Aris: A Sexy Romance Novel (Thief of Hearts Series Book 1) (9 page)

Her body moved ever so slightly against his from the firmness of Aris’s touch on her back or shoulders.  He probably thought he was being nice.  How sexual can a back rub be, right?  She was getting turned on.  His hands were smooth against her night gown.  They were hot from the work they were doing across her back.  Every breath she took, he was all she could smell.  She became aware that there wasn’t anything she could sense but Aris and his effect on her. 

Her hands began to trace the lines of his chest.  She drew vague little patterns on his skin before she put her palm down flat as if erasing them.  Her fingernail traced around his nipple impeding her view of the moon on the bay.  Aris’s breath caught, his hands froze in their motions pushing down on her until the ripple of electricity passed through him.  Something inside her whispered wicked thoughts.  She turned her head brushing her lips against his chest.  Aris’s breathing was unchanged but she could hear him swallow hard.  In the darkness she pushed up to all fours, sliding her knee up under her until it brushed against his sac.  She lifted her other knee over his hips half straddling him.  She let her elbows bend as she brushed her lips over his hot chest again, teasing him with her tongue.  Aris’s hands slid down to her forearms where his hands continued caressing her arms. 

He wasn’t pushing on her, nor trying to tell her what he wanted her to do.  She found that easiness about him wildly sexy.  She kissed his chest noticing the little twitches and jumps as she caught him off guard in the dark.  Her tongue followed the contours of his washboard before she kissed her way back to his neck.  His breath caught in his throat, but he lifted his chin for her.  She bit his neck, delicately at first, then harder as she realized she liked it. 

Aris’s breathing was getting ragged.  Little bits of excitement seared his skin where her tongue touched him.  He moved his hands up her arms tracing the line of her collarbone with his fingers.  His hands squeezed at her shoulders as if he meant to begin massaging her shoulders again.  She ran her left hand down her left thigh turning her hand to cup his balls as she came to her knee.  Aris’s body jumped.  He sucked in air, moaning quietly, but continued to lay still for her, letting her do what she wanted to.   His hands fell to either side of his body.  She applied pressure with her hand, grasping his balls more firmly.  Aris groaned in the darkness.  She could hear him trying to control his panting.  With the palm of her hand she pushed down against his shorts as her hand traced it’s way up his burgeoning cock.  She could feel the tremors running up Aris’s stomach as his body contracted hard.  He was openly panting now but otherwise lay still. 

Saoirse’s center began to twitch and throb.  Sitting her weight up on her hips, she ran her hands down her thighs to Aris’s body.  His skin was hot.  Her fingers ran their way under the waistline of his shorts.  Coming back to center she popped the button open unzipping them.   The head of his cock was already sticking out of the underwear riding across his hips.  She ran her fingers over it, playing with the few drops of moisture on the tip.  Aris groaned, as his cock twitched under her fingers.  She could feel him gripping the couch cushion beside her hand.   She bent her head down to his stomach letting her tongue trace each one of the grooves of his washboard again.  She let her kisses wander their way down to his hips again.  Pushing his underwear farther down, she bit his hip.  Aris nearly sat bolt upright, his muscles yanking hard on his body.  Panting, he gripping the couch cushions harder while she stripped him of the rest of his clothes, dropping them somewhere on the floor.  Using his shins as her starting guide, her hands ran up his legs to the insides of his thighs, to the center of his hips.  She could feel his back arch as he trembled beneath her. 

Her stomach rolled a little as her clit began to swell with desire.  She straddled his naked cock.   Leaning forward, her sex barely grazed his erect shaft as she nipped at his stomach making him shake.  His skin was moist. He was panting hard. 

This woman was going to be the death of him.  He wasn’t sure how much longer he could lay still for her.  His cock throbbed, aching to be inside her.  He wanted to know every inch of her body.  He wanted to bury himself deep inside her.  He longed to be so deep inside her the base of his cock would feel her wetness.  He wanted to run his hands the length of her sweet ass.  He wanted to taste her body, but he didn’t dare release his death grip on the cushions beside him, she needed know he was okay with her having control.

