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Lucas
I’m not sure what to think after the conversation I’ve just had with Hunter. If word on the street is unsettling my project, he assured me it didn’t come from him. Now we have a problem that will take some solving and rather than head to my desk as I usually do, I’ve come to the only person I want to be with in a crisis. Ella.
She looks so gorgeous sitting in her silken robe sipping on a mug of coffee. So perfect, delicate and unspoilt and nothing like the toxic air I breathe every day.
I can tell she’s concerned and yet I can’t let her in, it’s not fair on her or the organization I represent.
Sighing, I set the mug down and kneel before her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her close so I can breathe her scent and chase the shadows away. She runs her fingers through my hair and drops light kisses on the top of my head and whispers, “Do you need to talk?”
There is so much I want to say, so much I want to confide in her but how can I? She’s a temporary delight that will soon be gone and I can’t allow myself the luxury of opening up to someone who will be gone from my life as quickly as she came.
Instead, I just pull her close and savor the time we do have. I know I should be working through my troubles; I should be calling in favors and getting to the root of the problem but not now. I want something more, so I part her robe and love how sweet she smells. How soft her skin is and how good she feels.
I press gentle kisses on her stomach and move my head lower, tasting her sweet essence that always appears ready to delight my senses. As I flick my tongue inside, she groans and I love how powerful that makes me feel. Parting her thighs, I pleasure her as she throbs against me and opens up like a flower. I’m in no hurry to move this on, just enjoying the taste of innocence, of normality and of perfection.
Pulling her legs wide, I suck on her clit and her gentle moans make the beast inside me roar. I can tell she’s close, semi-naked in the chair with her legs wide, being eaten out by a desperate man. What a way to start the day, I could get used to this and as she comes apart around me, I love her small squeals of pleasure and the moans of a woman who has reached a satisfying climax.
By the time she gets her breath, I close the robe and drop a light kiss on her lips before smirking. “Morning gorgeous.”
“Same. What’s up though, you look, well, terrible actually. What’s the matter, weren’t your eggs to your liking, or your bacon cold?”
Grabbing the seat opposite, I reach for a pastry. “The food was adequate, the conversation poor.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Yes and no.”
“Make up your mind.” She laughs softly and I smile. “Yes, I want to talk about it and no I can’t. It’s business that will tie me up for most of the day, if not the week. I’m pissed about that because I want to spend my time with you and yet I know this is out of my hands.”
I feel so desperate as my coming days look bleak and she reaches across the table and takes my hand. “It’s fine, you do what you must, I should get to work, anyway. I have orders building that I need to get out the door and I’ve been kidding myself that I have the time to spend indulging in pleasure.”
Her words hit me like a sledgehammer. “Work, what do you mean?”
She shakes her head sadly. “Lucas, I have a business. You have a business. Respect mine, at least. When this all ends, we end and I have to pick up the shattered pieces and glue them back together. I accept how it is, I’m just not sure you realize what it could cost me. I will need my business, so I must tend it, nurture it and allow it to grow because ultimately it’s all I have. Let me go back to it, let me have my freedom, and I promise you I will be here when you return.”
“No!” My voice is loud, and is driven by the sudden panic in my heart. She can’t leave, I won’t allow it. For some reason, I feel so desperate and want to hold on tight. She can’t walk outside, away from me, it’s not happening.
Her eyes burn with unshed tears and I feel like the biggest bastard in the world because I won’t keep her, but I can’t let her go. I’m being selfish, I know I am, but just thinking of her away from me for two seconds is too painful. I like knowing she’s here, waiting for me. At my beck and call, a warm body to cling to in an otherwise cold existence. I need Ella, she’s the beat of my heart and the life in my body. She can’t leave, I won’t have it.
Images of me chaining her to my bed and keeping her there, flash before my eyes as the panic sets in, making me an irrational monster. I’m unreasonable, scared and drowning in unfamiliarity and to my surprise, she pushes back her chair and heads around the table and sits on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing her lips lightly to mine. I cling on tight as if I can’t let her go and she whispers, “It’s ok, Lucas, I understand. I’ll be here when you are. I promise to be careful and I will come back.”
My heart is frantic and I’m losing control. What is happening, this isn’t like me, I don’t lose control, I don’t feel. I can’t take it and as she nuzzles my neck, she whispers, “I love you, Lucas.”
Four words that suddenly change everything.
With a feral growl, I lift her in my arms and stride from the room. I head inside my bedroom and push her down on the bed and rip that robe from her body as if it’s nothing. Then I shrug out of my clothes in record time and without any foreplay, plunge inside her body causing her to cry out.
Just feeling her warm body contracting around my cock sends me delirious. It feels so good, so wrong to be bareback inside her and like a perfect paradise. Her legs wrap around my waist and pull me in deeper. She gasps as I pound inside her relentlessly, desperate to mark her, to claim her, to love her in the only way I know how. I want my stamp all over her, inside and out and I suck on her neck like a fucking vampire as I feel a desperate urge to mark my territory. For someone who likes control I well and truly lose it and as I fuck Ella Quinn into the mattress, I come so hard I roar like the beast I am with no care for the consequences.
