Champagne Showers (32 page)

Nothing.

“HELLO! Listen, you had better take me off your call list.”

Then I hear someone snicker and the call drops.

A chill travels down my spine when it’s finally occurred to me that this is not a telemarketer. No, this is something far more sinister. I think this is linked to whoever is behind those pictures.

I look at the time and see that it is 3:40 PM. I’ve heard nothing from Harrison since this morning, except when he emailed back to thank me for the list that he forwarded to the detective. I debate on whether I should call Harrison or inform Detective Burke of the calls. I’m sure the detective would be interested in my suspicion that the two are linked. As fate would have it, my phone buzzes and it’s a new text from Harrison.

3:41 PM

Harrison Towers

Counting down the minutes until I am back inside you.

Holy shit! That is way beyond hot! There goes my automatic response system getting moist again.

3:42 PM

Me

And when will that be Mr. Towers?

3:43 PM

Harrison Towers

How about now?

Startled, I turn and see him standing in the window to my little space. He smiles and waves at me. Oh my goodness, that marvelous specimen of a man is here for me and he wants to get inside me.

I practically jump up from my seat and rush toward the door to greet him. He flashes me one of his megawatt smiles and walks through the door. In one swift movement, he has me in a full body embrace and I can feel his body responding to the closeness of mine. He’s hard and ready for business. I look up into his eyes and we lock wanton gazes. His eyes are shining as if with liquid luster and I can hardly breathe. When he looks at me like that, it feels like he’s looking into my soul.

“I need you, Harrison,” I utter breathlessly.

He reaches down to my crotch and he lets out a small gasp, “I believe you do. Shall I service you here?” He glances around the room with a smirk. “Or shall we take advantage of your condo around the corner?”

I would like to tell him to take me right here, right now, but I now know better than to be so careless as to get it on in space with no privacy or shades. “Let’s go.” I grab my purse, phone and keys, and then grab his hand. He follows me out, but grabs my keys and locks the door for me, then I point to the alarm and he pushes the remote button.

We barely say a word to each other as we walk briskly to my condo. The anticipation is building in my loins. In just a few short minutes, I will have his cock buried in my “P”. I’m so turned on that my loins actually ache with the need. I need Harrison. I need him. I glance up at him and turn crimson when I see that he’s looking at me and appears to be amused at something. I can barely utter, “What?” He always seems to take the air out of my lungs, rendering me perpetually breathless. I find that my thoughts are consumed by what he’s done to awaken my inner sex kitten. I had never thought of myself as a sexual being, but he brings that out in me in ways that Bradley never did. Even when I thought our sex was good, it really hadn’t been. Bradley was an immature and selfish lover and Harrison is a real man. The more I cum, the more turned on he seems to be.

I shake myself from my thoughts and take note that Harrison has taken me by the hand. It’s a very romantic gesture, however small it may be. We reach the lobby in no time and give Frank a brief but friendly hello. He stammers a bit and gives Harrison a bow. I giggle a little under my breath. It’s not like he’s the King of Monaco. On second thought, Harrison is certainly the lord of my loins. I giggle to myself again at that and Harrison shoots me a questioning look, then he smirks himself. He must have had the same thought about poor Frank. What would possess Frank to bow!?

We reach the tenth floor and we walk down the hall to my condo. I let us in and it occurs to me that I haven’t been here since the police were here. The place smells a little closed up, so I open a window a little and let in a breeze. He walks around, sizing the place up. I set my things down on the granite countertop, open the refrigerator and pull out a bottle of Griggio. It isn’t from Harrison’s vineyard, because I haven’t had time to pick some up, but this is a good one. I take out a couple glasses and begin to pour the wine. Harrison comes up behind me, pulls me away from the counter and says, “Later.” He takes my hand and leads me to my bedroom. Oh my goodness! He’s so smooth and I am so turned on.