Slowly, Saoirse shifted her attention to his cock again.  She took the full length of his shaft in her hand, squeezing as she lifted it.  Aris groaned in between pants, shifting his hips.  She liked the noise he was making while she stood him up as she lowered herself on him.  Aris jerked, as his back arched,  growling from the shock, she was so tight.  So hot.  So wet.  He’d waited years dreaming one day he would feel this.  He wanted this so badly with her.  Every muscle in his body ached trying to stay still, letting her do exactly what she wanted. 

She sat still for a minute breathing deep.  Ripples of tingling energy ran up her body.  He was big, every part of her felt him at once, but she liked the way he filled her.  She let her back arch tilting her hips forward.  Her clit brushed against his soft mound of hair, pulling her stomach tight, her hips began rubbing her bundle against him. 

She pulled his hands up off the cushions.  He expected her to put them on her hips so he could take the motion for her, instead she ran them up her stomach until they cupped her breasts.  Aris moaned in pure pleasure.  He teased her nipples between his thumb and forefinger as his hands kneaded her tits.   Her nipples grew hard as her hips rocked harder.  He ran his hands up and down her body rolling them around the smooth globes of her tits. 

She reached out for his shoulders pulling him up against her.  Aris leaned into her breasts leaving hot kisses on her where he could reach her.  His tongue played with her nipples flicking and licking over them as she continued riding him.  She moaned softly.

“Saoirse, slow down.  I won’t last for you this way.” he whispered to her in the darkness.

She didn’t respond to what he’d said, instead she was panting.  Each forward rock of her hips made her squeeze him tighter.  He slid his hand in between her legs letting his fingers wander through her wet folds before he began teasing her clit.  She groaned as his fingers rolled over the engorged nub.  She tightened harder on his shaft making it difficult for him to wait for her.  As he grew closer he put more pressure on her clit, pinching it gently, rolling it between his fingers.  She moaned deeply as her panting grew faster.  He was almost there but he didn’t want to leave her disappointed.  He pushed her body close to him teasing her nipples with his teeth as he pinched her clit under his thumb.  Saoirse gasped.  Her body stopped rocking as she clenched down hard on his cock.  Her body jerked as the orgasm ripped through her taking Aris with it.

Aris lay back on the couch.  He grabbed his shirt from the floor, toweling his chest off with it, before dropping it back on the floor.  Saoirse’s elbows were locked out as she tried to catch her breath.  His hands pushed easily on the insides of her arms lowering her to him. 

She collapsed on his chest without saying a word.  Aris wrapped both arms around her.  Her heart was still racing but her breathing was slowing down.  He smiled in the darkness as he kissed the crown of her head.  It wasn’t everything he’d dreamt it would be, he’d dreamt of showing her every pleasurable position there was.  It hadn’t happened tonight, but it was a start he was thrilled to have.  He brushed his fingers lightly through her hair.  He hoped she liked it, hoped she’d want to do it again.

Saoirse curled tighter into him.   She was half asleep, vaguely aware of being cold, though Aris was warm underneath her.  He was saying something as he rolled her sideways between himself and the back of the couch.  It was warmer, but not exactly comfortable.  Suddenly, her body was in the air.  She woke up with a start, throwing her arms around Aris’s neck.

“I have you.  You’re safe.” 

Aris was carrying her up the stairs.  He pushed the door open to her room with his hip. He knelt on the bed lowering her down to the sheets.  She yawned.  Aris dropped down on the bed beside her curling her back up in his arms.  She snuggled into the warmth of his body.  She might have been half asleep, or half awake, but either way she was willingly up next to him.  Aris settled his arms around her drifting off to sleep.

Chapter 7

“What time do you want to go to Martin’s office this morning?” 

It wasn’t really the way Aris wanted to spend the day wi
th her, but he’d spend it any where with her.  He said a silent prayer that whatever mood had a hold of her last night kept it’s grip today.

“I don’t know.  What time is it?” she was still sleepy.

