Bliss Series Boxed Set: The Whole Damn Harem (70 page)

When I reach the very end of the corridor, I pause for a moment, resting my head against the cool wood as I try to collect my thoughts and prepare myself for whatever might happen in the office I’m about to enter. Will he be angry? Or will he be eerily calm in a way that is all Sean?

I stand up straight, looking down my body to check that I’m presentable before pushing my hair back behind my ears and knocking once firmly, then softer a second time as my momentary bravado starts to lose steam.

A few seconds later, the door opens and my vision is filled with Sean—shirt loose and unbuttoned at the top, his eyes tight, his expression indiscernible.

“Samantha,” he murmurs, not taking his eyes away from my face which is telling.

“Can I come in?”

“Do you want to? Or are you just in need of a ride home? I just watched your
friend
leave alone,” he sneers.

“Sean, please. We need to talk.”

He steps aside and I walk past him, the small space forcing me to turn sideways as I brush past him. My breasts graze his chest and I gasp as sparks ignite between us. I slowly look back up at him and see his stormy eyes full of heat, so I quickly step into his office and stop in the middle of the room, turning around to face him. I’m not feeling as drunk as I did downstairs. The importance of the next few minutes acts like the most potent cup of coffee I could ever drink.

He shuts the door, turning the lock before facing me and leaning back against the door. His head drops and he takes me in, starting at my black strappy heels up my legs and working his way slowly over my curves. His intense gaze feels like a gentle caress full of heat and promise. I shudder and I know he doesn’t miss it. I’m so turned on right now; I swear he could breathe on me and I’d climax instantly. It feels right to be with him. Despite my misconceptions about his strength and his power over me, Sean is the most in control man I have ever known.

So why am I shaking like a leaf in anticipation?

Sean

“I shouldn’t want this,” she murmurs quietly, unsure of what she is saying. I watch her body, looking for cues to prove what I already know. She’s lying to herself and more importantly, to me.

Staying grounded where I am, my back to the office door, I watch her face and the inner battle ensuing between the need to stay and the desire to run. And it
is
a need; even if she hasn’t realized it yet. “But you
need
it, Samantha. You need
me,
don’t you?”

I take a step toward her as she steps back until her body hits my desk. I continue to advance and her chest rises and falls quickly, her breathing labored as her body tells me what she is not yet prepared to admit.

When I stop the heat from her body radiates through mine, and I have to stifle a groan at the sheer magnetism of the woman in front of me. Her untapped compliance that she still refuses to acknowledge after all of these years draws me in.

Closing my eyes I stand and simply breathe her in. Her coconut scent, the same body lotion she used to use back in college, brings back memories of our bodies entwined, our lips meshed together as I brought her to climax time and time again. I shake my head and open my eyes, meeting hers full of latent heat and desire.

“Sean, I—”

No. She’s not getting another moment to talk herself out of this, out of us. She’s been running for way too long. This time, it’s for keeps. This time, I’m not letting anything come between us. Not her mother. Not my brother. Not her job. Not some convoluted idea she gets in her head that she is not the submissive I need her to be. I’m sick of the bullshit and this time, I want what is mine. And Sam is mine.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pull her body tight against mine and slant my head, slamming my mouth to hers as she gasps in shock. My hand grabs her blonde ponytail, holding her in place, and her tight muscles relax as soon as my tongue rolls over hers.

I set out to rediscover the beauty that is Samantha Richards.

Her taste is intoxicating and I find myself wanting to consume her, to lose myself inside of this gorgeous woman whose mind continues to deny the never ending connection between us. In this moment, I want to show her everything I am, everything I can do to her, every possible way I can make her feel. I know I’m losing control, but with Sam …

I don’t care.

I press my hips into her, pressing my hard-as-steel cock against the softness of her stomach. I feel her arms move between us, and when I expect her to push her palms against my chest and push me away, she fists my shirt and pulls me closer, thrusting her hips into me in silent invitation. She may not be able to admit the words, but she can show me with her body, with her actions. She can no longer deny that the spark between us is as strong as it was in the beginning.

