Champagne Showers (31 page)
The more I rub and tease, the more he nibbles my clit and rams his two fingers into my overzealous “P”. I feel another wave of heat and he moans as I get even wetter. He removes his fingers from my “P”, gives my clit a kiss and then slowly kisses his way up my body. He reaches my mouth and gives my mouth a tongue bath. I taste my sex on his breath mixed with the mandarin from the love lotion. He reaches down to my crotch, takes his fingers once again to my love spot and collects some of my wetness in a wiping motion to rub it on his cock. He says nothing but locks eyes with blatant desire.
“Remember, I always expect you to look at me when you cum.”
Gah, I think I could cum right now. Did he really just wipe my wetness on his cock? That is so embarrassing, yet hot as hell. I can feel all of my muscles tightening and throbbing, I need his cock in me right now!
I reach down to stroke his cock and part my legs as far as I can so that he gets the message!
He gets the message. Without waiting, he jams his cock’s full length inside of me with a loud grunt. I scream out in surprise and then he puts one hand on each of my legs to brace himself as he goes straight to pounding me with his hard length. He moves in-and-out in a rapid but smooth motion. I raise my hips up to meet each and every one of his thrusts. The pressure builds in my loins. I look up into his eyes and what I see are storm clouds ready to burst. I feel wetness at the corner of my eyes and realize that I’m weeping. The slamming continues and I can hardly breathe. The pain in my loins is not from physical harm but from sheer intense pleasure. This is what I can describe as pure ecstasy. I reach down with my hand and feel his cock gliding in and out of my “P”, and that is the undoing for both of us. Harrison’s eyes fly wide open and he screams out some expletive, though I don’t know what. Simultaneously, I feel a rapid fire of explosions in my loins. As he is cumming, he continues to move in and out of me and then he hits my magic hot spot again.
I feel my body shattering under his and I cum again and again with an intensity that I can’t control nor do I want to. I feel his cock thrashing around inside me as he blows his load. With another loud guttural growl, Harrison collapses on me. His cock is still inside me and I can feel the warmth from his load trickling out of me. The extraordinary connection I feel at this moment sends another aftershock through me. Harrison raises his head and looks at me. “Still?”
I shrug my shoulders and he tilts his head to kiss me in a sweet and tender melding of lips. He then rolls off me, taking his pleasure piece with him. For a brief second I feel very empty. Removing his body from mine leaves me cold and void. I snap myself out of it right away and relish in the proverbial afterglow.
He scoots out of bed, walks over to the coffee table and picks up the champagne flutes. He hands me one and then takes his and clinks his glass on mine. Before he gets a chance to speak, I purr, “Welcome home, Harrison.”
“A man could get used to this kind of homecoming.” He gives me another of his smoking hot looks. I don’t think I will ever tire of looking at him or of the way he looks at me.
I feel my loins stirring again and I think, down girl! Geeze, give it a rest for five minutes.
I sit up and crawl into the covers, then drink the rest of the mimosa. He is lounging naked on top of the covers and I allow myself to indulge in committing to memory every curve of his well-defined body. I can’t imagine how he keeps so fit with the schedule he keeps. I smile to myself as I think I know one way.
“What are you thinking about, you little vixen?”
Feeling myself turn several shades of crimson again, I mask what I’m really thinking about. “Oh, I’m just thinking about how this is such a great way to start my day.” I smile and raise my glass.
He looks at his fancy watch and then moves to get out of bed. “I have meetings all day.”
I stick out my bottom lip. He plucks it with his finger then grabs my hand, “Join me in the shower, you have been dirty and you need to be cleaned.”
“Well I believe the same can be said of you.” He leads me into the bathroom.
I follow him into the glass-enclosed shower and he turns on the multiple heads. He turns me around and sets to lather me up with the sweet and erotic smelling vanilla body wash, paying special attention to particular body parts. I then do the same to him. I start at his chest and work my way slowly down to his mid-section, caressing his stomach and then I work my way down to his cock, which is now erect again.
