in sync with him that he didn't need to tell her what to do. She automatically hooked her legs around his waist.
Smiling against her lips, he lowered his hand to her ass - her sexy, voluptuous ass - then turned and headed for his desk. As soon as they got there, he set her on its oak top and pushed her dress high above her thighs so he could stand between her legs.
It wasn't enough. Not even close.
Her dress was still in the way preventing him from sealing his body to hers. With a quick lift of her and some strategic maneuvering he managed to force her dress above her waist. He set her back on the table, gripped her ass and wedged his body between her splayed thighs.
There. Right there.
His khaki slacks and her panties were in the way but, damn, it still felt good to finally be pressed against her core.
"Damián." Her moan and subtle shift against him said that it felt just as good for her as it did for him. Nuzzling her face into his neck and gripping his shoulders, she moaned, "We shouldn't-"
Shouldn't? My how things had changed in the last five minutes.
Smirking, he ground his cock harder against her pussy.
"Oh - oh -okay." Her fingers dug into his shoulders.
"You like that?" he asked, massaging her ass.
Her response came in a harder roll of her pussy into his twitching cock and a firm press of her breasts against his chest. A deep groan rumbled through his body at the delicious thrill her actions wrought. Desperate to feel more of her, he stroked his hands up her body to capture one plump breast.
She was a perfect fit. Her flesh filled his big hand completely, glorious and sexy even covered by her dress. And her reaction when he squeezed was just…
"Aaah." He sucked her moan into his mouth as he squeezed, massaged and crushed the firm globes together. No. He needed to feel her without fabric. Mashing his lips against hers in a fervent kiss, his hands circled her body to stop at the back zipper of her dress. One firm tug, a hiss of the zipper and the back of her dress gaped open. His movements frantic, he jerked the fabric down her arms to liberate the bra-clad bounty beneath it.
"Beautiful." The word fell reflexively from his lips as his gaze dropped to her heaving breasts. The lacy, purple fabric was no real barrier to her lush flesh. In fact with a flick of one strap, one brown nipple popped out. "Beautiful." He leaned down to take the revealed nipple in his mouth.
"Aiiish," Aiko whimpered, her fingers easing into his hair and encouraging him to suckle. "Mmm."
Even as he lashed his tongue over her aroused tip in slow strokes, his hands were busy; unclipping clasps, pushing straps down, throwing the bra away and setting his hand on her other breast. Finally, she was his to feast on.
Damn! She was as delicious as she was responsive.
Each flick of his tongue and stroke of his fingers over her flesh earned him a soft whimper. Her passion was like music to his ears and fire to his desire, igniting him to do more damage. He teased her breasts with his mouth and hands for several minutes, loving how her fingers dug into his skull in obvious pleasure. But he still couldn't get enough of her. He needed more.
Letting her nipple pop out of his mouth, he trailed his lips back up her body to meet her mouth. This time her response to him was desperate; almost as desperate as the need circling his blood. Her breathing was uneven and fast. Her tongue was a whip thrashing against his urgently, and her hand a collar clasped tightly over the nape of his neck to keep his face close to hers. And when she pressed her pussy into his groin, it wasn't teasing. It was a plea for him to give her what she needed.
So he dipped his hand between them.
"OOOH." AIKO GASPED when Damián eased his hand to her inner thigh. She was already at one hundred percent on the desire scale but his touch sent her right over into 'I want you now'. Her grip on his neck and shoulder constricted in an unconscious plea for him to take her over the edge. But Damián, it seemed, was in a teasing mood. His fingers traced the edge of her panty, coming close to but not touching the most important part. Ugh! Why?
When he'd started seducing her, she'd been determined to reel him back into discussing his daughter. But the moment he'd touched her, all hell had broken loose and taken with it all her self-control. Why was she so weak for this man? It wasn't like no other man had come onto her in the last five years. It wasn't like she even liked him. Yet every time he turned those sexy dark eyes in her direction, her body jumped like it was jonesing for a hit and he was her supplier.
A few seductive words and touches, and her defenses had collapsed like a wooden wall in the face of a battering ram. Even the guilt she thought she'd feel for sleeping with a man other than Lincoln was shockingly absent. It was as if her brain could only process Damián, the desire he wreaked and nothing more.
"Touch me," she pleaded in his ear even as she spread her legs just a bit wider for his touch.
"Like this?" He ran a finger over her still-covered pussy.
"More."
"More?" He wedged that finger between her pussy lips right over her clit.
"Yessss," she hissed as electric sensation pinched at her lower body. Her juices spurted out, soaking into the flimsy fabric between his touch and her nakedness. "More."
"How much more?" His hot breath washed over her neck even as he pushed the gusset of her panties aside to set his fingers over her bare pussy.
