Chapter 38 Ian
I couldn’t believe what she’d told me. Even after all this time, I thought she was trying to spy on me. Yet here she was, wanting to get revenge on me for being Andy’s killer.
Any reasons for not having sex with her the other day had flown out the window. I was going to move heaven and earth to make her mine when all this was done, but I wasn’t going to stop pursuing her now when she had another goal in mind. I could work at them both.
We needed each other to get through this. She had the same drive and desires that I did, and it would be a waste to ignore the chemistry that flowed between us.
A sigh of relief filled me when she accepted my offer to come back to the condo. Granted, she’d done it in her own sassy way, but that was one of the things I’d grown to love about her.
I’d meant it when I offered to have her as a partner and not exclusively as a submissive.
Her question to Rossi had made me pause.
She was smarter than I’d given her credit for. If we were to get along and start fresh, then Rossi had to approve of her. Until he did, there would be such a wall between the three of us that the tension would be unbearable.
There were reasons for the things that Collette had done, but I wouldn’t have guessed that she was racked with guilt over her actions until she explained her lack of knowledge about Andrew’s current life.
She couldn’t have known what was going on in Andrew’s life if he hadn’t wanted her to know. As a schemer, he knew when to be closed-mouthed about what his plans were. Unless he wanted her to know about Heather and the baby, he would have made sure to keep her as in the dark as possible.
It was funny the way in which she was so street savvy and tough, but yet all those around her just wanted to protect her.
Andy knew the kind of people he was involved with, and he had to keep her out of it. I was grateful that he did. This world needed Collette in it. I for sure did.
There was something about how she acted that made me want to try to protect her forever, too. Yeah, I’d done a great job up until now. I’d been the one doing all the torturing, which ended up hurting her instead of protecting her.
I felt defensive about my actions. In my case, I’d always thought that was just how I was built, but that was complete bullshit. I got off on seeing other people in pain. Not understanding where the twisted wires in my brain happened, I just knew I had to be careful.
Unfortunately, I was a monster. Unsure of what she could possibly see in me, I vowed to do better if she’d forgive me. And do everything I could to ensure she did.
I walked into the bedroom and listened to the water running. When she emerged from the room, she’d changed into comfortable clothes, looking like a sexy treat.
“Would you do me the honor of sharing my bed?”
She looked like a skittish horse that wasn’t going to trust the sugar that I held in my hand.
I confessed, “I have never had any of my other contracts sleep with me. They’ve always stayed in the guest room or the basement.”
I hoped that helped to reassure her that I was willing to change.
There was one last thing that had to happen. I picked up the contract that she’d signed two months ago and ripped it in half.
“We’ll have you sign an NDA and a normal assistant contract when we get to the office tomorrow. For now, I’m trusting you in a way I’ve never trusted anyone before. No more games,”
I promised. I vowed. I would try my best.
She nodded and climbed into bed, curling up next to me.
I found myself putting an arm around her and pulling her up close. Satisfaction and peace rolled throughout my body. At the simple act of holding her, I found my place in the world, and I wouldn’t let it go without a drag out war.
There was no way that I could make up for all the things I’d done to her, but at least I could try.
When I woke up, she was still sleeping.
Her beauty could still catch me off guard. Never before had I waxed poetic, and I wouldn’t now, but it would be a lie if I said I didn’t feel the need singing through my veins. Caressing her skin would be the only way she could hear it. Action was my romantic language.
Unused to having anyone near me when I was asleep, it had been a huge leap of trust to actually close my eyes with another person in the room.
As I lay there, millions of thoughts were running through my brain.
While I wanted to work things out with Collette, I found myself turned on by her need for revenge. The motivations for her actions when she had submitted to me hadn’t been how I wanted to win her over. Somehow she had still managed to keep her own independence, even while bending like a reed.
It was nice to see that she had a fire inside to keep her going. She wasn’t fake or using it as just an act. It was the real thing. I wanted and needed her in my life way more than I could ever have imagined before meeting her.
There was something about her that intrigued me. She’d lived such a hard life up until I’d met her. It was amazing that she was willing to consider giving me a second chance. Although, I suppose that because of my ties to Andrew; it had made her more willing to accept me.
If it wasn’t for him, she would never have walked in through my doors, and she sure as hell wouldn’t have stayed and put up with my games.
What was I thinking? She had thought I could be capable of killing him. Even though I’d been exonerated, that didn’t mean she was just going to fall in love with me.
I had to have a plan to keep her. No more forcing her against her will. I was going to shower her with gifts and attention. She needed to know that I wanted her, and not just as a torture toy. She was so much more than that.
