Chapter 14
14
R AIN
My mouth falls open as I take in the house.
Strings of lights swirl around the columns, descending toward the stairs, and lit candles flicker on the windowsills.
He rounds the car and helps me out, the night breeze rolling over me, shrouding me in the sweet scent of wild roses.
Taking a deep breath, I indulge in their aroma.
“Mmm... They smell good.”
“They do,” he says, looping an arm around me.
A gust of wind sweeps the shrubs, draping a cloud of petals over us. Soft and fragrant, they fall through the air like rain, some getting caught in my hair.
A soft smile tugs at his lips as he takes me in.
“I couldn’t have possibly arranged for all this to happen...” he says, removing petals from my hair.
Running my hand over his shoulder, I brush them off him too.
We lock eyes, and silence falls over us.
“It’s been a long road,” he says after a moment, tenderly stroking my neck. “And it hasn’t always been an easy one...” he continues while I cup his hand and a smile glints in his eyes. “But this is where another road begins. And I don’t know if this time will be easier, but I hope we’ll stick with each other till the end.”
He silently observes me as I bite my lip to stop my happy tears from falling.
As much as I’d love to say something meaningful in response, I’m afraid I’ll end up sobbing.
He tips my chin up and softly kisses my lips, and my arms twine around his neck as I press myself into his body, overwhelmed by the sensation.
My heart dances with happiness, my body hungry for his.
I can’t believe how much I missed his touch.
Gently, he breaks away from me, takes my hand, and walks me into the house.
The rooms are softly lit, candles glowing everywhere.
We walk across the foyer before reaching the living room.
The doors facing the lake are wide open, the wind unsettling the water blowing rose petals into the room.
“You said you wanted to see the other side of the house,” he says mysteriously.
“There’s always a hidden side with you, isn’t it?”
“Not anymore, baby.”
He opens that secret door and invites me in.
We walk down a few stairs and reach the basement, where marble floors stretch beneath our feet, and warm lights glow over the walls.
Another door comes into view.
He swings it open before we enter a large chamber.
A gasp falls from my lips.
Red walls, scarlet velvet sofas and chairs, golden sconces, and black floors. A large bed sits in the center, dressed in black.
Mirrors line the walls, capturing the entire room.
My hand flies to my mouth.
“Oh, my God. This is... “
“What you were searching for three years ago. Yes. Although it had never looked like that before.”
The memory of that night zaps through me.
I shift my eyes to him.
“I finally found it,” I say.
A grin tilts his lips.
“Yeah, you did.”
“I can’t believe it was so close,” I murmur, distracted as he brings his fingers to my shoulders and sweeps off my dress straps.
“Does it look how you imagined it?” he asks.
His breath fans over my lips, distracting me even more.
“Yes, it does...” I murmur, my skin warm from his touch.
“That’s good...” he says, slowly pulling my zipper down. “I wouldn’t want you to be disappointed.”
My dress falls to the floor. I take a small step to the side, my hand locked with his.
His gaze dips.
With smoldering passion, he takes me in, his fingers slowly stroking my skin before unclasping my bra.
He peels the lace off, freeing my breasts before running his palms over them.
My nipples pucker from his touch.
Tenderly, he cups my face, his body pressing into mine.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this moment,” he murmurs against my lips.
Labored breaths escape my mouth as he cuffs my neck and locks my lips.
He slides his tongue into my mouth, a hot sensation growing from his touch, burning through my blood.
Famished, I respond to him, no longer fearing losing him.
“You’re not going back,” he breathes into me. “Not now, not ever.”
We lock eyes, emotion gleaming in his gaze.
“It’s going to take some time.”
“I’m willing to wait,” he says.
“What happens if we grow tired of each other?”
A knowing smile tilts his lips.
“You’ll end up being a very disappointed, wealthy woman,” he says.
“That’s not what I want.”
“Me neither.”
He kisses me softly as I unbutton his shirt and slide my palms across his shoulders, peeling it off.
My hand goes down, trailing the ridge of his erection through his pants.
The feel of him being aroused spreads fire through my veins.
