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Authors: Sigal Ehrlich
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“Christ Hales,” he gushes. His eyes fly open and rest, scorching, on mine. “Baby.” His voice is hoarse as he tries to pull me up. For a moment I stop.
I shake my head and mouth “you”, and resume eagerly, looking at him from under my lashes. His hand, accepting, leaves my shoulder and moves to my head. His fingers lace in my hair as he tugs it and tilts my head in a gentle rhythm. I am so turned on from pleasing him, from the quiet carnal growls rising from his throat, his total surrender to my pleasurable assault. I grab his waist, and push him toward me, and he lets out a mumble of my name. With his final moan I absorb him deeper. The shiver going through him passes through to me and it is almost my own undoing.
After a short moment to revel in his ecstasy he drops to the floor, mimicking my kneeling position and, facing me, he grabs my head and claims my mouth ravenously, his heart pounding wildly against me. He tips his head back and gazes at me, eyes tender, absorbing, at the verge of reverential.
“You blow my mind, Hales.” And he hugs me so tight I fear broken bones for a frozen moment.
When he eventually releases his hold on me, I ask, “Do we have to go back to anatomy 101? I’m quite positive it wasn’t exactly your mind I just blew.” He snickers and kisses my lips through a grin. As he shakes his head the grin turns into a full-blown smug smirk.
Given the situation I initially found him in I break our connection, telling Daniel I should leave and that he should get back to whatever I’ve interrupted by coming here. Reluctantly he inches up and tucks his shirt back into his jeans, buckling his belt. I step over to grab my sweater, shrugging it on and firmly securing the tie around my waist. “Too bad I can’t go back home with you,” he says sincerely. “Let’s go, I’ll see you out.” He takes my hand and lifts it to his mouth for a warm kiss on my palm. He shakes his head with the widest, pleased grin.
“Oh goodness,” I mumble before we step out of the room, the aftermath finally reaching the sensible part of my mind.
“What’s up?” Daniel asks.
“It’s, um, I can just imagine what everyone here will be thinking.” My teeth dig into my lip.
Daniel releases the tugging with his thumb and moves to hold my chin between his fingers, tipping my head toward him. “Giving a damn is not something I dance to, baby.” He winks and plants a lavish kiss on my mouth.
Yes my beloved, severe nut-job, I knew quite early on in our relationship that concern, shame, obedience, social graces and etc. are not exactly your best assets. He links his fingers with mine, steering us both out of his office toward the bank of elevators. In the privacy of the elevator he looks at me with the most affectionate stare. “It was supposed to be you and my mouth,” he mumbles, bringing up his noon tease.
I shrug. “It was purely my pleasure, though. Rain check?” I return his stare provocatively; he grants me one of his transgressive grins, so full of promise.
D, keep this smile on, and I will make you return the favor right here in this small compartment.
Just before reaching the first floor I tell Daniel about the security guy incident. His reaction is a carefree deep stomach laugh. When we pass by reception, Daniel stops for a moment. Checking the security guy’s badge, resting his hand on the high rail, he says, “Nathan.”
“Yes, Mr. Stark.” Nathan jumps up from his lolling position behind the round reception area, sending a flustered, flinty glance my way.
Yes Sir…
“This is Miss Grace,” Daniel says stonily, planting a kiss on my temple. “She is my girlfriend. Girlfriend . Not my sister, or my anything else.”
I notice little humor wrinkles forming at Daniel’s eyes, but he doesn’t waver, keeping his narrow, menacing gaze fixed on the blushing, bulky guy who all of a sudden seems to shrink. “Next time, just let her in. She doesn’t need to be announced or
“Christ Hales,” he gushes. His eyes fly open and rest, scorching, on mine. “Baby.” His voice is hoarse as he tries to pull me up. For a moment I stop.
I shake my head and mouth “you”, and resume eagerly, looking at him from under my lashes. His hand, accepting, leaves my shoulder and moves to my head. His fingers lace in my hair as he tugs it and tilts my head in a gentle rhythm. I am so turned on from pleasing him, from the quiet carnal growls rising from his throat, his total surrender to my pleasurable assault. I grab his waist, and push him toward me, and he lets out a mumble of my name. With his final moan I absorb him deeper. The shiver going through him passes through to me and it is almost my own undoing.
After a short moment to revel in his ecstasy he drops to the floor, mimicking my kneeling position and, facing me, he grabs my head and claims my mouth ravenously, his heart pounding wildly against me. He tips his head back and gazes at me, eyes tender, absorbing, at the verge of reverential.
“You blow my mind, Hales.” And he hugs me so tight I fear broken bones for a frozen moment.
When he eventually releases his hold on me, I ask, “Do we have to go back to anatomy 101? I’m quite positive it wasn’t exactly your mind I just blew.” He snickers and kisses my lips through a grin. As he shakes his head the grin turns into a full-blown smug smirk.
Given the situation I initially found him in I break our connection, telling Daniel I should leave and that he should get back to whatever I’ve interrupted by coming here. Reluctantly he inches up and tucks his shirt back into his jeans, buckling his belt. I step over to grab my sweater, shrugging it on and firmly securing the tie around my waist. “Too bad I can’t go back home with you,” he says sincerely. “Let’s go, I’ll see you out.” He takes my hand and lifts it to his mouth for a warm kiss on my palm. He shakes his head with the widest, pleased grin.
“Oh goodness,” I mumble before we step out of the room, the aftermath finally reaching the sensible part of my mind.
“What’s up?” Daniel asks.
“It’s, um, I can just imagine what everyone here will be thinking.” My teeth dig into my lip.
Daniel releases the tugging with his thumb and moves to hold my chin between his fingers, tipping my head toward him. “Giving a damn is not something I dance to, baby.” He winks and plants a lavish kiss on my mouth.
Yes my beloved, severe nut-job, I knew quite early on in our relationship that concern, shame, obedience, social graces and etc. are not exactly your best assets. He links his fingers with mine, steering us both out of his office toward the bank of elevators. In the privacy of the elevator he looks at me with the most affectionate stare. “It was supposed to be you and my mouth,” he mumbles, bringing up his noon tease.
I shrug. “It was purely my pleasure, though. Rain check?” I return his stare provocatively; he grants me one of his transgressive grins, so full of promise.
D, keep this smile on, and I will make you return the favor right here in this small compartment.
Just before reaching the first floor I tell Daniel about the security guy incident. His reaction is a carefree deep stomach laugh. When we pass by reception, Daniel stops for a moment. Checking the security guy’s badge, resting his hand on the high rail, he says, “Nathan.”
“Yes, Mr. Stark.” Nathan jumps up from his lolling position behind the round reception area, sending a flustered, flinty glance my way.
Yes Sir…
“This is Miss Grace,” Daniel says stonily, planting a kiss on my temple. “She is my girlfriend. Girlfriend . Not my sister, or my anything else.”
I notice little humor wrinkles forming at Daniel’s eyes, but he doesn’t waver, keeping his narrow, menacing gaze fixed on the blushing, bulky guy who all of a sudden seems to shrink. “Next time, just let her in. She doesn’t need to be announced or
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