Chapter 35
Sebastian
Never in my wildest dreams did I picture Lizzy in my office, us working silently side by side, her on a puzzle, and me on my computer. Not having to hide who I am or what I’ve done. Free to be myself.
Yes, I’m researching her ex and his gang, that’s what they really are, on my computer, trying to figure out their plan, and, consequently, ours. And yet, the burden of her threat is lessened by her proximity.
I turn back to my computer but can’t focus. Or, more accurately, I don’t want to focus on this. What I want is to bask in a world where my dream woman is by my side. Where she knows everything and still chooses me.
Not the one where right when I get my angel, her abusive ex reappears ready to steal her from me. The one where I start a war over her past, the past she thought she was free from. It’s ironic that when I get her, what I feared would happen happens, and it’s not even because of the Syndicate.
Suddenly, small hands are squeezing my shoulders. I look behind me to see my angel standing there, a concerned look on her face.
“What’s wrong, Bash? You seem stressed.” She continues to massage my shoulders, eliciting a groan from my lips.
“It’s nothing,” I lie, not wanting her to feel blamed for my stress. But when she purses her lips, I remember my promise of honesty. “I’m worried about the situation with Vincent. But it’s okay. We’re going to figure this out.”
She tenses but doesn’t stop touching me. “I know. You’re not going to let anything happen.”
“I won’t. I promise.” My firm voice must be all the assurance she needs because she rounds my chair, standing in front of me.
“There’s something I can do to help ease your worries.” Her voice drops in tone, taking on a husky hue.
My heart starts racing as she reaches forward and toys with the neckline of my t-shirt. The need to touch her almost overpowers me, but my hunger to know her next move keeps me still.
She slides her hands down my chest until she reaches the hem of my shirt. Slowly, she slides it up until finally she disrobes me. Her hands wander over my bare skin, each press of her warm fingers searing into me.
But abruptly, she pulls away. “Let’s work on the puzzle together.” She pulls me to my feet, and I blindly follow her in a stupor of lust. I don’t let myself get upset over her toying with me. I just tuck myself into my waistband to hide my arousal.
I sit in front of the table she has set up and review the pieces.
It’s a one-thousand-piece puzzle which is mostly complete.
I’ve done this one a few times, so I’m familiar with the pieces.
Picking up a few, I get to work joining them.
So focused on getting blood back to my brain, I don’t notice her movement until a hand lands on my hardness.
Immediately, it grows to its full size. The heat from her hand has my cock raging, desperate for her attention.
Frozen, I wait to see what she does next.
Slowly, her hand crawls to the waistband of my sweatpants then shimmies inside.
My pulse hammers against my skin as she approaches where I’m most desperate for her.
But then, she freezes. “Work on the puzzle,” she says huskily.
I glance at her and note the twinkle in her eyes. This minx wants to play games. What she doesn’t know is that I always win.
As I turn back to the puzzle, she wraps those digits around me. She strokes ever so slowly over my sensitive skin, adding the perfect amount of pressure. The air hisses from my lungs when she squeezes the base and twists her hand on the way up.
I reach over towards her, ready to return the favor, but she brushes my hand away. “But–”
“No. I’m trying to relieve your stress. Now, work on the puzzle.” Her hand speeds up ever so slightly, and I have to focus on my breathing to stay in control.
“So bossy,” I grumble, upset at my lack of control.
“Let’s make it a game. If you come before you finish the puzzle, then I win. If you finish the puzzle before I finish you, then you win.” Her suggestion fills me with discipline. Because there’s nothing I enjoy more than winning.
“What’s my prize going to be?” I demand.
She chuckles darkly. “Bold of you to assume you’ll win.”
“I always win.”
“We’ll see about that.”
Then the minx moves. She crawls down the couch and nestles herself under the table between my thighs. Before my mind can predict her next move, she’s freeing my cock and leaning forward.
Disbelief consumes me. There’s no way she’s going to…
But then, she does. She wraps those puffy, pink lips around my tip.
Slowly, she feeds herself my length. Only coming up for air sporadically.
When she takes me as deep as she can, I can see my imprint in her throat.
My sac tightens, and all I can see is my angel.
She quickly pulls off and grins. “Aren’t you supposed to be working on that puzzle?” she cockily reminds me.
“You’re a cheat,” I chastise in a hoarse voice. The addition of her mouth is against the rules. We didn’t agree upon it.
“We never set any rules,” she winks, then continues her attack with a new fervor. Her additional noises that reverberate through me are my last straw.
Determined to win, I turn my gaze to the puzzle. But with little to no blood in my brain, I can barely differentiate the pieces. My jaw ticks as I try to focus on this damn puzzle. When I mismatch a piece for the third time, I throw them on the table. Fuck this.
Reaching down, I grip her hair. “You play dirty, minx.”
She pulls off briefly, looking at me curiously. “The puzzle?”
“Fuck the puzzle,” I growl.
Then I gently guide her back to my length. Greedily, she devours me. Wrapping her hair around my fist, I pump her onto me. My hips meet her each time. When she looks up at me, the sight of bangs and twinkling eyes pushes me over the edge.
