Lex (Unconventional Hearts) (48 page)

“I’m almost in. You’re doing so well,
Angel.”

“It feels unbelievable.” I pant, my hands
gripping the backs of my thighs, opening myself up for him.

“I know, sweetheart, I’m going to make it
even better, stay with me. Don’t succumb yet, not until I get you
worked in. Look at me.”

I tilt my head up and see the smile on his
face. Holding me hostage with his eyes, I lose myself in the abyss
of his powerful all-consuming soul, as it locks onto mine.

Gliding in the rest of the way, his thickness
bottoms out inside of me.

“You okay? Does it hurt tonight?”

I shake my head. “No, it feels so good. No
pain at all.” I reassure him with a lazy smile.

“Angel, when you came earlier did you
ejaculate?”

“I had an orgasm.”

“Yes, sweetheart I know, but did you
release?”

“No.”

“This isn’t going to take long then. You’re
so damn tight. Fuck. I’m going to tip you over that edge, Angel. Do
you want me to push you over? Do you want that?”

“Yes, make me come, Gage, make love to me.” I
whimper, and he leans over taking my mouth in a deep kiss, swirling
his tongue with mine he thrusts into me, long, hard, body rocking
thrusts, hammering deep. Plowing into that sweet button over and
over, I fall into euphoria, his mouth tangled with mine. I’m lost
in sensations of climatic proportions.

“That’s it, Angel, let go.” Driving into me,
I heave out breaths, his forehead resting on mine. Gage’s hands
hold my hips, pounding into me fast and hard.

“I’m…” He plunges his tongue into my mouth,
wickedly capturing it, owning it, making love to it, as skillfully
as he is my body.

My sac tightens and I feel him tense too. We
are both close.

Retracting his tongue he whispers, his lips
brushing mine. “I know you’re ready. I need you to come, now. I’m
going to go.”

Grabbing ahold of my lady, he starts to
rapidly fist her up and down.

“I’m…I’m…”

“Come.” He orders and I let go. Covering my
mouth with my hand, I scream, shattering into a million pieces.
Come erupts out of lady, pulse after pulse landing on my stomach. A
deep chest growl bellows out of Gage as his face contorts and turns
red. Jerking into me, he releases his hot seed.

Maybe a minute passes and we are both still
watching each other, coming down from an incredible high.

“Don’t clean me up.” I’m the first to speak
and he laughs.

“Awe, why not? You didn’t like me cleaning
you up last night?”

“I did, but I want us both to take a bath
together and then go to sleep. We both have to work tomorrow.”

Pulling out of me, he helps me off the
counter and we both dip into the bathtub together.

“You do know I don’t take baths.”

“You do know that we will stand up and shower
here in a moment.” I tease.

“Okay, you know something else?”

“What?”

“I love you, more and more each day we’re
together.”

I blush. How did I get a man so dang
sweet?

“You want to know something too?”

“Yeah?”

“I feel the same way.”

Washing each other and eventually showering
off after the tub turns ice cold, we hop out. He slides on a pair
of pj bottoms and I wear an ivory silk nightgown. Both of us find
our own sides of the bed and slip under the soft covers. Scooching
over to my side, he spoons me, draping his arm over my side, his
hand resting on stomach.

Kissing my hair, he whispers, “Goodnight, my
Angel.”

“Goodnight, my Suit Master.”

I close my eyes, and relish in the safe
feeling of having the man I love, holding me in his arms.

Chapter Thirty

Thursday

Gage:
How was the doctor’s
appointment?

Me:
Went well, says Roni is about eight
weeks pregnant. Healthy. Single baby. Worried because she’s gained
like ten pounds already. Lol. I told her it was all the candy bars
she keeps eating.

Gage:
I know. I thought when you asked me
to drop off five Kit-Kats yesterday you were kidding. How are you
doing? Sore?

Me:
No Gage, I’m fine.

