Chapter 8
When I wake up somewhere around nine in the morning, my first instinct is to reach to the right side of the bed and make sure Andie’s still there. My hand makes contact with the warm skin between her breasts and I leave it there for a moment just to feel her breathing and her heart beating steadily beneath my palm.
I’m not sure what it is about her sleeping that does something to my insides I can’t explain. There have been many other women in my bed. Years ago. And I couldn’t wait for them to leave so I could start my day. So, I stopped allowing anyone to stay.
But with her…
The night before last I imagined what she was like in slumber. Now that I have her here beside me, I think I could stay like this forever.
I roll my head to look at her. Messy blond hair, made so by my hands in it all night, is fanned across the pillow and over her beautiful face. The gray sheets have been drawn down to her waist, exposing her breasts and the curve of her hip, but stops short of her pelvic area. I’m not sure what teases me more, the parts I can see, or the ones hidden from view.
Once again, I find myself wrestling with the decision to let her sleep, or wake her and fuck her until we’re both satisfied.
It might take a while, however. I thought with everything we did last night, and the many times we did it, I’d be ready to take a break. Instead, I just want more.
I frown. Maybe it will take a more creative approach to get my fill with her.
Suddenly, it dawns on me. The perfect setting for my perfect fantasy. I’ve never fucked anyone on the stage at my own club, not because I’m against it. But because it’s simply never been a desire.
Andie, however, makes me want to do everything.
Tonight.
For now, I will let her rest. She deserves it. I reach over and graze her cheek with my fingertips, then carefully get out of bed.
A cold shower does nothing to cool down my need for her, unfortunately, and I’m once again faced with the decision to wake her and take care of this hard-on or let her sleep. I fist my cock and stroke it, shutting my eyes as I imagine it’s her I’m fucking. Her mouth, her tight pussy.
It doesn’t take long to make myself come, but damn if I’m not left wanting the real thing.
After getting dressed, I go to the kitchen and make myself eggs and toast. I’ve just sat down at the counter when I hear footsteps behind me.
Andie pads over to me and peers at my plate. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t have breakfast ready for you.”
I take her in, from her wet hair and fresh skin, to my blue robe that is several sizes too large, and yet it manages to look sexy as fuck on her. “You showered.”
She tucks some of her hair behind her ear. “Yeah. Um, after all the times we… I was sticky.”
That puts a smile on my face. “You’re just going to get sticky again.”
Licking her bottom lip, she sticks her hand in the deep pocket of the robe and tugs out a wad of cash. “I saw this on the nightstand. Are you leaving money out on purpose?”
I spear a bite of egg. “Just wanted to find out how repentant you truly were.”
“No need to set traps, Mr. Alexander. I’m not taking anything more than what’s in the box. You did say I could,” she reminds me, but there’s still doubt in her expression.
Narrowing my eyes on her, I say, “There’s a lot of money in there, Miss Burrows. What do you need it for?”
“Childcare.”
“Bullshit. I don’t have kids, but even I know you don’t need that much.”
“It’s not bullshit. You’re firing me after this week. I need a way to support Lola.” Her tone changes when she mentions her daughter. It becomes more forceful and defensive, as if she’s ready to punch me in the nose.
“Easy, sweetheart. I told you it’s yours for whatever you need.” I take another bite of egg and she watches me eat it.
A splash of pink infuses her cheeks as she glances between my plate and the stove. “I really am sorry I didn’t make you breakfast.”
I’m about to tell her it’s okay, when the robe opens slightly, revealing the creamy skin between her breasts.
I set the fork down and wipe my mouth. “I was pretty specific about the duties I expected you to perform, wasn’t I?”
Her eyes widen and she seems truly mortified. “Yes. I should have set an alarm. It won’t happen again.”
“Of course it won’t. In fact, it won’t be happening this time either, because you will feed me.” I shove the plate aside.
“What would you like?”
“I already told you. I want you to feed me.” Reaching for her, I run my fingertips through the opening of the robe, just barely touching her skin. I move the fluffy material to the side, exposing her breast. She sucks in a breath when I do the same to the other side.
She moves closer.
I grab hold of the belt around her waist and yank her until she’s standing between my legs. The scent of shampoo and clean woman surround me, and I can’t help but to press my face into the crook of her neck and suck in more of it.
A growl emanates from the depths of my belly as my mouth begins to water just from the smell of her. Her arms come around my neck and she moans when I nip her soft skin.
“Gavin!” she squeals in surprise when I suddenly stand and lift her ass onto the counter. “What are you doing?”
“How else am I supposed to eat you? Now, lie down.” I grin and her lips part in a little exhale. “Down.”
She complies, slowly lowering herself onto the cool marble.
“Good girl.” I reach for the opening of the robe and draw the sides away, revealing her creamy skin. Her nipples turn to pebbles instantly, going from light pink to brown. “Are you cold?”
