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CHAPTER 5
PIPER
I was not aware alternative universes existed until this precise moment. I know for a fact it’s not normal procedure for a client to stay at any of the guy’s places. Yet, I’ve been at Landon’s for a few days now. He’s been taking great care of me, and I’ve felt safe the last few days, but this feels like more than keeping me safe.
I haven’t been brave enough to ask about it and something in the way he demanded I stay with him made me wonder if I wanted to know. As he stalks into his house with me over his shoulder, I realize I should have asked more questions.
It’s not like I don’t want this to happen between us, I desperately do. Landon’s lips pressed against mine was even better than I imagined. The way the softer curves of my body pressed against the hard lines of his makes me feel safe and at home. I even relished in the way his beard rubbed against the sensitive skin of my face. Still, I don’t want to have too much hope.
Could this simply be some sort of stress reliever for him? I’m convenient? Is this some sort of perfunctory payment thing for him keeping me safe? For him having me stay with him?
I shake my head and push those thoughts away. Landon hasn’t ever been that guy. I don’t think.
When we’re in his room, the one room at his place I haven’t step foot in, and he’s putting me back on my feet I snap back to reality. The way his body feels against mine makes me shudder in his arms.
His eyes are darker than they normally are and bore into me, making me want to drop to my knees and please him. It’s an odd feeling. He’s been my boss for years and I’ve never felt the need to submit to him, not like I do right now. There’s a fire there and I desperately want it to burn me alive.
Landon unbuttons his shirt and my eyes drift down to watch as each centimeter of skin is revealed to me. “So naughty,” he grits out through his teeth.
My eyes snap up to meet his and I’m not sure if he’s angry, the same way I wasn’t sure about it in the car. The feeling, the tension, was so oppressive I wasn’t sure what to do with myself. It’s why I threw myself from his car the moment we arrived. I couldn’t take it any longer. It felt like a weight around my neck, one I couldn’t dislodge and wasn’t sure if I wanted to or not.
Being able to take a deep breath helped me to clear my head. Then he told me I broke his rules and my pussy flooded. Yeah, my body likes being under his control, under his rules. All of me likes it and I’m afraid I like it a little too much.
When Landon lets the shirt drop to the floor, my hands move on their own so my palms skim over his pecs, my fingers moving through the light dusting of hair there. He closes his eyes and tips his head back before his deft fingers start working on my blouse, pulling the hem from the pencil skirt I have on.
“I can’t decide if I want to keep the skirt on you while I fuck you or not. I’ve been fantasizing about taking you while wearing one from the first day,” he admits softly, staring into my eyes so I can see the truth there, the fucking need and the desire.
I gasp and furrow my brows together, “I don’t understand.”
He rips my shirt back and off my arms, letting the fabric flutter to the floor. His eyes soften as his hands come up and cup my face and my hands move over his shoulders. “I know,” he whispers, “and it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have kept pushing you away, Piper. I’ll make it up to you.”
I’m momentarily frozen by his words and the sincerity in his tone. The kiss he presses against my lips this time is soft and sweet, an apology and a promise. I want more. I want him.
When I press my body against his, he growls into my mouth as his arms encircle me to make quick work of my bra. When he unzips my skirt, I know there is no going back from this. I don’t want to, but warning bells chime in my head at the same time.
“Landon, I don’t know what this is,” I breathe out, my mind racing and my body screaming for me to just give in.
“This is me claiming you like I should have done years ago, Piper.” He presses his forehead against mine as his hands rove over my body, lighting me up from the inside out. “You don’t have to believe me, not now, but I’ll prove it to you.” When he tugs me against him this time, I feel the evidence of how much he wants me against my belly. Holy shit. His voice drops an octave, seriousness filling each word, “You need to know I haven’t looked at another woman since the day I hired you. I couldn’t. You had no idea, but I’ve been yours since then and now I’m going to make you mine.”
Everything freezes, my mind, my body, my heart. Everything.
Could his words be true?
Time only starts again when he kisses me, picking me up with his strong hands on my hips. When my legs wrap around his waist, I kick my heels off my feet. He lowers me slowly to the bed, proving his strength, as if I need a reminder, following me down and blanketing me with his weight.
It’s surprisingly grounding, and I’m instantly addicted to the feeling.
I open my mouth, needing to understand, but he doesn’t let me get any words out. His lips press against mine and I let everything go. The fear, the concerns, the worry, even the hope for something more than this moment float away from me and within a heartbeat they’re farther away than my fingers can reach and grasp.
I give my body over to Landon. I trust him. Maybe I shouldn’t all things considered, but I do. I want to be his; I want him to be mine.
I kiss him back and wrap my limbs around his body, very aware that the only thing between us right now are his pants and my flimsy lace panties. Even those layers don’t prevent me from feeling every single inch of him. I pull him down against me, wanting more, needing more.
“Please,” I gasp out the plea against his lips and feel the way his own curve into a smile.
He moves slowly, deliberately, and pushes up and moves away from me. When he’s standing at the edge of the bed, I let my eyes move over him. I take in the tattoo on his arm which is normally covered with the sleeve of his button-down shirt. After Landon smirks and then turns away, I gasp at the eagle which covers the entirety of his back.
He looks over his shoulder at me as he toes off his shoes before undressing completely. When he turns back toward me, I gasp again and this time it has nothing to do with ink and everything to do with his cock. It’s perfect. It looks girthy and just the right length and it has one of those unicorn curves. I bet it will hit all the right places inside of me.
