She moved against him, feeling his hardness against her bottom. Pulling away from him, breaking the kiss, she felt overwhelmed but didn’t want to end the tactile connection that she had missed for so long. She trailed kisses along his jaw then down to the hollow of his neck. She couldn’t get enough. She nipped and sucked the area where his scent seemed to be concentrated. There again was same crisp clean smell that he always embodied. She had to lick it. She could get drunk off him, she thought. Her hand slipped inside the top of his shirt, thankful that he’d already removed his tie. First, she touched the corded muscles right below his neck then trailed down to his shoulder and pectoral, which was so hard and firm beneath her questing fingers. Now it was his turn to bite his lower lip. Lifting until she met his lips, she took his tongue into her mouth, mimicking his actions. His groan sent a thrill through her.
“You want me. I’m here. I came across the world to get you.” He murmured the words between her lips taking his over and over again. Holding his gaze, she knew the words for the challenge they presented. With her eyes never leaving his, she moved her hands back to the center of his chest, and one by one, she slid the buttons free. She made quick work of his shirt and he said not a word as she removed it entirely, taking it after she freed the last button and tossing it and the undershirt over the arm of the adjacent chair. He was so beautiful. The same yet different. He’d added more ink to his tattoo. Looking at the intricate kanji, she looked at him, touching the area. Had she not spent hours looking at his tattoos, she would have missed the intricate design interwoven into his dragons. “What’s this?”
He pressed her hand over the area, “I will tell you soon.” Intrigued, Flower looked closer but could not make out the calligraphy. She pressed her lips against it. She felt his breath catch. She couldn’t help the smile at the warmth spreading through her body. For a year she had been numb—touching him sparked life. Everything about him was life.
Moving to his nipple, she sucked the hardened tip and flicked the other before pinching it. He groaned, and his dick jumped. She raked her hand over his chest, scratching just enough to bring his color up. Then she took her time kissing every trail she’d left with her nails. Following the path she’d created, she stopped at his navel. She was on her knees now, looking up at his hooded gaze. She unbuckled, unzipped, reached inside his pants, and pulled his dick out.
Bowing her head, she rubbed the side of her face alongside his heavy flesh. “Magnificent,” she whispered and ran her tongue around the tip. Her eyes caught a movement to the side, noticing the way he gripped the chair. His undoing was her power. Taking him in hand, she dipped lower and sucked his sac into her mouth. His legs spread farther apart, but he didn’t dare move. His dick was hard and straining, pearlescent come seeping from the tip, his sac drawn up so tight she knew he was perilously close. She stopped, licked her hand, then went back down and pumped his dick while she sucked and rolled him with her tongue. His dick was like steel. And she was so greedy for him. Rising up, she took him in her mouth. As soon she did, he smoothed her hair away. She knew he liked to watch when he fucked her mouth. He slid deep then deeper still, matching her downward motion with smooth up-thrusts of his hips. “Flower,” he groaned, almost plaintive, over and over again thrusting into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. “Can you take me?” His hands trembled on the back of her head, holding her still. She nodded. She wanted him as far as he could go. Arching just so, she exhaled as he fucked into her throat, inhaling as he withdrew. “You’re so good, you mouth is almost as good as your pussy. I missed this mouth.” He growled as he continued the thrust his dick down her throat. He was nearly bowed over her. Flower held his hips when she felt him shudder. She exhaled and pulled him deep when he would have withdrawn as he climaxed, taking all he had to give.
Standing, he reached for his suit jacket and handed her a handkerchief to wipe the residue from her face and neck. She was still kneeling because she didn’t know if she had the energy to stand, and her body ached for him. If she stood, she would embarrass herself. She needn’t have worried, because a second later he was lifting her. She gasped when he put her on the cool marble of the conference table.
“Don’t worry. I’ll warm you.” Her hesitation was barely there then gone altogether when he pulled the tie of her wrap dress free then unbuttoned the inside closure. Her dress pooled behind her. She watched as he took the rest of his clothes off. She thought briefly about how she was taking way longer that the fifteen minutes she’d told Mark. He’d be in for a surprise if he came searching for her. Gosh, she hoped not.
“Second thoughts?” Akchiro’s cool words had her looking at him.
“No. Do you have condoms?” She watched as his face hardened. He told her he hadn’t been with anyone since her. He expected her to believe him she assumed. Well, okay. But she had her own reasons, “I’m not on birth control anymore.”
His face did not change an iota hearing her words. He took her face in his hands and leaned forward, saying as he nipped her ear and down her neck, “If you don’t want my child right now, Flower. I suggest you take care of your birth control tomorrow because I won’t have anything between us.” Her breath caught at his words, but if he noticed, he gave no indication as he set forth on his task. He followed a similar path to her collarbone, kissing, nipping, running his nails like the edge of a razor along her skin until he came to her nipples. “To answer your question, I do have condoms. But we won’t need them right now. Because your sweet little pussy on my tongue is all I have thought about since seeing you this morning.”
He pressed her back onto the conference table. His height made it effortless for him to follow. He pressed her breasts close and sucked them together, bringing the tight points up higher and harder, then he pinched them making her cry echo into the dark expanse of the room. She looked down and caught his grin before he trailed a path of fire down, stopping at her navel to swirl delicious heat there.