"Oh my God." There. Yes. The way he parted her labia, slowly ran his fingers between them, got those digits nice and wet then flicked her clit… "Yessss."
"I see. That much more." Damián chuckled as he lifted his head to capture her lips once more.
Aiko wanted to kiss him - she really did- but the things his hand was doing to her. She wanted to see. Tearing her lips from his, she lowered her gaze between them. Her position was so wanton, so wicked; legs spread, this man touching her. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to give a damn. All her body registered was how sexy the motion of his fingers on her looked and the gripping sensations each stroke i
nspired. Her breath shortened into hard pants as he circled her swollen clit expertly, slowly, occasionally dipping down to gather more wetness.
"Damián." Any moment now she was going to break. Her body felt like a string tightly stretched and her muscles were taut with need. When he finally probed into her wetness, her soft cry echoed between them.
"Mmm." She closed her eyes and set her open mouth on his shoulder as he stretched her with his finger. It'd been so long that even that one digit was enough a flicker of pain. Now, she wished she was the kind of girl who self-stimulated, because right now her body wouldn't be complaining so much.
"You're so tight." Damián turned her face toward him with one hand while his other continued to wreak havoc between her thighs. In. Out. In. Out. His eyes were dark with desire as he asked, "How long has it been?"
"Long." Even that one word was enough to suck the breath out of her lungs and she had to take in a deep gulp of air. But before she could savor the breath, Damián was sucking it back right out with an expert kiss.
The stroke of his tongue in her mouth matched the rhythm of his finger inside her. Slow. Deliberate. Steady. He worked her like a master strummer, drawing out the pleasure with each stroke and urging her over the edge. When he added a second finger, it was too much. With a whimper, she fell.
"Oh. Oh. Oh." Her orgasm washed through her in a violent wave that had her trembling in his arms and stars shooting behind her eyes. Her whole body tautened, reached for it, surrendered to it. It seemed endless; a never-ending stream of pleasure egged on by the constant motion of his fingers inside her. But eventually she started to descend from her high. However, before she could touch the ground, she felt his fingers replaced by something thick and quite firm.
Was that…?
Her eyes snapped open and locked on his when she felt his shaft probe at her opening. His gaze was intense, determined, glued to hers as he pushed. With how wet she was, it should've been easy. But it'd been too long, and her body resisted the intrusion.
"Mmm." Her lips parted in a soundless whimper of pain as she tried to back away from him. But his grip on her ass was too firm. Wincing, she closed her eyes and pressed her forehead to his shoulder."Damián, slowly. It hurts."
"I'm sorry," he whispered even as he kept invading; slowly, firmly. Finally the thick, mushroom head sunk completely into her. But if she was hoping for relief, it wasn't happening - at least not yet. He was thick, long, hard and determined to embed himself into her completely. His breath was harsh and uneven as he urged, "Aiko, relax."
She took fast, shallow breaths and tried to relax. He paused half inside her as if giving her the time she needed to get used to him. Slowly her tense muscles eased around the motionless shaft within her and the burning pain eased into a dull ache. When he pushed in again the discomfort was significantly less. By the time his pelvis met hers it was almost gone.
"You okay?" he murmured in her ear as his hands smoothed over her back.
"Just a second." She shifted slightly to seat him better in her, in the process contracting and squeezing her walls around him.
His pained groaned echoed between them. "Don't do that."
Despite herself, she giggled. "Sorry."
"You're wicked." He chuckled as he turned her face toward him and pressed his lips to hers in sweet, soft kiss that went right to her heart. Her fingers tangled in his hair as their mouths melded and mated in an easy dance. Then he started to move.
Her body clasped around him tight as he withdrew. When he came back in her body there was only a slight sting and it was accompanied by something more… enjoyment? He pulled back out then plunged in slowly. This time she stretched, accepted and drew him in.
"That's it." Damián's breath, a silken rasp against her mouth. He pulled out then tucked himself in deep with a slow thrust.
"Aaah," Aiko moaned as pain became pleasure, and anxiety was replaced by heat and need. The next time he pumped in, she lifted her hips to meet the stroke.
"Good girl," he encouraged as he gave her what she needed; another long, deep stroke that built up into a steady in and out rhythm.
She closed her eyes to shut out everything that wasn't the delicious sensations gathering in her body. Gyrating her hips into his, she focused on the pleasure he was giving her, savored it, and let it eclipse all her senses. She could feel each inch of his veiny length as he throbbed full and hard inside her. His careful and unwavering thrusting stoked the fierce desire raging through her, twisted it into a wild fire that threatened to consume her if she didn't let go.
"Damián," she whispered his name, dizzy with passion.
