The Mysterious Mr. Heath (8 page)

“Am I hurting you?”

“No. A little. I do not care. Do not stop.”

“So tight, yet so soft,” he said, holding her hips as he pulled himself out and then plunged all the way back in. He repeated the motion again and again, his pace quickening until he was slamming his hips into hers with such force that she had to brace herself to keep from sliding across the desk.

She closed her eyes, loving the primitive way he was taking her. “But you must be quiet, or we will be discovered,

“Dammit, Laurence, you make me so bloody hard I can hardly keep myself from spending,” he said, his tone growing deeper as he pulsed in and out of her. “How does it feel to you?”

“Full.” She heard him chuckle and then felt his motions slow while he pressed kisses against the tender flesh just behind her ears where she was especially sensitive.

“I need never worry you will seek to flatter me with false praise, that is for certain,” he said, his tone amused. “But I would be a right selfish bastard if I took my pleasure without giving thought to yours. I must look after my lady’s enjoyment as well.”

He reached around to her exposed mound and pressed the pad of his thumb against her clitoris in a circular motion until she began to squirm against his hand.

“That’s it,” he crooned. “I am hard as a rock right now with wanting you. Do you feel me against you, stroking every beautiful bit of you until I am ready to burst?”

“Yes,” she said brokenly, feeling her arousal build.

“Think about my spreading your legs and licking your pussy the way that I did this morning. Did you enjoy that?” he asked, and she closed her eyes and saw the images conjured up by his words.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“That’s just the beginning of the wicked things I will do to you,” he continued. “For if you won’t give me your hand in marriage, then I intend to take your body in lust.”

She was finding it increasingly difficult to think let alone form words into credible sentences.

He continued. “The next time we are alone in your room, I shall tie your arms to the bedpost, push your legs open, and lick and bite that tender spot between your legs until you beg me for mercy. Only then will I let you find your pleasure.”

She groaned at the lewd images his words produced in her mind and felt herself grow wetter.

“Or perhaps I shall set you on your knees and open my trousers and put my cock deep in your mouth for you to suck until I spend myself in the back of your throat.” He thrust harder now, and she closed her eyes, savoring the delicious feel of his hand and the primal feel of him plunging in and out of her.

He wrapped her hair around his hand and pulled her head back so she could hear his every word. “And when you are being very difficult, which is most of the time, I shall take you over my knee and spank you until your bottom is red, after which I will spread your sweet ass cheeks and fill you with my cock until you are screaming with pleasure.”

“No, it’s wrong. It has to be wrong,” she moaned, nearly to the edge now.

“Nothing that happens between us will ever be wrong, Laurence,” he said fiercely, plunging in and then pulling back until only the tip of his cock remained inside her. “Do you agree to my terms?”

She tried to wiggle her hips closer to the hardness that she ached for, but he held her at bay.

“You drive an overly hard bargain, sir,” she protested.

“I make no apologies for my negotiating tactics,” he said.

“And what do I get in this deal, solicitor?” she said, growing increasingly frustrated.

“Unspeakable pleasure far beyond what you’ve ever imagined and certainly more than you deserve, you ungrateful woman,” he teased. “So I shall ask just once more. Are those terms agreeable to you, Mr. Heath, or shall I pull out and leave you here to find your pleasure without me?”

“You are practicing blackmail, which is most certainly against the law,” she moaned, her every nerve ending craving the fulfillment only he could bring her.

“Just answer the question, solicitor,” he said.

“I accept, I accept, just please don’t stop.”

“That’s it, you’re nearly there. Let yourself go,” he directed, pushing back into her, and she felt the pleasure spreading like a scalding hot wave across her.

He put his hand over her mouth, stifling the sound of her cries as she orgasmed, her body vibrating against his. He thrust against her three more times and then abruptly pulled out. She felt the warm liquid of his release gush against her back.

He leaned his head down against her neck as they both fought to catch their breath. Despite the awkwardness of her position, Laurence reveled in the physical connection she felt with this man. This
very
unexpected man who had come from nowhere so recently and now meant so much to her. It was hard to fathom how it had happened so quickly.

