A Little Taste of Naughty (A Shattered Lives Short) (3 page)

“He loves you.”

“I’m not saying that. It’s just…” She sighed. “Anyway, go get changed and we can go look at shoes.”

Worried, I stared at Claire for a moment before going back into the fitting room.

After changing back into my homely garb, we headed off to seek out shoes that were as sexy as my dress. We spent an hour trying on ridiculous shoes, laughing at ourselves, and trying to walk in six inch spikes. From the glare the saleswoman threw at us, I think we were pissing her off.

Oh fucking well.

One pair of strappy black heels later, I was outfitted for my cousin’s wedding.

It was about eight pm when Claire dropped me off at my apartment. I opened my door and saw Henry hanging out on the couch with a glass of whisky, feet propped on the arm of the sofa, reading a book. It looked like some sort of history book. Weirdo. He never read fiction, always the boring stuff. He said he liked to learn new things.

“Hey, lover. Whatcha up to?”

He motioned the book at me. “Reading.”

“Thank you, Captain Obvious,” I muttered.

“Did you eat? I ordered a veggie pizza.”

“Nope. I’m starving,” I said while walking past.

“Stop!” he yelled. The dress bag clung to the back of my thighs as I took a couple steps backward. “What did you buy?”

“None of your concern.”

“I do believe it is.”

“Nope.”

He bounded off the couch and I tried to run to the bedroom, but he caught me in the hallway. He marched me right into the wall, pressing his ridiculously fit body against mine. I screamed and laughed at the same time.

He lifted my chin with one finger. “Now…what did you buy?”

“Not telling.”

“Elaina, I will hold you down and lick your heat until you tell me.”

“That sounds lovely, but I want it to be a surprise.” I pouted.

He peered down at the shopping bag. “Okay, the shoes… At least show me those.”

“After dinner. Then I will show you
only
my shoes.”

His brow lifted, and he smirked. “You drive a hard bargain, my love.” He kissed me on the forehead and walked back into the living room, leaving me smiling in the hallway.

-Elaina-

Henry had me by the wrists, my arms pinned up against the shower wall. He kissed me with the promise of a quick session of some serious fucking. Wiggling one hand free, I slipped it down between us and grabbed onto his thick length, stroking him.

“Fuck,” he barked against my lips.

He let go of my other wrist and stepped back into the hot stream, allowing me to grab hold with both hands. His head tipped back, the water cascading down his precisely chiseled body. A groan pushed from his chest.

“Feel good, lover?”

“Fuck, yes.” Then he tipped his head back down and our eyes met. The lust flamed up in his emerald green eyes. “Lean against the wall again.”

I let go and stepped back. He picked up one leg and wrapped it around his waist, making me moan when his tip brushed against my heat.

“Henry… We don’t…” He kissed me. “We need…” His thumb grazed my nipple. “Condom…,” I finally managed.

“I’ll pull out.”

“That doesn’t…” He pinched my nipple, making me gasp. “Work,” I squeaked.

Just as he was about to sink in, we heard, “Elaina?”

My eyes bugged out, Henry dropped my leg.
Claire
? I mouthed. His head fell to my shoulder. “We’re in the shower!”

“Oh… I’m so sorry! Marc and I will wait in the living room.”

“Okay,” I said, as Henry picked up his head and looked at me. “I’m sorry. I should take away her key.”

“Not your fault,” he muttered, and stepped into the spray.

“Don’t be upset.”

“I’m not. I just wanted… Never mind,” he muttered.

“Henry…”

“It’s fine. I’ll get you later. I can promise you that.”

Once we finished showering, we rushed around to get ready. He dressed in the bedroom and I in the bathroom.

-Henry-

Standing in front of the mirror attached to Elaina’s dresser, Henry slipped his white button-down shirt over his muscled shoulders. He paused for a moment and touched the scars on his chest.

He stepped closer to the mirror, gazing into his chemical-laden, emerald green eyes, missing the baby blues with which he was born. Elaina loved them and liked to stare into them on a regular basis, especially when they made love. Henry, on the other hand, hated them with a passion and sometimes had the urge to gouge them out.

After turning his head to the side, he ran his hand down the five o’clock shadow to the scar on his lip. He chewed it for a second before chastising the reflection with words which were spoken to him on a regular basis. To a fault, he had believed those cruel utterances were true.

