Chapter 24
I’m delirious. I must be because I just invited the man I love and hate to a private show at the top of the house I inherited. I should be angry with him. I should demand that they leave because who the hell spanks someone like a naughty kid?
I am still angry with him for that, but sitting in the garden under the apple tree, it struck me that everything I want in life, dreamed of in life, was with me there. The most amazing house, guaranteed money for the rest of my life and the man of my dreams, holding my hand so tenderly and my rock in a storm.
At that moment, nothing else mattered but kissing him to mark the moment when I had it all. I’m not a fool. I’m aware it’s a fleeting pleasure. He is making me no promises and will leave as soon as he gets the information he seeks.
I wanted to make our time together count for something. To make astonishing, deliciously wicked memories that will remain long after he departs. I have been gifted a rare opportunity and I should stop resisting and live recklessly for once so, I will seduce Valentin Romanov because I want that more than anything right now.
I chose the blue room at the top of the house over the master suite on the level down from it. It is filled with light, and the view of the garden is immeasurable. The walls are pretty blue and white silk with a matching bed quilt and overall, the room is pretty and welcoming and far enough away from the rest of my guests to give us much needed privacy.
It also has the most decadent bathroom with a roll top bath on clawed feet that I made up my mind to try out before anything else. I am still bathing in Valentin’s attention from the wood earlier and I still can’t believe this is the same day.
As I lie in the heated water that is awash with bubbles, I groan my appreciation as the water cleanses my jaded skin. I lean back against the edge of the bath and allow my body to relax as I contemplate the past few days with a clearer mind.
So much has happened and promises more because I have two important meetings to attend that may reveal the answers that Valentin seeks. The trouble is, as soon as he gets what he’s looking for, I will be forced to wake up from this dream. He will leave and all I’ll have is the memory of when I had it all, so I’m now in two minds whether to take David up on his offer and live in blissful ignorance for a little longer.
I’mconscious of the time and as I slip from the bath and wrap a huge white fluffy towel around my glowing body, I wander over to the sink and stare at my flushed face. My eyes are bright and full of excitement and it strikes me that I appear different somehow.
More self-assured, confident even, and as I clean my teeth, I love how good that makes me feel.
With five minutes to go, I turn my attention to one of my purchases and tip the black lacey underwear onto the bed. As I pull it over my heated body, it hugs me like an ardent lover would. The lace covers my skin, and the under wire pushes up my breasts so they almost spill from the top. The thong nestles in the crack of my arse and as I pull on the stockings and fasten them to the suspenders, I smile when I picture Valentin’s reaction. I wonder what he will think when I stand before him dressed like this. I feel sexy, and I’m pretty certain I look sexy and imagining what he will do about that makes me wet with anticipation.
A soft knock on the door causes my heart to race and I perch on my knees on the bed and say softly, “Come in.”
As the door inches open, I gaze at the man entering the room and the fiery expression in his eyes reveals exactly what he’s thinking.
For a moment he just stares, running that dark gaze the length of my body, causing my heart to race in anticipation of his next move.
He looks so sexy I’m almost panting as he stands staring at me with his black silk shirt open enough to reveal his insanely strong muscle bound chest.
His dark eyes glitter as he stares at me with lust, and I whisper, “Thank you for the change of underwear.”
He moves slowly toward me, flicking the lock shut on the door, and as he advances, his gaze of heated lust reveals exactly what will happen next. He says nothing and unbuckles his belt and as his pants follow and drop to the ground, I can’t stop staring at his huge cock that he palms in his hand.
He kicks his pants away and then removes his shirt, holding my attention as his muscles dance to my favorite tune. Lust.
He jerks his head toward the bathroom.
“Wait for me. I won’t be long.”
I watch him go and then lean back against the pillows, loving how sexy this lingerie makes me, knowing that what comes next is all I have thought about since he tied me up last night and invaded my soul.
He doesn’t take long and as he emerges from the bathroom, still dripping water from the shower, my heart races as he stands beside the bed.
“On your knees before me.” He commands, and I love how reckless I am as I scramble to do his bidding.
He grasps the back of my head and pulls my face roughly to his cock and hisses, “Take it.”
With a deep breath, I hold it reverently in my hands and lick the tip, causing him to groan, “Fuck.”
It empowers me, although I am the one on my knees before him and as I cup his balls in the palm of my hand, I slide his shaft into my mouth, loving how smooth it is against my tongue.
He pushes in hard and fists my hair, holding my head in place as he glides in and out of my mouth.
He face fucks me like a common whore and it excites me. This is so unusual for me. I don’t do this ever. I’ve never dressed this way for anybody and I’m glad it’s him. I want to do something different. Something unexpected and it turns me on, knowing I am sucking a piece of his body into mine.
He moves faster, harder, gripping my hair tighter and uses me as a receptacle with none of the soft loving that he has shown he is more than capable of.
I don’t care. It’s what I want, anyway. We are not lovers in the usual sense. We are strangers who fuck. Not even friends with benefits. Not even close. Just two human beings who share the same desire and are making good use of the situation.
He pulls away before I sample the sweet taste of him trickling down my throat and just cups my face in his hands and stares at me with a feral gleam in his eye.
“Why?”
He says softly and I’m surprised to see soft tenderness flit across his features and I whisper, “Because I want to make a memory that will stay with me long after you’ve gone.”
My eyes are bright at the thought of never seeing him again, and I’m unsure why. I should hate him. I do hate him most of the time and yet I search for him when he’s not in the room and my heart settles when he is. I don’t know when that happened, when he somehow became so important to me, but I understand I will never get another chance to live the dream, so I am relishing every second of this.
I’m stunned when he kisses me with a passion that surprises me. Something is different this time. It’s almost as if he’s afraid I will break, and as our tongues dance to a different song, I wonderwhat is running through his mind.