Chapter 7
Holland
“Gladly.” Theo hits his knees and puts his hands on the backs of my thighs. “Do you want this ruin?”
“Yes, now!”
“You don’t get to demand, my beautiful woman. You get to beg.”
“Yes, please.”
“Hmm, you don’t sound sincere to me.”
“Theo, please. Please.”
“Please? I’ll please you. However you want it. Do you want my mouth on you? My cock in you? Do you want my come running over your body?” He drags his fingers down the middle of my body.
“I want it all. Everything.”
He slides his hands to my ass and grips my cheeks firmly.
With one easy tug, he has me at the edge of the bed. “I’m going to tell you a story about an orgasm.”
“No talking, just doing,” I say.
“Shh…be a good girl. You’ll like this tale.”
I reach between my legs, but he catches my hand. “The evening that you read the contract, I wondered what you tasted like.”
He puts his palm on top of my pussy and presses lightly. “I wondered if you’d make whimpering sounds as my tongue stroked you.”
He knuckles my clit and I buck. “Please…”
“I knew then that I was going to have you like this, eager before me, waiting to be devoured.”
His lips nip at the inside of my thigh, pulling the skin in as he sucks. Tension builds in me. I breathe harder, faster as his lips move slowly up. Then he kisses the outside of my pussy gently before swiping his tongue through my center.
I whimper.
“You sound like you enjoy that,” he says.
“I do. I do. Yes.”
“You’re going to come, now, my sweet Holland and you’ll ride that wave out. Then I’m going to fill you.”
He licks me again, more firmly this time and I let out a moan of anticipation. Theo is pleasuring me like he’s studied my body for years. He knows how to touch me better than I know how to touch myself.
The tip of his tongue explores every inch of my pussy before he thrusts it into me. Sensations flood my body from the rhythmic pressure, building, tightening.
I fist my hands into his hair and tip my body up to meet his thrusting tongue. But he pulls back to run it along my clit before drawing the bud between his lips and sucking.
“Please…”
“I will. I will please. You’re mine. Give me what’s mine.”
“I…I…” I have lost the ability to think as waves of my surrender course through me. Crashing. Lifting me up toward release, leaving me panting, lightheaded, begging, begging…oh yes!...begging.
He doesn’t stop until I’m begging as I come and then come again. I twist, screaming his name and clutching the sheet. Riding his tongue, riding the orgasm until it releases me.
I don’t move, I’m not sure I can while Theo leaves me to walk into the bathroom. I hear water running, then minutes later he’s back ripping open a box of condoms.
“I’m on birth control,” I murmur.
He takes out a foil packet and tears into it. “This is a habit I don’t break.” He unrolls the condom down the length of his thickness.
Then he joins me on the bed, covering my body with his. He’s hard, weighting down my softness. His cock is eager, the head slick with his need. I thought he’d enter me immediately but instead he kisses me.
I taste the minty flavor of toothpaste. His hands caress my breasts before he plucks at my nipples. Sensation starts to build again low in my abdomen.
He pushes his knee between my legs, nudging them wider, then gently probes before partially sliding into my welcoming heat.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Okay,” I say.
“Then take it all.” He pushes in and his length fills me.
He grips my ass, his gaze locked on mine. “It’s okay to be as loud as you want. This is completely private.”
“Then fuck me hard, my dear ex.”
He smiles at that and then thrusts in and out of me steadily. The friction of our bodies hits me exactly right.
“I’m going to—”
“I know,” he whispers before his lips graze my breast. “I feel the way your pussy tights around my cock. Go ahead and squeeze me like that. You like scratching my back?”
He sucks in a breath when my nails dig in.
“My sweet Holland, I’m going to take you from behind next time to prevent that.”
He thrusts harder and faster.
“Take anyway you want me,” I say on a long moan as I shatter.
Theo thrusts again and then groans, his body rigid as he rears his head back. “Just for you, there it all is…”
His cock jerks within me, then he collapses his weight onto me. He stays that way for a few minutes, then kisses my shoulder and rolls off the bed.
I lean up on elbow as he strides into the bathroom. “A tap it and run? No cuddles? See, this is why I dumped your ass.”
He laughs and returns wearing a pair of underwear covering that beautiful cock. “I don’t do cuddles.”
I sit and tuck the sheet beneath my breasts. “Let me guess. Another habit you’ve never broken.”
He pulls on a pair of dress slacks without answering.
“Why?” I don’t give up.
“I don’t want to let my guard down,” he says.
The honesty takes me by surprise.
I didn’t know being vulnerable with me was even a risk for him.
“But women like cuddles after sex. It’s a bonding thing that makes us feel connected on an emotional level.”
Theo frowns as he pulls a belt through the loops but doesn’t fasten it. “I’m not concerned about letting my guard down with other women.”
Just me. He doesn’t admit it but I know and it scares the hell out of me. To think I might fall too deep and feel too much for Theo Montclair of all men could wreck me. We’re so mismatched we wouldn’t last.
We’d burn bright and hot like a shooting star, but then we’d be over.
“Okay,” I climb from the bed wearing the sheet wrapped around me. “But what about when you marry in the future?”
He thrusts his arms into a dress shirt. “What about it?”
I walk to him and begin to button the shirt. “You’ll need to cuddle your wife.” My stomach flips like I had a few sips of buttermilk. Which I hate.
“There would be no point. Any marriage I’m forced into would be solely for business purposes.”
“Oh, Theo.” I put my hand against the side of his face. He’s insanely rich, handsome and as tempting as sin, yet poor in so many ways. “That sounds like a miserable and lonely existence.”