“I have no idea.” he spooned against her a little closer, dozing lightly with his arms wrapped around her.

He woke a little while later to her getting out of bed.  He let her slide out of his arms as if he were still dozing.  The last thing he wanted to do today was make her angry again.  She shuffled toward the bathroom in a sleepy daze.  His cock jumped to attention as he watched her hips and cheeks move.  It was killing him, but it was a death he was willing to endure everyday for the rest of his life.  Once she was in the bathroom he rolled out of the bed heading down the hall to his own shower.  He could smell Mata busy in the kitchen.

He was showered and dressed before she got downstairs. 

“Breakfast?”  he really just wanted to take her back to bed, but the look on her face told him she was all business this morning.

She sat down on the second to last step, “I don’t do breakfast.  Just coffee.”

Mata came through just in time,  “Saoirse!  Come, you eat.” she waved with her hand beckoning the younger woman into the kitchen.

“Oh, uh, no, Mata.  I have to get to Martin’s office this morning.”  Saoirse looked up from tying her tennis shoe.

Mata came back out into the hallway, “You come. You eat.” she was wearing her biggest smile.

Aris didn’t want to be seen as an instigator so he wandered out into the outdoor room pretending to be looking for something.

Seers hesitated for a minute.  She didn’t want to offend the old dear. 

“I’m coming.” she took one last glance at Aris in the other room before she followed Mata into the kitchen.

Mata set a bowl up on the counter for her as she came in.  There were bits of fruit in it with some of the nuts she bought from the market, broken up, and rice.  Mata poured some sort of yellowish orange syrup on it.  Saoirse could just see that stuff sticking to her hips for the next month. 

Aris wandered into the kitchen after she had started picking at the fruit in the bowl.  Mata turned around handing a piece of toast and cheese to Aris.  He smiled taking it from her hand, winking at her when Saoirse wasn’t looking.

“Mata, what’s this stuff?” she held up her spoon with some of the syrup stuff in it. 

Mata was eating cheese and put her hand over her mouth.

“What is it Aris?” 

Aris shrugged his shoulders.  She put the spoon up to his lips for him to taste it.  Last night had been more than he could have hoped for at this point, heavenly besides, and now she was feeding him.  His heart skipped a few more beats.

“Um, guava nectar I think.”  he tried to sound like it was no big deal, but his heart was racing in his chest again.  He walked around the counter in the kitchen to the briki that sat on the oven top.  “Coffee?” Aris began pouring the fine grind into the copper vessel with a couple of teaspoons of sugar.

“You know that stuff’s good for a quick hit, but you can’t make a three cup mug with it and nurse it through the morning.”

“So, I need to stop by the shops to pickup a coffee maker?”  Aris was watching the dark brown mixture boil up for the second time.

“No, not at all.  I’m only going to be here for a little while.  It might be interesting to see how much more effective caffeine is when I get back if I haven’t been on it for awhile.”

Aris tried not to let the pain show on his face.  Mata was getting demitasse cups down for him.  She looked at him giving him a momentary frown that he knew meant not to be too worried about Saoirse saying she wasn’t staying.

“Let me know when you’re ready to leave for the office.” 

“Mmm.  Now’s good.” she pushed the remainder of her breakfast in his hands heading for the door.  “I just need my laptop and bag.”

The ferry ride over to the other island took less than 20 minutes.  Most all of the organization’s business buildings were on this island.  Martin’s office wasn’t extravagant but it was nicer than hers.  His had the same one wall view hers did, but his was of the ocean, and his windows opened.

“So.  What’s a paralegal supposed to be doing right about now?”  Aris glanced around the office like he had no idea what the place was.

“Start by finding his open matter files.  I don’t see any boxes on his desk but they have to be here somewhere.”

“Open matters.  You mean what he was working on before he left?”

“Yeah.  The stuff you wanted Denise, who is busy playing hooky, and me to look at.”

Aris nodded his head walking out of the office.  She sat down setting up her laptop.  He came back through the doors a minute or two later with an armful of legal size folders.

“That was fast.”