Gage:
You’re sure? I didn’t mean to
well…you know.

Me:
Hurt me?

Gage:
See… I knew it, you are hurt. I’m
coming over.

Me:
No, you’re not, honey. I’m fine. We
just got back to the office. Daniel and I have lots of work to do.
And don’t you have an entire day of secretary interviews to
do?

Gage
: No. I have six left and I can cancel
them all if I have to. I’m sorry, Angel.

Me:
Stop being sorry and hire a new
secretary. I would like to see my boyfriend more than once this
week. Should have thought about firing Megan, after you had
somebody else lined up.

Gage:
I know I should have, but she pissed
me off. I love you. I miss you.

Me:
I love and miss you too. I’m starting
to forget what you look like.

Gage: Picture message:
This is just for
you, he misses you too.
(Picture of his penis)

Me:
Stop tempting me, I need to heal up a
bit. Damn he’s sexy. Not as sexy as his owner though. Sorry honey,
I love him. But I happen to like the man he’s attached to more.
Don’t know why.

Gage:
It’s the big dick. That’s
why.

Me:
No, it’s not. I thought you were hot
before I ever saw him.

Gage:
Oh really? Care to
elaborate?

Me:
Real quick… then I have a meeting with
Donald today. Ick.

Gage:
If he flirts, I’m coming to kill
him.

Me:
Then you better come because he’s
going to flirt. Already got a dozen roses from him this
morning.

Gage:
Are they prettier than then ones I
sent?

Me:
Are any flowers EVER prettier than the
giant elaborate drop-dead gorgeous ones you ALWAYS send? I love
you.

Gage
: I love you way more. And I have to
send flowers that are up to par, with how astonishing the recipient
is… There is only one real deprivation…and that is not to be able
to give one’s gifts to those one loves most.

Me:
My Suit Master. You’re so
romantic.

Gage:
I know, Angel. Now tell me about how
hot you think I am.

Me
: Great…go and ruin it, why don’t cha?
Lol… Fine. I’m giving in only to make you happy.

Gage:
I’m already happier than most
men…but I still want to know.

Me:
The day you walked in the bar when I
was out with Corey. I was turned on looking at you and smelling
you. I thought you were hotter than any GQ model than I’ve ever
seen.

Gage:
Any?

Me:
That’s what I said. Any. Plus, you
dress impeccably well. What suit are you wearing today?

Gage:
Just my black Armani double
breasted…with a black and pink geometric tie somebody had
anonymously delivered to my apartment on Tuesday. Along with these
new quartz cufflinks that were also in the box. I pared it all with
my black alligator shoes.

Me:
See…you are super-hot! I’m glad you
are wearing your gifts
.

Gage:
I love them. These are my new
favorite cufflinks.

Me:
I’m glad. Now go find yourself an
older, married, and less appealing secretary. I want to see my
boyfriend sometime in the next decade, other than a Wednesday
nooner in my office.

Gage:
She could be a supermodel and I
wouldn’t notice. I’ll find one. I love you and again I’m sorry for
yesterday. Date tomorrow night?

Me:
Yes, please. And I love you too. See
you then, have a great day, text you tonight.

Dropping my phone into my top desk drawer, I
glance up and once again, my eyes immediately zone in on the
massive tropical flower arrangement on my desk. Gage had them and a
big box of chocolates delivered this morning.

“Boss, ten minutes till your meeting.” Daniel
says over the intercom.

“Okay, thank you Daniel, I’ll be out in
eight.” I reply.

“Do you want me to have tea and your
briefcase ready?”

“Yes, please.”

The intercom clicks off and I relax in my
office chair. I have to meet with Donald today. Not my finest
career moment. I haven’t seen him since the day we finalized the
lawsuit. I’m not looking forward to it, to say the least.

