Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Rush
Gigi, after ordering a burger, has barely touched her food.
She helps Emma brush her teeth and then snugs the little girl on the couch as she returns to her now-cold dinner.
“Want me to heat it up for you?” I ask as she picks up the container.
“I’m not hungry anymore.” She turns away starting for the trash.
I stop her with a hand to her abdomen. “You should eat more. You only had a tiny salad for lunch.”
She’s so soft, I dig my fingertips into her belly.
Gigi is not heavy, she’s curvy in all the right places. I don’t like a woman that feels like a man, all muscle and sinew.
She sighs. “Trust me, no one will think I’m underweight.”
“Eat, Gigi, it’s been a long day.” And I gently push her back toward her chair.
“I don’t need you to take care of me,” she huffs, but turns back toward her chair, sliding into it.
“Yes, you do.” And I am going to take care of her. First, I’m going to make sure she eats every bite of that beef.
And then I’m going to give her the kind of orgasm that makes her sleep for a week.
Or, at least, solidly for a night. Because Erika was right. One week working for me and that bruise under her eye is being replaced by dark circles.
Gigi is talented and intelligent, but she’s also so accommodating, she works herself into a frazzle to please.
She needs someone drawing the lines she doesn’t.
Not that I’m volunteering for a full-time gig. In all honesty, I’m still not sure I can trust her.
But the more time I spend with her, the more…authentic she feels.
She picks up the burger and takes another bite before she sets it back in the takeout box. My eyes narrow.
She lets out this little sigh and then takes another bite.
My hand comes to her knee under the table. Whatever the truth, I’m going to dig it out of her.
First, by filling her life with my presence. She’s had no space or room to breathe, put her face back on. Hide her real self from me.
And second, I’m worming my way into her innermost circle by taking care of both her and her daughter.
Not that’s it’s hard to care for either. I’ve never been a relationship guy, but with them…
I run my hand up her leg, over the cotton of her leggings. She stiffens under my touch, her eyes growing wide.
“Eat, sweetheart,” I murmur, squeezing her thigh.
She shakes her head. “Talking about the past, about all my mistakes…” Her chin dips.
She’s mentioned her mistakes more than once. What I’m doing is a strategy to gain Gigi’s trust.
But that isn’t why I lift her chin with my other hand, my thumb brushing her velvet cheek. Jesus, she’s my brand of woman. All soft and feminine and so fucking vulnerable. “We all make mistakes. All we can do is do better the next time.”
I can see the tears in her eyes. I lean forward, brushing my lips over her other cheek. She shivers underneath my lips, her skin pebbling.
I can worry about Gigi’s motives, but her reactions to my touch are completely honest. This woman wants me.
Which is why I can afford to take my time. “Eat.”
She smiles as she picks up her burger, taking another small bite. She chews slowly, thoughtfully as she looks back at Emma. “If you knew some of the mistakes I made, I’m not sure you’d be so magnanimous.”
Energy courses through my body. Is she about to confess who she is? Does her list of mistakes include deceiving me? “You can tell me, you know.”
She shakes her head. “I should put Emma to bed and then I should get some sleep.”
She gets up from the table, crossing to the couch where Emma has fallen asleep.
I get up too, but not to leave. Instead, I bag up the trash, send it down the shoot, and clean up the dishes.
I’m still in the kitchen when she comes out of Emma’s room. “You’re still here.”
“I am,” I dry my hands, moving toward her. “I thought you might like to be tucked in too.”
She stops in the middle of the room, her eyes going wide, her lips parting in surprise. “What?”
“You don’t need a back massager from Sharper Image. My tongue will do the job just fine,” I tell her, my cock turning to granite at the idea of parting her thighs and burying my face between them.
“I…” She wraps her arms around herself. “Those mistakes I was talking about… I’m pretty sure that making better choices means not sleeping with my boss.”
I stop a few feet from her. Because that was…well-played. But I have no intention of being deterred. “First of all, we’re not sleeping, second, we don’t have to have sex. My offer was specifically your orgasm with my tongue, and third…this isn’t a mistake.”
She shakes her head, pieces of her hair falling from her ponytail. I take another step closer, and pull the elastic out of her hair, letting the blonde strands fall around her shoulders. “I want you to dye your hair brown again.”
She’d be even sexier with long, brown hair. I want to bury my hands in it and pull while I fuck her bent over the bed.
She shakes her head again. “It’s better that I’m blonde.”
What an odd answer. “It isn’t.”
She looks away, her teeth dragging over her bottom lip. Even that is hot as hell. I reach up, running my hand over the silky tresses and then I thread my fingers through them, fisting them, as I pull her closer.
She comes, always my obedient girl, but she’s still looking away, her shoulders curled in.
I lean down, kissing that spot just behind her ear, where her pulse thrums wildly.
Am I making her nervous? Good.
The smell of her fills my nostrils. She smells like summer and daisies. All the logic is gone, as I brush the tip of my nose over her velvet skin. What’s left is this predatorial need to claim. I drag my teeth down her neck, kissing her collarbone, exposed by the ballet neck of her T-shirt.
“Rush,” she chides, her voice sounding half appalled and half hungry. I smile into her skin.
“This is happening, and I’m not giving you a choice.”
She pulls back a bit, making my hand tighten in her hair. “You are an HR nightmare.”
We’re in the living room, which means we’re probably dead middle of the new camera’s shot. I’ll have access to all this video feed later.
I lean down and whisper in her ear. “Are you going to report me, sweetheart?”
“Of course not,” she shakes her head, more of her hair brushing my cheek, before her forehead comes to my shoulder. “Here is the best place in all the world. I never want to leave.”
Is she talking about the building? Me? I don’t ask, as I slide an arm under her ass and lift her in my arms, carrying her to her bedroom.
What we’re about to do is for my eyes only.
I don’t give a shit about myself. I’ve never been shy. But no other man is seeing her, it’s a feeling that is visceral and deep.
Once we’re in her room, I set her down to quietly close the door, so I don’t wake Emma. Keeping quiet, is going to be a problem, but I’m up for the challenge.
She stares at me, her eyes wide as she takes a step back.
Naturally, I move forward. “I do like to chase.”
“Promise…” She holds up a hand and I stop, curious to know what she’ll ask. “Promise you won’t fire me for this.”
“Fire you?” I snort. Is that what she’s afraid of?
“Tomorrow…or when you get tired of me, I promise I won’t cause trouble, but…”
She’s killing me. “I am not firing you for giving you an orgasm.” I wrap an arm around her middle, pulling her into my body. “You and Emma are staying here.”
I feel her exhale, her relaxed muscles molding to my body. This is how she should always feel. Pliant like this. I hook one hand behind one of her knees, and wrap her calf around my waist, opening her to me, as I settle my cock against her heat.
She moans, tipping her shoulders back to press her hips closer.
I run a hand over her ass, squeezing, before I keep going, and dip my fingers between her legs.
She’s already soaked, I can feel it through her leggings.
Grabbing her chin with my other hand, I crash my mouth down on hers, my tongue thrusting between her lips.
I meant to go slower, woo her, but she’s making these little noises in my mouth, her hips chasing my touch, that are driving me wild and making it hard to hold back.
So instead, I take my hand away long enough to shove it down the back of her leggings, my palm skating over her skin.
She whimpers out some protest until my finger slides through her soaking-wet folds and then we both groan in satisfaction.
And when I hit her clit…
She gasps, her nails digging into my neck.
I’ve got to get her clothes off now. Because I want to see all of her, and then I’m going to watch as she cums all over my face.