Full Disclosure (No Secrets Book 1)

by Julie Olsen

  His smile faded, his eyes piercing and magnetic. He relaxed his thighs, giving me just enough range of motion to grind my hips against him. The sensation caused my nipples to harden into buds. I was in danger of falling into my own trap.

  I parted my lips and let my tongue slide over my teeth, watching his eyes for the first sign of surrender. As soon as he let my wrists go, he would be the one on his back. He wasn’t the only one with muscles.

  His eyes glinted and he cocked his head. “I know what you’re up to.”

  I maintained composure as I returned his knowing look. “I’m sure I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.”

  He chuckled. “Oh, you know all right.” He ground his morning hard-on against the juncture of my thighs, and I involuntarily parted them as far as his restraining legs would allow. The tip of his penis just dipped inside my folds, causing my eyes to close from the divine sensation. My composure dissolved on the spot.

  He repeated this movement several more times until I was a panting, shuddering mess. My earlier attempts to seduce him into complacency and surprise him with my strength were completely forgotten.

  “But as I’m feeling generous today…” He rolled us so that I was atop, his hands still holding my wrists in a tight grip. I balanced against him, pulling my legs up until I was straddling him, the sheet pooling at my hips. “I’ll let you win.” He released my wrists, bringing his hands down to rest lightly on my hips.

  “Are we in a competition?” I breathed as I slowly ground against his pelvis, my head falling back as pure animal need took over.

  He thrust lazily, and I clenched my muscles at the friction, a hiss escaping my lips.

  “Yes, I think we are, but I don’t know why you’re fighting me.” His hands moved up to cup my breasts, his hot gaze travelling up my nakedness until he pinpointed me with his stare.

  “I don’t either,” I whimpered, writhing on top of him, any residual fight faded into obscurity. I needed him deep inside me. Nothing else mattered.

  Our heavy breathing filled the room as we stared at one another. This was the first time I had felt like I was in a position of power with Damien. It was a heady sensation. I slowly traced my fingers across his shoulders and down to outline his pectorals. He was so sexy I could just eat him up.

  My bathroom needs forgotten, I leaned down and ran my tongue across first one nipple and then the other, circling and sucking gently. Damien made a contented sound in the back of his throat, and his hands skimmed down my spine. I breathed him in, never able to get enough of his smell, his taste, his touch.

  I slithered down his body, trailing kisses, my sensitive nipples grazing against his hard velvet shaft and sending delicious ripples through to my aching core. I whimpered at the contact, lifting up to get a better view of this part of him that gave me such incredible pleasure. His cock laid along his stomach, engorged and slightly purple. Even in the early morning glow, there was no mistaking its size. My sex tightened deliciously at the thought of it sliding into my wet depths.

  I peered up and found him watching me with one arm behind his head, displaying bulging muscles. He was as breathless as I was. With my eyes lasered into his, I wetted my lips with my tongue, then bent my head and kissed his silky steel length.

  His hips jerked slightly, a soft moan escaping his lips. Bracing myself with one hand on the mattress, I brought my other hand up and ran my fingers up and down. His cock pulsated, the veins clearly visible as I leaned down and rubbed my cheek against him. His breathing was harsh now, and I smiled as I gently held his throbbing cock, feeling how heavy it was in my hand. The knowledge that he was aroused by what I was doing was liberating, and any inhibitions I might have had flew out the window.

  “Olivia,” he murmured, and the mere sound of his voice with my name on his lips sent tremors straight to my aching sex.

  Wrapping my manicured fingers around his thick girth, I grasped him firmly, slowly sliding my fist up and down and marveling at how hard and thick he was. A dot of precum glistened on the crown of his cock, and I lapped it up, letting my tongue slide lazily around him as I squeezed him at the base.

  He moaned softly, and I looked up at him through my lashes to find him watching me, his mouth slightly open. Licking my lips, I kissed the very tip, then opened my mouth and took him further in. He tasted salty and delicious, and I knew some of that saltiness was from me. That knowledge spurred me on.

