31 Days of Summer (31 Days #2) (50 page)

‘Sod it, I’ll get used to it,’ he uttered and
quickly crouched to take one in his mouth and licked and sucked. Seconds later
he came up with a face like he’d drunk a pitcher of sour lemonade and I burst
out laughing, as he swallowed and shuddered.

‘Welcome to the world of swallowing for women,’ I
smirked.

‘Please, I taste far nicer than that and I’m about
to prove it. Part your legs again,’ he ordered. I bit my lip as I did as I was
told, desperately clenching so as not to traumatise the fish, who were gathered
below us, opening and closing their mouths. Dan slowly ran the crop down my
stomach, the lightest of touches of the leather on my heated skin, and I
hitched my breath as he moved down and firmly ran it back and forth between my
legs and a moan involuntarily left my throat. I could feel the crop gliding
through me easily and prepared myself for him to flick me with it. I looked at
him surprised when he pulled it away and slowly lifted it up, winked at me and
sucked on it.

‘O my God, you’ll make me come again doing things
like that,’ I groaned.

‘That’s the plan. Walk over to my desk and crawl
across it on your hands and knees. Leave your shoes on and turn around so
you’re facing the waterfall,’ he ordered with a cheeky smile, as he strode
away, skirted his desk and sat back in his chair with his hands cockily behind
his head.

‘But I’m … you’re leaking out,’ I objected.

‘Precisely when did the Sir portion of the
afternoon stop?’

‘Sorry, Sir,’ I replied, as I clicked across his
stone and glass floor in my high heels. This felt so bad, being naked but for
my shoes in his office. I carefully climbed up onto his vast desk, my heavy
breasts swinging like pendulums below me, his eyes following each movement. I
slowly started to circle on my hands and knees, until I was facing his water
feature, my backside pretty much level with his face. Despite my earlier
powerful orgasm I started to tremble again, at the thought of what he was about
to do. He ordered me to grip the other side of the desk and to spread my knees
apart, before plunging his face between my legs and licking me to another lengthy
climax, as he cleaned me up at the same time. I felt tears of ecstasy rolling
down my face. He was soft, gentle, hard, forceful, adorable, controlling and I
was crazily in love with all sides of him. He let out a soft groan as he
finished up and lay a delicate kiss on my abused clit, before hauling me off
the desk into his lap, my legs hanging over the top of the cushioned leather
arm.

‘I love you,’ he sighed as he kissed me. ‘You’ll
never know how much.’

‘I love you too,’ I yawned as my head dropped onto
his shoulder.

‘Have I bored you again?’

‘Exhausted me. I may be home at nine tonight,’ I
replied.

‘Well it’s only three o’clock, why don’t you have
a sleep here for a while, then I’ll call James to come and get you and Miss
Parker to go home and get ready to go out.’

‘Your sofa does look seriously comfy,’ I smiled.

‘My sofa? I have a bedroom and en-suite next door,
hidden behind that large canvas,’ he replied, with a flick of his head to the
left. He swivelled his chair around and I let out a sob, as I covered my mouth
with my hands. There was a floor to ceiling canvas in black and white of me
laughing as I released Oliver’s hands, as he took his first steps with a cheeky
grin on his face.

‘I thought Feng Shui didn’t allow for personal
things?’ I asked, as I looked at him feeling so touched, that even here we were
a part of his life.

‘As long as they’re not over the top.’

‘They
do
a canvas bigger than that?’ I
laughed.

‘If I wanted them to, yes. Family is very
important, not only to me but the businessmen in the Far East, it will show
what kind of man I am when I’m negotiating with them.’

‘A good one,’ I smiled, as I stifled another yawn.
He quickly lifted me up in his arms.

‘Right bed.’

‘Sofa,’ I pleaded. ‘If you don’t have a meeting,
I’d love to sleep on the sofa and listen to you talking on the phone. Your
voice is so relaxing you’ll make me fall asleep.’

‘The ability to bore my investors and clients to
sleep, when I’m in the middle of a pitch or deal, isn’t exactly what I want to
hear.’

‘Not boring, relaxing. To Oliver and to me. We
love to hear you talking.’

‘Well there’s a bidet in there if you want to
clean up, then put some clothes back on, I can’t be trying to work with you
naked in front of me. I’ll bring the duvet and pillows in here for you.’

‘Jenny,’ I exclaimed, as he carried me over to the
secret door. ‘She’s sitting waiting for me.’