“I missed you... ” I murmur.
Smoothly, he shrugs out of his clothes, wraps an arm around me, sweeps me off my feet, and lays me on the bed.
Our lips connect, his body hovering over mine as my legs wrap around his waist. Running my hands down on him, I stroke and kiss him, worshiping him the way I used to do in the past.
I wrap my fingers around his shaft.
He’s hard as steel.
“I missed you, too,” he murmurs, sliding deep into me.
I clench around his hardness while he throbs against my warmth.
“You’re heaven to me,” he murmurs before he sensually moves, and my body absorbs every bit of him, every sensation, every emotion spurred by his touch.
I close my eyes, indulging in being one with him.
“You’re the best man… I love you, James.”
“I love you too, baby.”
And then he takes my lips.
* * *
RAIN
“They’ll know,” I say, my breaths shallow.
Sliding my fingers through his hair, I arch my back and tilt my hips, relishing his hot mouth between my thighs.
He swirls his tongue and sucks on my clit, sending tingles down my spine.
“No, they won’t,” he says, rushing before pressing his lips on me again, making my flesh throb.
He yanks my panties off and rolls my dress up to my waist.
My bare butt sits on his desk, my heels sunk into the armrests of his chair.
“They’ll know if I moan.”
He tears his lips away from my slick flesh and tilts his head up, his eyes locking mine.
“There’s no if. You will moan, darling.”
Holding my gaze, he stretches his arm, reaches for his desk phone, and presses the intercom button.
“Lynn?” he rumbles.
“Yes, sir.”
“Send everybody to the conference room.”
My eyebrows tilt up, a smile curving my lips.
“Until...?” she asks.
“Further instructions.”
“And tell them to do what?”
“Be creative, Lynn,” he says, utterly disappointed in her lack of initiative.
He releases the intercom button.
“Better?”
I nod, barely stifling a chuckle.
“Your secretary knows now.”
“She’s not paid to know.”
“Hmm... So, that’s what she’s been doing all along.”
“Shut up, Rain,” he jokes.
We share a quiet chuckle.
“How am I supposed to walk out of here?”
“Proud,” he says, grabbing my hips.
He pulls me closer, his mouth landing on my clit again.
“James...” I mumble before forgetting about everything and moaning, his strokes––hot and wet and firm––whipping up a storm in me.
“Oh, fuck,” I murmur, wrapping my legs around him.
Propped on a hand, I desperately press his head against my pussy as he starts tongue-fucking me.
Moaning and heaving, I reach a mind-blowing high, all that tension swiftly morphing into pleasure.
I squirm and whimper, almost naked on his desk.
Eyes burning, he pushes up to his feet, swiftly unbuckling his belt, freeing his erection.
Iron–hard, he enters me, sliding in all the way, filling me up.
Another wave of pleasure rises through me fast.
“I... want... to feel your body,” I say between gasps.
One arm sweeps me off his desk, the other holding me against his body.
I curl my arms around his neck while he pivots with me and presses my back against the wall.
His lips crash onto mine, my fingers slipping inside his neckline. I pull it to the sides with force, tearing his shirt open.
The buttons fall to the floor.
“Wait,” he says.
I wind my arms around his neck again as he shrugs out of his shirt completely.
He unzips the front of my dress and flicks my bra open.
His arm goes around my waist again, his mouth sliding onto mine, his hand removing my bra and my dress.
He rams into me while I close my eyes and take his pounding.
“That’s what I want...” I murmur in a trance as he hammers me hard.
We clash tongues and roll our lips, feasting on our passion.
My nails sink into his back as he firmly grabs my hair and cups my butt, holding me against his forceful thrusts.
“Yes...” I murmur, edging. “James...”
He’s railing me hard and fast, the walls of his office shaking.
I spend about a second thinking about how everyone gets a pretty good idea of what we’re doing before my thoughts turn to dust.
Moments later, cum trickles down my thighs, my frame still shuddering with pleasure.
Head pressed against the wall, I close my eyes and catch my breath, my grip finally slackening.