  Palming him, I released him with a pop, then let my tongue glide from the crown to his balls, wetting the underside of his cock thoroughly. Holding him up, I sank my mouth down, taking him as far as I could. Damien’s hands came up and grabbed my head. I sucked as I pulled back, then repeated the motion again. I worked him slowly, my hand massaging his balls gently and alternately squeezing him at the base.

  “God, your mouth feels so fucking good,” he groaned, and like clockwork my sex clenched at the sound of his voice. My hair cascaded down in a curtain, and he gathered it in his hands to hold it out of the way, cupping my head at the same time.

  His hips began to flex, pushing himself deeper into my mouth. I focused on my breathing, trying to contain my gag reflex. He was so deep now that it was making my eyes water.

  Without warning, he sat up and yanked me off, pulling up until I was sitting astride him. He reached down and lined himself up with my opening, and in one fell swoop he thrust up and in, my saliva that already coated him coupled with my wetness allowed him to plunge inside to the hilt. We both cried out. I was so full and stretched, the pleasure was sublime.

  “I won’t last long. Ride me hard, Olivia.”

  With my hands on his shoulders, I began to move. He remained motionless beneath me, no doubt to stave off his own orgasm. I ground against him, his cock filling me up. I was so wet that our joining made little suction noises and drove me wild. His hands cupped my breasts, and he brought his mouth up to suck greedily at them, taking a nipple deep into his mouth while he rolled the other one between his thumb and finger before switching and repeating the process.

  “Ahh, God,” I moaned, my hands moving up to clutch his head tighter against my breasts. I looked down and watched him suckling me, and it was almost too much. Tears welled as I gazed at him and treasured the exquisite pleasure he gave me. My body shuddered on a sob.

  Damien released my nipple and captured my lips, kissing me furiously, his tongue probing deeply into my mouth before slowly lowering back until he was lying prone on the bed beneath me again. My hands grasped his muscled shoulders, my body never losing the relentless rhythm he had brought out in me.

  Over and over I slammed my hips down, taking him in deeply and then pulling out almost completely. He reached between my legs and pressed his thumb against my clitoris, rubbing in a circular motion. I rocked my hips against his thumb, our desperate sounds pushing me full speed toward a monstrous orgasm.

  “You’re so hot and tight. I love watching as your pussy swallows my cock,” he growled, the lust in his voice and his blatantly sexual words sending waves of pulsing heat straight to my core, pushing me into oblivion.

  “Damien!” I cried, and my body jerked above him, my sex spasming as my brain whited out, exquisite pleasure encompassing my being. Damien didn’t stop rubbing my clit, stretching out my orgasm until I didn’t think I could take another second.

  “No more,” I begged, collapsing on his chest, our collective skin slick with sweat.

  “Fuck. Olivia.” He groaned harshly, then gripped my hips and powered upward, thrusting wildly and then stilled, emptying himself deep within me.

  We lay there, breathless and sweating, his hands roaming over my back. I kissed his neck, finding it salty and tasting of him. He was absolutely delicious.

  More light filled the room as the dawn broke into full-on morning. There were no curtains or blinds covering these windows, but something about the tint prevented a glare from entering the room. My breathing and body recovered, I sat up and look
ed at him. Reverence showed in his eyes, and something else I thought I recognized but quickly dashed from my mind.

  “You’re amazing.” He brought his hand up and smoothed his thumb across my bottom lip. I could smell my own salty tang. Goose bumps spread across my skin, my nipples rapidly forming into tight peaks. I couldn’t get enough of him.

  I looked down at him. “Thief. I was going to say that.”

  He smiled. “Thievery is another of my qualities. Will that be a problem for you?”

  “As it turns out, I have a thing for thieves.”

  “Is that so?” He sat up, his arms moving around me, holding himself inside me. My hands slid up his body, encircling his neck. He rubbed his nose against mine. “That’s very good to know. I shall endeavor to steal more often.” He gently kissed my lips and I closed my eyes, serene and replete.

