by Harper Sloan
Keeping my attention on Damien I asked if everyone had a good time in Malibu. Looking a little tense, he gave me a nod. “It was great. The only downer was that Delilah's asshole neighbor turned up and had the nerve to eye fuck them in front of me. Well, that and the fact that every guy within a quarter mile radius spent at least a few minutes checking out the girls in their bikinis. Spencer and I were on permanent alert."
I couldn’t help the chuckle that burst out of me. Damien, Dante and Spencer could all be security guards. They took their jobs as our “protectors” very seriously.
“You laugh, Sabrina, but I’m telling you, I almost kicked the shit out of that asshole."
He said it with a smile, so I knew that he wasn’t angry about it anymore, which was good. After giving everyone else hugs, he went and sat at the kitchen table. I guiltily looked at it, hoping that Dante had cleaned it off before everyone arrived. Catching my eye, he nodded his head like he knew what I’d been thinking. "I cleaned it," he mouthed.
My stomach was growling looking at all the food the family had put together. I loved Sunday dinners at Dante’s because it was a group effort, always fun, loud, loving and delicious to boot. I'd come to love that family time.
It was a great dinner, all of us around the outdoor table, laughing and talking. It was almost impossible to believe that it was December and we were eating outside. After we ate, we moved closer to the outdoor fireplace to drink a beer and relax. The talk was jovial and fun, all of us ribbing each other and cracking jokes.
Brooke asked Dante and me what we had wound up doing for the day, and we regaled everyone with stories of our high school style day at the Santa Monica pier.
She smiled at me with a fine sheen of happy tears in her eyes. "I bet you felt really close to daddy today then," she commented. I nodded at her in agreement. "I did."
About twenty minutes after we sat down around the fire, Sandra announced that she had to go because she had an early call in the morning. The rest of us went into the house to watch a movie in the theater room.
Our seating arrangements were all but set in stone. As usual Damien stretched out on the big couch in front. Spencer and the girls sat in the second row in recliners, his spot right next to Delilah as always, while Dante and I sat in the back row in two of the enormous seats side by side. In the past, we’d always sat a seat apart, but now we were sitting right next to each other.
Normally I’d be thoroughly engrossed in the movie, but I was hyper alert to Dante. The smell of him and the sensation of the skin of our arms touching on the armrest made me wiggle in my seat.
I slid my hand into Dante’s lap and enjoyed his intake of breath. The look he gave me was pure heat. Raising my other hand to my lips I gave him the signal to shush and he nodded in agreement as I stroked him through his pants.
His hand covered mine and we held hands while I stroked him. I was turned on from the feeling of his hard cock under my hand. He called out to me on the most elemental level, and I was in a constant state of arousal. Everything with Dante was beyond hot, totally different. It was lust on steroids. So far beyond anything I’d ever experienced, or ever thought I would.
I realized that I wouldn’t make it through the night without having him again, but I was supposed to drive home with Brooke since I didn’t have a car. Leaning over to him I whispered, "I need to touch you. Will you drive me home tonight?"
Eyes blazing with desire, he nodded. "Fuck yes," he whispered. "I'll take you anywhere you want to go baby, anytime."
I spent the rest of the movie coming up with an excuse to have him drive me home. When the movie was over, I told Brooke that Dante was going to take me home because we wanted to go to get dessert. "I'm having one of those days when I need something sweet," I said, "so we're going to go to a restaurant and get something yummy."
She bought that without question, telling me to enjoy myself. We all left at the same time, and Dante and I climbed into his Range Rover and headed off into the night. As we pulled out of the driveway he asked, "Where are we going?"
I told him to drive to work and pull into the parking garage. "We're going to do something that I've always wanted to do."
Gunning the engine, he steered us toward Hart International as we listened to Journey sing about loving, touching and squeezing. A few minutes later we were pulling into the underground parking garage. He chose a spot to park that the security cameras weren't pointed at, and then we both got out of the front seat and got into the back.
