Chances (Mystic Nights #1) (16 page)

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fter Aliya’s show,
Jonathan was waiting in the wings. Again, he was exhausted, but after their earlier conversation and dinner together, he wanted to reassure her that he was there for her. He wasn’t going anywhere soon, if it all.

“Are you coming home with me tonight?” she asked shyly from underneath her dark lashes.

He sighed. Even though tomorrow was Sunday, he couldn’t. No days off for him until he figured out this mess in accounting. “I can’t. Wish I could. But I was hoping you would come up to my suite tonight. For a little bit anyway. I need to be here early. I’ve got a slew of accountants coming in tomorrow and I have to be here to greet them. It was something I decided at the last minute.” After Simon had left, he spent another two hours on the books and found more errors. Stupid errors Simon should have caught easily, especially if he’d found them. His ire had gone through the roof and he’d grown more than suspicious of Simon. He was beginning to think Simon was in on this. His nerves in their brief meeting had more to do with guilt than being embarrassed or sick. “They were originally coming Wednesday, but this just can’t wait. But I do need you with me tonight.” It would be her choice. He thought about asking her to leave some of her clothes in his suite, for nights like these, but did not want to push. Too soon, he thought. But in his line of work, he was lucky to make it to his own home four nights a week.

“Sure. I’d love to. Just let me grab my bag. I have some extra clothes in there.” The smile he gave her chased her fears away that she’d told him too much too soon. Yes, she was definitely falling in love with this man. He was easy to love, and she was happy she had taken the chance on him.

As soon as the door to the suite was open, Aliya’s senses were overwhelmed by the roses. They were everywhere. Pink and white roses in vases. At least a dozen bouquets were scattered about the rooms in crystal vases. Aliya twirled taking it all in. With the chandelier glowing softly in the center of the large room, the light glinting off the crystal dazzled her. He’d done this for her. Had been hoping she would come up. He cared. She felt a lump rise in her throat making it difficult to speak.

She also saw a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket by the bed. Two champagne flutes sat on the bedside table waiting to be filled. Next to them were strawberries covered in chocolate.

“For me?” she asked in astonishment.

Jonathan’s reaction was to laugh. “Of course this is for you. I wanted to show my girl how special she is. How special this is. What we have found together.”

Aliya ran the three paces it took to reach him. His arms were already open. She gazed into the eyes of the man she loved. So quickly she had fallen, and she had never felt so cherished in her life, in this moment and in this man’s strong arms. She pressed a kiss to his lips, eyes wide open. “Thank you, it’s . . . perfect.” It was the only word she could think to use. But it was true.

“You are perfect,” he replied and kissed her back on the tip of her nose. Pulling back slightly he gazed deeply into her almond shaped eyes, the pupils large in the dimly lit room. “Aliya. I’m falling so hard,” he admitted.

Falling. Like her. It just came out. “I love you, Jonathan. I know it’s soon. But I feel it. I really do.” She touched her hand to her heart. “In here.”

Jonathan’s answer was to claim her lips, and show her how much he returned those very same feelings. His lips crashed onto hers, and she opened for him. His tongue plundered her sweetness. And she was sweet. When her tongue tangled with his, he knew he was lost. Her hunger was as strong as his. He began to lead her towards the bed. When they got there, he broke the kiss and began to undress. Her movements began to mimic his. When she was standing before him in the purple silk panties and bra, he sucked in air like a drowning man. “God, Aliya you are so beautiful. So incredibly fucking beautiful. And I . . . I love you too,” he ground out as he reached for her, taking her with him onto the bed.

Aliya was on top and she took advantage of the situation. “God, I love you.” Her words were urgent, her motions frantic as she reached for his cock. She wanted to show him how much she loved him. She knelt between his knees and grasped him.

His instinct and her fingers had him pushing his hips up to her greedy little hands. God, what it would feel like to have those lips on his cock. He groaned at the thought. And as if she were reading his mind, she scooted down further and lay on her stomach. Her eyes made contact with him, and those eyes glowed with power as she delicately licked the tip.

Again, Jonathan released a hiss of air. He wanted nothing more than to fuck her mouth. But he allowed her to take the lead, risking losing all of his control to this woman. He’d already gambled away his heart. When her tongue slid along his shaft, the moan of frustration that escaped him could not be repressed. He wanted to watch her take his cock into her mouth.

And again, it was like she could read his mind. She did just that. His cock jumped at the heat of her mouth as she took him deeper.

“Argh!” The sound escaped once more without his consent. Her lips slid back up and then down. Her tongue swirling around him kept him gasping, craving more of her fuckable mouth. When her hand circled the base and she began to stroke him in time to the movements of her mouth, Jonathan felt the tightness in his balls. It was torture. Fucking heavenly torture. Torture he never wanted to end. But his body once more betrayed him. He rocked his hips and reached down to take a fistful of her hair so he could control the pace. He knew what his body needed. Her. Her mouth, and her sweet pussy.

He was about to come and warned her. She just kept right on sucking his cock, gripping him tighter and pulling him in deeper. The explosion that took him was fierce. He spilled his seed inside her hungry mouth, and she sucked him hard, and dry.

“Oh, fuck Aliya. You can do that again any time you want,” he stated as he gripped her from under her arms and pulled her up along his body.