I pull my head back slightly, raking my teeth against her bottom lip as I go. I scan her face, looking for any remaining uncertainty. But all I can see are swollen pink lips and eyes full of want and I know in that moment that I have my Sammy back, even if it’s just for a few moments, a few hours, maybe a night. And if that is all I get with her, then I’ll take it willingly. If this is the only chance I get with her, I’m going to make it count. I’m going to draw it out and make it last until neither one of us can move. Hell, until neither of us can breathe without remembering the way we were and this night.

“You were saying?” I say, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t stop,” she rasps, then she shocks the hell out of me by cupping my cheeks with her warm, velvet soft hands, and guiding her mouth back toward mine. Slow, tentative licks with her tongue against my lips remind me that as much as I want this woman, my Sam, I need to start slow and work her up to my level. The same level where I believe she wants to be, where she’ll be hoarse from screaming out my name as she comes over and over again. Fuck, I want that.

I give her a few minutes, letting her have some semblance of control before I take over again. Forceful, demanding Sean is back in the room. I’m not going to ask anymore, I’m going to take what I want. And right now, I want my Sammy to be writhing breathless beneath me as I take her. I feel any leftover resistance seep from her body as she relaxes against me, tacit acceptance of everything I’m giving her and more. I tilt my head and plunder her mouth, my hand on her waist slipping down to her ass, my fingers gripping tightly, making her feel every inch of what is waiting for her. My other hand grips her hair roughly, pulling just enough to demand her attention. Her answering moan is all the fuel I need as I drag my mouth along her jaw and down her neck, nipping with my teeth before soothing with a lick of my tongue. I move my leg between hers, lifting my thigh until it’s flush against her warm center, angling her pelvis hard against my leg with pressure on her ass until Sam’s instincts take over and her hips start thrusting against my leg, seeking the friction she needs to find exquisite pleasure she seeks, the ecstasy I want to give her.

“Fuck,” she moans as I continue to kiss her neck. I can’t get enough of her, I never want to stop. Her skin tastes divine, exactly how I remember, sweet as honey and sexy as sin.

She tastes like home.

She continues to grind against my thigh, my throbbing cock straining against her hip, hard as steel and likely to leave bruises by morning, but right now I want more from her,
need
more. Releasing my grip on her hair, I trail my palm down the back of her neck, running my fingers over the curve of her shoulder and down inside the V of her dress. Slipping my fingers inside the satin cup of her bra, I curl my hand around the curve of her breast, gently squeezing in time with the thrust of her hips against me. I swipe my thumb across her hard nipple, loving the shudder that surges through her body. Her breathing quickens, letting me know how close she is to coming so leaning forward, I nip her earlobe, “Come for me, Sammy. Let me hear you cry out my name.”

“Holy shit!” she screams as her climax hits her and she rides it out with hard and long strokes of her pelvis against my leg. It takes every ounce of control I have to stop myself from coming in my pants like a horny teenager.

I move my hand out of her top and start running my hands slowly over her back and arms as she comes down from her extraordinary high. That was sexy as shit and I can’t wait to feel her come all around my cock. I pull my leg away, smiling when I hear her mournful whimper at the loss.

“Sammy, I need more than this. Let me show you how good it can be. Give me this. Tonight.” I cup her jaw with my hands, my eyes boring into hers as I wait for her answer. I hold my breath because I don’t know what I’ll do if she pulls away from me again. It hurt the first time, and even big bad Doms aren’t invincible. Twice would shatter me.

Her breath fans over my face as she struggles to recover. Her eyes drop to my mouth, then back up to meet mine. She nods as her lips part, and I watch as her tongue darts out to touch her swollen mouth. “But not here. I want you, Sean, but I can’t do it here. I just can’t.”

I watch her for a few seconds, realizing that she’s being completely upfront with me. Her hands resting on my hips haven’t moved, and she hasn’t pulled her body away from mine. She’s fully on board with the idea of this, of us, but as her head drops to the floor I realize she’s holding her breath too.