“I’ll do anything for the company. That’s why you’re temporarily in my life.”
He says the word like he’s trying to remind himself this is fleeting.
I lower my hand. “Don’t fret my delicious cock. I’m not getting any ideas outside the scope of our contract.”
“Good. Because while you might think I’m a dream in bed, I’d be your nightmare in a relationship.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because I’m a selfish asshole only concerned about what I want.”
It doesn’t sound like he’s the author of those words and I wonder who told him that. “Maybe you think you are, but you really aren’t. Maybe you’re one of the good guys.”
His expression turns to stone. “Don’t get any ideas about me. I won’t hesitate to give you my cock, but I will never give you my heart.”
His jaw is clenched.
He has walls up. Ones built brick by brick from pain. Caused by words. Lies. Fears. Betrayals. It’s a wall behind which he seeks safety but finds loneliness.
I know that fortress. But I don’t know where the exits are. I haven’t found them myself.
“I’m going to get dressed and then you can feed me,” I say. I carry my purse and suitcase into the bathroom. Though this place is stunningly beautiful, it takes some getting used to being able to see fish everywhere I turn.
I’m searching through the clothes I brought, when Theo walks in holding a dress bag with a designer name across the front of it.
“Though I rented the entire place, dressing for dinner is still required here.”
“You rented the hotel out? Another habit?” I ask as I take the bag from him.
“I’ve been here before, but never with anyone else.”
It shouldn’t but that makes me happy. I unzip the bag. It holds a black dress with a plunging neckline.
He leans down and suddenly closes my suitcase. “No panties. As soon as dinner is over, I’m going to have you again.”
“Already?”
“I have to get you out of my system.” He spins around and leaves.
Out of his system. I wish I didn’t get it, but I do. I feel the same way and the connection with him scares me.
I reapply my makeup and sweep my hair up, fastening it place. Then I wiggle into the dress. The material flows over my body like the maker knew my measurements.
I shake my chest to make sure I don’t pull a flop out since the upper back of the dress is bare.
When I’m ready, I step out and find Theo at one of the windows, hands in his pockets watching the ocean life.
“The dress is open, so if my breasts go on a journey, it’s not my fault.”
He turns. “You look stunning,” he says quietly.
And with that, I feel beautiful. I feel warm and wanted.
“I pictured you in this dress.” His hand dips in to cup my breast and he strokes my nipple. “Because I could imagine doing this.” Then he grips the sides of the material to inch it up, his palms gliding over my skin.
He palms my ass.
I smooth my hand down his tie. “Then do you want to stay in?”
“No. I want to have dinner before I have you again.”
“Ah, you want to make sure you have the strength to keep up with me.”
He laughs as he escorts me from the suite up to the hotel’s restaurant. I stumble as a shark glides past the glass wall.
“Careful.” Theo puts his hand on my back. “Another reason I wanted to rent the entire place out is because I only have to speak the word and the employees will all vacate.”
“Why would you do that?”
“In case I put you across the table and have you for dinner.”
I stop walking.
“Does that shock you?”
I shake my head.
“What if I told you I wanted you on your knees beneath the table?”
“Do you?”
“Maybe at some point, but I haven’t eaten much today.”
I smirk. “Really? I thought you had your fill with me.”
“When you don’t have the strength in your legs to walk and you feel like you’re going to pass out from all the orgasms, then you’ll know I’m full.”
And like a faucet, my body is on again. Heat surges between my legs.
A man in a suit shows us to a table for two covered by a long white tablecloth at the far end of the room. It’s surrounded by lush green plants that spill over a horizontal planter giving the table additional privacy.
Theo motions to the chair across from him. “Sit there.”
Once I’m seated, he leans toward me. “Spread your legs wide. I want to be able to glance under the table and see you.”
I have never behaved so wantonly before but I do what he says because I want him to see me.
At one point, Theo rests his foot in the center of my chair and nudges me with it. He keeps it up while he eats, his expression the picture of innocence.
Two can play that game. I ease my foot out of the high heel and run it across his thigh. Then I take a few sips of wine and smile widely.
His gaze sharpens. I stroke him with my big toe, enjoying the way he swallows hard. When he reaches for his water, I run my foot across his cock, delighted to see him nearly lose his grip on the glass.
I take a bite of my food. “It’s so good,” I purr. “Doesn’t it feel so good on the tongue?” I lick my lips. I feel his cock harden and smile.
He calmly sets his napkin aside. “We’re done. Get up.”
“Oh? Is something wrong?”
He comes to me, putting one hand on the back of my chair and leaning close. “I have never gotten a hard on this quickly after just losing my load.”
“And?”
“I’m going to show you why it’s a bad idea to tease me.”
I put a hand to my mouth. “Oh no. I suppose you want something?”
“You,” he says firmly.
“You can go away.” I shake my head. “I’m not here for the money, I’m here for the food.”
Theo laughs, then groans. “Dammit, Holland. Get up and come with me.”
“Or?” I raise one eyebrow.
He stoops and picks me up, hugging me to his chest.
I drop the fork and it clatters loudly against the plate.
None of the employees act like they notice anything.
“I’m going to show you what else I imagined doing to you,” he says as we leave.
“Are you carrying me to your lair?” I tease.
Theo walks outside to a private infinity pool.
I look down at it, then around. Though it’s evening, we’re still out in the open.
He dives into the water with me.
I come up spluttering, feeling exhilarated. Like I’ve tossed caution to the wind without fearing where I’m going to end up. Without worrying about consequences.
I only know that I’m going to enjoy this moment with this man. Every inch of him.