I pull out of her as my orgasm tears through me. I’m deafened by its intensity. Ropes of cum shoot from me, making a mess of my fist, spurting out onto her neck and shirt. My ecstasy seems endless in its vigor. Finally, once I’ve successfully made a mess out of both of us, I reach my end.
“Did you finish the puzzle?” she huskily asks, still under the table.
I break out into a wolfish grin as I stare at my prey. “No. But I know what your prize is going to be.”
“What–”
Before she can finish asking, I’m hauling her up from under the table. Laying her gently on the couch, I pull up her dress until it’s bunched at her neck. Leaning down, I steal a deep kiss from her, not caring that I taste myself in her mouth.
Slowly, I kiss my way down her torso, between her breasts, to her navel. I dip my tongue inside then continue onward. With a finger on each side, I pull down her panties just far enough to fit my head between her luscious thighs.
My first contact with her clit has her straining for my touch. The second has her back arching off the couch. And the third has her fingers raking through my hair, testing its strength. My fingers find her entrance, her wetness easing my entry.
The heat from her pussy and my breath fog my glasses, so I reach with my right hand to take them off, but she pats my hand away, stopping me.
“Leave them on,” she demands in a strangled voice. Looking up in confusion, she doubles down. “You’re my fantasy sexy nerd with those glasses.”
I hide my grin against her cunt as I feast. My fingers scissor apart, stretching her for a third. My endeavors are encouraged by every moan that falls from her beautiful lips. She sings me a song of passion with her throaty noises.
My pulse spikes as she combusts, contracting against my fingers. When she screams my name, my cock floods again. How can a man hear such songs from an angel and remain unaffected?
I crawl up her form and lay behind her against the couch, pulling her to me. “Angel, you’re fucking perfect,” I whisper in her ear as I play with her hair. She murmurs her agreement, then cuddles deeper into me.
My phone ringing at the desk pulls me from our moment. I’m tempted to ignore it, but during these times, I can’t risk it. When I see who’s calling, I mutter a curse. Doing a quick round of box breathing, I try to steady myself.
“Good morning, Mom,” I greet her as I answer the call, ready to be coddled by my mother. Despite being thirty-two, she still sees me as her baby.
“Bash, how could you not tell me you have a girlfriend!” It’s the hurt in her voice that slices through me.
“Because…” I can’t find a decent reason. She was my secret for so long that I forgot she wasn’t a secret anymore. “Who told you?”
“That doesn’t matter,” she says quickly.
“It was Roman, wasn’t it? That damn gossip!” Roman, while terrifying to behold, has a penchant for gossip. He runs his lips faster than his legs. It’s a good thing he had daughters because they’ll keep him occupied with their drama.
She makes a noncommitted noise, confirming my suspicions. “You leave your brothers out of this. Now, tell me all about her.”
“Erm…” I glance at Lizzy and find her staring at the puzzle with a hazy expression. Even though she’s giving me my privacy, I don’t want to stand here describing her to my mother in front of her. “We can do that later.”
“Oh my goodness! She’s with you right now, isn’t she?” My mother’s squeal of delight warms my chest. She’s wanted me to have someone for so long. But right now really isn’t the best time to call.
“Yes,” I mutter, unable to lie to her, but praying she can’t hear the husk in my voice.
“How wonderful! You must bring her to family dinner tomorrow. Your father and I would love to meet her. Right, honey?” Her voice is muffled as I’m sure she turns away from her phone to ask my father.
My father murmurs his agreement in the background. Whether or not he truly cares to meet her is irrelevant, I know he’ll never disagree with my mother.
“Well, what do you say?”
“I need to ask her first.” Turning, I watch Lizzy as she puts together the pieces I had thrown down. She’s so focused, so beautiful in her interest. Her long fingers twirl a piece around while she searches for its match.
“I’ll be damned. You’re the first of my sons to actually take into account his lady’s opinion on the matter. Well done,” she praises me, pulling my attention from my angel.
I roll my eyes. “That’s because I’m not a brute like the rest of them.”
“Go on and ask her. I’ll wait.” I barely make out Dad mollifying Mom in the background. He’s the only one who can talk sense into her.
Muting the phone, I place it on my desk. I cross the room and stand next to Lizzy where she’s sitting on the couch. She glances up at me, and the smile that appears wraps around my heart.
“What’s going on?” Her sweet voice centers me. I hope she says yes. I’d love for her to meet my family.
“My mom called. She’s invited you to family dinner tomorrow. I told her I need to check with you before giving her an answer. It’s up to you.”
Her shock quickly morphs into horror. “You didn’t give her an answer! I’d love to come. Please don’t leave her on the line. I’d love to join y’all.” Her little southern slang has me biting back a smirk. She doesn’t have a twang when she speaks, but there are still traces of her childhood.
“Yes, ma’am,” I tease her. She sticks out her tongue at me as I return to my phone.
Unmuting it, I bring it up to my ear. “We’re in for tomorrow. Let me know if there’s anything I can bring.”
“Sweet boy, just bring your lady. We look forward to meeting her.” With that closing, she ends the call.
And I stare at my beautiful girlfriend, hoping she knows she just agreed to meet her future in-laws. Because, when she’s ready, we’re going to get married. I know it to be true as much as I know Newton’s third law to be true.