CHAPTER TWELVE
DREW
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I can confirm this is the most expensive fantasy I’ve ever fulfilled; Gemma naked, lying on my bed in just her stilettos and the Manhattan Diamond.
A total of seven hundred thousand dollars.
I have no doubt she will be worth every single dollar.
Her lips are bruised from my kiss, and I can barely keep my hands off her as Jeeves drives us through the wet New York streets to my penthouse.
I fail, running my hand up her thigh, and she doesn’t stop me. I want to feel her throbbing, needy pussy. My cock is thick in my pants and eager for her mouth.
For all of her.
I’m going to shoot my cum all over her diamond clad neck when I have her on my bed.
The thought has me squeezing my cock.
Gemma doesn’t notice; she is too busy touching the teardrop diamond in a state of shock.
Good.
I like women submissive.
I like her.
“I can’t believe you did this.” She faces me. “I can’t keep it.”
I don’t give a fuck what she does with it afterward. I’d pay a million dollars to fuck her, diamonds or no diamonds. Neither is necessary and I’m not going to question why I did it.
She liked it.
I’ll worry about that later.
I grip her face and kiss her again. She tastes like Cristal. “Who says I’m letting you leave?”
“Oh, so you’re a kidnapper too?”
“Does that turn you on? If so, yes.”
“You’re very confident.”
I smile because she’s right. I am and she can’t wait for me to fuck her until she can barely form a sentence.
“You scare me.”
“No, I don’t.” I face the windows, knowing she’s lying.
It’s my job to read people. Gemma is not scared of me. She’s scared of her attraction to me.
“How do you know?”
“Because if you were,” I glance down. “You wouldn’t have let me keep my hands between your wet thighs for the past few minutes.”
Her mouth parts, and before she can respond, Patrick opens the door.
We’re home.
“Want me to follow you up, boss?”
“No.” I sent off a message to my broker to have the necklace insured immediately and got a response saying it was done before we left the hotel. “Have a good night.”
Gemma and I walk into the building and head up in the private elevator.
When the doors close behind us as we step out, I take her purse, drop it on the small table, and her green eyes lock on mine.
“I haven’t ever done this.”
“Your daughter is proof you have.” I can feel the mirth sparkle in my eyes.
“I mean casual sex.”
I assumed so, but I’m not entertaining her insecurity. She is perfect. This chemistry is palpable.
“It’s the same, but better.” I wink. “Let me show you.”
“Please don’t do that.” Gemma glances away. “I need...a minute.”
Christ.
I wasn’t prepared for this. I’m no asshole, but I’m not making her hot milk and conducting a therapy session while she comes to grips with sleeping with a man who is not her husband.
This wasn’t a romantic date.
I’m not a suitor or whatever it is women look for.
Which is why Zander tried to stop you.
Gemma is not a woman you fuck and leave, but she’s here with me and knows what I’m offering.
I run a finger down her arm, then softly grip her hip. “If you want, I will drive you home. But I don’t think you do.”
“No.”
“One night.” I step closer, reaching behind her for her zip, my eyes locked on her mouth.
“One night.” She shudders.
Inch by inch, I pull the zip down until her red dress pools at the floor, exposing bare c-cups and a pair of black lacy panties.
Fucking hell. My cock could cut glass it’s so hard.
I take Gemma’s hand and place it over my erection, and it looks like she’s going to panic. I don’t give her time to.
“Take it out.”
With little finesse, she does as I ask and slides her hand inside my pants, taking my cock in her hand.
I’m commando.
It pays to be prepared when taking a beautiful woman out. Not that I ever expected the night to end like this. Honestly, it’s just habit.
That, and I fucking hate briefs.
“You’re big.” She lifts her gaze.
I nod, sliding my fingers between her legs. “And you are dripping.”
She swallows.
Undoing my bow tie with one hand while Gemma strokes me, I circle her clit with my other hand. Then I toss my tie and use both hands to remove my jacket.
Stripping everything else off, I watch Gemma do the same, keeping the diamond necklace and her stilettos on.
She remembered. As if she would forget.
She looks like a fucking princess.
“Come here,” I rasp, leading her to the dining table where I lift her up. “Christ, you’re beautiful. Widen your sexy legs.”
My penthouse is huge. A fire roars in the living room beside us, and a mind-boggling chandelier hangs two stories above us due to the high stud ceilings. The furnishings are a mix of modern and French country, tastefully done by someone with more creative flair than me.
“Are we alone?” Gemma asks, glancing around me.
“Yes.” I kneel before her. “Now, lie back and let me taste you.”
Finally.
I press my face into her soaking cunt and suck her flesh.
“Oh, oh! Drew! My god.”
I feel her trembling and have little doubt Gemma is going to orgasm quickly. Especially if she has been self-pleasuring since her husband died. I plunge two fingers into her, finding her surprisingly tight, and groan as I swallow her juices.
She tastes delicious.
Tart and sweet, and it’s pouring out of her.
As she arches and clenches tightly around my fingers, I suckle on her clit.
“Good girl, enjoy my mouth on your pussy.” I lick. “Like you’ve been imagining in our meetings. Me licking your cunt, my tongue darting inside you.”
I do just that.
“Yes...”
“Yes, you have, you dirty girl.” I replace my fingers once more and circle her clit. “Now come for me, Gemma. Show me what a good dirty girl looks like when she comes on my face.”
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Pulsing around me, she climaxes powerfully, thrusting her sex into my face.
Christ, I want to slam my cock inside her and almost do as I stand and start to stoke myself.
Why wait?
I see the sparkle of the diamonds and remind myself this is one night that we won’t repeat. I don’t do repeats and I am not arrogant enough to think Gemma Ford will give me another night.
It will be business from here on in.
So, I am savoring every minute.
Tightening my hand around my cock, I help her off the table and thread my hands through her dark silky hair, kissing her with a rawness I’m only just containing. Then I lead her to the living room, in front of the fire and push on her shoulder.
“Down on your knees, pretty girl.” As she lowers, I guide my cock to her lips, and she hesitates.
God, please tell me she’s given head before.
I’m not asking. I squeeze her mouth and she opens, lifting her eyes to mine, making me ten times harder, if that’s possible. Then my hand slides around the back of her neck, and I let out a groan as her tongue slides out and pulls me into her hot mouth.
Gemma takes over.
Skillfully.
Fuck, yes.
The diamonds sparkle wildly as she works my cock up and down, and I hit the back of her throat.
“Fucking hell,” I moan, widening my legs.
Her breasts bounce, and my eyes dart to the heels on her feet still. She’s a living, breathing sex dream. If I don’t get ahold of myself, I’m going to come down her throat in seconds.
“You taste nice,” Gemma says.
“Jesus, woman.” I tighten my grip on her hair. “Don’t talk.”
She smiles, and for the first time, I see the little sexual demoness behind her facade. Perhaps it’s not a ruse, but I love this side of her.
God, imagine having time with a woman like this to fuck forever. Bringing her out of her shell, watching her glow and become the sexual goddess she really is.
Some man will.
It won’t be me.
And I’ll fucking hate him.
Then she surprises me again and opens her throat. My cock slides in as saliva drips from her mouth, her gagging reflex kicking in.
Mother fucking fucker.
I almost lose my footing as my orgasm strikes my spine and explodes out of me.
“Gemma, fuck! Jesus fuck!”