It was a rush to be 'parked' with him, the two of us alone in our sexual bubble. Threading his hands through my hair, he pulled me toward him. He hovered over my mouth for a moment as his eyes bore into mine. "You're so fucking beautiful, Sabrina."
Smiling, I ran my fingers into his hair. "So are you.”
He smiled back at me before claiming my mouth with his own, and the two of us kissed like it had been days since the last time we'd touched each other. We devoured each other, tongues dueling as we set each other ablaze. As our mouths stayed glued together, he pulled my dress down and freed my breasts. I moaned when he palmed them, testing the weight in his hands. He caressed them gently, rubbing his thumbs over the peaks of my nipples. Pulling his shirt out of his pants, I put my hands under his shirt and ran them up his torso. He was hot to the touch, and he groaned into my mouth as I traced my fingers over his stomach.
He lifted me so that I was straddling him, never breaking the kiss. I ground myself against the hard-on in his jeans beneath me, both of us gasping when I did. Pulling from his mouth, I anxiously opened his jeans and pulled him out. Yanking up my dress, I held him in one hand as I positioned myself over him and rubbed the top of him against me to lubricate his shaft. We both moaned as I did that, and I felt myself flooding against him. Holding him still, I started pushing myself down on him. He gave me a minute to adjust before he leaned me back a bit and then thrust up. It was perfect, and I started riding him as fast and as hard as I could in the confined space of the backseat.
Pulling my face back to his, he kissed me again as he kept pinching my nipples. I groaned into his mouth as I kept riding him. When he slid his finger over my clit and pushed, I came with a shriek. It was tight, hot and incredible, and I cried out as he grabbed my hips and held me tight so that he could thrust up into me over and over again. He felt so damn good inside of me, so right, and he was hitting a spot in me that only he ever had. Pulling back from the kiss, I laid my head on his shoulder and cried out as he pummeled me without pause. I slid my own finger over my clit as he thrust, and when I felt him start to come, I exploded around him with a hoarse cry.
We stayed like that for a few minutes, his cock still buried inside of me as we both caught our breath. With a pop, I pulled off of him and sat on the seat next to him. I was a sticky mess, so I asked him to grab my purse from the front seat since I’d thought ahead and brought a few paper towels from his house. It would probably have been awkward with anyone else, but I didn’t feel that way about anything with him. The fact that I could see that watching me take care of the physical evidence of our romp turned him on didn’t hurt. When I was finished, he put his arm around me and pulled me against him, kissing the top of my head. "Amazing is what you are, Sabrina."
I smiled at the compliment, running my fingers over his semi-erect cock and gathering the remnants of our come before licking my fingers. "We’re amazing together,” I replied.
The groan he let out, followed by the look of wonder he gave me as I sat up made my heart race. "We are—and it's not just sex, Sabrina. I don't know what it is, but... I don't want you to think that I'm just fucking you, because I'm not."
Smiling at him, I nodded. "I know."
I did know, but I didn’t know what it all meant long-term. Obviously I wanted to be with him, but I could practically feel the three-week clock tick-tick-ticking away.
He rubbed my lower lip with his thumb as he stared at me in silence before he said anything else. "I want you to know that I s
topped having sex months and months ago because none of them were you. This wasn't some idea I got yesterday that I decided to follow through on. I've wanted to be with you this entire time. Yesterday I just reached the boiling point."
I didn't know what to say to that because he'd blown me away. Cupping his cheek in my hand, I stared at him. "You didn’t have to tell me that, but I appreciate that you did. Thank you."
He shook his head as he frowned at me. “I told you because I wanted you to know that you’re important. Nobody else is you, baby.”
There were so many questions that I wanted to ask, so many things I wanted to say. He looked troubled and I wanted to comfort him, but just ask quickly as the moment had turned serious, he was opening the car door and helping me out so that I could get into the front seat. I could tell that he didn’t want to talk about it anymore so I let it drop. On the way to my house we held hands and listened to music, and a few minutes later we were both back in the front seat as he drove me home. Brooke wasn't in the driveway yet, but we both knew that she was probably just about to pull in so we kissed quickly as I unbuckled and went to get out of the car.