“You’re only going fuck this up like everything else,” he whispered. “Lying, deceitful bastard… You’re going to ruin the lives of so many.” Henry pushed the shirt off his shoulders and turned enough to catch a glimpse of the black tribal wings tattooed across his back. The harsh words continued to spill from his lips. “Angel of death without mercy. No forgiveness for inflicting immoral suffering upon the innocent.
That is my destiny
.”

A shudder ran rampant through his body. He twisted his head on his neck, grinding his teeth together. He knew he needed to keep his head tight, and shook off his feelings while pulling his shirt back on. A slight tremor made it difficult to button the shirt, but he managed.

He bounced three times on the balls of his feet, and shook his arms at his sides. “My mind is tight. Free from restraint. Together and unimpeded. Liberated to love Elaina.”

The sound of her name leaving his mouth made him smile. She was his saving grace and was all he needed.

Henry slipped on his shoes, then his jacket. He faced himself in the mirror once again, adjusting the pocket square to perfection. He nodded, and strode off to collect his love.

-Elaina-

Henry knocked on the door. “You almost ready, love? Time’s a-ticking.”

I swiped the mascara wand over my lashes over and over, making them thick and plump. Henry loved that. “Yeah, sorry. Finishing touches.”

“No need. You’re stunning already.” I opened the bathroom door and his gaze slowly moved from my face to my toes, then back up again. When our eyes met, he murmured, “Suffering fuck, love. Look at… Wow.” He took my hand and spun me around slowly. “That dress… You just…”

“I didn’t know it would make my boyfriend a bumbling fool,” I said with a flush to my cheeks. Henry wrapped his big hands around my face and brushed his lips across mine. The dark gray suit with a white button-down open at the top showed off his amazing physique. The red pocket square set it off nicely. “I must say, you look stunning, as well. That suit is like a glove on your–”

“Come on! We’re going to be late to the ceremony!” Claire yelled from the living room.

“Claire!” Marc hollered.

“Sorry. I’m hungry and ready for a beverage. It’s been a long week,” she muttered.

I had forgotten Claire and Marc were waiting for us. Henry and I laughed and headed out to them. He murmured something about the view from behind as we walked.

“Let’s go then,” Henry said with a smile. He opened my apartment door and waved everyone out.

-Elaina-

The wedding ceremony went off without a hitch. I busted Henry staring at my thighs. He chuckled, then wrapped his arm around my shoulders, snuggling me close for the rest of the time in the church.

Finally, it was time to party. We ate and had a few drinks before the lights dimmed and the music began thumping. It almost felt like a club atmosphere, which was very fitting for my cousin.

With his third whisky in hand, Henry grabbed me and dragged me out to the dance floor. As we moved to the beat, our faces were a mere breath apart. We stared into one another’s eyes, as our hips rocked and swayed. The erotic feel wasn’t lost on me. Henry tipped back the rest of his whisky just as a slow song came on. He set the glass down on a table nearby and held me tight.

“Henry, I’m so sorry about my crazy behavior.”

“Water under the bridge.”

“It’s not, though. I was horrible to you while you were trying to uplift me.” I glanced around the dance floor, and murmured in his ear, “I want this for us.”

He leaned back slightly and gazed into my eyes. “Me, too, love.”

“I want forever with you. I know it’s soon, but what I feel for you is so real. I’ve fallen hard for you.”

“I can’t imagine my life without you. You are the most amazing woman. My heart beats for you.”

I smiled and tucked my face back into his neck, enjoying his spicy scent. I felt a little sad when the romantic moment ended.

“You want another drink?” he asked.

“Have we met?”

With a chuckle, he took my hand and led me to the bar, ordering another whisky for himself and another glass of merlot for me. Leaning his hip against the bar, he stared at me with desire, lust, and need. The obvious hunger made me shiver. “Stop looking at me like that,” I said playfully, smacking his arm.

He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into his body. “You want me to stop thinking about taking you somewhere and showing you how much you mean to me?”

“Henry, we can’t.”

“Let’s go.” He tipped back his drink in one swallow and took my hand, weaving through the crowd of people.

