Gone - Part One (7 page)

I tangle my hands in his hair as he glides his lips over mine, deepening the lush kiss. I'm pressed against the door of my apartment, my back pushing against the wood, and his hard body rocking into me.

"Lilly." My name escapes his mouth and flutters over my lips. "Christ, Lilly."

We'd agreed after we finished our lunch that he'd bring me home and we'd meet this evening for dinner at his condo. Judging by how greedy his mouth is, I know that the promise of what awaits me later today will make every other intimate encounter I've had with a man pale in comparison. Clive has kissed me for the past fifteen minutes and the raw sexual energy that is flowing from his body into mine is unlike anything I've ever felt before. I can feel every ounce of desire within me pooling between my legs.

I pull my hands from his hair to reach behind me fumbling for the doorknob. I need to get inside. I need to come before I explode in a heated rush just from the taste of his mouth. I've never been this close an orgasm without any direct stimulation. I know it's not going to take much to push me over the edge.

His hands are on mine before I have time to react pushing them over my head against the wood. "I can't get enough of you. I want to tie you to my bed and..."

I moan at the suggestion. It's what I want. The thought of him taking control of my body stalls my breathing. "I want that," I whisper against the softness of his beard.

His lips seal over mine again. His tongue pushes into my mouth, charting a path over the edge of my bottom lip before diving inside. He licks my tongue softly and tenderly before his teeth clamp down on my lip. The soft edge of pain pulls an uncontrollable moan from deep within me.

"We don't like behavior like this in the building." An older woman's voice yanks Clive's body instantly from mine.

My eyes jump past his shoulder to where one of the neighbors has poked her head out from the doorway of her apartment. "I'm…I'm sorry," I stammer vaguely aware of the pressure of his erection against me again.

"I should go inside," I whisper as I stare into his eyes. "I'll get ready for tonight."

"You'll touch yourself until you come." He leans forward as he growls the words softly into my ear." Don't do it, Lilly. You're going to save it for me."

I nod slowly knowing that even though my body is aching for release, I won't give in to the temptation. I want him to experience it with me. "I'll save it."

"I'll send a car for you at seven." His lips touch mine softly as he holds my face in his palms. "I can't wait."

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"Your breasts are beautiful." His hand cups the heavy flesh as he traces his tongue quickly over the swollen bud of my right nipple. "I knew when I saw the picture that they'd be this soft and perfect."

I moan as I arch my back trying to steal even more sensation from his skilled tongue and lips. After I walked through the door of his apartment, he'd taken my hand and brought me to his bedroom. I hadn't resisted at all when he'd stripped all my clothing off and lowered me onto the bed.

"Look how hard your nipples are." He blows his breath across them. "They're aching for me, aren't they?"

"Yes," I whisper softly into the quiet peace of the room. It's a large space, decorated clearly with a man's taste in mind. My eyes had shot to the bed the moment he brought me into the room. The dark wooden headboard is imposing. The fact that it holds the promise of restraining me only adds to its allure.

His teeth clamp down tightly on my right nipple, the soft burst of pain racing straight to my core. I shift my legs uncontrollably trying to mask the pool of wetness that I can feel seeping from me.

"You're making me break all my rules, Lilly." He's hovering above me now. His gorgeous face sporting a wicked grin. He's wearing a navy blue t-shirt and jeans and even though it's a direct contrast to the expensive, tailored suits I usually see him dressed in, the energy coming from him is the same. He's demanding, controlling and ready to take whatever he wants from me.

"What rules?" I ask to keep him in place. I want to stare at his face for a moment longer. I want to etch each fine line and nuance into my memory.

He pivots back on his heels, his hand jumping to the bottom of his t-shirt. He pulls it over his head in one swift movement. I stare at the muscular contours of his chest and stomach. His bicep bulges as he arches his arm so he can rake his hand through his hair. "I don't date women your age and I want to date you."

I smile as I reach up to graze my hand across the button of his jeans. I want him to be as naked and exposed as I am. "You're going to break that rule for me."

He pulls my hand into his quickly, yanking it from his waist. "I usually have a woman on her knees before I'll ever touch her body."

My eyes dart down to his crotch and the definable outline of his large erection through the fabric of his jeans. "I want to suck…"

"You will." His lips press into the palm of my hand after he brings it to his mouth. "You're going to slide that pretty mouth of yours over my cock. You're going to make me come all your beautiful face just like you said in the letter."

I push my cheek into the pillow. I'm suddenly awash with embarrassment. I'd forgotten about the letter I wrote to Parker. "I want to do it now."

"No." He leans forward again until the softness of his beard pushes against my cheek. "Tonight is for me. Tonight I get to have your beautiful body."

I moan softly as I feel his lips touch mine before he moves back, pulling his face across my flesh. My breath catches as I feel him push my legs apart with his shoulders. I cry out when his tongue slides softly over my cleft and I bury both my hands in his hair as he sucks my swollen clit between his lips.

"You're more beautiful here than I imagined." He licks incessantly at me; pulling everything I'm feeling right to the surface. "You're so ripe. You taste so good."

"Please, like that," I push the words from my lips. "Just like that."

"Like this," he whispers into my moist flesh. "Just like this."

I hold tightly to his hair as I grind my hips into his face. The groans falling from him into my core only spur me on more. I don't resist as he pushes my legs even farther apart. His tongue darts inside of me before he trails it back to my clit.

I feel the edge of the orgasm bearing down on me. "I'm so close."

