Chapter 28
Dae
Too many hours later, I punch in the code on my door and press the pad of my thumb against the print detector. It opens, and I step inside, feeling her presence almost immediately.
After heel-toeing my shoes off, I enter the house, and my attention goes to the living room. The aquarium’s backlights provide enough light that the living room isn’t completely obscured.
Kennedy sits on the plush cream couch, legs crossed, with her laptop on the lap table I bought for her a couple of weeks ago. I lean against the archway of the living room to watch her.
She’s the picture of the hardworking investigative reporter with her hair piled on top of her head in a bun, typing away on her laptop, even down to the pen in her mouth as she types.
“See something you’re interested in?” she asks without looking up from her screen.
“You’re looking pretty damn comfortable for someone who pretended like they didn’t want to be here.”
She side-eyes me with a twist of those lips I plan to have wrapped around my cock before the end of the night.
“I wasn’t pretending. Your place was on the way from the office, so coming here was easier than going home,” she claims before returning to typing.
She’s full of it. Her condo is a hell of a lot closer to her office.
Undoing my tie, I stroll in her direction. “It’s almost two in the morning. Why are you working?” I gesture toward the laptop.
“I couldn’t sleep after my shower. And …” She shrugs, making the side of one of my T-shirts slide down her shoulder, exposing more skin.
From my position by the arm of the couch, I lean over and kiss the top of her shoulder. She gives me a sideways glance.
“Stop trying to distract me.”
“It’s you who’s distracting me. You know what seeing you in my clothes does to me.”
Her smile widens, and she turns her attention back to the computer screen.
“I couldn’t find any of the pajamas I’ve brought here in the past few weeks.” She frowns. “You didn’t put them in with the laundry, did you? Or did you send them out to be laundered with your other clothes?”
“No,” I reply with a shake of my head.
Her shoulders sink in relief.
“I threw them out.”
“What?” Her eyes widen.
My expression is nonchalant when I ask, “Why are you bringing clothes to sleep in? It’s bad enough you have to wear clothes during the day.”
Then I realize what I just said.
“I mean not when you leave the house. It’s bad enough you wear clothes at all when inside with me.”
She rolls her eyes. “So I should walk around your place entirely naked all of the time?”
“Preferably.”
“You’re fucking insane.”
I kiss her shoulder again. “About you. Yes.”
“And you’re buying me new pajamas.”
“If I buy them and you wear them, they’re only going to get destroyed when I tear them off you.”
“Ridiculous. I’ll just keep wearing your shirts.” She does a little shimmy shake.
“I like you in my clothes.” I reach up and kiss the side of her neck before telling her in her ear, “But make no mistake, little warrior, I’ll rip those off of you, too.”
A shudder runs through her body, but she pulls away.
“Then you owe me something else. A pair of shoes. An expensive pair. To make up for my pajamas.”
“No can do, baby.”
“Why not?” She narrows her gaze on me, and I laugh.
“There’s a saying in Korea that if a lover buys their partner a pair of shoes, they’ll use them to run away. And I …” I kiss her half-parted lips, “am not about to let you get away from me.
“I’ll buy you anything you want except for shoes and chicken wings.”
“Chicken wings?”
“Same concept, except you’ll fly away instead of run.”
She laughs. “And pajamas are out. I’ll figure something out.”
“In the meantime,” I press the screen of her laptop closed, “work is over.”
“Hey,” she protests, looking so damn delicious. “I wasn’t done.”
“Yes, you were.”
She rolls her eyes and tries to scurry to the other side of the couch when I reach for her.
“No, how do you know I wasn’t in the middle of something important?”
“I don’t,” I confess. I stop short of telling her that I don’t care either. That I need to be inside of her. “Come here.”
“No.” She moves away, but I catch her wrist in my hand.
“Fine. I have a gift for you, but you can’t use it now.”
She eyes me suspiciously. “What is it?”
I place a thumb drive in her hand.
She holds it up and lifts an eyebrow.
“That’s evidence that Blackmon is paying off food critics to keep La Vie afloat. There’s also proof that he mixes lower cost products with the higher end brands to save on money and—”
“Skimp customers,” she finishes. Then her eyes narrow on me. “How did you get this information? I thought you no longer had any business affiliation with Blackmon, aside from him being a member of the club.”
“That’s a done deal,” I say immediately. “There is no business relationship.” Technically, that’s not true, but after tonight it will be. Blackmon is done with the Global Group, and therefore, we have no business ties.
“I had a private investigator look into his business dealings with the restaurant.”
Pulling back, she eyes me with suspicion. “Why? And who is this private investigator?”