He slowly peels my jacket off me, followed by the white t-shirt. He then works on my jeans as I step out of my shoes. I’m standing there in my matching white lace panties and bra set from this morning. He moans, and sets to working on removing my bra and then panties. I’m standing there fully naked in all my glory. He licks his lips, and my lower lips start to throb. I’m so wet, I can just feel it. He reaches his hand between my legs as if he’s read my thoughts and wants to confirm it. He then shoves two fingers into my “P” and moves them around. I feel weak in the knees. He then removes his fingers and shoves them into his mouth. “You taste so sweet and ready for me, Danielle.” He reaches over to me and pulls me into him so that I can feel the strength of his taut muscles, and the firmness of his cock pressed against me.

I reach down to his slacks and pull the zipper down. He gasps as I pull his cock out and begin stroking it with a firm hand. I squeeze it sensually as I stroke. He pushes me over to the bed, as he does so I continue to stroke him faster and faster. He moans louder. He has me backed up against the bed and then he turns me around and pushes me onto the plush white duvet cover face first onto the bed. He pulls me up by my midsection so that I’m now on all fours.  I hear the sounds of fabric rustling and I look over my shoulder to see that he’s now removed his jacket and shirt but his trousers are still hugging his hips with his fly open and his impressive erection peeking out. He puts his hand at the base of my neck and then I hear and feel a loud SLAP! Followed by a hot stinging on my butt. Then again and again. He rubs his hand in a circular motion over the hot stinging parts.

“Oh, Harrison,” I moan loudly.

He takes this as encouragement and does it again. This time, between smacks, he inserts his cock in my “P” and moves it in and out and in circular motions to match the movement of his hand. He stops moving his hips and keeps his cock still at every smack on my cheeks, then moves it again, in out and around. The pain and pleasure principal is not lost on me. I’m so turned on that I take one of my hands and start rubbing my own clit while he’s torturing me. It hurts, but feels good and just when the pleasure mounts, he spanks me again.

“Do you like this?” He spanks me again and then moves his hips in circles.

I can barely breathe out a, “Yes.”

“Good. Now brace yourself.”

And with that, he starts pounding me from behind, slapping against my crotch with his balls and gently pulling my hair. He continues to move his cock in and out of me with a force and speed that sends me into an early explosion of desire. He ignores that I cum and continues at this rapid pulsating pace. He reaches one of his hands toward my front and goes to town on my clit, rubbing it firmly. Suddenly, he slows to almost a complete stop. He slowly moves his cock in and out of me so I can feel every last inch of his length pulsing in and out, in and out. My breathing matches his, ragged and sporadic. He then pulls his cock out and I feel his mouth on my raw exposed and engorged flesh. He’s fucked me raw and I want more. His searching tongue feels so amazing on my tender “P”. He traces his tongue along the entrance of my “P”, slowly inserts it, and then he slowly pulls it back out. He then traces the entrance again. He moves his way to my clit, sucks on it and caresses it with his tongue before he nibbles on it lightly. I’m clawing at the bedding and I feel that my body is ready for another release. “You are so wet for me!” He buries his face into my “P” and I’m about to collapse onto the bed. I feel a violent explosion in my loins and it keeps coming. He flips me over and takes my face in his hands. I open my eyes just as another wave of passion comes over me and I look into his limpid pools of desire. At that moment, it becomes clear to me. Harrison is mine for the taking. At least physically.

