Taming Eric (25 page)

He shifted his hips under her, thrusting up gently. He needed to get up and remove the condom since his cock had finally softened for what felt like the first time in
hours.

“Why not?” She mumbled against him and he chuckled. His poor baby seemed very reluctant to move and he loved holding her close in his arms, but it wasn’t practical, they had to g
et up.

“Because I didn’t invite you to my home here just so we can do this all the time, as appealing as that idea is. I want to show you around, take you sightseeing, play the tourist baby and I can’t do that if we’re always like
this.”

Reluctantly she sat up and lifted herself off him, some of her juices from her pussy, dribbling down her thigh. Eric reached out and wiped it up with his finger, raising it to his lips where he licked it
clean.

He got up off the lounge to dispose of the condom and Natasha flopped back down on it, definitely not showing any interest in moving. When he got back from the bathroom, she was still lying sprawled out looking very sleepy. “Bed for you baby.” He said bending down to lift her into his
arms.

She tucked her face into his neck and with her cradled carefully against him, he carried her upstairs, set her on her feet with his arm around her while he pulled back the blankets before lowering her to the mattress. He covered her over with the blankets and walked around to the other side of the bed to climb in alongside of her, reaching out and pulling her body back agains
t his.

He smiled when he heard her contented sigh and she wriggled closer to him. He kissed her neck, tightening his grip around her. Gradually he felt her relax, her breathing even out and he knew that she was asleep. Only then did he close his eyes and allow his own fatigue to wash over him, drawing him down into a sound sleep wit
h her.

*     *
     *

The following morning after sleepy sex, showering together and breakfast, Natasha dressed in an emerald green sleeveless dress with a matching jacket and Eric couldn’t stop staring at her. She looked stunning, the dress hugging her slim body and adding even more depth to her beautiful blue green eyes. He watched her and wished he could drag her back to bed for the day rather than going out but he’d promised her he wouldn’t treat her like she was simply there as his play
thing.

He cursed under his breath over his endless burning lust for his PA. He was going to end up strangling his cock by the time they went home since the damned thing was forever being crushed half to death in his jeans with it nearly always being painfully
hard.

Once they were ready to leave Eric told her he’d go and bring the car around. He was looking forward to giving his baby a run since it didn’t get driven much with him not having a lot of free time to come to Tas
mania.

“Hello baby.” He whispered to his gleaming red Ferrari. He loved this car and he hoped Natasha would too. It was a fun car to drive on the winding country roads since it handled so well and could cover a lot of ground qu
ickly.

The smell of the leather hit him when he climbed in and he turned the key listening as the powerful engine roared to life. He was lucky that Tom kept an eye on his cars and started them occasionally since they largely sat around not being
used.

He drove the car around to the front where Natasha was waiting and climbed out to help her into it. When he looked over at her, she was eyeing it off with a huge grin on her face which turned into lau
ghter.

“What’s wrong baby?” He was concerned about her at first until it registered that she was laughing at his car. “What the fuck is so damned funny about my car?” He sn
apped.

He saw her trying to get herself under control. “I’m sorry Eric, but… but it’s just so cliché. Rich millionaire business man, Ferrari. Doesn’t every self respecting millionaire business man drive a red Ferrari?” She was trying to keep the amusement out of her voice. “That’s when he’s not been driven around everywhere in his limo of co
urse.”

Eric couldn’t help feeling pissed off at her attitude about his car. No one said anything bad about his baby. “I don’t give a shit how many millionaire business men drive red Ferraris, I don’t give a shit if it’s cliché, I happen to love my car and for your information many rich, millionaire business men drive Porsches or Lamborginis. The Ferrari is not the only car I have, but when I come to stay here I love taking this car out on the country roads. Now are you gonna keep insulting me and the car, or damned well get i
n it?”

Obviously she realised she’d pushed him too far because she reached up to cup his cheek. “It’s a beautiful car.” She kissed him which calmed him down a little, but not compl
etely.

“Don’t diss the car baby.” He kissed her hard on the lips before opening the door to help her into the passenger seat. He climbed into the driver’s seat and smiled when he saw Natasha trying to pull her dress down to a more modest length after it rode up getting into the low slun
g car.

They headed down the driveway and Eric grinned at the feeling driving his Ferrari gave him. Despite Natasha’s dig at his car, he loved it, the beauty and power of it which ate up the kilometres as they headed for their first
stop.

“Where are we g
oing?”

“Sheffield first baby. It’s known as the town of Murals. It’s a popular tourist town, I want you to se
e it.”

“I wish I had a camera. I wonder if I can get one in Sheffield? I can’t be down here and not take ph
otos.”

“We’ll have a look. One of the shops should have one baby. You have your mobile phone don’t you? You can take photos with
that.”

Once they got into Sheffield Natasha was occupied looking out the window at the town. “Oh Eric, look at the paintings, they’re beaut
iful.”

He was pleased she liked them. Most of the buildings in Sheffield had murals painted on them and the detail was amazing. It was like looking into some of them, but it was a painting. “Hang on baby, I’ll find us somewhere to park and we can take a look around, get you a camera if we
can.”

When they had parked he slipped on his sunglasses. It was unlikely anyone would recognise him, but he didn’t want the distractions. He took Natasha’s hand and they started walking down the main street of the town. He found a shop that had cameras and bought her one, despite her protests over him paying for it, but with a stern glare in her direction, she backed
down.

She started taking photos of everything, the excitement on her face making him smile. He even caught her taking his photo although he didn’t let on. They came up to a man who had an alpaca with a money belt around its neck. For $2 people could have their photo taken with the a
nimal.

Natasha turned to him. “Eric let me photograph you with the alpaca. Pl
ease.”

