Chapter 18
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Carley
He snatches me up as I run like hell to get away from him. The fire in his eyes makes me nervous, but his touch calms me. Spinning me around, he bends me over and thrusts into me. The pleasure he’s delivering is like nothing I’ve ever felt before…
My eyes open slowly as I’m pulled from my current, delicious sex dream starring Dimos Anastos. It’s still dark in the room where he fucked me earlier. After he came, we both collapsed onto the bed and passed out. I really need to buy D some clocks. I hate not knowing what time it is.
I hear ringing echoing through the hallway outside of the bedroom. That must have been what woke me. D’s heavy arm is holding me close to him and keeping me from being able to scoot off the bed with ease. Carefully, I lift it and place it onto the mattress before I slowly roll away from him.
I’m still naked, and it makes me a little uncomfortable.
But I tell myself there is no one else here and not to worry about it.
I think this is something I will need to get used to if I’m going to be spending more time with D.
I walk out into the hallway, and I realize the ringing is coming from my purse which is still sitting on the table in the entryway of the penthouse.
Shit. What time is it?
I grab it and walk quickly to the great room so I don’t wake up D. The ringing stops as I spot our now cold dinner still sitting on the blanket on the floor. I rifle through my bag, finally latching onto my phone, and my stomach drops when I look at the screen.
Shit. It’s nearly midnight, and I have eight missed calls from Saylor. How did I miss her calling me eight times?
Uhh … the running through the penthouse? The feral way in which D wrung every drop of moisture from your body and hung you out to dry?
Yeah, that’ll do it.
She’s going to kill me. I told her I’d be home in time for dinner tonight.
I don’t think she’ll care that I missed it, but she’ll be livid for making her worry.
I can’t talk to her yet, I’m too nervous.
I know she’s going to give me an earful.
I don’t want to listen to her messages either, but at least that way I’ll get an idea of her mood before I call her back.
Pulling up my voicemail, I see she’s only left three messages. I pull the throw off the back of D’s sofa and wrap myself in it, then I take a seat. Clicking on the earliest message, from six o’clock this evening, I hold the phone up to my ear and prepare for Saylor’s wrath.
“Hey, biatch. It’s about six o’clock, and you aren’t home yet.
I tried calling your office, but you didn’t answer there, either.
Maybe you left late and took the subway, for some god-awful reason, and you don’t have service.
Anyway, I just wanted to make sure you were still going to be here for dinner tonight?
Ren is making his specialty: tossed salad. ”
“Don’t tell her that!”
I hear Ren yell from the background. Saylor laughs just before the recording cuts out.
There are two more missed calls between six-thirty and eight o’clock. The first of which must have come through when we were in the shower. Then, another message at eight-fifteen which was well after we were into our surprisingly arousing game of cat and mouse.
“Umm, okay, so I’m trying not to freak out.
Ren said you probably went out for happy hour with your office people.
Which is great, I hope that’s where you are.
It’s just really unlike you not to call or text if you’re going to be late.
Please, when you get this, just let me know you’re safe. I love you, jerk face.”
I smile at the nickname Saylor uses because it’s one I haven’t heard since we were in eighth grade.
We had gotten into a tiff about something I can’t even remember—Saylor would know, though.
One afternoon, she came to my house, and when I opened the door, she was standing there with a plate of cookies.
“I’m sorry, and I love you, jerk face,” was all she had to say, and we made up then and there. I remember it like it was yesterday.
The last message from her was just before this most recent missed call. She’s pissed, and I can’t say I blame her. Usually, the tables are turned, and I’m the one freaking out when she goes missing.
“You’d better be dead when I find you. If not, I’m going to kill you myself.”
Another message came through as I was listening to the last one. I’m scared to listen to it, but I do it anyway.
“Carley, I’m sorry, I really hope you’re not dead. Please, please, please call me, and let me know you’re okay.”
She’s bawling her eyes out, and I feel like the worst person in the entire world. I get out of my messages and pull up my missed calls. Clicking on Saylor’s name, the phone barely rings before she answers.
“Carley?” she screams into the receiver.
“Hey,” I speak quietly, not wanting to wake D up.
“Are you okay? Why are you whispering?”
“I’m fine. I’m so sorry I didn’t call. I’ve been … occupied.”
The line goes silent.
“If you’re about to tell me you haven’t called because you’ve been getting laid for the past six hours ... then I may be able to forgive you. If it’s anything other than that, then I’m still mad.”
“I’ve been getting laid for the past six hours.”
A shrill scream sounds through the phone, and I pull it away from my ear before I go deaf.
“So wait. Why are you whispering?”
“D is asleep. I just woke up when I heard my phone ringing. Saylor … Oh. My. God. What we did tonight makes what we did in Greece feel like child’s play.”
“Spill!” she demands.
“Okay, but just the gist. We can get into more details when I see you on Sunday.”
“Wait. Sunday?”
“D wants me to stay with him all weekend. Including tomorrow. He told everyone I’m taking a vacation day and he’s going to work from home.”
I had plans with Saylor initially this weekend. With me starting this job, it’s been a while since we’ve been able to spend the entire day together like we used to. So I’d told her we could do lunch and shopping on Saturday.
“I’m sorry, I know we were going to go out.” My whisper has risen slightly. “This was completely unplanned, though. D is kind of … persuasive, if you know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I think I have an idea.” There is a sadness in her tone that kills me.
“But next weekend, I’m all yours,” I promise her.
“You better be. Also, we’re heading to 2-1-2 tomorrow night for drinks and then maybe a club after that if you and D-bag want to tag along.”
“Okay, I’m vetoing that nickname here and now.