His lips crashed onto hers. Aliya was thrilled she’d been able to do this for him. But Jonathan wasn’t done with her. When she felt his cock beginning to stir, he rolled her over so she was underneath, then he climbed off of her. She felt the pang of loss, but it was momentary. He popped the cork on the champagne sending a flume of the honeyed liquid up into the air which he expertly caught. He poured two glasses and handed her one as she sat up on one elbow to receive it.

“To you. To us,” he toasted and took a sip of his drink after touching the rim to her glass.

“To you. To us.” She repeated the simple toast. He took her glass and set it down, but filled his once more. She saw the glint of mischief before she realized what he planned to do.

“Take off your bra and panties. Then lie back, Aliya.” His tone was husky, full of desire for her, and she complied, willing to do anything with this man. She would travel to the ends of the earth for him.

He stood beside her as she got comfortable on the bed. Then he lifted the glass above her and dropped a few drops on each nipple. The cold made her already hard nipples get harder. She gasped as the liquid trickled down her breasts. Next, he poured a few drops between her breasts, sprinkling a path down to her abdomen filling her belly button with the cool liquid that quickly warmed. He looked then at her pussy, and she witnessed his cock straighten and stand at attention as he contemplated his next moves. But instead of pouring more of the champagne there, he set the glass down and then returned his attention to her pussy.

As he gazed at her slick pussy, Aliya parted her legs giving him an even greater view. He could see she was already wet. And he wanted to taste her. The real her. His hand reached for her hip and he trailed his hand down to between her legs before cupping her. Her gasp of delight at his claiming her mound had his cock hard and ready, throbbing. He slipped one finger inside and felt her wetness, but he stroked her clit for a moment to hear her purr for him. Lifting the finger to his mouth he tasted her juices and knew how sweet heaven was. Getting in the bed beside her as she whimpered over the loss of his finger, he quickly gave her what she needed, desired and craved. His mouth found one waiting breast, and he clamped around the nipple pulling the sweet bud into his mouth. She arched her back into it, and grasped his head, holding him to her.

He pulled the nipple with his teeth, elongating the sensitive bud and that elicited another cry of pleasure from Aliya. She was beginning to squirm. “I need you. I need more,” she cried out almost painfully.

He knew she was ready so he began to trace the trail of the champagne lingering over her belly button while he used one hand to part her folds and once more began to stroke her clit. She was panting and he knew she was close, but he had yet to taste her nectar, so he positioned himself between her thighs and replaced his finger with his tongue.

“Oh God, yes, yes,” she cried as she began to gyrate her hips. He chanced a glance up her body and saw she was grasping her own breasts, plucking her own nipples and that made him even wilder with desire. There was nothing like seeing a woman touch herself. He needed to be inside of her. Crawling back up her body he reached for the drawer, his jagged breathing matching his urgency. He pulled out the foil packet, tore it open and Aliya’s hand took the sheath from him, sliding it down his length.

There was no waiting then. As soon as the condom was on, he scooted back down into position and plunged deeply inside her heat. He felt her already trembling. Her pussy walls clutching and squeezing him, taking him deeper. He pulled out against the sweet friction and plunged in again. And again. Fucking her deeply. He found his rhythm and pounded into her in his rush to find his release with her. He slammed into her over and over again, the sound of his balls slapping against her drove him on, until she screamed, and that was all it took. He plunged in once more as the contractions of her pussy sent him over the precipice.

They reached nirvana together. Then they slept. Blissfully. In each other’s arms.

*

Aliya was in
the shower while Jonathan finished dressing. He glanced at his cell phone and saw he had missed a call from the front desk. A Mr. Risolli had arrived earlier than expected and was sent to the rooms Jonathan had reserved for him. Marco Risolli headed an independent firm of accountants that Jonathan had heard about from his sister. She had interned there and respected the firm greatly. He’d called them last week and made arrangements for them to come. But last night, he’d called again. For a hefty fee, they had agreed to come and examine his books. Immediately. After speaking with Simon yesterday, he knew something was off. It had been a gut reaction, and one he was feeling good about as he finished dressing.

He needed to meet the man, and see when his associates would be arriving. Risolli booked a flight, but his other men needed time to move a few things around before they could come out. He didn’t want news of the independent audit leaking out. So he needed to get the man into the conference room without too many people asking questions. If the press, tribal council, or anyone for that matter got wind of what he was doing, what he suspected, it would make the papers. It would hurt his family, yes, but more importantly it would hurt the entire reservation, and business. The gaming commission would come breathing down his neck. He set his phone down and popped his head into the bathroom. Although Aliya looked absolutely delectable when wet, he needed to go. But she was tempting.

“Hey doll. I need to go meet someone. Will you be okay?” he asked while soaking in the sight of her. All wet! That image would stay with him all day.

She was startled at first, but turned her head and smiled at the pleasant intrusion. Jonathan was almost as devastatingly handsome in a suit as he was undressed. Almost. She smiled to herself at the wicked turn of her thoughts. But she didn’t press. She could tell he was anxious to go.

“Yes. I’ll be fine. I have a change of clothes in my bag and then I will head home.” She shooed him out seeing how anxious he was.

But he didn’t rush out just yet. “I’ll call you later today.” He stuck his head inside the open shower for a quick kiss but couldn’t resist pulling her sexy bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling on it just a bit. “I really gotta go,” he groaned out his frustration. “But please, know I’d rather be in there with you.” She gave him a coquettish smile which earned her a slight slap on her gorgeous wet ass. And then he was off.

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