Anyhow, let’s catch you up to speed with my
week. It’s been a long one. As I’m sure, you’ve already realized
Gage and I are in a relationship. A happy and carefree one for the
most part and I love it immensely. Sunday, Gage and Emma stayed the
night at my house; we had breakfast the next morning before Gage
took Emma to school. I came into work to another week of late
nights and last minute order changes. It’s one of those hundred
mile and hour weeks. I barely get a chance to breathe.

Tuesday, nothing is different than a few
texts from Gage and work, although I did order him a tie and
cufflinks for him. Wednesday, is why he is worried about me. At
lunchtime, I had a tall, handsome, and romantic visitor drop by on
his lunch hour, with lunch for both of us. What ended up happening
though wasn’t something I ever thought about, much less prepared
for.

Gage walked into my office yesterday, dropped
the lunch sack on the leather guest chair. Coming around the side
of my desk, I stood, hugged then kissed him. That was the mistake,
kissing him. As soon as our lips locked, they didn’t leave each
other for another half an hour. One second it’s some innocent
lunch. The next Gage has me on my desk, legs on his shoulders, my
black dress hiked up and he’s rips my panties off. Using lady’s
pre-come and saliva on his rod and my entrance for lube, we got
lost in one another. Making love right on my desk, hot, passionate,
grunting, fast, pounding, hard, sweaty, and in the end blissfully
shattering. I came so hard I screamed, and I didn’t hold back. I
wouldn’t be surprised if my Gustav Klimt paintings didn’t shake
during my climaxing pleasure cry. Apparently, I’m a screamer. Who
knew? I had no idea, not until Gage. He brings it out in me.

So, after our orgasms he looks down to clean
himself off with some tissues, that I always have sitting on my
desk and we find out I’m bleeding. It didn’t hurt when we were in
the middle of our lust-filled moment. Afterward though I was sore,
painfully didn’t-want-to-sit-down kind of sore. He felt terrible
and I ended up standing for most of the day. It hurt too much to
sit down and I couldn’t go home to rest like I wanted. Now he’s
texted me repeatedly to make sure I’m all right. Last night Gage
had dialysis, and that didn’t stop him from texting me through the
entire thing. I was still at work finishing up a file on a lip care
product that we’ve never experimented with before. Then last night
after I got home he called me; we talked until two in the morning.
I was exhausted, but I love to hear his voice. Found out about the
Megan incident from this past weekend and that he’d fired her, as
much as it might make me sound like a bitch, I’m glad she’s gone. I
don’t like the thought of a woman who throws herself at my man,
working within arm’s length of him.

Today is Thursday and I rode with Roni to her
first baby doctor’s appointment. I’ve never been to a gynecologist.
That was an interesting experience, especially when the doctor
asked me if I was one of their patients. And if I wasn’t, they were
accepting new ones and would love to have me come aboard.
Yeah…
not
going to happen. Didn’t have the heart to tell the
doctor that what’s between my legs doesn’t qualify me to see a
gyno.

The internal ultrasound they performed on
Roni was kind of cool. I got to view the little peanut in her
belly. Bob couldn’t make it to the appointment because he’s out of
town for two days, picking up some kind of car, or part, something
in another state. It’s work related, that’s all I really know.

We ended up being best friend’s baby day, I
had fun. Now I’m back at work. I can’t wait until the weekend. I
need a break already. This workweek is kicking my butt.

“Well Lex…”

I cut the flirtatious bastard off. “It’s
Ms. Keagan
.”

“Right…sorry. Ms. Keagan, I’m sure we can
discuss the finalizations of this new Saks project over dinner? Say
tonight?”

Not on your life, buddy. I’ve been sitting in
this meeting for a half an hour and have yet to get a single thing
accomplished. Donald can’t take the hint that fraternizing outside
of work or inside of work is never going to happen. I hate holier
than thou egotistical men who think women, such as myself, should
be groveling at their feet, begging them to be their mistress.
Pluh-ease! I wouldn’t be with a married man, or beg, even if I was
desperate. Which I’ve never been.