“A friend,” I answer.
“I need to verify this information. Can I speak with him?”
“No. But the information is verified, and in the file are names and contact information of past and current employees willing to speak with you.”
She moves to open her laptop.
“This is for the high-end restaurants? Maybe there’s some connection with his chain res—”
I close her laptop.
“Everything will be there Monday morning when you return to it.” I pull the laptop from her reach and place it on the glass table with the thumb drive.
“Now, thank me for giving it to you,” I order as I move over the top of her, forcing her to lay against the couch’s pillows.
“Thank you.”
I frown. “That’s it?”
Laughing, she tugs the sides of my suit jacket, bringing my body to hers. She lifts on her elbows and brushes her lips against mine. “Thank you.”
I move my head from side to side. “Not enough. I’m still not feeling properly thanked.”
She moves a hand from my suit jacket to my chest, down my abs, and cups my already hard cock.
“Fuck,” I hiss when she squeezes.
“Thank you.”
“Still not enough.” I attack her mouth, taking what I want from her.
Her first moan makes my cock jump in her hand.
She lets her free hand run up and down the length of my suit jacket. I move to rip the damn thing off of me, but her hand catches something in my pocket.
She pulls it out and then breaks the kiss. She stares at the lace material in her hand. “Is this …”
I take it from her hand and unravel it.
A few seconds later, her eyes bulge.
“Tell me that is not my ripped panties that you have in your pocket like a damn handkerchief.”
“Do you want me to lie to you, baby?”
“You have not been wearing that all day, have you?”
“Every day.”
She gasps. “What is wrong with you? Is that what you do with all of the panties of mine you rip up?”
“Pretty much.” I capture her lips again. I’m done talking. Yes, I wear her panties in my pocket like a handkerchief. I’ve kept the handkerchief she gave me years ago, but it’s now in one of my private drawers.
Since our first time in New York, I’ve kept a pair close to me throughout the day.
“You’re out of your mind,” she says as I crawl down her body.
I push the shirt she’s wearing above her hips and smile at what I find there. “And you fucking love it,” I growl while spreading her legs so I can see her glistening pussy lips.
“I don’t wear panties because you always rip them.”
“Good, you learn so fast. Let me reward you for your good behavior.” I dive into the pussy that belongs to me like a man who’s been separated from food for weeks.
She always tastes so sweet that my first lick is never enough. It makes me want to devour more of her until neither one of us can breathe—because the orgasm has stolen her breath, and her legs are so tightly wrapped around my shoulders that she’s strangling me.
I don’t mind the loss of oxygen. Hell, I’ll black out if I need to, but there is no other place I’d rather be than in between her legs. Giving her pleasure.
Kennedy’s legs shake and tremble while her hips raise, begging for more. Her juices soak my face and beard as she comes.
I’m climbing back up the length of her body in no time, using one hand to undo the button and zipper of my pants. My dick is an impatient bastard when it comes to this pussy.
“Where are you going?” She almost pleads when I move from the couch.
My answer is to bring her to standing as well. I discard the shirt she’s wearing and toss it over my shoulder.
“Turn around, baby. I want you to see our reflection in the glass while I fuck you,” I growl out.
The aquarium is directly in front of us, and the backlighting illuminates it perfectly, allowing us to make out our reflections.
After bending Kennedy over one of the armchairs, I spread her beautiful ass cheeks with my hands. I move my thumb, inserting it in her tight hole. Her untouched hole.
“Dae,” she half purrs, half demands. “No.”
“Not tonight,” I reply. But one day, I will breach her virgin hole. Only me. I’ll go where no other fucking man has gone before or will ever go after me.
I strip myself of my pants, kicking them away, before lining my cock up with her pussy’s entrance. Instead of pushing right in, I rub the tip of my cock along her wet lips.
We both let out a shuddered moan. Kennedy arches and pushes her hips back.
I chuckle, slide my hand up her back to undo that fucking bun, and grab a handful of her hair. I pull her up so that she’s looking at me over her shoulder.
“Do you want me to fuck you, baby?”
She looks so fucking tempting, with her eyes glazed over with lust, her kiss swollen lips parted in want and anger.
“Dae.” She calls my name in warning.
I raise an eyebrow as I run my tip against her pussy lips again and again.
“Do it,” she murmurs.
“Do what?” I move my hips back and forward lazily. Heat scorches through me. The need to drive into her so deep that neither of us doubts who she belongs to starts to claim me.
“Put it in,” she purrs.
My knees weaken, along with my resolve. But I need her to ask me correctly.
“Is that how you beg for my cock?”