“Sure baby, just don’t put the photos on facebook, ok?” He
joked.

She laughed at him. “I don’t have a facebook account. I must be one of the extremely small percentage of people who don’t.” Eric couldn’t help his look of surprise. Everyone had facebook accounts these days. It was a form of advertising. Even Rothman Enterprises had a facebook
page.

She paid her $2 and took his photo but he wanted a photo of the two of them. If he was going to lose her, if she couldn’t love him as he loved her, he wanted something to remember their time together, even though if he was honest with himself, to look at a photo of them together, of a time that was so special to him, would hurt like hell if he lost her and the photo was all h
e had.

“Come get your photo taken with me
baby.”

She looked at him in surprise. “You don’t mind?” She seemed dou
btful.

“Why wou
ld I?”

“So you’re not worried I might sell it to the first gossip magazine I find? No one knows we’re here together Eric. I thought you might prefer that no one ever finds out about
that.”

She was right of course, that was how he’d felt, but not anymore. He was rapidly reaching the point where he didn’t give a fuck who saw them together. Damn but he was the boss of Rothman Enterprises and as the boss he could make the rules and bloody well break the
m too.

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “Well hell baby, if you’re gonna sell it to the gossip magazines, lets make it a good damned photo then and no one is going to know us down here anyway so don’t w
orry.”

He pulled a $50 note out of his wallet and put it in the alpaca’s money belt. The alpaca’s owner gave him a wide eyed look but Eric told him to keep the change and got the man to take their photo once he’d pulled Natasha into his arms, standing behind her with his arms wrapped around her. She curled her hands around his arms that were linked at her waist and he had to fight the urge to tighten his grip on her and never let h
er go.

They continued wandering around Sheffield and Eric was happy to indulge her and follow her around. Natasha bought herself some souvenirs and a few things for her Mother and he realised he was actually having a great time just seeing the town through her
eyes.

It was only when they were walking past a chemist and she stopped that he looked back at her to see what was wrong. She was standing staring nervously at the doors and he turned back to see what had her looking so tense. “What’s wrong baby?” Watching as she blushed. What the hell caused that rea
ction?

“Well, it’s going to be that time of the month soon. I don’t have anything with me. I thought I’d be home before I had to worry about that.” She wouldn’t meet his eyes and he was suddenly curious about why she was acting the way she was. A woman’s menstrual cycle was hardly news to him but when Natasha continued to stand there looking more and more tense, reality crashed down on him. She was worried about whether she was even going to have a menstrual
cycle.

“When are you
due?”

“It’s going to be a couple of days I think but I’ve never been regular Eric so it could be longer than that. I’m not
sure.”

He dragged his hand through his hair at the thought of what a few more days could mean for them both. “So we won’t know for a few more days if you’re pregnant. I still can’t believe I was so damned stupid. I put you at risk not just one bloody time, but t
wice.”

“Don’t worry about it Eric, I doubt I’ll be pregnant an
yway.”

“You don’t know that for sure though Natasha. This wouldn’t even be an issue if I hadn’t been so fucking stupid.” He was still damned frustrated with himself. He’d never been so careless with any other woman and yet Natasha had the ability to make him be a fucking idiot more than
once.

“Oh for fuck’s sake Eric, get over yourself.” She suddenly snapped and he looked at her in surprise. “I refuse to spend the rest of our time down here stressing over a pregnancy that might not happen. I’m going into this Chemist now, buy what I damned well need and you can wait out here for me and shut the fuck up.” He watched her storm off in bemusement, his eyes following her as she disappeared inside. Where the hell had that outburst come from? Fuck it, he was just trying to tell her he’d made a big mistake and he intended fixing it if she got pregnant. Why the hell she snapped at him, he had no idea unless she really was freaked out over the idea of a possible preg
nancy.

While he waited for her to come back he stood watching tourists getting around photographing buildings and trying not to get themselves run over when they’d step out into traffic to get a longer
shot.

When she came back out he watched her approach trying to work out what sort of mood she was in. “Did you get what you wanted?” His tone was cool. He couldn’t help it, but he was a bit pissed at her for snapping at him. She nodded. “Are you hu
ngry?”

“If you are, I could probably eat somet
hing.”

“I’m not hungry. I just wanted to make sure you’re not.” He couldn’t look at her. He was partly pissed, partly hurt and partly confused about why she had snapped at him. Maybe he needed to man up, grow a set but he couldn’t help it. For the first time ever, Natasha had brought up feelings from his childhood and all the insecurities that came with them with the way she’d spoken to him and snapped angrily a
t him.

“Have you seen enough here? I thought we could go for a drive to Devonport and then eat there if you
like.”

“Ok.” She agreed and they walked back to th
e car.

They didn’t speak at all for the drive into Devonport. Eric knew he should try and fix the tension between them, but he wasn’t sure what he could do or say. His attempts to reassure her had been met with anger in and chances were he’d somehow put his foot in it again if he said somethin
g now.

He drove up to the Bluff first to give Natasha a look at the views over Bass Strait where the Spirit of Tasmania ferry crossed nightly from Tasmania to Melbourne and back. She took numerous photos while he waited patiently for her. He walked ahead to stare out across the water and finally turned just in time to catch her taking a photo of him. Their eyes met and held for a moment before he walked back to her. “Are you ready to move on?” She nodded and they made their way back to th
e car.

He found parking near the city centre and they got out and wandered past the vast array of shops. Natasha stopped occasionally to stare into shop windows and Eric said nothing, just followed her wherever she wanted to go. He’d seen it all before and didn’t want to spoil her enjo
yment.

When she stopped outside a shop and made no effort to move on, he finally turned back and walked up to her. “Natasha? What i
s it?”