“You are a veritable temptress, Laurence Heath, for you compel me to do and say the most wicked and shocking things imaginable,” he said against her ear, his breathing still labored.

“I make
you
do things?” Laurence was indignant at the audacity of his words, but her attempts to rise up were completely stymied by the weight of his much heavier body atop hers. “I was here working when you came into my office under false pretenses and practically attacked me. How dare you seek to shift the blame to me, the innocent victim of your insatiable lust?” She pushed against him. “Now move before we are discovered, you lout.”

“An innocent victim?” Matthew scoffed. “If there is a victim here, it is yours truly, for how can a simple man like myself be expected to resist the sensual temptations offered by a body so clearly designed for pleasure? I have just spent myself with all the restraint of a schoolboy and by all rights should be as limp as a ribbon in a rainstorm. Yet I am already growing hard again at the thought of you.”

Before Laurence could respond, there came a knock on the office door. They both froze.

“Mr. Heath, your noon appointment is here, sir,” Peters called out from the other side of the door.

“Just a moment, Peters,” Laurence responded. “Get up now!” she whispered urgently to Matthew, but he was already rising.

“Stay still for a moment,” he ordered in a low voice, using his handkerchief to mop up her lower back. “You’re good now,” he said, helping her to stand up.

“Shall I bring in Lord Underwood’s files for your review before your next meeting, Mr. Heath?” Peters asked.

“He’s normally so useless. Why must he be so damnably efficient right now?” she muttered, pulling up her trousers and lacing them together with shaking fingers. “Just another minute or two, Peters, we’re almost finished here,” she called out. “What are you smiling about?” she asked Matthew, who was also scrambling to adjust his clothing back to a fully respectable state.

“‘We’re almost finished here,’” he mimicked. “Don’t you think he might be wondering what we’re finishing?”

“That’s exactly why we cannot do this again,” she hissed.

“If you say so, Mr. Heath,” he said, his lips curved into a mischievous smile.

For the millionth time she wondered why he had to be so devastatingly handsome.

“Should I plan for us to depart the office at the usual time tonight?”

“If that suits you,” she said, tucking in her shirt.

He pulled her close for one last kiss.

“I’ll be counting the hours until I have you naked in my arms again, Mr. Heath,” he said, taking her hand and placing it across the front of his trousers, where she felt the unmistakable bulge of his erection. “It won’t be an early night, so prepare yourself. For I fully intend to hold you to the terms of our agreement.”

She shivered. Whether in fear or anticipation, she couldn’t be sure.

“I appreciate your perspective on that, Heath. You’ve really helped clarify those issues for me,” Matthew said loudly as he opened the door. “Until tonight,” he said, sotto voce, and strode out of her office.

* * * *

That evening they finished their dinner in record time.

“You may depart early tonight, Martin,” Laurence told the servant. “Mrs. Martin will be glad to see you at home early for a change.”

“If you say so, sir,” Martin said, a doubtful look on his face.

The back door had barely shut behind him before Matthew was taking her mouth in an urgent kiss that sent hot streaks of arousals arcing through her body.

“Has a meal ever taken longer?” he growled. “I’ve been wanting to do this all evening.” He cupped the crescent of her ass with his large hands and pulled her against him so that she could feel the hardness of his erection through her clothing and his.

She rose to meet his kiss, her lips giving back everything he was trying to take. Through the fabric of her breast bindings, she felt her nipples tingle and ache, and she pressed herself against his chest, seeking relief. She felt almost feverish then, rubbing her hips and thighs against his hardness until he too was gasping.

“I need to be inside you now,” he said, unfastening her trousers and sliding them down to make room to slip his hand between her legs.

“I want you there,” she said, gasping when he breached her with a long finger, twirling his thumb against the outside of her.

“I love how you are always wet for me,” he rasped, stroking the sensitive flesh. “Take off your clothes now, or so help me I will rip them off your body.”