You can be mad at me all you want, but he had no idea we had plans this weekend.
And I’ll let you know about tomorrow. We can’t exactly parade around the city together.
Someone from the office might see us, and that would create a shitstorm he doesn’t need right now. ”
I think about what happened with his former assistant.
“It wouldn’t bode well for you, either. Don’t think for one second you wouldn’t be painted as a ladder-climbing harlot.”
“No, I know. It would be bad all-around. Listen, I really am sorry. If nothing else, maybe I can slip away by myself tomorrow night for a little while.”
I don’t know how D would feel about that, but I don’t think he’s going to want to go with me, either.
“I would love that, bestie. I miss you.” The smile in her voice has returned a bit, and I make a silent promise to make D understand why I need to go tomorrow.
“Me too,” I pause. “Hey, I’m still pretty tired, so I am going to go back to bed, but I love you, I’m so sorry again for making you worry, and I’ll hopefully see you tomorrow.”
“You better. Love you, too. Good night.”
I take a deep breath when the line goes dead, letting it ease my nerves a little.
“Is everything okay?”
D startles me, and I jump, turning in my seat to look at him.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He leans over the back of the sofa and presses his lips to mine. “I woke up, and you were gone. I panicked that you’d left me again.”
He circles the sofa and takes a seat next to me, yawning.
“I’m not planning on going anywhere anytime soon,” I tell him as he pulls me back against him.
“I know you’re not. Besides, I wouldn’t let you even if you tried. I’d follow you to the bottom of the deep blue sea if I had to.”
I’ve never been one to feel aroused by threats and the idea of being held hostage by a crazy, obsessive man. Especially not after having an actual stalker. But it’s different with D. Even though I don’t really know him yet, the idea that he wants me so badly is exhilarating.
He speaks again as he begins to run his fingers up and down my arm, forcing goose bumps to the surface.
“I didn’t mean to listen in on your conversation, but when I came looking for you, I overheard what you said. I didn’t take into consideration that you may already have plans this weekend. I’m sorry about that.”
“It’s okay, I can go to lunch with Saylor any time.”
“I know you can. As much as I want you all to myself, I don’t want to come between you two, either.”
“That’s sweet of you.”
I lean my head back so I’m looking up at him. He peers down at me before pressing his lips to mine again.
“Where were you planning on going?”
“I don’t know for sure. We were going to go shopping and have lunch somewhere. Why?”
“Just curious. And you mentioned something about tomorrow night?”
“Yeah, Saylor said her, Ren, and whoever else are going to Bar 2-1-2 and maybe to a club after that. She invited us.”
“We can go if you want to go.”
I sit up and turn toward him so we’re face-to-face.
“Aren’t you worried someone is going to see us together?”
“It’s a concern, yes. But we can cross that bridge when we get to it.
I don’t want to miss out on anything because we need to hide what we have from anyone.
I want it all with you, Carley. The last thing I want is to have an office romance.
However, I can’t imagine not spending all day with you again.
I don’t want to be that cliche, but I also don’t want to leave your side. ”
I want to say something, but I can’t speak through the big, goofy smile on my face.
“As stupid as this sounds, I think we should go all in until we get caught. If and when that time comes, then we can tell people you’re quitting so we can be together.”
My smile drops slightly at the thought of leaving Okeanós.
“What’s wrong?” he asks me.
“It’s silly, considering I was preparing for interviews with other companies when you walked through the lobby last Friday.”
He hits me with a look of disapproval.
“I cancelled them, don’t worry,” I laugh. “I want both, too. I don’t want to leave the company, but I also don’t want to stop seeing you. I don’t know if we’re meant to be, but I’d like to see how it plays out.”
Leaning forward, he pulls me in for another kiss. I can feel the heat building within me again as his tongue dances with mine.
Seriously? Haven’t you had your fill yet?
When he pulls away from me, I immediately miss his lips.
“How about this? Call Saylor back and ask if you can move your girl’s day to tomorrow.
Enjoy the day—on me. Izaak will drive you girls wherever you want to go.
Shopping, lunch. Hell, hit up the spa if you want to.
I really do have to finish reviewing the semiannual report, in addition to a few other important items, so I’ll do that while you’re out.
Go home, get ready, and I’ll meet you at the bar tomorrow night. ”
The big, goofy grin is back on my face at his generosity and desire for me to keep my promise to Saylor.
“Are you sure?” I question.
“Well, I was going to have you entertain me while I work tomorrow, but there will be plenty more opportunities for that in the future.”
Saliva pours into my mouth at the thought of sitting under his desk, sucking off one of the most powerful men I’ve ever met while he runs his empire. My eyes go wide, and my breath quickens.
“Only one stipulation.” He cocks his eyebrow as the side of his mouth rises the way I like.
“Anything.” I answer, biting my bottom lip flirtatiously.
“You leave with me, and we finish our naked weekend.”
“Sounds perfect.”
This time I move. Standing up on the sofa, I let the throw fall from my body.
I don’t recognize myself right now, but I’m loving everything about the girl I am when I’m with D.
I’m in love with the look that materializes on his face when I straddle him and kneel down over his lap.
Reaching beneath me, I wrap my fist around his dick and line it up with my entrance.
His hands immediately land on my breasts, his thumbs already rubbing over my pebbled nipples.
“I need you again, D.”
“You have me, théa. You have all of me.”
Gently, I lower myself down, letting his dick fill me once again. It hurts. He’s rubbed me raw inside from all our activity today, but I love every twinge of pain.
It reminds me of his passion for me.
It tells me what we have is real.
It obliterates any doubt I had about Dimos, and I am ready to give all of myself to him in return.