He grunts as his tongue tightens its focus. I gyrate helplessly, my body's own natural needs taking over. Everything dims as I feel the overwhelming rush of the orgasm hit me with the force of a hurricane. I scream loudly, unable to curb what my body needs to express. He licks my lightly, softly and tenderly as I fall back from the edge.

I close my eyes when I feel the brush of his beard against my thigh. I listen intently as I hear the soft whisper of a zipper being pulled down and then the tear of a foil packet.

I whimper when I feel his legs between mine, forcing mine apart. His weight bears down on me. His strong hands grab mine, pushing them above my head. I take in a steely breath knowing that he's not going to be gentle. That moment has passed.

"Look at me, Lilly." His breath grazes my chin. "Look at me."

I open my eyes to see his handsome face above me. I try to look down to catch a glimpse of his cock but it's settled between my legs. I can feel how heavy and hard it is. "Kiss me," I say softly wanting to feel his mouth on mine as he takes me for the first time.

He acquiesces. His lush, full lips glide over mine just at the very moment he rams his thick, long cock into me in one fluid motion.

I bite his lip to quell my need to scream. He pulls back, his eyes showing the pleasure he took from the small burst of pain. "You feel so good, Lilly. So good."

His hips grind into me, each movement deeper than the last. I pull my legs around his waist wanting him to sink as far as he can within me.

I'm rewarded with a deep groan as he pumps harder and faster. "Fuck, yes, " he cries out between thrusts. "It's…so…good."

I struggle to free my hands, wanting to dig my nails into the soft curve of his ass as he takes me to the edge again. He doesn't let go of me. His head flies back as he ups the tempo, curse words flowing from his lips.

I clench around him as I climax in a heated rush, my legs falling onto the bed before they flail helplessly from the force of the pleasure. He pushes harder on my hands, drops his lips back to mine and calls my name into my mouth as his hips pump his own release.

"Is this business or pleasure?" I ask before I step over the threshold of his office.

"Both." He doesn't look up from where he's sitting behind his desk. "Please come in and close the door behind you."

I do as I'm told mainly because it's now Monday morning and after Clive had licked me to another orgasm at his condo on Saturday night, he'd taken me out for an expensive dinner before dropping me at home. I had spent the bulk of yesterday in bed, reliving the best sexual experience I'd ever had over-and-over again in my mind.

"You look lovely today." His eyes float over the plain black dress I'm wearing. "You look lovely every day."

I take the compliment with a smile. "I'm glad you think so."

"Sit, Lilly." He motions to the two leather chairs sitting in front of his desk. "I need to discuss something with you."

I feel a sense of loss being so near him, yet not having the ability to touch him. I haven't failed to notice that he hasn't gotten up from his seat to greet me. "Something about work?"

He swallows hard before he speaks, "I usually spend my time with women who are in the spotlight."

That's a kind way of saying he dates models and actresses. I'm still checking Google every morning to see if any new photographs of Clive and a new beautiful woman pop up. So far, since I've started working here, there's been nothing to add to the bounty of images already out there. I shouldn't be as grateful for that as I am, but I can't help it. After the tender moments I spent with him in his bed two nights ago, I want him all to myself.

"I've never dated someone like you." He tips his chin in my direction. "You're very different."

"Different?" I parrot back because right now I don't know whether to absorb that as a good thing or a bad thing.

"Most of my relationships…," he stalls closing his eyes briefly. "Most of the women I've been involved with haven't been interested in what I do for a living. Their focus tends to be directed towards other things."

"I understand," I offer to keep him talking. I want to understand although I don't really right at this moment.

"You're the smartest woman I've ever met," he says the words without any hesitation at all. "I knew it the moment you laced into me about how the dating app was a piece of shit."

I smile at the reminder of that day. I'd taken the bold stance of telling it like it was with the hope that I'd be able to secure a position in his organization. I never imagined it would land me a spot in his bed, under his beautiful body, too.

"I don't know where this is going." His hand flies into the air between us. "It's fun to be around you."

I was hoping for more and if he asked me, I'd tell him that fun doesn't even begin to describe the range of emotions I feel whenever I'm in the same room with him. I respect him as a businessman and I desire him as a lover.  "I like being around you too, Clive."

"I need to say this and please, Lilly, please don't misinterpret it." He pushes his hands against his desk, pulling himself to his feet. I watch in silence as he rounds his desk until he stops right in front of me.

"I won't." I try to sound genuine even though I'm bracing myself for the worst.

"I want us to spend as much time together outside the office as we can. I need that. It's just that…" his voice trails.

"You need for us to stay professional here at the office?" I ask hoping that he'll confirm my suspicions.

"For your sake, yes." He crosses his legs at the ankle, leaning back into the edge of his desk. "I don't want your co-workers treating you differently because we're sleeping together."
              "I can be completely professional." I nod my head to reiterate the point. "Is that all?"

"No." His hands clench the edge of his desk. "There's something else."

"What?" I try to level my voice.

His right hand darts towards me. "Come here."

I stand quickly, pushing my hand into his. I don't hesitate as he pulls his arms around my waist so I'm resting against his chest.

"I'm not close to many people," he whispers into my hair. "Most of the people I've loved in my life are now gone."

I know that he's referring to his family. The magazine and newspaper articles I've read about him have detailed how his family fell apart after Coral died. I understand completely the need to shelter's one heart after it suffers a devastating loss.  "I'm sorry you've lost so much."

"I'll tell you more about it soon, Lilly. I need to."

I'm counting on it. It's the opening I need to share my past with him.