CHAPTER THIRTEEN
GEMMA
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“Let’s take this to my bedroom,” Drew says, patting my bottom when I stand. He pulled out while he was coming and sprayed my neck and the diamond necklace with his cum.
I feel like the most wanton woman in the world.
And I don’t hate it.
How can I when before me stands a sexual god?
Ripples of muscle line every inch of him, including the deep six-pack of abs and the V leading down to his cock that I just had in my mouth.
I’m trying not to overthink this.
My body is in charge, and as long as that remains the status quo, I am going to enjoy this one night.
I’m still thrumming from the orgasm after he ate my pussy. Now, the need to have him inside me is all-consuming.
Drew scoops me up, carries me upstairs and down the hall to his master suite. I’m not surprised to find his linen is black. In fact, the entire room is black with silver and deep green features. It’s masculine and fresh.
He places me on my feet, rips off the duvet, and then follows me onto the bed, climbing over me.
“I need to be inside you so goddamn bad I can barely think,” he growls.
“Condom,” I remind him.
“Fuck. Yes.” Drew climbs off and is back in half a minute with a rubber on.
For a second, an echo of guilt rises within me. I shut it down. I want this. I want this night and all the pleasure I know Drew will give me.
I survived my husband and cannot remain celibate forever. He wouldn’t ask that of me, I know. Perhaps it’s not so much my wedding vows I’m concerned with; it’s that I’ve never felt so wanton and so desired as I do in this moment.
By Drew Carrington...not my late husband.
How can I be okay with that?
“Where was I?” Drew brushes strands of hair from my forehead, lowers his mouth to mine and kisses me slowly, like I’m the juiciest peach he’s ever tasted.
And God, can he kiss!
I don’t ever want him to stop.
He tugs my hip, and I feel the tip of his cock against my opening.
Oh boy, I am really doing this. I’m going to have intercourse with another man. Sex with a man who isn’t my husband. Who isn’t the man I’m going to spend the rest of my life with—
“Stay with me, Gemma.” Drew’s voice is gravel, and if I’m not mistaken, I sense concern. Not that he won’t get to fuck me, but he’s aware of where I am emotionally.
I don’t think he would stop.
Not in a non-consensual way, but there’s a dominance about him which would keep me going if I lost courage. I don’t want him to stop.
My hands move, exploring his powerful chest, and he takes that as my answer. His cock slides through my folds, and I moan.
I love how big this man is, towering over me as his cock requests entry despite our bodies fresh from orgasms. It’s an eagerness to connect and be one.
“Two seconds, beautiful girl. If you’re going to say no, you need to do it now,” Drew rasps roughly.
“Keep going.”
“God, I want to fuck your pussy.”
My body arches in response, and the head of his cock slips in.
We both groan.
“Fuck.”
“More,” I say, lifting my hips as high as I can, but Drew has them in a gridlock.
“Say yes, Gemma. Make sure,” he demands.
“Yes, yes, fuck. Yes. Fuck me, Drew.”
“Jesus.” He roars and slams deep inside me, the pain sending my eyes into the back of my head.
But I want it.
I want the pain.
I want the pleasure.
I want all of him.
Slam, slam, slam.
“Oh God,” I cry.
“Christ, you feel fucking incredible.” Drew thrusts in again after pulling right back. “I could do this for hours.”
I hope he doesn’t. It’s been a while, and despite this feeling incredible, I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk afterward.
“That’s it, strangle my cock.”
His enormous body rocks over me, his eyes locked with mine as his cock fills my core, grounding the pleasure in me like a punishment.
I begin to tremble, startling me with the awareness that another orgasm is on its way. I’ve never come just with penetration, but the way Drew moves, the way he holds my attention with the raw desire in his eyes, I can barely breathe.
“Drew,” I pant.
“I feel you. I feel you clamping around me...oh fuck yes. Come for me, Gemma. That’s...yes, fuck!”
We both explode simultaneously.
His thrusts turn rapid as I hang on to his biceps for dear life. We both cry out our pleasure.
When Drew collapses on top of me, sweat clinging to him, peppering kisses along my neck, face and into my hair, my arms wrap around him, and there’s a brief moment where I wish he would never let me go.
My eyes fly open. I’m wrapped in his arms, his cock deep inside me, and I like it.
Very much.
The feel of his strong, burly frame feels safe and protective. The way he took control and yet gave me permission to say no.
The weight of the diamond necklace is heavy around my neck as it lies between us, and I remind myself this is just sex.
A sexual fantasy for him.
And for me. I need to be honest about that.
Tomorrow we go back to being Drew Carrington and Gemma Ford. I work for him right now.
I hope he is a man who can keep his promise and treat me with professionalism and respect. Please don’t let this risk my home and daughter’s future.
When Drew moves to the side and flops on his back, I start to climb off the bed.
“Hey.” Drew reaches out.
“Bathroom,” I explain and then lock the door behind me.
I need to go home. Now. I don’t want to have any awkward conversations. I don’t want to lie in his arms.
I don’t want to feel all the things I know are going to come rushing to the surface now that my lust and desire have been sated.
Guilt.
Shame at my lack of professionalism.
Insecurity at what Drew must think about an inexperienced woman like me.
When I flush, wash my hands and then step back into the room, he’s asleep. Or at least pretending to be asleep.
Perhaps this is what he does.
I nibble on my bottom lip for no longer than five seconds, then undo the diamond necklace. I place it on the black covers beside him, then run my eyes over his glorious naked body.
He’s beautiful.
And now I must leave.
Tiptoeing out of the room, I search for my clothes and find them scattered.
I dress, find my purse, and pick up my shoes.
It’s not until I’m in the elevator that I slip on my stilettos and call an Uber.
Regret starts to seep its way into my bones.
Please don’t let this destroy everything.
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DREW
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I HEAR THE ping of the elevator, and my eyes snap open. I’m attuned to all the sounds in my home, just like anyone. And unlike the other guys, I haven’t given them access.
Fuck that, I value my privacy too much.
Which means Gemma left.
Shit, I absolutely crashed out when she was in the bathroom. Not surprising given I haven’t slept much this week. A good fucking orgasm will do that to you.
I wasn’t expecting Gemma to snuggle up after, nor did I want her to. But I’m surprised she high-tailed it three and a half minutes—approximately—after she screamed my name.
Jesus.
Turning my head, I find the Manhattan diamond necklace lying on the black covers, shards of light from the moon hitting it. Well, except for the parts smudged with my cum.
I let out a sigh and wrap my palm around it.
Dinner and a movie would have been cheaper, but far less erotic.
I climb off the bed, head to the bathroom to deposit the condom, rinse the necklace, then put it in my safe.
Gemma’s perfume lingers, and it makes me regret that she’s left. In a short time, I could have gone another round. Another two or three before morning.
I know why she left.
This isn’t her life.
Where I visit the club and have a little black book of women that I sleep with when the desire hits—which, let’s face it, is regularly—she’s a mom.
Turning the shower on, I step under the warm water and tip my head back as I rub soap on my chest and down over my groin.
Next week is going to be interesting. I hope I don’t have to hunt Gemma down again on Monday morning, as that will piss me off. We were both consenting adults tonight.
Has she gotten home safe?
I shouldn’t care.
But I do.
I console myself knowing she lives close by and in a safe area, but it still haunts me for a few hours as I lie awake after my shower wondering how I’ll keep the information we are unearthing about her husband’s choices under wraps.
That is what will hurt her.
Keeping Open Leaf running as it currently is will not be tenable for much longer. I’m not in the business of owning companies that are not profitable.
Now that Gemma and I have doused our lust, it’s time to get down to business.