Chapter 14 #4
Once the screen hits the roof, Gregory moves a hand under my arse. ‘Get here,’ he says.
I fight it at first.
‘Lady, do not anger me more than you already have.’
‘Me anger you?’
He lifts me to his lap and hitches up my dress so I can slip my knees either side of his legs and rest down onto his lap.
His smouldering eyes have been replaced with big, brown, teddy-bear eyes and he strokes my hair behind my ear in that way he does. ‘Don’t ever be afraid to come home to me, baby, please.’ His voice is genuinely pleading. ‘You have to always talk to me. Do you understand?’
I decide against pointing out the irony of that statement, instead nodding my head, leaning into his palm.
‘Say you understand.’
I turn my lips to the warm skin of his hand. ‘I understand.’
‘Good girl. Now, not only did you terrify me last night by going missing—’
‘Oh, Gregory, get real; I was at the office, for Christ’s sake.’
‘Your attitude is going to get you into even more trouble than you’re already in. Are you trying to piss me off?’
‘Are you trying to piss me off?’
‘Fuck, Scarlett, no one can make me as angry as you can.’ He yanks my hair at the nape, pulling hard, jerking my head back, and lets out a primal growl as he bites the plump flesh of my breast over my dress.
I lunge forward, dragging my fingers just as hard into his hair, and crash my lips against his.
God, I love and hate this man all at once.
He meets my attack lick for lick, suck for suck.
He pulls my arse further onto his hips so I can feel his cock knocking at my throbbing door.
He’s ready to fuck me just as hard as I need to fuck him.
A battle of wills, a fight of love and war, the deepest darkness and the most profound light going into the ring together.
‘You’re so confusing,’ I snarl.
He slides his hands up my body over my dress then cups my breasts in his palms, circling the tender mounds.
I want him to take it off, to rip it off.
I groan, thinking about him touching my naked flesh, moving inside me.
He pushes his hips up, letting me feel his erection harder against my sex.
My fingers grab at his thick, dark locks, pulling his head to my throat.
I yank in frustration. How can something so good be so difficult and fucked up?
Why can’t we just be together, happy, normal?
He runs his tongue up my neck, nibbles my chin, then bites my lips harshly.
The car jerks, rocking me against his solid crotch, teasing me through my thong.
We both turn to look out of the tinted window.
The traffic is stationary, a bumper-to-bumper jam of red lights.
I turn my gaze from the stream of cars to Gregory as he curses beneath his breath.
‘I’m having you now and you’re going to take everything I give you. ’
‘You infuriate me, Ryans.’
‘Baby, the feeling’s mutual. Nobody defies me continually. No one steps out of line and gets away with it like you do.’
‘Maybe if your lines weren’t so unreasonable, I wouldn’t cross them.’
His fingers shove my thong to one side and invade me. My head rolls back as his thumb draws a slick circle around my clit.
‘Can Jackson see us? Can he hear us?’
Gregory’s only response is to drag his fingers forcefully against my G-spot with an animalistic growl. Whether he could hear us or not, I don’t think I’d have the strength to stop now.
‘You’re always ready for me. Even when you think you’re pissed at me, you always want me.’
I cry out as my body responds to his punishing fingers and his rough grip on my breast. Damn him. Damn me and every goddamned thing that I can’t control.
His words, his touch, his velvet, lust-filled voice, his smell.
Everything about him consumes me. I drop forward and bite his neck, my mouth and teeth working up to his ear.
I pull his lobe through my teeth and push my hips down, taking his fingers deeper inside me, greedy to feel the pressure of his tense, fisted hand against my entrance.
He works his fingers in circles, pressing harder when he strokes my spot, and keeps the rhythm of his thumb in sync.
My hips start to move, slow and controlled.
‘Gregory.’
‘Is that what you want, baby? You want me just there?’
I nod through my heady breaths.
‘Tell me. Tell me, baby.’
I can’t. I can’t breathe. I bite my lip, not wanting to submit to him.
Pushing my hands to the ceiling, I lift my hips and he holds himself as I crash down on him, finally feeling his cock filling me.
Through the rear window, I can see the face of the driver in the car behind and rows of traffic around us.
No one can see us but the knowledge that they’re there has a strange effect on me.
More people who just can’t leave me the fuck alone.
I rise and pound down on Gregory, taking him to my end.
He pulls my hair again, forcing me to look at him. ‘Tell me.’ He grabs my hips, grinding me against him in the rhythm he wants.
I relent to his command. ‘I do. I don’t want to but I need you, Gregory.’
I’m on the cusp of falling apart in every way. He grabs my arse roughly and spreads my cheeks, his fingers applying pressure to my rear hole, the move stretching my vulva and increasing his friction against me.
‘Oh, God, Gregory.’
He lifts me and yanks me down, impaling me on his angry cock.