"Aiko," he returned, pulling almost all the way out of her then sliding back in. He pumped in and out of her in long perfect movements, each thrust stretching her unbelievably until her whole body felt like it was all him.
Their relationship might've been based on a business agreement, but this… this was all pleasure. That pleasure pricked at each of her nerves. She shivered and gasped as the pressure within her began to rise again. Her hands lowered to his ass, helping him plunge deeper into her as their mouths met in another hard kiss. Slowly, slowly, he drove them back to the precipice.
When her second release came it was like a tornado, rippling through her, turning her inside out. She pulsed, clenched and unclenched around him with soft moans. Her orgasm inspired his. Even as his strokes increased in speed and shortened, and his hold around her tightened, she trembled with its force. With twin groans they both peaked.
For a while they stayed in the same position; arms around each other, him standing between her thighs, foreheads pressed against each other and breathing identically fast-paced. But eventually the firestorm died down and its grip on them eased.
Damián was the first to recover, and he extricated himself from her. His gaze between their bodies, he tucked his cock back into his pants and drew his zipper up. "Thanks."
Thanks. That one word was enough to kill whatever lingering embers of passion Aiko was feeling. It was enough to remind her of what had just happened here. This wasn't some interlude between lovers. He'd just used her to quench his lust. Exactly what he was paying her for.
Suddenly, she felt cold, dirty, and ashamed.
Her movements were frantic and jerky as she clambered off his desk and fixed her panties. As she straightened her dress back down her hips, Damián strode to the bar. Picking up his glass once more, he turned his glance back to her. His piercing gaze was unsettling, making her hands tremble even more as she zipped up her dress.
Avoiding his eyes, she grabbed her notebook from the edge of his desk then searched the room for her bra but couldn't find it. Screw it. She'd just have to get it later. Her eyes rose to his, and she murmured, "I'll just head up to bed then. Good night."
His raised his glass to her in silent response.
It was hard to keep her back straight and expression even as she unlocked the door and exited the room, but she managed it. It was only as she was entering her room that she realized that he'd neatly avoided discussing Zoe.
CHAPTER 7
Aiko had a rough night; her conscious battled with guilt, shame and, irritatingly, desire. A large part of her was ashamed over how quickly and unreservedly she'd fallen into Damián's thrall. Considering that this was a business arrangement, sex between them should've been dispassionate. But last night had been anything but detached.
Hot? Yup.
Sweaty? Definitely.
Spine-chillingly good? Oh, yes.
But detached… not even close.
Disconnected, unemotional sex would've been easier to handle because then she wouldn't feel like she'd betrayed Lincoln. It felt like she'd shared a part of herself with Damián that she shouldn't have. When she'd agreed to this arrangement it'd never occurred to her that she might enjoy Damián's kisses, his touch, the way he knew how to work his…
Oh God. She needed to stop this. She scrubbed her washcloth hard over her body as if to scour away the memo
ries. But it was as if the man had tattooed himself beneath her skin because her thoughts kept on conjuring images of their interlude last night. Aiko sucked in a huge breath as she tilted her face upwards into the falling water.
Maybe enjoying it isn't so bad, she reasoned. It will certainly make the six years easier to bear.
Yet, the thought was no consolation. She wasn't supposed to be enjoying this. She was supposed to be surviving it. For pity's sake, Damián hadn't even waited for them to get into a bed before pouncing on her. She should've been incensed and fighting him off; not welcoming him into her like a sex-starved nymphomaniac, and certainly not enjoying it.
The choice she'd made was necessary - not good. And she didn't want to be rewarded for it, certainly not with good… fine, amazing sex. It only made her feel worse.
Just make a point of not enjoying it so much next time, her mind suggested.
Yeah, that's what she'd do. Enjoy it less. Resolution made, Aiko rinsed away the soapy suds covering her body then stepped out of the shower.
It was only seven thirty in the morning but she dressed up quickly. Her plan was to talk to Damián before she and Seraphina left for church. Yes, he was the last person she wanted to see after last night but there was still the issue of Zoe - the real reason Aiko was here. Hopefully, daylight would make Damián more willing to listen to her concerns about his daughter and less likely to get distracted by sex.
As soon as she was done dressing, Aiko descended the stairs.
"He's already left for work," Emily informed Aiko when she asked after Damián.
"At eight a.m.?" Aiko blinked hard. "On a Sunday?"
Emily nodded. "He works on Sundays."
Seriously? What kind of work was so important that he had to go to the office on Sunday? Even his staff, save for Emily, had deserted the house for their offs. Damián couldn't even take one day to spend at home with his daughter? Feeling sorry for Zoe, Aiko decided to invite her to church with them so she wouldn't be all alone in the house. Leaving Seraphina downstairs taking breakfast, she headed up to Zoe's room.