“You’re proving to be quite the brute for an Oxford man, Mr. Hastings,” she muttered, but obediently unbuttoned her shirt. She removed the man’s corset, standing before him clad only in her trousers and the binding cloths.

“If you had any idea just how primitive I am feeling toward you right now, you would order me to leave,” he said. “Take the rest off now. I want to see all of you.”

She undid the bindings, and as her breasts sprang free, he groaned.

“Hold them up for me,” he ordered roughly.

“Like this?” she said breathlessly, sliding her hands beneath the plump mounds and offering herself to him like a sacrifice to an ancient god.

“Exactly like that,” he said, dipping his head down and making a feast of her rosy-tipped nipples, teasing and licking each in turn until she was whimpering with the pleasure of it, the sensations pulsing directly down to the place between her legs where he was stroking.

“I want you, Matthew, inside of me, not just your fingers, but all of you,” she cried out as she writhed against him.

He pulled away, his eyes glittering, and then his clothes were off and he stood shamelessly naked before her, his hard stalk standing tall against his belly.

He lifted her into the air. “Wrap your legs around me and hold on,” he instructed, backing her against the wall. She did as directed, grasping his shoulders with her hands and looking down just in time to see him position the purple tip of his cock at her entrance. He thrust himself into her narrow channel, pinning her against the wall, the impact of his invasion stealing her breath.

He groaned in pleasure as her interior muscles gave way, allowing him to press fully inside her. Laurence shut her eyes at the sensation of being completely filled by him once again. Slowly at first, and then more rapidly, the base of his rigid shaft caressed her, creating friction that had her digging her fingers into the taut muscles of his shoulders. He held her steady against the wall, pumping into her body, and she could do nothing but hold on for dear life, accepting every driving thrust. At last the nearly unbearable pressure crested into a spiral of pleasure, and she cried out as she reached a shuddering climax.

In the aftermath, she could only lay her head limply against his shoulder as he pulled out of her and lowered her so that her feet were back on the ground again.

“Time for bed,” he said, leading her upstairs.

* * * *

“May I touch you?” she asked a short time later when they were in her bed, for she wanted to know his body the way that he seemed to know hers.

“Please do,” he said, lying back and giving her freedom to do what she wanted. Leaning over, she ran her hands across the sprinkling of dark hair on his chest, enjoying the tense ridge of his muscles beneath her fingertips. She twirled her finger over one of his nipples, wondering if he was as sensitive there as she was and soon had her answer, for he drew in his breath sharply.

She put her lips on his right nipple and sucked gently, just as he had with her, feeling the pebbled skin rise to a hard tip in her mouth. He tilted back his head and groaned.

“That feels so good, my love,” he said.

She shifted her mouth to his left nipple, gently biting it while reaching down to take his cock in her hand, squeezing the shaft until he made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a growl. The sound of his passion unleashed something wild and vibrant within her, and suddenly she was the one who wanted to howl with pleasure.

“Enough or I shall spend,” he said, pulling her atop his large body, moving her hips so that her mound was centered directly over the hard ridge of his cock. When he rocked her, she moaned at how good it felt to stroke her clitoris against his unyielding erection.

“That’s it darling, grind into me.” He grasped the cheeks of her bottom to hold her tight against him. “Use me for your pleasure.”

She rubbed and writhed wildly on his hardness, the tingling shards of pleasure growing more intense with each movement. He took her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, and she thrashed against him, seeking release. When she thought she could bear it no longer, she crested at last, her clitoris throbbing against his shaft as the shuddering ecstasy flooded through her.

At the sound of her climax, Matthew flipped her over onto her back and, without further ceremony, thrust himself fully inside her, pounding her as the bed squeaked wildly.

He stiffened and cried out, pulling his cock from her as the white fluid of his release covered her belly. In that moment, she wondered how it would feel to have him fill her body not only with his semen but also with his child.

Chapter Twelve

Three days later, Matthew entered Laurence’s office without warning, slamming the door shut and flinging a stack of documents on her desk.