Slam
Adele
My head tips back and I grab onto his thighs, leaning further so my hair trails over his legs. Daniel pulls and lifts me with ease, dragging me up and down his hard shaft. I do my part too, rolling my hips over him.
His hands cup my breasts, and I groan as he toys with my nipples. I love that. My breasts are a very sensitive erogenous zone which Daniel figured out when he kept making me come while playing with them, with his fingers, his tongue or his dick.
He slaps my ass, and my head snaps forward. He grins and sits up, squeezing where he just slapped me and rubbing away the sting.
“Did you just spank me?” I arch a brow.
“Did you like it?”
“Maybe I’d like it better if the roles were reversed.” My hips roll slower, and I clench hard, making his eyes roll back.
“Fuck,” he grinds out. “That’s hot. But I’ve fantasized about putting you over my knee.”
“Like I’ve been a bad girl,” I tease, and then laugh.
“Stop laughing or I’ll make it happen.”
“I’ve never liked being told what to do,” I reply, squeezing him tighter.
“Not even when it benefits you?” he asks through another grunt as his dick swells and he thrusts upwards.
“When you put it that way,” I pull his hand back and give him a look. He slaps my ass again and I cry out, arching my back. Well what do you know, I do like it.
He shifts his body and rolls us over, flipping and pressing me down into the mattress.
Clasping my hands he raises them up above my head, holding me trapped beneath him. It’s a place I don’t care to struggle out of, but I give it a half-hearted attempt.
Daniel laughs and tightens his grip, then nips at my chin and throat and swivels his hips so his dick hits me in all the different places inside. The moan I let out is downright dirty.
“God, you drive me fucking wild,” he slows his thrusts but they’re deep, hard and so fucking good.
“Your dick is magical.”
He snorts a laugh. I open my eyes, panicking. I didn’t mean to say that out loud. We stare at one another, and his hands clench mine. I swallow, wanting to avert my eyes.
I’ve been working hard to fight my desire to run. He’s been breaking down my walls, saying all the right things but showing me with his actions that he means what he says.
“Your pussy is like heaven,” he says, drawing me back to what we’re doing. His smirk and wink make me laugh. “I want to fucking drown in it.”
Daniel thrusts again, using one hand to pin my two wrists together as his knees shove into the mattress for more leverage. I’m jolted up the bed and back again with each movement. Every breath I take is hard drawn in.
“I want to own it,” he murmurs, lost in the moment. “My dick was made for this cunt.”
A shudder goes through me. Daniel has a dirty mouth. I hate that word. Coming from him, now, when he is owning every inch of my body, it drives me wild.
Daniel dips his head and sucks hard on my breast, just above my nipple. He teases me with his tongue, watching my reaction, grunting when I squeeze him. Then he cups the breast and pushes it up to his mouth, taking more than just my nipple inside.
“Daniel,” I cry. The climax hits me like I’ve slammed against a brick wall. I’m powerless to stop it.
He fucks me through it, his teeth gritted and jaw popping as he tries to hold off but this time, he loses the battle and lets out a long sexy deep groan. His back arches, his hand leaves my breast and slams at the sheets beside me to keep from falling.
Our chests are heaving in tandem, my limbs are liquid. He could fall on top of me, crush me with his weight and I wouldn’t care. My head rolls to the side and I close my eyes, fighting for calm, to slow my heart. And to look away from his face.
The mild possessiveness he’s been showing lately is there, along with something else, something softer.
With the barest touch of his fingers, he moves damp hair from my neck where it is stuck in the sweat. His lips meet the feverish skin and he inhales, before licking and sucking beneath my ear.
Another shiver wracks through my body.
No man has ever made me feel this way. Simultaneously replete, cared for, special, and terrified.
He pulls back and rolls to the side of the bed to deal with the condom. I stare out of the window.
It started raining at some point. Droplets are running down the glass, sparkling like diamonds where a streetlight reflects through them.
While I lie there, watching the rivulets run down the window, I think back on the last week.
Daniel came to the brewery, he met Jay, and they spent over an hour talking about beer. Fortunately, it’s something that interests me too, but watching him with my family lit something else inside of me. The way he gave me little looks as he talked to the workers at the brewery. How he kept his distance when he thought I needed it, then held my hand when he was sure I was okay.
Things changed after that. I released the tight grip on my heart. He is burrowing inside a little deeper with each passing day and I’m powerless to stop it.
Daniel comes back from his ensuite bathroom and stands at the end of the bed. Rolling my neck I look at him. On any day, he can be imposing, intense but always quick with a smile. Standing naked at the end of the bed, looking down on me the way he is now, sends my brain into a tailspin.
His body is a work of art, even flaccid, his dick is pretty. Magical . Hanging heavy between his thighs. He isn’t ashamed in the slightest. His confidence, not just in his physical appearance, but in everything he does is sexy as hell. It’s something to be admired. It’s one of the things I love about him.
I gasp as the thought registers. Like a pain in my chest. And not because I hate it, because I like it.
He doesn’t move, as though he senses I’m a scared animal about to bolt.
For years, my heart has felt like a shattered crystal inside my chest. It beats to keep me alive. I swore it would never beat for another man.
In my mind, at least until this point, love was never worth going through that pain again.
How can this be, when I’ve known him barely more than a month? I don’t believe in true love, how can I accept love at first sight.
My head spins, my eyes move from him to the window, to the bed, and back again. I don’t want to lose this. Or him. He has the potential to break me. And it’s clear as day to me now. I’ve broken my own promise.