He moans and then as I think he is leaning around me to grab the shampoo, he presses his body to mine and pushes me up against the glass side of the shower with my breasts smashing against the glass. His hand fondles my “P” from behind. I feel my body responding to him and I attempt to turn around to face him, but he keeps me wedged against the glass while he sucks at my neck below my ear. He continues with his fingers probing my “P”. He takes both of his hands and lifts me up and moves closer to the glass wall.
As he expertly lowers me down onto his cock, I reach down with my hand to help guide him in. Once I am impaled on his cock, I put both of my hands on the glass to steady myself as he continues to hold me up against the glass and ram himself into me. We move as one body under the hot cascading water. I feel his body start to tense up and I reach down again to feel his cock sliding in and out of my “P”. It is so erotic feeling his cock in my “P” with my fingers. The steady in and out builds the tightening sensation in my loins. Harrison leans into me for one last thrust, and then both of our bodies cum in unison. He lowers me down off his cock and turns me around and grabs my face and shoves for a passion-filled exploration of my mouth. It’s too much for me to take. I feel like I’m going to collapse from the sheer passion. After he’s done with my mouth he returns to the task of washing.
He steps out of the shower, hands me a towel and then grabs one for himself. After he dries off, he disappears from the bathroom. I proceed to put on my makeup. I’m hastily drying my hair when he returns fully dressed in a pair of modern fit charcoal grey slacks, a white dress shirt tucked in with a sleek black belt and the red tie I was wearing earlier this morning loosely around his neck. He smiles at me and then yanks at the towel that’s wrapped around me. I scold him as the towel falls to my feet exposing my naked body. He just stands there eyeing me and then swats me on my behind. “Nice ass, Danielle.” Then he turns to finish his toiletries.
In the bedroom, I put on a simple pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a white fitted v-neck shirt and a black cropped fitted blazer. I top it off with a silver multi strand necklace and a silver wide cuff. I slip on my black Tori flats and admire myself in the mirror.
Harrison re-emerges, putting on his cuff links as he strides over to me. I like what I see. His hair is perfectly messy and he smells like that spice market again. Oh, be still my loins!
“As I mentioned, I have a meeting that will take me most of the day. I need to call the detective to get a full update on things. I think they apprehended the guy yesterday. I need you to give my assistant all of the contractors you used. The detective needs that information so they can track down who installed those cameras.”
“Okay, I can do that when I get to my office.” I guess fun time is over and it’s back to reality.
“I will have Jeff drive you to your office and make sure everything is okay. My meeting is actually here at the towers so I will remain here.”
He grabs his matching suit jacket and drapes it over his arm and while doing so he glances at his watch. “Shall we? I have just enough time to grab a quick bite. You worked up my appetite.”
“You sir, worked up mine,” I say, attempting to keep a straight face.
I set my overnight bag down by the water wall on our way to the kitchen. I hear a noise coming from that direction and get instantly freaked out. “Harrison!” I hiss, “Did you hear that? I think someone’s in the kitchen.”
“Of course there is, Philippe and his son are here.”
“What? You mean while we were in there making a ruckus they were out here? That’s mortifying Harrison!”
“Relax, Philippe is very discreet. Besides, I doubt you can hear anything in the kitchen anyway. About 2800 square feet are between the kitchen and my master suite.”
I can feel that my face is on fire again. Geeze, I’m not used to having extra people around when I’m having sex. Well, I’m not used to having so much sex period.
We enter the kitchen and there is Philippe cooking at the stove and another dark-haired man sitting at the island on the stool I usually sit on. They’re speaking in French.
The man at the island turns to us as we enter and gives us a big grin, and then looks at Harrison and winks while saying hello in French. Harrison introduces me as Danielle Austen, but no mention of being his girlfriend or any other sort of endearment. I guess it’s too soon. He introduces the dark-haired man as Philippe’s son, Garrin Leone. He had flown down with Harrison last night and will be here working with Harrison for a while. He is staying at the hotel down the street that Towers Holdings owns, but he will be at the towers a lot.