‘I paid a very generous amount to have her wait
around for you. Trust me, she’ll be comfortable in my staff room.’

‘I want to talk to you about an idea I’ve had,
that involves her.’

‘Don’t tell me you want a ménage, as I don’t want
to share you, besides she’s not my type,’ he frowned.

‘No,’ I smiled. ‘I’ll leave Logan to the whole
ménage scene thanks.’

‘So we’ll talk later tonight, or tomorrow. Right now
you need to get dressed and sleep.’

‘Ok, Sir,’ I grinned and got one in return. He
pushed a button hidden behind a bamboo plant and the canvas swung backwards and
he carried me into a luxuriously appointed open plan bedroom and bathroom. I
frowned as I wondered how many women he’d had sex with in here.

‘None,’ he stated, as if reading my mind. ‘I kept
business and private separate since I built this place, after learning the hard
way screwing your PA in your office wasn’t the best of plans, when security
have live feeds of it.’

‘I never asked,’ I said, as he set me down on the
heated slate floor.

‘I could see your mind thinking it. Don’t worry
about anyone seeing you in the bathroom, the glass is mirrored, no one can see
in.’

‘That’s what they said about The Shard,’ I
reminded him.

‘Less talk, more getting dressed or I’ll be
fucking you again, and I have calls to make,’ he ordered, as he gathered up
some pillows and the duvet and strode out. I was soon tucked up and so comfy, I
felt my eyes starting to close already. ‘Sleep for me, Ellie. You have a big
week ahead and I want you rested so you can enjoy it,’ he whispered, as he
kissed my forehead.

‘So, you’re her bodyguard are you?’ asked Brooke,
as she sipped on her first cocktail of the night and eyed Jenny up and down.
They hadn’t had a proper chance to talk over dinner, as Brooke had wanted me
next to her, Molly and Jenny sat opposite with Brolly’s four work friends
flanking us. We’d been so noisy with our chatter and laughter it was hard to
hear anything.

‘Just for tonight,’ she nodded.

‘Feel free to guard my body, very closely,
anytime.’

‘Brooke Hanson, you’re getting married in a week,
you did not just proposition Jenny?’ I laughed, with an apologetic look at her.
It sucked us being the only sober ones. I’d lost track of the bottles of
champagne consumed over dinner by the rest of them.

‘Just sussing her out. I’ve been with a few army
girls, who didn’t know they were eager for beaver until they met me.’

‘Navy,’ Jenny and I replied together.

‘Really? I always thought marines were in the army.’

‘No, that’s why there’s the water connection, like
navy seals,’ I laughed.

‘What water connection? And I though all seals
were grey.’

‘You’re too funny,’ Jenny chuckled.

‘She’s being serious,’ I replied and was met with
an incredulous look as I shrugged. Jenny managed to stifle some more laughter
and Brooke pulled a pout.

‘What’s going on? What’s so funny? And where can I
see navy seals, because those would be
so
cute, especially with a yellow
ribbon around their necks, with one of those beach balls on the ends of their
noses.’

‘Welcome to my world, Jenny,’ I laughed. ‘As the
expert, I’ll leave you to explain this.’ I watched Brooke’s face change from
curious to total embarrassment, to discover navy seals weren’t actually cute
fat seals that were navy blue in colour.

‘How does everyone know this shit?’ she moaned.

‘Are you embarrassing yourself again, sweetie?’
asked Molly, as she came over and gave her a kiss.

‘Did you know navy seals were men in the actual navy
in America?’

‘Yessss,’ Molly said slowly, as she nodded her
head.

‘You need to find another bride, I’m thick as cow
shit,’ Brooke sighed.

‘Pig,’ we all chorused at the same time and
everyone including Brooke burst out laughing.

‘How many have you had? I asked.

‘Not enough,’ she giggled. ‘How’s my mama bear
anyway?’

‘
Very
happy, I had a wonderful few hours
with my man, seeing his amazing office too.’

‘His amazing orifice?’ she teased and Jenny spat her
water all over the floor.

‘Huge Brooke,’ I nodded, determined to loosen
Jenny up even more. ‘The entrance was a big black cavern, ask Jenny, she
entered it at the same time.’

‘Double penetration I’m all for that action. Was
babe,
was
,’ she quickly added as Molly slapped her arm. ‘But black? He
needs to see a doctor about that, that ain’t normal for no white dude, he needs
a
serious
case of orifice bleaching.’

‘Please stop,’ Jenny spluttered. ‘I’ll never be
able to look at Mr. Davenport the same again.’