“Henry!” I hollered, hoping he would hear me over the music. “Henry!” He paused at the cake table, grabbing a slice. “What are you doing?!” I shouted. I tried to pull my hand away, but he firmed his grip. He led me down a hall and glanced around at the doors.
Private
, the sign said on one. “Henry, we can’t do this. It could be someone’s office!”

“Good, that means there will be furniture. No one will know. It’ll be our little secret.” He shoved me inside the dim room, which was only lit by the muted sunshine coming through the blinds. “Perfect. A desk,” he murmured with a smirk. After setting the piece of cake down on the desktop, he pressed his body against me. “Now, let’s finish what we started this morning in the shower.” His harsh whisper made my body quake. He swiped the backs of his fingers across my cheek. “You look so fucking sexy in that dress.” He grabbed my arms and pinned them above my head. “Your legs are unreal, and your ass…” He pushed his hips into me. “You feel that? You feel what you do to me?”

His zipper strained against his arousal. I bit down on my bottom lip, knowing how much I was addicted to all of him…his voice, his scent, his body, and his amazing hard length. “Henry…”

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he promised with a growl.

“Oh god… I want you.”

“Do you?”

“Henry, please. I’m aching for you.”

He stepped away for a moment, the rustle of clothing filling the small office. He came back to me, jacket off and shirtless. I ran my hands over his pronounced chest. He was the sexiest man I have ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes and hands on. He touched his lips to my neck, making me shiver. The chuckle into my damp skin drove me wild.

“You are a total fucking mess, aren’t you?”

“God, yes. I need you.”

“Not before we have dessert.”

“Dessert can wait.” I reached down and wrapped my hand around the massive bulge in his pants. A stroke or five later, he rolled his eyes. A moan starting as a low rumble in his chest, pushed through his lips.

“Fuck… Stop. You’ll make me come.”

“Well, that is the goal, Mr. Daniels.”

“Ms. Cooper, the goal is to come in
you
, not in my
pants
.”

He took my hand and led me to the desk. Grabbing the dress by the bottom, he carefully pulled it over my head. I made sure to put on my black lace bra/panty set I wore on our very first date.

“Well, well, well…,” he murmured with a smirk. “You look even better today than you did when I first saw you in those but, sadly, they have to go in order to have dessert.”

He reached behind me, unhooked the clasp, pulled it off, and threw it over his shoulder. He knelt in front of me and nipped at my lower abdomen, then proceeded to slide my panties off one torturous inch at a time, biting at my hip bones. Finally, they dropped around my shoes. I couldn’t handle much more, already panting and on the verge of tumbling over the edge.

“Shoes stay on.” The tip of his tongue snaked out of his mouth and ran up my already wet flesh. “Mmm… I should just feast on you for dessert. But no. We have a slice of cake to eat.” He stood and I kicked my panties…somewhere. Once stepping back, he shook his head.

“What?”

“Love, I didn’t think you could get any sexier, but every time I see you… So fucking amazing.”

“Thank you,” I whispered with a flush extending down to my chest.

He picked me up by the waist and set me on the top of the desk. I gasped as the cool surface came into contact with my heated body. “There. Now, it’s time for dessert.”

Henry picked up the slice of cake and swiped his finger through the frosting. He looked at me with those eyes, glimmering with the devil. Holding his finger in front of my mouth, I went to lick it, but he pulled his hand back.

“Hey!”

Then he stuck it in his mouth, drawing out his finger. All evidence of the frosting was gone. I made a pouty face. “I had to make sure it wasn’t poisonous, my love.”

“My turn. I’m an expert with my mouth, you know.”

“Are you now?”

“Mmm hmm.”

He swiped his finger in the frosting again and held it close to my lips. I flicked my tongue out and touched the sweet, fragrant white cream. “Mmm…vanilla,” I murmured. I held his hand in mine, and drew his finger into my mouth, rolling my tongue all around it.

Slowly, he pulled his finger out, turning it, examining it for any traces of frosting. “Well, it looks to me you are indeed an expert with your tongue.”

“Why, thank you.”

“No… Thank you. Lie back.” He set the plate down on the desk as I rested back on my elbows. “All the way. Relax.”

I leaned back. Between the chill of the wood and the excitement of the situation, my body shuddered. Henry chuckled, and ran his fingers over my gooseflesh.

“So beautiful,” he murmured.