  What he didn’t know, and what I never meant to happen, was I feared he’d already stolen the most important part of me. My heart.

  CHAPTER 13

  I heard the faint buzzing noise again, and this time I recognized it as my text tone.

  “Oh no! Damn!”

  His arms became hard steel around me. “What’s wrong?”

  “My sister,” I said by way of explanation. His firm embrace immobilized me. “Please, let me up.”

  He frowned, his mind racing with some unknown internal struggle. Slowly, he eased up on his iron grip.

  I disengaged and bounded from the bed, fully aware that it was much brighter in the room now, and I was completely naked.

  “Where are you going?” he asked, an anxious lilt to his voice.

  I moved swiftly through the apartment, descending the stairs and finally locating my clutch on the floor where I dropped it last night. I pulled my phone out, and was shocked to find six missed calls, three voice mails and a handful of texts. I turned and found Damien standing on the landing, his hard, naked body a vision of perfection. I almost dropped my phone.

  “I never let anybody know I was staying with you last night. My sister is probably freaking out. She’s also probably called everyone I know wondering if they’ve seen me.” My heart sank at that thought. I couldn’t fathom explaining my whereabouts to everybody, especially Weldon.

  Damien strode down the stairs and without warning, picked me up in his arms.

  “What are you doing?” I gripped my phone tighter.

  “Come back to bed. You can call your sister from there,” he said gruffly. His long legs strode purposefully until I found myself deposited on my side of the bed.

  “Stay here.”

  He stood next to me, staring down, as if he was waiting for me to disobey. What was his problem? A trickle seeped out of me making me squirm, and it was as if Damien read my thoughts as he sighed and disappeared briefly into the bathroom, reappearing with a box of tissues. To my embarrassment, he knelt between my legs, prompting me to open them wider, and then gently wiped the evidence of our lovemaking away.

  “I’ve got to use the bathroom,” I whispered.

  He exhaled harshly. “Fine. But hurry up.”

  I bolted into the bathroom, feeling his gaze on my naked behind as I went. I needed to empty my bladder, but I also wanted a bit of privacy to listen to my voice mails and read my texts. I took care of my business and washed my hands, then read my texts. Most of them were from Lucy, a couple from Justine and one from Weldon.

  I scanned through them, noting Lucy’s increasing levels of hysteria:

  Answer your phone!

  I’m worried. Please call!

  This isn’t like you. Where are you?

  If you don’t call by 9 a.m. I’m calling Mom and Dad. And the cops!

  Oh hell! Justine’s weren’t as troubled, but she still had a worried tone:

  Are you with him? Call your sister.

  I hope you are having fun. ;)

  Weldon’s text wasn’t as worrying, but it still sent a shockwave through me that I had been so careless:

  Is everything okay, chica? Please call me.

  I felt slightly sick. On top of making everyone worry, I was now faced with explaining myself. I quickly tapped out a reply, adding all three to a group message:

  Don’t worry, I’m fine. Will call soon.

  I didn’t look forward to the inquisition I was bound to get. It would be especially hard talking to Weldon. How did I tell my boss I had been up all night having the best sex of my life with a man I had only just met? I groaned and held my head in my hands. I would have to come up with something, because there was no way I could divulge the truth.

  A knock at the door pulled me from my gloomy thoughts.

  “Everything all right in there?”

  “Just finishing up,” I called. I opened the door and found Damien standing just outside with a stormy expression. He’d dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, while I, once again, was completely naked.

  I narrowed my eyes. “Is the apartment on fire?”

  “Does it normally take you twenty minutes to use the bathroom?”

  I couldn’t decide if I should be mortified at the topic, or pissed off at his overbearing attitude. I opted for the second choice.

  “I was checking my messages. I didn’t realize I was on a leash.”

  He stared at me and took a deep breath. “You’re not on a leash, Olivia. I wanted you in bed with me. I just…‌I missed you.” He shrugged.