My eyes meet Daniel’s. It makes it worse seeing understanding looking back at me.
He sees my struggle. Even though he doesn’t know the whole story, I’ve shared enough for him to realize how much love scares me.
After a moment, he crawls up the bed and rolls on his side, facing me. I turn over so we’re facing one another. There is space between us but only physically.
“Will you stay?”
I haven’t spent the night here yet. It has been my way of controlling this situation. Of convincing myself that we’re not falling in deep. Instead of answering, I shuffle towards him.
He opens his arms for me to slot inside, then pulls me onto his chest. My head rests in the crook between his shoulder and neck and I nuzzle at his warm skin. Daniel sighs in contentment.
Neither of us has the courage to say it. Not yet. But staying here, with him like this, speaks louder than any words I could say right now.
I sleep like a baby and wake up hot, our bodies still pressed together. Daniel is looking away from me, one hand thrown over his eyes, the other arm is around my shoulders. All the times he’s stayed at my place he’s got up and made me breakfast. I’m a terrible cook, but I can throw something together.
It’s difficult, but I get from under him without him waking up. I put on one of his shirts and pad downstairs. I love this house. It’s not over the top ostentatious, even though it's in one of the higher end neighborhoods. It’s clear he has money, but Daniel never flaunts it.
The kitchen is daunting. It takes a while, but I find what I need to scramble some eggs. The best way to eat them in my opinion, and get the coffee going. It takes a while to find the toaster.
“Who puts a toaster inside a cabinet?” I ask in wonder. My toaster is my life.
Everything is mostly put together when the doorbell rings. Daniel hasn’t stirred, and I wanted to take this up to him in bed. It’s early on a Sunday morning. Why is someone ringing the doorbell? Is it wrong to answer his door?
The bell chimes again. Buttoning up the shirt I walk out into the hallway. There is glass at the side of the door. I peer through to see a woman standing outside. Who the hell is that?
My mind automatically flashes back to a different time, when another woman showed up at my door. And shattered my world.
Is that about to happen all over again? I tamp down the spiraling thoughts. She’s seen me standing here now, a look of surprise on her face. A fist tightens around my heart. Only one way to find out. I pull the door open and look at her.
Her lips part and then she gets the oddest look in her eye. Like she has something over me, some kind of victory. I don’t say a word.
“Adele Brody?” she asks.
That throws me. How does she know my name? Shit, the last time this happened, I was served with papers for the lawsuit. Hell no. I’m about to step back and slam the door so she doesn’t have time to do anything, but she holds up a hand.
“You own Blue’s Hideaway, right?”
Still, I keep my mouth shut. Why the hell did I open the door.
“And you’re here,” she eyes my outfit, the bare legs. “Clearly involved with Daniel Murphy.”
“Who are you?”
“My name is Erin Witt.”
“What do you want?”
“I wanted to talk to Daniel about something but that doesn’t matter, something else has just fallen right in my lap.”
“What are you talking about?”
She smiles, and it’s horrible. “One of the biggest deals in the aviation business is about to fall through and here you are, in Murphy’s apartment. The woman who caused it.”
I’m still not sure what she is talking about. My mind is racing, trying not to show I’m confused at the same time. Something tells me it would be terrible if I let her see she’s got me rattled.
One of the biggest deals in the aviation business? She’s talking about Daniel’s company and the deal he was making with Faulkner that night at the bar. He told me that didn’t happen.
“I didn’t cause anything.”
“No?” she takes out her phone and after clicking around she holds it to me, showing a headline about Blue’s Hideaway taking on a big corporation.
I don’t have time to read it before she takes the phone away. It’s nothing new, since people found out about the lawsuit it’s been plastered everywhere. I just don’t get why she is standing here on Daniel’s doorstep.
“What do you think the Faulkner’s are going to say when they find out Daniel Murphy is sleeping with the woman who is ruining their company? And by that, I mean, do you have a comment?”
I slam the door shut in her face. She’s a reporter. My heart hammers as I hurry away from the door to get away from her. She is knocking and calling out to me.
Hurrying around the corner I crash right into Daniel as he stands at the bottom of the stairs. He looks towards the front door and the sound of knocking, then to me.
“What’s wrong? Who was that?”
“You tell me,” I brush my hair off my face. I’m standing here in his shirt. Confused, vulnerable, angry. I can’t get a handle on what it is I’m feeling. The one thing that is clear, Daniel lied to me.
The knocking gets louder. Daniel takes my arm, carefully but I don’t want him to touch me, I pull it back. He looks at me in total confusion, then turns to the door.
“Don’t,” I snap, making him stop. “It’s a reporter.”
“A what?”
“A reporter, coming to ask what you think about the fact your big deal with Faulkner might fall through. She said it’s all my fault. And she was thrilled to see me here. What do you think she is going to do with that information, huh? I never wanted to be dragged into this. I didn’t ask for any of it and two massive companies with more money than I’ll ever see in my lifetime are trying to tear me apart.”
His lips tighten and his fist clenches. “Blue.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“That will not happen. I’ll deal with that and I’ll find out what is going on.”
“Did you still go through with the deal? Even though you told me you wouldn’t. Even after what he did to you. And… You stood up for me. I don’t understand. Help me understand.”
“My dad went through with it. I didn’t want him to, but it’s…” he trails off, biting on his lip hard.
“It’s business,” I finish for him. The look on his face has my world crashing down around me.