“That was damn good...” I murmur, cracking an eye and stealing a glance at him.
A lopsided smile tilts his lips as he studies me with hooded eyes.
“You’re fucking good, James Sexton,” I say, stretching a soft grin. “And if you ever dare to cross me, I’m gonna fucking kill you,” I murmur.
His chest rocks with laughter.
Running my fingers over his face, I soak him in. A soft smile touches his eyes.
“Now show some mercy and release those people from the conference room,” I say as he gently lets me down.
“You okay?” he asks, offering his hand as I struggle to regain my balance.
“I am. It’s just that I can’t walk,” I say.
Smoothly, he fixes his fly.
“Can you sit on your butt?”
“Yeah... That I can,” I say, grinning, my eyes slanting to his bulge.
He laughs and shakes his head.
“You have such a dirty mind,” he says.
“And that’s a problem because...?”
“I didn’t say it was a problem,” he says, amused. “Give me a few more moments. I’ll finish soon.”
He sweeps his shirt off the floor, opens the closet door, and tosses it on a chair. From a hanger, he peels a new one. Pressed, brand new.
His fingers move up swiftly, buttoning it up.
He slides his hand through his hair while I pick up my dress, my bra, and my panties, and I do my best to put everything back together, hoping to look moderately decent.
He sinks back into his chair.
Sprawled in an armchair across from his desk and close to the door, I set my eyes on him.
“You’re good?” he asks.
I nod.
His finger lands on the intercom button again.
“Lynn?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Send the people back. I’ll be in the office,” he says and checks the time on his phone, “for about an hour, maybe less. Bring me everything you need me to sign off on.”
For the next thirty minutes, I watch him go over the documents and the reports. He works efficiently. Focused. A no-nonsense guy.
Lynn, a soft-spoken, curvaceous woman with a bright smile and attire that screams professionalism, swiftly reviews the paperwork with him.
A soft knock on the door makes them swing their gazes to the entrance.
From the side, I shoot a glance in that direction as well.
“Come in,” James says.
The door opens, and a woman about my age walks in, her skin flushed to her hairline.
She doesn’t notice me if nothing else, because her eyes are trained on James’ face.
She wears heels and a business skirt suit. A curtain of hair slides down her back.
Her smile reads like an open book.
Smitten, she steps forward and stops in front of his desk. Her back is arched to the max, her bottom pushed out.
James hurls a glance at me, catching me studying her.
He locks my eyes briefly before raising his gaze to the woman before him.
“Yes?”
“Mr. Sexton… I was wondering if you could review my job assignment?”
“Assignment?” he asks, his eyes going back and forth between her and the paperwork he keeps signing.
“She’s an intern,” Lynn says.
“You said some of our projects might be reviewed by you personally, and I was wondering if you could look over mine,” the woman purrs.
“I did?” he asks, shifting his eyes to Lynn and waiting for a confirmation.
“A month ago when they started their projects,” his secretary comments.
James slips another glance at me and registers my frown.
Tilting my eyebrows up, I purse my lips, waiting for his response.
The moment of silence prompts the woman to glance over her shoulder.
She notices me.
“Hello,” she says softly.
I shift my eyes to James, saying nothing.
“Well. Someone else will do it,” James says, holding my gaze. “My secretary will assign you to one of the managers in charge.”
“Oh,” the woman gasps, visibly disappointed. “Thank you,” she mutters coldly this time.
She spins around and walks away. The door closes behind her when James flicks his eyes to me and then Lynn.
“How long has she been an intern with us?”
“She started at the beginning of the year.”
“Is she any good?”
“She’s one of the best.”
“Call Amanda in Human Resources and make her a job offer in the Department she’s best suited for. Then make sure she doesn’t walk into my office again.”
“Sir?”
“That’s all. We’re done for today,” he says curtly, pushing out of his chair.
Lynn sweeps the folders off his desk, nods to me, and walks out the door.
My lips curve into a smile.
“Do you think pushing away one beautiful woman will solve the problem?”
Grinning, he shakes his head.
“No. But it will send a message.”