In an attempt to lighten his mood, I made a joke. "Thanks for the ride, Dante. I mean that both literally and figuratively, of course."
Just like that, the tension faded away and he laughed. Dropping a soft kiss on my lips, he pulled back and said, “It’s hard to leave you baby. I’ve never felt like this.”
I nodded in agreement, heart full of hope. “Me either. I’ve never cared much about actual sex at all, and I’ve always enjoyed fucking myself more than anything I’ve ever had with someone else. I've never come with another person before. This whole thing with you is a first.”
He gasped when I said that, and I could see the fire burning in his eyes. I jumped out of the car with a laugh, waving over my shoulder once I had the door open.
I took a quick shower and brushed my hair before walking into my closet. I had no sooner put on my negligee than my cell phone buzzed with a text from Dante. “Last night and today were magical. You blow my mind.”
My smile spread wide and I could feel butterflies in my stomach. As unexpected as it all was, he was far beyond any fantasy I'd ever had about being with him.
I wrote back, “According to my orgasm count, I believe it is I that should thank you.” After adding three smiley faces, I hit send.
My cell phone rang almost immediately. I had the biggest smile on my face as I answered. “Hey you.”
Chuckling he said, “Jesus, Sabrina, are you trying to kill me? I don’t know how I’m going to survive. I’m so hard right now that I could hammer nails. My dicks probably going to fucking chafe from overuse but fuck me if I can keep from jerking off tonight.
I groaned as I felt myself getting wetter. "Dante, you’re wicked. For the record, I’m primed and ready to go too. My vibrator is about to get such a workout. I’m so turned on that it’s like I didn’t have a billion orgasms today.”
He inhaled a harsh breath and then groaned, and the sound of it was damn sexy that it made my body burn.
“Rina, I’d pay any amount of money to watch you fuck yourself. Jesus. Even thinking about it is making me dizzy. I'm so damn hard for you right now. Touch that pretty pussy, baby. Tell me how wet it is.”
Following his directive, I slid my fingers into my panties, finding myself hot and wet.
“Oh Dante... I’m so wet for you. Thinking about your incredible hands, the ones that have made me come so many times since yesterday, makes me crazy. I love having them all over my body, love being stuffed full of you. You fill me up like nothing ever has.”
Arching my back, I slid two fingers into my sopping wet pussy before starting to rub my clit with my thumb. “When you put yourself inside of me, I think I get a little crazy. I love your cock. I’m thinking about you now, Dante, and I’ve got my fingers in me now, wishing I were being stretched by you instead. I could get so addicted to coming with you inside of me.”
His breath was coming in pants, and I knew he was working himself hard because I could hear his hand shuttling up and down his dick.
“Fuck, Sabrina. I’m already addicted. I’m fucking my fist so hard right now, wishing that I were in your hot cunt. You feel like fucking heaven to me when I’m inside of you. You have no idea how fucking hot it is that you get so hot and so wet. When you come, I can feel the liquid heat on my balls as I fuck you.”
As he said the word balls, I started coming. I moaned and growled while I fucked myself through a mind-blowing orgasm that only got stronger when I heard him start to come too.
“Oh god baby, there’s so much! I wish I was filling your pussy with this.”
Gasping for air, I pulled my fingers from my core, wiping them across my stomach before I put my hand over my heart. “Holy shit… that… was incredible. I’ve never had phone sex before.”
His breathing sounded like he had just run around the block, and I laughed as he groaned. “Imagining your fingers rubbing your little pussy, I just came so hard I almost blacked out. You’re killing me baby!”
I giggled. “Me too. Thinking of you jerking your cock just made me lose control. Unfortunately, I do need to get some sleep now. My boss doesn’t like me to be late. I suspect he would spank me if I slept through work.”