‘His water works were pretty impressive too,’ I
added and Brooke and Molly started laughing as Jenny went bright red.

‘How about his central shaft?’ Brooke asked with a
straight face. ‘I hear it goes up in about twenty seconds?’

‘Yeah, lifts all the way, leaving you dizzy until
you finally,
arrive
,’ I agreed.

‘Stop, stop,’ Jenny groaned, ‘I’ll wet myself.’

‘Panty liners babe, better safe than sorry,’
nodded Molly. I screamed as Jenny suddenly grabbed me and shunted me to the
side, just in time to miss a drunk guy who lurched into Brooke instead.

‘Wow, amazing reflexes,’ I uttered, as I got over
the shock of the sudden movement.

‘Sorry, Ellie. He was heading right for you.’

‘What about me?’ Brooke protested, as she rubbed
her shoulder where he’d bashed into her.

‘She’s a one woman bodyguard, not a ninja,’ I
replied.

‘Speaking of ninja’s I’m off to do one, that
garlic butter does me in every time.’

‘TMI babe, TMI,’ Molly sighed with a shake of her
head.

‘She’s off to do a ninja?’ asked Jenny, looking
confused.

‘A shit so fast no one sees it, not even her. It’s
in, then it’s out, in the blink of an eye,’ I nodded, as I sipped my mocktail,
not even finding it odd anymore that I knew this stuff about my best friend.

‘I had to ask didn’t I?’ Jenny sighed with a shake
of the head.

‘Don’t ask her about seeded bread for christ’s
sake, I made that mistake last week at work and had a twenty minute
way
too in depth, strain by strain, scratch by scratch description of it,’ Christie
one of their therapist friends added, making us all laugh again.

‘Are you sure about this whole wedding thing,
Molly?’ I teased. ‘Not too late to call it off.’

‘I love her,’ she sighed with a dreamy look on her
face, as she sucked up the last of her cocktail. ‘She’s goofy and overshares,
but she’s just so funny and amazing, warm hearted and fiercely loyal. She
threatened to punch Dan’s pilot if he didn’t fly faster when Ellie was
unconscious.’

‘She did?’ I asked, touched.

‘She called him a slow moving lazy twat and said
she could fly faster, without the plane. Then she asked if he’d ever been
related to one of
The Flintstones
and offered to call
Mr. Gadget
to lend him some extending legs, so his feet could reach the ground to help him
run faster.’

‘O, that’s so sweet,’ I laughed. ‘Typical Brooke. So,
who’s for another round of drinks?’

‘Let me buy these,’ offered Molly.

‘No, it’s on me. Wedding and hen night remember?’
I was dying to tell them that when Dan found out that they weren’t going away
for their honeymoon, just having a week off work at home, he’d booked for them
to go to Rome and Venice. Molly was really into her architecture and Brooke was
always happy if Molly was happy. He was even supplying his small jet each way,
along with stays in some five star luxurious hotels, all food and drink to be
included and some spending money as well. I loved him for wanting to make my
friends happy. Actually I just loved him, full stop. Jenny came with me to the
bar, as I placed an order for the same eight drinks.

‘Are you ok, Ellie? You zoned out for a minute
there.’

‘I’m great,’ I replied. ‘Just thinking about their
honeymoon, Dan’s booked them a surprise and its killing me keeping it to
myself.’

‘He seems a good man.’

‘The best,’ I nodded, as I felt my stomach turn in
that good way as I thought of him. I sent a quick text to Luiza to ask how
Oliver was and she replied with a photo of him snuggled up in bed with his
teddy. They’d kitted out one of their bedrooms for when he came to stay, with
trains all over the wall. Daniel Davenport had a thing for steam trains and was
determined to make Oliver ditch the “unmanly teddy bear” in favour of a
locomotive, with Dan reminding him that Oliver was only a baby still, his love
for teddies wasn’t indicative of any lack of masculinity when he grew up. ‘He’s
the love of my life,’ I sighed happily.

‘He’s besotted with you, the way he looked at you
today and was all take charge? I want me a man like that, though obviously not
yours. I prefer blondes, something about a blonde guy that just gets me all … ugh,
you know what I’m saying?’

‘I hear you,’ I replied as I high fived her. ‘For
me it’s dark haired Dan all the way. No one else even registers.’

‘Babe,’ slurred Brooke, as Molly slaughtered one
of my favourite Paloma Faith tracks on stage.