‘Fuck!’
He holds me still.
I lean into him, grabbing his hair. Taking him in, the feel of him, the pressure of him against my clenching insides. I’m pulsing around him but I can feel him too; he’s not far away. I need more.
I attempt to move my hips but his hands grip me tighter. He’s too strong for me.
‘Fuck me,’ I demand, dissatisfied, impatient, irritated, annoyed.
He doesn’t move as I shift my head to look into his smouldering eyes. He’s enjoying this.
My mouth drops open, needing to scream but knowing I can’t.
‘I love watching you like this. Desperate for me. You’re so fucking beautiful.’
‘Please, Gregory.’
He releases his grip and pushes his pelvis up. Our mouths lock as we moan into each other. I slowly rise and bear down on him, hard.
‘Jesus!’ he barks.
I rise again and crash down on him, feeling him reach the top of me. He takes hold of me, moving me round until we settle into a fast, deep, mind-blowing rhythm.
‘I’m close.’ My words are hoarse.
‘Let go, baby. I want to feel you come for me.’
He moves us faster until my body can’t take any more.
I throw myself forward and bite his chest through his shirt.
My hips thrust uncontrollably as he continues to turn his swollen shaft inside me.
My scream is muffled but it takes him to the edge.
He slams his cock up into me and throws his head into my chest, his fingers digging painfully into my waist. He fills me as quietly as his release will allow.
I can’t bring myself to look at Jackson as he holds the door open for me in the basement car park. The three of us ride the lift in silence. It must be written all over my face. I feel ravished, dirty in a way that’s a total turn-on. My vexation is now lost in a sea of lascivious thoughts.
The lift pings at the sixty-fourth floor but my mind is in a state of trance, thinking about that fuck.
In the middle of the road, in the heart of London, with Jackson in the front seat.
Gregory’s hands rest on my shoulders and he guides me out of the lift.
We follow Jackson into the apartment, Gregory moving me forward with his palm on the small of my back.
‘I’ll take these to the office,’ Jackson says, holding up my laptop bag and documents.
‘Thank you,’ I manage.
‘Hello, darling, you must be shattered. Gregory said you worked all night.’ Amy takes in my tousled hair.
‘Erm, yes, I’ve got a deal on.’ That isn’t a lie. I was working on Mr Ghurair’s upcoming deal but I miss out the part about spending most of the night doing not much at all, my head in a spin.
‘Can I fix you something to eat?’
‘She needs breakfast, Amy,’ Gregory answers for me. ‘Go take a shower,’ he says to me, ‘then come and eat.’
As much as I’d like to argue with him and fire off some smart quip, I’m suddenly drained. I take myself off, not because he’s directed me to do so but because I actually do need a shower. I needed a shower before he made me all sticky between the legs. Now I definitely need one.
I scrub myself clean, then roughly blow-dry my hair before dressing in a pair of leggings and an oversized jumper. Gregory is in his office when I tiptoe across the landing.
‘Fuck Nick! He’s not getting a penny.’ Through the ajar door, I can see the top of his head, his leather chair facing out of the window into the low, autumn-winter sun.
‘I’m paying people off left, right and centre right now as it is.
I’m damn sure that bastard isn’t getting anything.
Tell him if he wants money, he should get out and fucking earn it. ’
He slams the phone down on the desk and drags a hand furiously through his hair.
Slipping through the door, I ask sheepishly, ‘Is everything okay?’
It’s a stupid question really, and one with an obvious answer, but he lifts his head calmly. ‘It’d be good if the CPS made a decision sometime soon.’
‘It would.’
He rotates his chair sideways as I move towards him and I crawl onto his lap.
‘Is Nick Henshaw trying to fight his termination?’
‘It was a resignation, not a termination, and yes. But he’s not going to get anywhere with it. He’s just an itch.’
‘And the other people you’re paying off?’
‘Press. I don’t know how they’ve found out.’
I lean my head into his chest. ‘I guess these things make for good gossip.’
‘Ja, but Sydney said she hasn’t seen the interest so high and all at once like this before. She thinks someone talked.’
‘Nick?’
‘I can’t see it. He might not be scared of me telling his wife about Sydney but he knows better than to test me.’
I close my eyes. I don’t even want to know what that statement alludes to.
He leans back, the leather chair rocking a little. ‘But the only other people who know are the police and… people who wouldn’t say anything.’
‘Us. Sandy and Jackson. Your mum and Lawrence. Williams and Amanda. The guys in Jackson’s team that night. Would they say anything?’
‘Not a chance.’
He sighs. ‘What about Amanda?’
I sit back quickly, my hands pushing against his chest for leverage. ‘Of course she wouldn’t. She’s my best friend, Gregory.’
‘All right.’ He plants a kiss on my brow, then lifts me to my feet. ‘Breakfast. Now. Go.’