He brushed his fingers through the slight hair of her pussy she’d allowed to grow since leaving him. “So soft,” he murmured. She almost cringed knowing how it’d been before. “Keep it.” He caught her gaze and kissed her right on the crest. He traveled to where her thigh and pelvis met, kissing, nibbling and, licking her to distraction. “Open wider for me, let me see how much you want me,” he instructed, looking down at her before visiting upon the other side the same treatment. Then leaning back, he reached down and touched her opening then brought wet fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. He ran both thumbs up and down along her lower lips, massaging, working back up to her sensitive clit. He was careful not to touch her there.
“I know you are going to be so tight not having this dick for over a year. I’ll be gentle. I’d never hurt you,” he promised and his thumbs penetrated her while he brought the long digits of his fingers on either side of her clit and rubbed the outer edge. He pressed a little deeper, his way eased by how wet she was for him. Deeper and deeper he went, and she found herself meeting the motion of his questing fingers. “That’s it,” he encouraged, pumping his thumbs into her. When he pressed his fingers against her clit, she came apart.
She didn’t have time to think only feel as his mouth replaced his fingers. Hearing him moan as he tasted her was her undoing. Her head lolled from side to side. Then she looked down. Seeing his head with his eyes closed as he gloried in pleasuring her was the most beautiful thing she had ever beheld. He pressed her thighs farther apart and tongued her pussy like he’d found paradise inside of her. She met every thrust of his tongue, every lash. She was crying out his name in a prayer, curse, or plea, she knew not which. But she did know she never wanted this feeling to end. His touch devastated her, laid her bare.
All the emotions that she had held in check for a year bombarded her senses. He flicked her clit as he thrust two fingers inside her. She sobbed his name. Begging him not to stop. He obliged, and she rode her orgasm using his fingers and tongue to her ultimate satisfaction assuaging grief
and regret.
Akchiro stood and looked at Flower. Triumph roared within him. She looked well satisfied, and that was his aim. The only one he’d seemed to accomplish. How he changed his plans, he would never know, but he knew when they’d changed—the minute he saw her walk through that door. The woman who came in was confident and self-assured. And the minute he’d seen her reflection through the glass mine! roared through his body and his bloodstream. He had come to destroy her and everything she loved for what she had done to him. But now…now he looked down at her with one agenda—to make her never forget what it felt like to have him inside of her. To remind her to whom she belonged and who belonged to her. He saw tears tracking down the sides of her face, and it stopped him cold. Leaning up, he held her face between his hands, rubbing the traces of tears. “Are you hurting? Did I hurt you?” The words tore from him in a rush. Had he hurt her? Did she feel rushed, afraid?
“No, umm…it was just a lot.” She wouldn’t look at him. He stepped back, pulling her up, gathering her close, he hugged her to his chest. She snuggled closer, and his heart swelled.
He buried his face in her hair, inhaling. She smelled the same. The familiarity of her scent calling him home. Just being with her soothed him. But obviously the feeling wasn’t mutual if he was making her cry. “We should stop.” He rubbed his hands down her arms, warming them, stepping back a little to put space between their most intimate parts.
“No.” She scooted to the edge. Reaching for his waist then pulling him close when he stepped back between her legs. Feeling the soft heat pressed against his dick thrummed need through his body. His desire to slide home warred with her wish for a barrier. He stepped back. “Condoms,” he explained, leaning over to where he’d tossed his pants and reached inside and fished out several, tossing them beside her on the table, keeping one. Tearing one open, he put it on. Stepping back to her, he touched his lips to hers. “I want you so bad, but I’ll stop right now. If you don’t want to do this”—he put his hands on either side of her face and kissed her lips—“we’ll stop.”
His breath caught when he felt her hand grasp him and position him at her entrance. “I’m fine.” She looked up at him, her eyes brimming with passion under the veil of her tear-spiked lashes. Feeling the soft heat was his undoing.
He pressed inside, gritting his teeth against the tightness gripping him. He groaned curses as pleasure and pressure commingled as her slick pussy pulsed around him. The painstaking effort was finally rewarded when he was fully sheathed. Slowly withdrawing, he whispered encouragement to her as she took all of him, pleasing him beyond measure. She was so fucking hot and tight. He doubted he could last. When she canted her hips to take a harder thrust, he thought he would explode right then. Looking down, he watched how he stretched her and how well she took his dick. He loved the way she fucked him back—giving him as good as she got. He gave her no quarter then, knowing she was ready to take him like he needed her to. Taking one leg then the other, he brought them over his shoulders. “Let me know if it’s too much for your pretty little pussy.”
She was so soft and ready for him. Like she’d been waiting for him to come claim what was his. He was here now, dammit, he thought, slamming his dick deeper, and he wasn’t giving her up anytime soon. He bowed over her then, thrusting inside of her. Glad that the table had no give but careful not to drive too hard. He needn’t have worried, watching her back arch and hips rise in tandem with his. She needed this as much as he did. Fucking her was life affirming. He’d missed her. Missed this. And he wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to let her go.