“No,” she breathes.
My grin widens because if she’s not cold, that means she’s reacting to me. “Do you like it when I look at you, Andie?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Because I like to look at you.” I place my palm over her heart, finding the feel of it beating furiously in her chest satisfying. “But I like tasting you more.”
I move my hand over her breasts, teasing the peaks for just a moment before moving farther still to untie the robe belt. The fuzzy material slips away from her abdomen.
My gaze drops to her navel as I run my knuckles over it. Her stomach sucks in on an intake of breath when I reach her pelvic bone.
“Spread your legs, Andie. Place your feet on the counter.”
She swallows loudly, but obeys. With her feet planted on the counter, her knees fall to the sides. I drop back onto the barstool, my gaze glued onto the sweet sight nestled between her thighs.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I say, before lowering my face to her cunt.
I pull her legs over my shoulders, then I shut my eyes and run the tip of my tongue over her slightly parted slit. From her entrance to her clit, I collect the taste of her, and it heats my insides like whiskey.
Again and again I lick her, drink her, eat her. Her moans add music to the feast and her fingers tugging painfully at my hair are the spice.
Holy fuck, I’ve never enjoyed the flavor of a woman so much. I’ve never relished the feel of her velvety folds on my mouth or sucking on a clitoris to this extent.
But it’s the way she’s squirming from my touch that really does a number on me. My balls tighten with every gasp that escapes her, and when she tightens her knees around my ears and screams in pleasure, I almost shame myself.
Before she can recover, I get up and unzip my pants. I release myself through the fly and push inside her.
“Oh God!” Her hands come flying up to my chest as she inhales sharply and screws her eyes shut.
But I don’t give her time to adjust to me. I’m too fucking close.
I thrust hard into her, as hard as my dick demands. My hips slap against her ass over and over, until I reach that point where my balls contract just before release.
Then I pull out and, fisting my cock, I let my cum surge onto her belly and chest and face.
When I’m finally done and there’s nothing left, I take in the sight of her, drenched in me. And fuck, if that isn’t the most sinfully beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
At least that’s what I thought until she opens her eyes and does something that will live in my memory until the day I die. She licks the side of her mouth where a drop of my cum splashed.
“Fuck me. I’m in trouble,” I say.
She looks at me questioningly. “Did I mess up your pants?”
Frowning, I glance down. Indeed, there are some of her juices on my crotch. But that’s not what catches my attention. It’s the amount of my juices sliding from her pussy that does. Guess I didn’t withdraw fast enough.
Not that anything could come of it. That’s not why I pulled out. In fact, I’m not sure why I did.
Maybe I just wanted to see what I looked like all over her. My mark on her skin.
“Gavin?”
“Gavin,” I repeat as I gather some of the stuff dripping from her with my fingertip and trace my name on her thigh the way I imagined doing. It’s just as fucking hot as it was in my mind. I stare at it for a moment before glancing up. “Thank you for breakfast. But I’m sure I’ll be starving again when I come home.”
I release her and she sits up. She tugs the robe closed and gives me a shy smile. “What would you like for dinner?”
Walking to my closet with her in tow, I say, “Actually, we’re going out to eat.”
She takes the pants I just slipped off and stands on one side of the closet while I change. “I… You didn’t tell me to bring clothes to go out.”
I turn and let my gaze drop over her. Of course, I didn’t. In fact, I’d rather keep her in that robe her entire stay here. “I’ll have my assistant make you an appointment with one of the in-house stylists this afternoon?”
When I take out my phone to text Mason, I see he’s actually been calling me all morning. Two missed calls and three texts.
“You’re sending someone here?” Andie asks.
“Yes,” I reply as I read them.
Mason:Mr. Tadesco is insisting on seeing you.
Mason:I told him you’re booked, but he’s not giving up.
Mason:Any chance you’re on the way in?
Slipping my phone into my pocket, I say to Andie, “They can take measurements to provide you with eveningwear.”
“You’re taking me somewhere fancy?” Her brows arch in surprise.
“I am. So be ready at eight and don’t make dinner.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll see you this evening.”
“Wait!” she calls out when I make to leave. “The stylist, is it someone from The Red’s staff?”
I frown. “It is.”
She bites her lower lip in that nervous way she has. “Can you get someone else. I… I don’t want them to see that I’m your...”
“My what?”
“I have a kid now,” she says as if that should explain everything. When it doesn’t, she adds, “It wouldn’t have mattered before. But I can’t risk anyone seeing me out and saying something in front of her. She can never know that I was?—”
“Mine,” I finish for her. “That’s all you are, and that’s all anyone needs to know. Anyone in my employment is too smart to question it or gossip. Is that understood?”
A quick nod tells me she does. “I’ll be waiting, then.”