“Dae!” Her voice becomes shrill, and her eyes spark with a hint of her beautiful temper.
“Beg me, baby.”
“I don’t beg.”
I pull her up so that her back is against my chest, my hand still gripping her hair tightly.
“What did you say?” I ask with my lips next to her ear.
“I can get the job done myself.” She starts to slide one hand toward the pussy that belongs to me.
“I don’t fucking think so.”
I grab her arm and bring it behind her body, trapping it. Then, I release my hold in her hair to grab her other arm, locking them both in place.
“The only way you’ll get to come tonight is if I let you, baby.”
“Fuck you,” she growls at the same time she pushes her hips back.
“Your mouth says one thing, but your dripping pussy is saying something else.” Releasing her arms, I quickly scoop up the tie I dropped on the floor earlier.
Before Kennedy realizes what’s happening, I have both of her wrists bound, her body flat on her back against the carpet, and her legs wide open for me to do whatever I please with this pussy.
And I do.
Smack!
She gasps, her back arching, her beautiful breasts bouncing from my smack against her pussy.
“You’re so wet,” I murmur. “You look like you’re ready to come around my cock as soon as I slide inside of you.”
Smack!
“Daaee!” she yells and purrs at the same time.
I push her knees apart when she attempts to close her legs.
“I’m going to strangle you,” she pants out. “Untie me.”
I shake my head. “No can do, baby. This is your punishment for making me have to tell you to be here when I got home.”
Smack!
“Wh-What?” She’s breathing heavily.
“This is where you belong,” I tell her through gritted teeth. “Why the hell would you think to not wake up in my bed?”
Smack!
Her hips raise, begging for more. She’s on the verge of coming.
“I-I was just going to sleep at home,” she protests.
“This is your home.”
Smack!
Something almost otherworldly possesses me with the need to drive home that with me is where she belongs.
“Say it!”
“Wh-What?” she pants.
“You belong to me. This is your home.”
Smack!
She shakes her head back and forth. Her mouth parts, yet nothing but a groan spills out.
“Say it, baby, and I’ll put us both out of our misery.”
“I-I don’t live here.” She barely gets the words out.
Smack!
“I can keep this up all night.” As hard as my dick is, I will keep her on edge all fucking night until she tells me what I want to hear.
“Fucking tell me,” I demand. “Tell me who the fuck owns you.”
“M-Me!” she says, glaring at me.
An evil smile tips the corners of my mouth.
“Are you sure about that?”
Smack! Smack! Smack!
She groans in agony and delayed need.
I cup her pussy with my palm, rubbing it against her clit, but pull back slightly when she tries to grind her hips harder against my hand.
“The only releases you’ll get tonight are the ones I’m willing to give you,” I tell her. “I love your fight, baby, but my patience has limits.”
I cover her body with mine and crush my lips to hers. She tastes so fucking good. I can never just kiss her like a sane man. No, I have to devour her. To consume her whole. To write my name, metaphorically, over every inch of her body, mind, and soul.
“Say it,” I command against her lips when I break the kiss.
For nearly a full minute, neither of us says anything. Her gaze searches my face before it falls to my lips. She looks back into my eyes, and the aquarium lights allow me to see the emotion there.
A sheen of moisture covers her eyes.
“I’m scared,” she whispers.
My heart squeezes, and everything inside of me constricts. “Of me?”
She nods. “I was never supposed to belong to anyone.”
I loosen my hold on her wrists and cup one side of her face. She’s frightened of losing her independence. Of not being who she is and who she wants to be out of fear of belonging to me.
With one hand, I undo the tie around her wrists and turn our bodies so that she’s on top of me. I run my hand up and down the length of her back.
“You can trust me,” I assure her before kissing the tip of her nose. “I love you,” I tell her. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” It feels like a relief being lifted off of me when I say those words.
“You’re safe with me, Kennedy.”
I brush away the first tear.
“Do you promise?”
“With everything I am.”
Hesitating, she bites her bottom lip. Suddenly, a smile appears on her beautiful face, and she brushes her nose against mine before whispering, “I’m yours.”
She wiggles her hips down until she hovers just above my stiff cock. I take her by the hips and push her down, filling her.
Kennedy throws her head back, letting out a moan. She presses her hands against my chest.
“Ride me, baby. Show me I’m yours as much as you’re mine.”
My little warrior does exactly as I say. She lifts and lowers her hips, squeezing her pussy muscles, creating a delicious friction for us both. Within minutes, we’re both coming together.
I cup the back of her head and bring her down to me for a kiss as we come, claiming her. All of her.