Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
Rush
Her words push every button I have.
The protector first. Is there a dragon I need to slay? But then the worry I can’t seem to shake that she isn’t who she seems eats at me again.
I’m always and forever trying to prove myself. I don’t want Gigi to be my big mistake.
Her eyes flutter closed, her cheek coming to mine. “As your assistant, I think it’s my job to take care of you.”
One corner of my mouth turns up in mock amusement. While her words are humorous, I have the feeling they aren’t what she’s concerned about at all.
It might be time for me to use some of the trust we’ve built to start digging. “You are not my assistant in this moment. You are my…” I pause and her head lifts.
“What am I?” she asks, her touch like feathers along my skin.
I’m not much for commitments, but I want it to be clear that this is an exclusive relationship. Another man touches her and I will break every one of his fingers. “You are mine.”
The corners of her mouth turn up as she lets out a breath. “We established that yesterday. I remember.”
“Good. I’m glad you do. Because I want you to tell me if I have to worry about Emma’s father appearing?
” If I’m being honest, Emma feels like mine too.
Maybe it’s the way Killian dotes on the girl, or how even over the last few days, I’ve watched her bloom in the building that I created. She’s happier here in my world with me.
Gigi’s face shudders, going pale. “No.”
“But I thought your ex was a problem.”
She looks away then, pain etched all over her features. “My ex-husband isn’t Emma’s father.”
My head whips back. “What?”
Her fingers curl into my shoulders. “I didn’t want to tell you because I worried you’d change your mind about me.
But when my father died, my college boyfriend came to the funeral.
We’d broken up because I’d gone to UChicago and he was out in California.
But I was so sad and I felt so alone, that when he came… ”
Fuck. I already know. Fucker took advantage of her grief and slept with her. Got her pregnant. “Does he know about Emma?”
Gigi shakes her head. “When I went to tell him, he…uh…he had a fiancé. He was engaged.” A tear tracks down her cheek.
She swallows. “I went back to Chicago where I’d already dropped out of school and taken a job as a paralegal, but I was so alone and scared and pregnant and that’s when I met my ex. ”
The facts wash over me. Gigi is the sort of beautiful that would make a man beg, borrow, and steal.
In fact, I wonder if her old boyfriend would have married her instead if he’d known about the baby.
Not that I’m telling him. But the guy that she married, the one who bruised up her face… “Let me guess. After only a few dates, you came clean about being pregnant, and he proposed, promising to take care of you and the baby.”
“How did you know?” she asks, looking at me with wide eyes.
I sigh. Beg, borrow or steal. “Lucky guess.”
She shakes her head. “The point is that while Emma’s father won’t turn up, my ex knows that Emma is the most important thing in the world to me and I…”
I pull her against my chest, wrapping my arms around her. Because her lies, what she’s done, she’s done to protect Emma. And she’s learned not to trust men with her truths too soon.
“I understand.” I kiss her cheek, my hands splaying out on her back. “But you’re safe here, Gigi, no man is touching you.”
I hear her breath catch just before her mouth finds mine.
The kiss is a simple press of her lips, but it sets me on fire. It’s the kiss of the woman begging me to keep my promises.
I already know what Gigi would give me in return. Everything.
I stand, lifting her with me and carry her to the bedroom, kissing her several times as I enter the dark room.
My balls are on fire, my cock so ready to be buried deep inside her.
I hope Gigi’s ready for the kind of boyfriend I am going to be. Possessive and demanding.
Then again, having been my assistant, she knows.
I lay her down on the bed, rising up. I don’t intend for either of us to be wearing any clothes this time.
I want to feel her skin and so I shed my clothes in record time, even as she lifts up on her knees, taking off her shirt and then lays back down to wiggle out of her leggings.
The show of her breasts giggling while she tugs at her clothing has my cock leaking cum. With a knee on the bed, I grab her hand, pulling her toward me. “I want my cum on your lips.”
Her large brown eyes meet mine, as she sits on the bed with her legs folded. She leans forward, placing a soft kiss on the tip.
I grab my shaft, moving my cock to paint her lips with my seed. Then I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, applying pressure.
She complies, her pillowy lips opening, as she slides them around my thickness, her tongue dancing over the swollen head.
My fingers tighten in her hair, as the chords of my neck pop out. Her mouth is like heaven, I’m leaking more cum as my teeth grit together. “Fuck, Gigi, that feels so good.”
She sinks all the way down until she’s got my full length in her hollowed-out mouth. I see her gag and I ease my grip, letting her slide back off. I come out of her mouth with a soft pop. Without missing a beat, I push her back, climbing up her body and thrusting inside her.
She arches into me, her legs open for me, even as her lips find mine. This is what I love about Gigi, she isn’t pretending. Her body gives to mine without any reservation whatsoever.
I kiss her back, opening her lips, and thrusting my tongue against hers even as I pull out of her and push back in.
I’ve got no patience tonight. This day has worn me thin, and Gigi feels like a balm that I didn’t even know I needed.
I ramp up the pace, my hips pistoning into her as she meets me thrust for thrust, arms tight around me, her mouth against mine.
I feel her body tighten as I swallow down her cries of pleasure. I want them too. I want all of Gigi, every bit.
She must feel my need, the demand I’m making of her, because she digs her fingernails into my back, her high-pitched cry filling my mouth as her sweet pussy grips my cock so tight, I think I might break wide open when I cum.
But I force myself to hold back. I’ve got a lot more fucking to do and I’m not blowing the load yet.
I let her ride it down, her body going limp under mine. “Lock your legs around my waist, baby,” I growl against her lips before I lift her off the bed. She’s languid in my arms, kissing my neck, but her legs around me is enough to keep me buried inside her.
I carry her to the corner of the room, her back hitting the wall next to a window as I bend my knees so that I can thrust up into her.
“Pump for me, baby,” I growl into her ear. She tightens her legs, coming higher off my cock, before she relaxes them again, sinking down on me.
Fuck, it feels good, I’m in so deep, drowning in the silk of her pussy.
“I love how fucking soft you are,” I say as I lift her hips and slam her back down on my cock. “Your pussy makes me crazy.”
She gasps in my ear, her fingers digging into my hair.
I try to slow myself down. I want this to last, and I don’t want to hurt her either. But I have this feral need to mark her as mine.
No other man gets to touch this, no other man gets to lay any claim on her. Only me.
I’m half mad as I piston into her, the slide of her slick skin only making it better. “I’m going to break for you, baby,” I grit into her ear. “You’re going to break me.”
“Yes,” she hisses into my neck.
It’s her voice that does it. It’s breathless and wanton and I have this moment that I know, sex with anyone else will never come close to this.
Gigi was meant for me and me alone.
I cum, feeling like my insides are turning out, like I’m giving her every drop, filling her, as my body shudders and shakes.
Her limbs are wrapped around me, her skin pressed tightly to mine as her lips kiss all over my face.
I slump against the wall, my head burrowing into her shoulder.
My breath is ragged as I hold her tight. In a minute, I’ll carry her to the bed. Tuck her in, keep her pressed against me all night.
“Gigi,” my horse whisper vibrates into her neck.
“Yes?” One of her hands trails down my spine.
“You don’t have to keep secrets from me. I’ll always protect you.” And then I push off the wall.
I feel her stiffen, shifting so that’s she’s easier to carry. She needn’t bother. I’ve got her weight.