“Jerith gathered everything up when he left figuring whoever came in would want all the unresolved stuff in one place.”

“Oh.”  she opened the top file.  “Ilch.”  Saoirse screwed up her face at the state of the file.  “Where did you get this guy from?”

“Martin was part of a very successful practice before he agreed to come to work for us.”

“Successful is a relative term.  His ability to keep files was crap.  Okay, here’s where we’re going to start with this mess.  Staple about a dozen sheets of note pad paper inside the left side of each one of these folders.  I’ll get Denise to type out my notes later.”

It was a rough morning.  Saoirse had thrown no less than half a dozen folders either on the floor or across the office.

“Where did you find this ink scratching monkey?  No wonder he ran off.  I’d flee too if I wrote this pig latin crap excuse for contracts!  I’ve seen more competent tracts out of vending machines!” she dropped back down in the chair behind rubbing her head.  “Jerith’s your financial guy.  Didn’t he notice anything wrong with a ten percent ROI?  Angel investors easily get double that or more for short term loans.  Who’s watching this stuff?”

“Ten percent is fine.  That’s part of our usual terms.”

“What?  How do you expect to make any money that way?  No wonder you guys had to become master criminals.”

“We might be considered venture capital, but we’re in each business for the long term.  We don’t need to pillage businesses.  All we need is a little bit from all of them, so everyone is prosperous.  As you said, we still have our ‘day jobs’.  It’s not like we have to have the cash right now.”

“Ten percent?  Yeah, that’s damned skinny.  You also don’t have any of the proper clauses in here to renegotiate terms, or protect your interests, if the business goes belly up.  There’s nothing in here that protects your interests if the company goes public.”  she rubbed the bridge of her nose with her fingers.  “That flaming idiot left your butts out in the breeze.  That’s why you still need your ‘day jobs’.” she said it with contempt for the phrase.

“So why don’t we leave this until your normal paralegal is available?” 

“Denise is going to have a conniption when she sees this mess.”

“How about Japanese for lunch?” 

“You guys have one on the islands?”

“No, but I do know an actual Japanese family that runs a restaurant.”

Saoirse sat up in the chair waving her hand shooing Aris off the desk.  “What is this?  My staff trying to pick me up?  That’s sexual harassment.”

“You better fire me now.  I don’t think it’s going to get any better.” 

She thought about it for a minute then closed down her laptop.  “Alright but this place better be good.”

She followed Aris out of the building to a waiting car.  Instead of being taken toward the ferry, they drove further into the interior of the island to a small air strip.  Aris took her hand helping her out of the car.  The small private jet was already prepped for take off, it was just waiting for them.

“I thought you said we were going for Japanese?”

“We are.”

“In a jet?  Where are we going, Japan?”

“No, it’s too much traffic getting in and out for lunch.  Darwin is faster.”  Aris smiled at her as he settled back in the seat beside her.

“Darwin?  As in Australia?”

Aris nodded.  “Should be about an hour or so.  The guys have to keep their hours up to maintain their pilot’s license.  They had to fly today anyway.  I just thought we’d hitch a ride.” 

The flight went faster than she had expected.  The limo waiting on the tarmac whisked them off to the restaurant in the middle of a business district.  From the outside, other than the sign, it was hard to distinguish it from all the other businesses on either side of it.

Aris opened the door for her as they went in.  The young lady waiting to seat people was polite and friendly until she saw Aris, she was clearly excited to see him.  She lead them to a quiet table even though the place was packed.  She spoke to Aris for a moment or two then disappeared. 

“Don’t tell me, let me guess, you have your own table and you speak fluent Japanese.”

“No, I don’t have my own table and I don’t speak fluent anything.  I just get along in different languages.”

“How many would that be?”

Aris wrinkled his nose, shrugging his shoulders, but didn’t answer.  He was saved by an elderly gentlemen coming to the table.  Aris introduced her before he chatted for several minutes with the old man.  Clearly the old man was happy to see him too.  The young girl brought tea to the table as well as sake and two cups.  The two men chatted until the girl returned with a large tray bearing their first course.