I loved the sound of his throaty chuckle. “Your boss sounds positively awful. What a dick.”
Laughing back at him I said, “Oh, he has got quite a dick alright.”
I’d caught him off guard, and he choked a bit as he laughed. “Rina, you’re so perfect, it’s ridiculous. I like this side of you. Be a good girl and sleep tight, baby. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Thanks for calling, boss. See you tomorrow.”
He was still laughing as I hung up.
Monday was busy because we had meeting after meeting lined up in order to stay on track with the Century City build. We had no choice but to work through lunch, eating with Damien and Spencer in the boardroom as we reviewed revised blueprints.
Building to withstand earthquakes always made requests from buyers challenging. I found two problems in the revised plans that I didn’t think we could do safely, and everyone concurred that we needed to revise. After Spencer agreed to redraw that portion of the plans, the meeting part of the lunch was basically over and we were all moving on to other subjects when Damien looked across the table at me and winked.
“You know, Dante, Sabrina might be wasted as your executive assistant. I think we might need to elevate her to being a project manager. She catches things that even we miss.”
It was terribly sweet of Damien to say, and I smiled at him.
Dante didn’t seem to agree, because he smacked his hand on the table and snapped, “Fuck off Damien. Sabrina is mine, and no one is taking her away.”
My head shot up to stare at him, and my eyes went wide as I wondered what the hell had set that off.
Giving him a mocking look, Damien raised his eyebrows. “Damn bro, calm down. No one is trying to take Sabrina. I'm not going to grab her and throw her in a van asshole. I’m just saying that if Sabrina wanted to do it, she could be a great project manager. You might want to chill the fuck out with the ‘she’s mine’ shit. You sound psycho.”
Glaring at his brother, Dante snapped, “She’s staying with me asshole!”
I clapped my hands together to get their attention. “Okay boys. Put your dicks back in your pants, this isn’t a measuring contest. Chill out.”
I turned to my right and glared at Dante as I mouthed the words “knock it the fuck off.”
The two of them glared at each other for another second and then Damien threw his head back and laughed. “Rina, you always know what to say to put us in our places.”
Eventually Dante laughed too, and the two of them shook hands and laughed. Just like that the whole situation was defused, but I still had to wonder why Dante had snapped his head off. Damien and Spencer left the conference room, leaving Dante and I
alone as we packed up our files and laptops. Coming up behind me, he put his arms around my waist and pulled me against him. "You know that you belong here with me, right?"
Leaning my head back, I smiled. "Of course I do. I love my job, Dante, and I'm not trying to become a project manager. You didn't need to snap out on Damien."
Running his hands up my sides, he cupped my breasts in his hands. "I can't help that I go a little crazy about you, Sabrina. You should be flattered. I've never felt territorial before."
Shaking my head, I turned in his arms and put my arms around his neck. "So long as you know that I'm not a fire hydrant and that you aren't marking your territory, it's fine. Think about how angry you would feel if I did something similar."
He considered me for a moment as he pondered what I'd said. "If you felt passionately enough that you had to do that, I wouldn't be bothered."
It took everything I had not to let my jaw drop in shock. Dante didn't do commitment and had never tolerated possessiveness of any kind. One of the women he'd had during my first few months at work turned up at the office one day. They were about a week and a half into their "relationship", which really meant they were about halfway through. The second he saw her standing in the office—it was over. He'd told her that she'd overstepped the line and that they were done. I'd shivered at the arctic tone of his voice, and I couldn't believe that he had that kind of coldness within him. She left, and he never spoke to her again. The fact that he was saying that if I were possessive he wouldn't be bothered was stunning. Our conversation was derailed by noises outside the door, and after pulling apart we made our way back to our office suite.
The rest of the day passed by in a blur, and the office staff cleared out around six. Damien and Spence left after seven and Dante and I were finally wrapping up just after seven thirty.