“Anything you want. This is about us. Not the club. Not our past. Nothing except you and me, here and now. I’ve never wanted anybody as much as I want you.” I reach down and adjust myself in my slacks. My cock is so hard it hurts. It’s been a long time that I’ve felt like this. “I want you to know, I never play at home, only here. You’re the only woman I want in my bed right now.” I shut my mouth suddenly, stopping myself from saying that if I had my way, she’d be the last too.
Baby steps, Miller.
I’ve waited for her to come to me, now I have to bide my time.

“Sean, I—”

“No. Don’t tarnish this with regret or apologies, Sam. If you’re sure about this,” I take a step back and hold out my hand toward her, “then take a chance on me, on us. I want to show you how good we can be. I want to have a chance to prove to you that we’re good together.”

Without any hesitation, she places her hand in mine, forcing me to bite back a smirk of satisfaction. I give her hand a gentle squeeze of encouragement before pulling her hard into my chest. Reverently kissing her temple, I hold my lips against her skin, “You’re not going to regret this.”

“I know” she whispers. “Believe me, I know.”

“Breathe (2am)”

Sean

Lying on my back in my third floor master bedroom, I stare at the ceiling as sleep evades me. Looking to my bedside table, I see the time tick over to 2 a.m. but I don’t care. It’s the early hours of Sunday morning, and the woman I could never get enough of is asleep in my arms, her head resting in the crook of my shoulder, her naked leg tangled with mine with her hand resting on top of my chest, directly above my heart.

It shouldn’t feel so right, should it? Whatever this is between Sammy and I shouldn’t feel so good right off the bat, like there was never a decade we lost.

My plans to bring her back to the condo and reconnect with her in the most pleasurable physical way were curtailed when Sam fell asleep on my shoulder in the car on the way home. I wasn’t pissed off though; she was still slightly drunk and grew sleepy in her adorable post-orgasmic haze. When we arrived at my door, I carried her up the stairs and into my bedroom, laying her down on the bed.

“Can’t sleep in clothes,” she murmured as she clumsily tried to take her dress off over her head without standing up, all the while mumbling, “Sleep naked,” to me.

“Just wait, Sammy, I’ll help you.”

“You just want me naked and begging.” Her husky, slurred voice pulled at me.

I leaned in close, dragging my large hands over her hips and dragging the soft material of her dress up with them, making sure to feel the smooth expanse of her skin under my touch. I didn’t miss the small shudders or the goose bumps that followed, and I had to bite back a groan when she arched her back subconsciously and thrust her breasts even closer to my face.

That wasn’t my only problem.

There was a half-naked Sammy lying on my bed, in my house, the two of us alone in private and void of interruptions for the next eight hours at least.

She was being sexy and funny and cute and I didn’t want to do a thing about it until she was awake, sober and cute.

My black cotton boxers covering her smooth pussy kept taunting me. It was hard enough keeping my hands to myself when I saw what lay underneath after she insisted I change her underwear.

The glimpse of her breasts through her black lace bra was begging me to put my mouth on her.

My night had gone south when I saw that cretin pawing at her in my club. When she saw me, I didn’t miss the flash of guilt that washed over her features. I could tell she was thinking of me, imagining … no,
wishing
it were me with her, touching her, kissing her.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for a bit of exhibitionism in the right context, but watching the woman I want, the woman I
need
get dry humped in front of me is not my thing, so I mentioned to my bouncer that Sam was allowed up if she approached him, but no one else, and that I’d be in my office if anyone needed me. The hardest thing out of all of that was turning my back on her and walking away.

But walking away from each other seems to be a bad habit of ours, doesn’t it?

I managed to dress her in one of my T-shirts, and my boxers so that her dignity remained intact. Once she was sleeping soundly on her side in my bed, I stripped off and walked into my en suite and turned the shower on, not bothering to close the door. Not waiting for the water to warm up, I was immediately hit with cold water from all six jets, soaking me from all directions. Feeling my built-up lust ease slightly along with the stresses of the night, I finally started to relax. My cock still ached for relief. I swear, I was in physical pain from being turned on for too long.