Chapter 14
Desire is a tricky thing. If you can't control it, it can quickly spin into rage, which is what I’m feeling right now.
My tongue had stuck to the roof of my mouth when Dora had arrived at the party thirty minutes ago.
My blood had begun to hum with lust for the woman in the lush green dress, twinkling as the disco lights flashed overhead.
I'd zoned out of the conversation I’d been having with my board members, my entire being focused on Dora as she made her entrance.
The party had begun well over an hour ago, and I'd promised myself that if she didn't get here by eight-thirty, I would send a car to go fetch her.
But now, as she glided through the crowd, I agreed she was worth the wait.
I’d been unable to take my eyes off her, even when she hid in a corner, ever the introvert.
I’d noticed when she began searching for me.
I’d intentionally refused to look away or mask my hunger for her.
She'd flushed when she saw the longing in my eyes and had looked away.
I'd been ready to take action when Miss Stone sidled up to her.
The change in her demeanor meant something was wrong.
I’d excused myself, hurrying through the crowd to get to her. A few feet away from her, I’d heard her soft gasp as Miss Stone intentionally emptied her champagne on Dora’s dress. What the hell?
Dora fled the scene abruptly, and I charge on to accost Miss Stone. The smirk died on her face the moment she saw me. I bit down the urge to give her a taste of her own medicine, rage churning in my stomach.
With a controlled voice, full of frost, I simply said, “My office, first thing on Monday morning.”
Without waiting for an explanation or a response, I weave through the crowd in search of Dora. I can't find her in the crowd. I twist around, searching for the slightest sight of green. I catch a glimpse of shimmering green, turning towards the elevator area and I bolt in that direction.
The door is already swishing closed when I arrive and I jump into the carriage without a second thought.
If she's inside, then thank God. If she's not the one, I'll simply apologize and alight on the next floor. But fate has to be on my side because she’s in the carriage looking like she's about to crumble.
She'd backed away in fright when I jumped in, and now she looked like she was ready to scratch my eyes out.
“This is all your fault!” she cries, and I lift my hands in surrender.
“Dora, please…please calm down,” I plead, but she doesn't listen.
“Don't tell me to calm down. I told you I didn't fit in at things like this,” she adds, beginning to pace. “Yet, you strong arm me. And now,” she pauses and stares at me. “Now, an original AVERIL dress is ruined because of you and that nasty Delores!”
She's breathing heavily by the time she finishes and her eyes shine with tears. Oh, man! “Hey…” I say softly, closing the gap between us. I tug her into my arms, but she pushes me away.
“No!” She says with a sob.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Dee…” I apologize softly, but she shoves at my chest.
“Let me go!” she cries brokenly, and my entire resolve collapses.
“Never…” I whisper into her ears, nibbling her ear lobe before continuing. “Never. I can never let you go. I'll always come after you, haven't you realized that yet?”
I don't give her a chance to respond, instead, I claim her soft lips with mine. A shudder passes through me as she sighs. Yes, this is what we’ve both been fighting. I crush her to my chest, loving the feel of her breasts against me.
I deepen the kiss when she opens her lips, whether to stop me or to catch her breath I wasn’t sure.
Slipping my tongue past her resistance, I cup her lush buttocks to bring her even closer to me.
Realizing the elevator ride may end soon, I back her towards the buttons panel and press the button that will take us to my office.
I'm heady with arousal, her scent is doing crazy things to my system, and tonight I don't want to fight this craving.
Too soon the elevator bell dings, and I break our lips apart only to rest my forehead against hers for a few seconds.
Before she can come to her senses and resist me again, I lift her into my arms and hurry down the empty hallway to my office.
All the while, I'm pressing kisses against every inch of her face to keep her from realizing where we’re headed.
I kick my office door shut and twist the lock before lowering her onto the couch beside the door. This office was where everything had begun; since Dean shoved Dora back into my life. It made perfect sense that this same office should see the end of the teasing that had begun that day.
Dora moans as her back touches the couch and I straighten out on top of her.
Even though the office night lights dimly light the office, I can still make out every inch of her perfectly.
My hand hovers over her breasts and I grow still.
A sense of propriety makes me break the kiss to ask a question I might forever regret if she gives me a negative answer.
“Dora…sweet Dee, I need to know that you want this as much as I do. I need to give you the opportunity to say no, even though it would kill me. I don't want any regrets where we’re concerned.”
A barrage of emotions passes over her face, and I watch her internal struggle. Maybe I'm asking for too much? This is Dean’s baby sister, after all! I sigh and resign in my head that it is time to put an end to this when I see her head bob in a nod.
“Yes,” she whispers, and that's all the confirmation I need.
My inhibitions fly out the window, and I attack her lips with gusto.