After my revelation, I want nothing more than to make this man cum harder than he ever has in his life. I want to be at the helm of his desire. I push him down onto his back and turn so my back is to him. I then straddle his hips and lower onto his full length; we are now pelvis-to-pelvis. As I start to move, he groans. I’m in a squatting position over his body, which allows me the best leverage. I then begin MY assault on his body. I move my hips and grind on him. His breathing has become raspy and loud. His hands rest on my hips, helping to guide me up and down on his shaft. He then stops me, “I’m about to cum, Danielle. I want you facing me.” I feel the anticipation building in me again. I slowly and carefully spin myself around on his cock so that I face him. We lock eyes. He takes each of my hands in his and we lace fingers together, making us even more intertwined. Using our locked hands as support, I begin moving in a slow rhythm, increasing the speed slowly. As I pick up the speed, Harrison’s hips move with mine. I keep grinding myself on his shaft and take him deeper each time I come back down the full length. I pull up to where the bulging tip teases the entrance to my hole and then I allow my body to slam down onto his cock with full force and a slap of bodies becoming one. With that, Harrison yells out one, “Oh, Danielle!” after another. I feel his cock cumming and cumming, his seed shooting up into me and the pulsing of my own muscles accepts his release and matches with its own. I finally collapse on his chest in full exhaustion with his cock still throbbing inside me. I lie there listening to his heart beating rapidly and his still sporadic and raspy breathing. I savor the moment. He strokes my hair. I can feel his heart slowing and his breathing returning to normal. His cock has returned to its normal length, but I remain laying on Harrison, feeling his warm body melding with mine. Reluctantly, I roll off him and lay next to him on top of the covers.

He rolls onto his side to face me. His bright blue eyes look into mine. He smiles at me and reaches a hand over to stroke my face. He cups my chin and kisses me passionately.

Sitting at my desk staring at my computer screen my mind wanders to the last three days. I’m glad that the weekend has finally arrived. It’s been a long week as Harrison has been spending a lot of time dealing with the sale of his building. Garrin, Philippe’s son, has been handling the police investigation.

I’m constantly looking over my shoulder. I find myself very jumpy and on edge. I’ve just received another of those unknown phone calls. I haven’t had much time with Harrison over the last few days, which is why I seem to keep forgetting to tell him about them.  We never seem to do much in the way of talking when we’re together. It’s been a constant exploration of each other’s bodies and blatant lust for each other.  Just the very thought of his hands on my body raises the blood to my face and the room all of the sudden feels very warm and almost spins.

I get up and step outside for a breath of fresh air. I can feel a change in the air; fall is looming. It happens to be a favorite time of year for me, so I’m looking forward to falling leaves and cooler temperatures.  Leaning up against the glass door of my suite, I enjoy watching the world go by. The hustle and bustle of the Pearl District is exhilarating. I close my eyes, stretch my arms and take a deep cleansing breath. When I open my eyes, I’m startled to see that Bradley is standing right in front of me. Gasp. Even though we’re so over and there isn’t a chance in hell of us getting back together, he’s still one handsome man to look at. He is smiling at me with that twinkle in his eye that I haven’t seen since before we got married. Hmmm, wonder what he wants. He used to get that look when he wanted something.

“Hi.” He advances forward and gives me a seriously awkward hug.

“Well, hi to you.” I gently push away. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

Well, not really, I think to myself, I’m just being nice.

“I just got back into town from Boise and thought I would see if my ex-wife would like to join me for happy hour?”

I can’t have drinks with my ex-husband, can I? He tilts his to the side and gives me a questioning look.

“Well, I don’t know, Bradley, I have work to finish and Harrison is picking me up soon.”

He stands up straight and looks awfully hurt.

“Aww c’mon Dani; it’s just a quick drink. Please?”

I look up and down the street and then look back and lock eyes with Bradley. I see something brewing below the surface and I can’t tell what it is. Something tells me I should say no and go back inside to finish my work. But instead, I fold. I never could resist that puppy dog face he’s giving me.

“Fine, I have about 45 minutes and then I need to be back here. So one drink and I leave. Got it?”

He gives me his big kid-like grin, “Got it, Dani.”

“Hang on, I need to grab my bag and lock up.” I grab my phone, keys and bag and then lock up.

Once back out on the street, we go by foot to the bar. We end up at a quaint little place called Davis Street Bar and Grill. It’s a dark little corner bar that has oiled wood floors, dark green walls and exposed beam ceilings. We find a seat at a little table in the window. I order a Blueberry Smash Up Martini and Bradley orders a local micro brewed beer. He laughs as the waitress walks away.