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I loved her like this. Flushed from her orgasm and sated. I wanted to be with her so I could hold her. But I knew she needed space and time. But this was a great first step.
“I loved that you shared that with me. Sleep tight, Gia.”
Her eyes widened slightly, as if she hadn’t expected me to get off the phone so quickly, but I wanted to keep her wanting more. “Yeah, okay. Good night, Silas.”
I ended the call. I hoped I did the right thing by engaging her. It allowed her to think she was in control when she was really letting go with me. She’d done something she never had before, and we’d shared that experience together. I could only hope that it was the right move.
I prided myself on always knowing the next right thing to do, but I’d never encountered anyone like Gia before. She was so tightly wound it was a challenge to get her to unravel. And I wanted to do it again and again and again.
I’d never been so challenged by a woman before, and I was enjoying every minute. It didn’t take long for women to bore me. There was the anticipation when you first met the gaze of a gorgeous woman across the room, but it could fall through when she spoke. I liked any woman I spent time with to be intelligent and successful. But Gia took it to another level. I had a feeling it was because she wasn’t attracted to my money or my success. If anything, it repelled her.
It wasn’t just our mutual connection with her brothers that made her pause. It was the connection she felt when I was near. She was scared of the way I made her feel. I could sympathize because I felt the same way.
But I knew it would be worth it. I was confident I could keep things from her brothers and the rest of her family. No one had to know.
I took a shower to clean off, and the memory of Gia working over her clit and pumping her fingers inside her pussy had me hard.
I gripped my cock and replayed that vision in my mind, and in no time, I was spurting over the walls of the shower. I still wanted her, and I had a feeling I’d never get enough.
Eight
GIA
Ifelt a little shaky the next week, reliving that encounter with Silas. There was the kiss in the kitchen, his refusal to take things further, and then his challenge for me to come to him. On the drive home, I’d been confident I could resist him, but when I’d gotten undressed for bed, I was aroused and aching for him.
I had this impulse to send him a picture before I took care of things myself. It was naughty, and I was usually careful. I never took pictures and sent them to guys. Which meant, on some level, I trusted Silas.
It might have had something to do with the way he seemed to care for me. He’d stopped at the pizzeria to make sure I wasn’t alone, and he didn’t use the opportunity to take advantage of what I was eagerly offering him. He wanted me to come to him. It only made me want him more.
I was positive he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and I wanted to return the favor. I wanted to drivehimcrazy and show him what he was missing.
Unfortunately, it hadn’t sated my desire; it had only made me burn hotter for him. I’d never seen anything sexier than a man stroking his cock. Now I couldn’t get my mind off how many times he’d jerked off to the memory of our video call.
Was he as affected as I was? Did he want me as badly as I wanted him? I’d been hot and bothered all week.
I had to get myself together because we’d agreed to meet today to talk about the couple I’d be working with. I was both looking forward to it and dreading it. It was always interesting when we were in the same room. He challenged me and turned me on at the same time. And that was the problem. I had to resist him. I couldn’t give in to his stupid ultimatum. That meant he won.
If I was honest with myself, it meant something a whole lot deeper. He wanted me to let go. To give him some of the control in our dynamic, and I wasn’t prepared to do that. I’d never done that in any relationship, and I certainly wouldn’t do it with him. I needed to keep the upper hand at all costs.
Although, I thought he’d flipped things on me over the phone, by video calling me and ordering me to touch my nipples and fuck myself with my fingers. I was completely helpless when it came to Silas, especially when it felt so good. When he told me to imagine my fingers were his, I was lost to the timbre of his voice and the sweet promise in his words.
I wanted him in that moment. I wanted him on top of me, behind me, and inside me. I wanted him to own me. And that was a scary feeling.
No one told me what to do. No one told me what was possible for me. I ran my life. Not some guy. Not that Silas was justsomeguy. He was powerful and commanding and made me wetter than I’d ever been.
Every orgasm I’d ever had paled in comparison to the ones he gave me. Even the one I gave myself on the phone had been earth-shattering.
I drove to his resort, arguing with myself the entire way. The rational part of me wanted to be a professional, and the passionate side of me wanted to fuck him and give in to this insatiable chemistry between us. Normally, I’d be all for it. But Silas wasn’t like other guys. He demanded more of me.
It was scary and thrilling all at the same time.
I parked in a visitor spot, wondering what would happen if he truly wanted me as his girlfriend, not someone he had to keep a secret. Everything inside me went soft.
What if we worked together and were able to get along? I had a feeling that wouldn’t ever be the case, butwhat ifI gave in to this desire?
A knock on my window startled me. Silas stood there in his ever-present suit with a cocky grin on his face. Irritation flowed through me as I grabbed my purse.
Silas opened the door for me, and I told my traitorous heart not to get excited because he’d made one chivalrous gesture. “I thought you might change your mind.”