I learn that Harrison is going to be selling the building that his company headquarters has been located in downtown for the last four years. He is moving all of his US offices to one location in the top two floors of the Rogue Tower. This is news to me. Another bit of intriguing information is that the building he is speaking of happens to be the same building that my attorney who conducted my divorce is located. How weird. He didn’t actually tell me it was the same building. I put it together when he told Garrin that he wanted to get a good aerial picture of his building. He wants to make sure it doesn’t contain the pink reflective building next to it because it is distracting. There’s only one building next to that pink building that would be tall enough for that to be an issue, and that is Tanya’s building. Not that it matters really, just an odd little coincidence. It reaffirms that I know very little about Harrison and he knows very little about me. We connect on such an amazing level physically, I wonder if that is the extent of our connection.
I remain rather quiet during breakfast as I find my appetite has slowly begun slipping away. I end up drinking my coffee and eating half of the veggie omelet that Philippe made for me. I feel left out of the conversation and I really don’t have anything to contribute. I wish that the handsome, dark-haired French man were at his hotel eating his breakfast, and that I could have Harrison to myself. Realizing the time, I make a move to clear my dishes, but Philippe won't let me. He takes my dishes from me and shakes his head while saying something in French. I turn to Harrison to say my goodbye, but he is engrossed in his conversation with Garrin.
“Gentlemen, I’m sorry to interrupt, but I must leave.” I look directly at Harrison and ask, “Will Jeff be waiting for me downstairs, or maybe it would be easier for me to grab a cab?”
Harrison stands and scowls at me. “That is nonsense; you will not be taking a taxi. Jeff has been downstairs since 7:45 this morning when he brought us here from the airport.”
Oh, right you and your French entourage. This isn’t quite what I’d had in mind when he suggested we grab a bite before we go our respective ways. He failed to mention that we would not be alone. I was hoping to seize the opportunity to ask him a few questions.
I give Harrison a forced smile and then turn to Garrin, “It was a pleasure meeting you.” He takes my hand, kisses it and then says, “The pleasure was all mine, Mademoiselle.”
Harrison takes my arm and walks me to the foyer. “Don’t forget that list of vendors and contractors I need from you.” He kisses me a quick goodbye. The elevator opens and I walk in and turn around to see him looking me up and down with that smirk on his face. “Danielle. Tonight. Location number ten.”
With that, the door shuts and I instantly feel wet.
Later that day I’m sitting at my desk in my office not focusing at all. I got the list of vendors and contractors to Harrison when I first got to work. Then I began working on the proposal for the new clients in Lake Oswego. They are actually proving to be harder than I had thought they would be. The sourcing of the various materials I have in mind is becoming more of a challenge. I‘m scheduled to give them the presentation next week, and I don’t want to work over the weekend if I can avoid it. My mind keeps returning to Harrison. I’m so distracted and turned on by his last comment to me. Now he has another location in mind? I wonder what he has planned for me and I feel my loins warming at the thought. Oh no, not while I’m at work. Naughty girl, focus, focus. Honestly, it’s his fault anyway; he brought it up and then didn’t give me a time or place. I have no idea when he will send his driver Jeff to fetch me. I like having someone drive me, but really, it’s not necessary. I’m quite capable of driving myself to my appointments and to Harrison’s place. It strikes me that he has never been to my condo. Although it isn’t the sprawling lap of luxury that his penthouse is. My condo has charm and is quaint. Besides, the decorator did a pretty great job, if I do say so myself. I stand up, stretch and grab another swatch ring. I proceed to sit back down in my chair. I set back to work on designing the new sitting room, adjoining living and dining room. I lose complete track of time while I become so engrossed in my work.
My phone starts buzzing on the desk and I go to pick it up. Damn it! The caller ID shows it is another of those unknown callers again. Annoyed, I answer, “HELLO!”