  I noticed a fluffy black robe hanging on a hook. I slipped it on, feeling an instant surge of confidence. “Damien, I was only gone a few minutes! And I was just in the next room.”

  Green eyes drilled into me. “I was still buried inside you when you abruptly bolted from my bed. Trust me, that’s not something I ever want to experience again.”

  My brows knitted. I tried to imagine how I would feel if the shoe was on the other foot. It was an unpleasant thought. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think…”

  His eyes lost some of their steely glint, warming as he gazed at me and pulled me close. “You certainly know how to destroy a moment.” He bent and kissed me softly. “Let’s forget about it. Deal?”

  “Deal,” I breathed, nodding my head and basking in the warmth of his arms as they folded around me.

  “I made breakfast. Come down to the kitchen.” He kissed me once more, chastely.

  “Oh. Okay.” When did he do that? When you were making him anxious by spending so much time in the bathroom, that’s when. It was a sobering and guilt-inducing thought to know I was the cause of his anxiety as well as that of my friends. I had really gone all out in the insensitive department this morning. I snorted inwardly at my shortcomings and silently avowed to make it up to everyone.

  He stood aside and held his palm out. “After you.”

  I smirked as I passed. “Ever the gentleman.”

  “I have my moments,” he said, and then my robe lifted and the sharp slap of his hand fell across my bare butt.

  “Damien!” Startled and surprised, I scooted away, smoothing my robe back down as he chuckled. He overtook me easily, pressing me into his front and nipping at my earlobe.

  “You were saying?” he asked, and I giggled as he wrapped his arms around me, his lips at my neck and moving lower. My skin tingled as I exposed more of my neck to his roving lips. Still surprised by the spank, I was shocked that I wasn’t in the least upset by it. In fact, if I was honest with myself, I was a little turned-on.

  “Um.” Damien’s hands roamed over my robe, making it difficult to think straight. I decided to put my confused reaction on the backburner. “If you don’t stop touching me, we’re never going to make it to breakfast.”

  “Hmm. I agree with your conclusion.” He backed away as my body rebelled against the sudden loss. “I need to feed my vixen or she might get grumpy.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me down the stairs. I smiled at his endearment, liking the way he teased me. I had never been called a vixen, but somehow, coming from him, I felt like one. I felt
like his. Just one more way Damien filled a need in me I didn’t know I had. I bit my lip at the realization, my eyes lingering at my hand in his.

  “Do you need any help?” Entering the kitchen, I had sufficiently recovered my wits and remembered my manners.

  “Nope. You sit. I’ll serve you.”

  Intrigued, I perched upon a barstool and watched as he went about putting out place settings. Rooting around in the fridge, he emerged with his hands clasped around assorted tubs of Greek yogurt, which he placed on the breakfast bar. He grabbed a towel and opened the oven, removing a pan of crispy bacon. He had already poured two glasses of orange juice. A toweled basket of warm croissants with a dish of butter and a jar of strawberry jam were arranged near me on the breakfast bar.

  Plating up the bacon, he placed it on the bar along with two soft-boiled eggs in cute little china hen egg cups.

  “I can make more eggs if you like.”

  I was flabbergasted. “You did all this?”

  “Uh-huh.” His eyes twinkled.

  “You cooked all this food?”

  He shrugged. “Well, I cheated with the croissants. They were frozen.”

  I was speechless. Men didn’t cook. Yes, there were those celebrity chefs on TV. But I had never met a man who could cook, let alone one who had cooked for me.

  A rakish grin broke out on his face at my expression. “Breakfast is served, my lady.”

  He took my napkin, snapping it open with a flourish, and placing it perfectly on my lap. He stood next to me at attention, his arms at his sides and a serious look on his face. “Would madam need anything further?”

  I giggled. “No thank you, Jeeves.”

  He raised his brows and his lips twitched. “As madam wishes.” A pot of coffee and another of what I assume was tea sat nearby. It was the coffee that grabbed my attention first.