Just as that thought coalesced, he felt her tighten, and her warmth drenched him. Reaching down, he flicked her clit with his thumb, intensifying her climax. “Akchiro!” Hearing his name on her lips was his undoing. Fucking deeper into her, he erupted on a harsh groan, spilling his seed into the condom instead of his woman as he wished.
Chapter 16
“Get your things, I’m taking you home,” Akchiro said when Flower stepped out of the restroom, having spent way more time than necessary putting herself to rights. She noticed he was back at the window. His back to her. Fully clothed, every inch of him impeccable and cold.
Meanwhile, she’d done her best to wrangle her hair back into some semblance of the chignon she’d spent nearly an hour putting it in this morning. Her dress was creased, though not badly since he’d been so considerate as to take it off her before making love to her on the conference table several times. She would never be able to be in this room again without thinking of what they’d done here. She patted her hair, hardly any strands out of place. Her eyes told another story. She looked like she’d been sexed within an inch of her life, and she knew she probably would wobble at some point because she was literally weak-kneed from having sex with him. She really needed to go lie down before she made a cake of herself.
“I have a car waiting for me.” She sighed, gathering her laptop.
“I wasn’t asking your permission. The car is gone. You’ll ride with me.” He turned then, looking almost glacial. Gone was the lover and here was the samurai who had her within his sights, ready to eviscerate with his words.
“This is what you meant about this arrangement not being easy?” She looked at his hardened visage, wanting to smooth away the anger ticking in his jaw, confused that he was upset after what they had just experienced together and frustrated that he would turn what had been such a pleasurable experience into such a disaster.
“You’re ruining things.” The stony words shot from her as she bent to pick up her shoes. He beat her to it. Dipping low on his hunches, he held one shoe then the other up for her to slip her foot in. He ran his index finger up the inside her leg, stopping just as he reached her inner thigh. Her breath caught as her eyes strayed to the crest of his watch glinting against the night. She feared if she looked at him, they’d be back on the table—hell, the floor.
“Things were ruined long before now.” He stood, coming to his full height, his mouth curved into a slight sneer. “Let’s see if you can rectify them.”
* * *
Flower stepped through the door of her penthouse, stepping out of her shoes, then walked over to a console table before turning to smile at Akchiro. “Thank you for seeing me home…” There was a light knock on the door. Turning away from her, he opened the door. Bao came in with his luggage, deposited it, bowed to them, and left.
“You had your things brought here?” She turned incredulous eyes to Akchiro, knowing she sounded silly when it was very obvious that was exactly what he had done.
He slid out of his jacket in response. “You lived with me in Tokyo.” He spoke as if that made him living with her here was just a matter of fact.
“So?” She blinked like, WTF, man! This he ignored then took his shoes off and left them at the door alongside hers. She’d kept the practice she acquired from her travels. She knew he noticed.
“I didn’t come all this way to live separate from you.” He dead-eyed her and walked into the apartment, looking around quite like he owned it. His eyes caught the artwork she’d carefully collected over the years, he glanced at her books, silently reading titles of African American classics intermingled with romances that she loved. She stifled the urge to care what he thought. One —no one asked him to come, and two—she didn’t want her feelings hurt. He hated clutter, and though she wasn’t exactly a hoarder, she just wasn’t exactly neat. She had stacks of books and candle clusters, crystals in various places. Her book addiction was deep and so was her love of plush things, which was why she loved living with him. Everything was modern yet so soft. She was very good by herself and having grown up with her particular siblings, their childhood home was not a place where privacy prevailed. She liked having her own space. This was her haven and she wouldn’t allow it to be intruded on.
“My family doesn’t know anything about my time with you in Tokyo.” She put her laptop on her quartz table in front of her sofa and sat down among the mountai
n of plush pillows she loved. This was definitely turning into a sit-down conversation.
“Are you sure about that?” His eyebrow quirked as he sat beside her, leaning forward, clasping his hands. “I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you. Things seemed to click into place for your brothers when you left the conference room today. At the end of the meeting, they were huddled close together in deep conversation. FADE seemed particularly upset, which made me think for a minute he was moved to do me violence. Your other brother, Ghadi, calmed him—barely.”
Flower felt light-headed. Hearing this bit of information, her head fell back amongst the pillows as she closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. Of course her brothers weren’t stupid. She was surprised they’d not reached out to her. She’d talked to them both after the meeting. FADE for more than an hour, and he’d said nothing. They both encouraged her in her endeavor when she laid her new plan out to them. Neither mentioned Akchiro nor Mc2, other than conceding her point that their hands were tied due to the contractual agreement they’d made months ago. Then she quickly attributed their actions to the fact that they still thought her too fragile to confront about the time she spent in Japan. They probably wanted her to come to them.
Closing her eyes, she breathed slowly to stave off the anxiety that had her stomach in knots. This was untenable. Her brothers were ruthless. She knew they were only biding their time before they unleashed holy hell upon Akchiro, both physically and financially, if they could. That would prove to be a problem because at the moment, Akchiro’s untold wealth would be untouchable and going up against him was suicide. And she didn’t want war waged on her behalf for things she’d left unfinished.
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