He dipped his finger into the frosting again, picking up a nice-sized dollop. Drawing a line down my neck, he murmured, “I’m going to kiss you here.” He dabbed a little on each peaked nipple. “And here.” He swiped his finger around each breast. “And here.” Another dip into the cake and a finger full of frosting, then he left little dots down the middle of my abdomen, circled around my navel, right to the very top of my slit. “All the way down to here.” Then he ran his finger over each hip bone. “And, of course, here.”

When he stuck his finger into my mouth to clean off any remnants, I sucked on it like I would him.

“Mmm…,” he groaned.

My entire body trembled. He let out a low chuckle, and leaned down, licking the stripe of frosting off of my neck. I tipped my chin up, tightening my skin so I could feel every second his tongue dragged down to my chest. He watched me pant, my chest pumping hard. Then he latched onto my nipple, taking all the frosting. His tongue ran around the trail of one breast, then the other. He teased the other nipple, licking off all the frosting. He traveled down my abdomen and made it to the top of my slit.

“Henry…,” I whimpered.

“Something you need, love?”

“Please…”

After kicking off his shoes, he climbed onto the desk, stalking over the top of me like I was prey.

His belt buckle rattled a second before he kicked off his pants. “Beg for me,” he growled as he lifted my leg, his tip grazing my heated flesh.

“Oh god, please.”

“What do you want?”

“Henry…please.”

“Beg for me,” he growled again.

“Please…fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”

“As you wish.”

He covered my mouth with his palm. In one thrust, he filled me to my limit. Muffled, I cried out. My eyes rolled into the back of my head when he thrust again and again. His groan rattled me to my core. He reached down with his free hand and rubbed his thumb over my clit.

Still muffled, I screamed into his hand, “Henry!” I came so hard, thrashing around, almost falling off the desk. He caught me, pulled out and leapt off the desk.

“Suck me… Suck me off!” he ordered.

I slipped off the desk, and dropped to my knees, gazing up at him. He stroked himself and pressed his tip to my lips. Diving in, I drew him right down my throat.

“Oh fuck!” He fisted the back of my hair and shoved my face into his body, choking me on his length. “Shit,” he growled. He pulled out just as I thought I was about to die from the lack of oxygen. “More!”

“Oh, god…”

He pushed my head into him and down the hatch he went again. “Oh fuck, Elaina. I’m going to come down your throat.” He thrust continuously, not stopping between my gagging and choking, ignoring my struggle. Tears poured down my face as my body fought against him.

Henry exploded and followed up with some serious throaty groans. I pulled away and rested my face against his muscular thigh, panting, my lungs screaming for oxygen. His hand found its way to the top of my head, playing with my hair.

“You, my black-haired beauty, are amazing.”

I gazed up at him again, his smile gentle, his eyes filled with the love he felt for me. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

We laughed as he helped me to my feet. “Pretty insane, but fucking ridiculously good. Let’s get dressed…and you might want to find a mirror and adjust your make-up.”

After dressing, he leaned against the desk and picked up what was left of the slice of cake. Examining it for a moment, he shrugged before digging the fork in and pulling out a large bite.

“Mmm… The cake’s good, too,” he said with a smirk.

“You’re something else.”

“What? I’m hungry. I worked up an appetite.” Henry nodded as he held out the fork with a bite of cake on it. Happily, I accepted.

“It is good, but I like the frosting better.”

“Of course you do,” he chuckled.

Once I retouched my make-up, we headed back out to the celebration. Claire and Marc were standing at the entrance of the hallway. I had forgotten about them again.

“There you are!” she snipped. “Where were you? I was worried!”

“Just checking out the building,” I murmured with a sly smirk.

She crossed her arms, shifting her weight. “You two didn’t…” Then she shook her head.

“Well, I’m about ready to go. Let’s go say congrats to Julian and get the fuck out of here.” I took Henry’s hand. He dropped the cake plate and fork in the trash as we sauntered off.

Behind us, Claire muttered, “Unreal. They could have been caught.”

“Kind of hot, actually,” Marc said. “I wouldn’t mind us getting a little naughty.”

“No way! With my luck, someone would barge in. Plus, it’s totally inappropriate.”

“You need to live a little, Claire. Tomorrow is never promised.”