It's like sweet honey that I can't get enough of. I suck on her tongue, heightening her arousal, driving her as mad as she’d made me in the last few months.
Her fingers comb through my hair and she grasps a fistful as my assault on her lips continues.
Soon, my need to touch her overwhelms me and I begin to tug at the top of her dress with impatience.
“There's a hidden zip at the back,” Dora supplies, breaking apart from our kiss. I nod in gratitude and slide off her. She turns her back to me, and I tug down the zipper until it reaches her waist. She holds on to the freed bodice, her head hung low.
“Turn around,” I command, my voice hoarse with desire as I shrug off my jacket and unfasten my tie. Dora obliges and twists to face me once again. But she doesn't let the dress go, nor does she meet my eyes. Even from the dim light and the angle of her head, I can see a few worry lines.
“Dee…look at me. Please…” She senses the urgency in my words, and slowly, her eyes meet mine. I understand why she's having this sudden attack of shyness. This, uncovering herself before me, was a huge step. A complete game-changer.
“You can still say no…” I offer, even though the words gut me. She shakes her head, and a sigh of relief passes my lips. “You're so gorgeous. My heart stopped when I saw you walk in.”
Her shocked eyes fly to mine and I chuckle. “Yes, I’d been watching you for a while, long before you caught me.”
Dora looks away, nibbling on her lower lip, and I lean in closer.
“I can't stop watching you or wanting you, Dora. You must know by now. The moment I saw you in this dress, all I could think about was getting you out of it. And right here, right now, I want to pleasure you in a way that your body will keep on singing for days to come.”
My words enrapture Dora, and slowly she lets the dress go.
I groan in pleasure as my hands catch her breasts.
Her quivering fingers reach for the buttons of my shirt and I help her unfasten them before returning to worship every part of her bare body.
I take my time, kissing and sucking every inch of her.
This was a fantasy come true and there's no way I'm going to rush it.
A few minutes later, we’re both completely naked and Dora is writhing with pleasure under me.
My fingers are slick from her juices, and my manhood is throbbing for release.
I take her over the peak one more time with my fingers, grunting in joy at how tight her cove tightens around my fingers as she begins to convulse from a building orgasm.
I quickly replace my fingers with my shaft, plunging into her tight channel.
It's my turn to moan from the sheer pleasure.
I'm unable to fully sheathe my shaft in her the first time because she's too tight.
So, slowly I pull out and pump into her inch by inch until I'm sheathed to the hilt.
Her passage squeezes around me and I know I can't hold back.
I return my lips to hers to silence her cries as I pump into her a few more times before roaring her name as my orgasm hits me.
I pull out to empty my seed on her stomach, grunting from the sheer force of my orgasm.
Ten months without a woman causes my orgasm to hit long and hard to the extent I tingle all the way to my toes.
When we’re both able to catch our breaths, I carefully place a kiss on Dora’s tender lips, lingering on them. “That. Was. Explosive.” I punctuate each word with a kiss, palming her buttocks in my hand.
Dora smiles shyly. “Really?” She croaks, her voice hoarse from all her pleasurable screams. I nod as pride fills me from being the one who had taken her voice away.
“Really. You're so sweet and tight. Man! How long has it been for you? Or am I your first?” I frown with the realization that I could've just disvirgined her.
Dora chuckles, “No, you're not my first, so you can wipe that look off your face.”
The lines on my face relax. “And?” I prompt, waiting for the answer to my second question.
She stretches, purring contently. “ Long enough,” she says, and we leave it at that.
I sense the wheels turning in her head as she looks at me. “So…what next?”
I grin at her question, noting the worry in her voice.
“Next, I take you home and give you a second dose of phenomenal sex!” I announce, drawing a bout of laughter from her.
I extricate myself from her arms and walk to the private bathroom to grab a wet towel.
After I clean her up, I help Dora get dressed before shrugging into my clothes.
In order to avoid any embarrassing situation, and to protect Dora, we take my private elevator down to the parking lot.
During the drive home, I realize Dora is going to be the first woman in my house, apart from Mamma.
My insides flood with warmth. It had to be her.
I couldn't take her to my penthouse office apartment.
Not when I've had lustful dreams with her in my bed at home.
Tonight, I'm going to fulfill every one of those dreams.
When we arrive at my house, I'm bursting with the need to touch her. I’d tried to focus on getting us home in one piece.
If I could wait for almost ten years for Dora, I could wait a few more minutes.
I put the car in park immediately before claiming Dora’s lips, chasing away any doubt she might have.
When she's languid in my arms from a little foreplay in the car, I carry her into the house, straight past the sitting room to my bedroom upstairs. Once there, I proceed to fulfill one of the many sex-crazed dreams I’ve had of Dora.