My mind continued to process all that we’d said to each other the day before.
I couldn’t help my visceral reaction, though. Her anger turned me on in a way that was surprising. My body needed her right now.
Rough, angry, morning sex was what I wanted. Hopefully, she would be willing.
Reaching around, I began to rub her breast in little circle motions until she groaned in her sleep.
My erection was pressing into the crack in between her butt cheeks.
She moved her ass closer until she was practically giving me an ass job. Was that even a real thing? Who fucking cared? It was amazing, and she needed to do it often.
Shrugging, I didn’t really care what it was called. I just knew that I was going to explode if I didn’t have my cock buried in her warm folds very soon.
I rolled her over onto her back and gently tweaked one of her nipples. Some people might be willing to have sex with an unconscious body, but that wasn’t my kink. I wanted her to be present and willing.
Her eyes flickered, and she snuggled toward me all warm and yielding, smelling delicious.
She’d only worn a shirt and panties to bed, and she arched her back to help as I pulled the rest of her clothes off.
“Collette?”
“Mmm, don’t stop now. You were just about to get to the good part.”
She mumbled, her eyes half open and her hair disheveled. Sexiness oozed from her and I wanted to lap it up.
I grinned and trailed a hand down her leg.
While I wanted to be gentle and show her that side of me, I’d gone two months looking at her body. Stuck with a constant hard on, and always being on the verge of cumming anytime she would touch herself.
“Don’t go slow. I’ve been having dreams all night about sex with you. Must have been something that I thought of before bed.”
She winked up at me.
My cock hardened more, which I hadn't thought possible.
“Yes, ma’am. Your wish is my command.”
I took her at her word and began to thrust into her heated sex. My cock clenched and grew harder. It was throbbing for release as Collette’s warm tunnel sucked me in, ready to drain me dry.
While we were both ready for a grand finish, and I could tell that she kept holding off on orgasming, but I kept thrusting and stroking her clit. I was timing it with each thrust, determined to make her come and give into me.
This was the best form of torture in that there was no actual pain involved. Eventually her own edging couldn’t be held onto any longer, and I brought her over the brink. I held my breath as she squeezed hard. I had to start reciting numbers in my head and then I let go.
The shower helped to cool me off, but I knew that it wouldn’t take much from her before I was ready to rail her again.
A little bit of her sassy attitude, and I was going to be begging her for more sex. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind.
Cock stiffly placed in my trousers, I could only hope that we’d get some work accomplished before we left for Ireland. If nothing else, we could work off excess energy on each other.
We easily fell back into the pattern, as they had been for the past few weeks when we were at work. We worked in tandem, making sure that all of the important issues were taken care of. The loose ends had to be completed and anything that could be rescheduled was.
She signed the new papers and took great satisfaction in shredding the old set in the files. I held back a chuckle at the flourish in which she did it.
My business took priority while we sought Andrew’s killer because without it, I wouldn’t have the resources or money to be able to look for the person that had taken his life. I appreciated that Collette thought of it the same way. She didn’t beg or harp at me for not jumping on a plane right away.
She was smart and had her mind on the ultimate goal. Patience was something she could tap into for work. Maybe it was her interactions with me that made it fly out the window.
When lunchtime rolled around, I was surprised when she asked for her phone and purse back.
“I believe our circumstances have changed just enough that you should be able to trust me with my phone, purse, and my keys. Also, where is my car parked?”
She placed a hand on her hip and locked her gaze with mine. My cock sprang to attention yet again.
“If you don’t have it anymore, then I’m gonna have to use yours. Oh, and I’ll need to have both yours and Rossi’s phone numbers. Please?”
Colette asked with sweet politeness, but I could still sense anger simmering in her. She would lash out. I’d take it, of course. I only had to wait.
And I deserved it, at least a little.
To be fair, I wasn’t really worried that she wouldn’t come back if we gave her belongings back. That didn’t mean Rossi wasn’t going to follow her.
“Go ahead and give her back her stuff. We aren’t going to keep her a prisoner.”
I motioned to Rossi.
He grunted in disagreement, but went to get her stuff from the locked cabinet.
“I’ll show you where the vehicle is parked.”
He held the door open and allowed her to go first. It was his concession to our new arrangement.
That was the best I could do. I had to trust that if I set her free, she would return to me again. Wasn’t that how the old saying went?
Though I’d always enjoyed the variant that went ‘if it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it’.
Collette was a loose cannon that was ready to explode, and I couldn’t have that happen. Rossi would protect her from herself if necessary. While she might try to lose him, I doubted she'd succeed. Rossi was that good at his job.