With His Love (For His Pleasure, Book 16) (2 page)

Red was breathing heavily enough that she could hear him with her head down against the desk.

He slid his cock back and forth, teasing her, but refusing to enter.

She wanted to force herself onto him, but knew it was an impossibility. The more he slid his cock against her, though, the harder it became to resist the urge to climax.

“How does that feel, Nicole?” Red asked, still teasing her relentlessly.

“I—please. Please, Red.”

“Please what?”

“Please, sir. I’m…I want to come.”

“Don’t you dare come until I say so.”

“I’m trying.”

“Don’t try. Just do as I say.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Perhaps this is too much for you.” His cock withdrew from her soaking wet pussy and she heard him zipping his pants again. “Maybe there’s another way.”

She heard rustling noises from behind her, but couldn’t tell what he was doing.

She stayed still, bent over the desk the way he’d instructed. And then, mere seconds later, she felt him once again between her legs.

Only this time, it was his tongue. His hands grabbed her hips as he licked her pussy from behind. His face was pressed up against her behind, while his tongue arched and licked her wetness, and Nicole could hardly take it.

“Oh my God,” she whispered. Her voice croaked from her lips. Her muscles were taught with tension as Red expertly licked her privates.

His hands roughly held her hips, controlling her movements. Involuntarily, her muscles had a spasm, and she knew she was going to come. “I can’t stop,” she whined.

“I’m going to come, Red.”

“Nicole, don’t you do it.”

“Please,” she begged.

He returned to licking her, and the speed and deftness of his tongue amazed her.

Had he always been this adept at knowing exactly what her body needed, or was this the result of all the time they’d spent together, the trust they’d built, the baby they’d nurtured?

She didn’t know the answer and didn’t particularly care. All she knew was that the climax was building and building within her. It was churning through her nether regions, and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do to stop it now.

Finally, she came hard, like a damn bursting.

Red’s tongue thrust into her slit, plunging inside of her at the exact moment that she cried out in wild abandonment of her senses.

And then it was over. Red stood up and began untying her blindfold.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold out that long,” Nicole said.

He kissed her cheek as he undid the knot on the blindfold. “It’s okay,” he said, and she was relieved to hear the levity in his voice. It was a game, after all—not like the early days in their relationship when anything could have sent him into a tailspin.

It was nice to know that they could still have such steamy encounters without all the psychological madness that tended to go along with such things.

When he removed the blindfold, Nicole couldn’t help but laugh at what she saw.

They were standing in Red’s old office, the one she’d first met him in when he’d still owned Jameson International.

“It looks almost exactly the same as it did when you worked here,” she gasped.

Red held the blindfold in one hand as he looked around the room. “Yeah, I guess it does. Kane Wright is probably hoping some of me will rub off on him.”

“Not a chance.”

“Exactly.” He walked over to the bar. “Care for a drink, darling?”

“I’d love one.” She smiled at him.

“I’ll make you exactly what I made you the first time we had a drink together in the office. A nice dry martini, Nicole. Sound good?”

“Are you trying to get me drunk?”

“Would that be such a bad thing?”

“Not at all.” She crossed to the couch and sat down, inhaling deeply. The scents were still familiar, as if the room had been preserved for them for just this moment. “It’s like stepping back in time, isn’t it?” she said.

Red nodded as he made her martini. He walked to the couch and handed it to her.

“Let me know how it tastes.”

She took a sip and the liquid warmed her throat. “Mmmmm…delicious.”

He sat next to her and put his hand on her thigh. “Do you like how the night’s going so far?”

She looked at him and grinned. “It’s a lot more ambitious than what I’d imagined we were going to do when you asked me to do a date night. I was picturing something simple, like dinner and a movie.”

“We’re not
that
couple, are we?”

“What do you mean?” She said, taking another sip of her drink.

“I mean, I hope we’re not turning into one of those couples that had a really exciting courtship and then gets married, has a baby and loses the romance and excitement. I want to keep it alive.”

She caressed his stubbly cheek, looked into his dark eyes. “I love what we have together,” she told him. “I don’t think we’re turning into
that
couple.”

“No, that would be Kane and Danielle.”

“You think?”

“I know. Don’t let all her craziness with the acting stuff fool you. Those two are just as dull as dishwater when it gets right down to it.”

“Well I hope they’re happy together…”

“I’m not saying they’re unhappy. They’re just dull. Kane’s always been dull underneath his international man of mystery bullshit façade.”

Nicole gave him a look. “Is something going on with you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve just never heard you talk this way. Since when do you care about Kane and Danielle, anyway?”

“I don’t. Just making conversation.” He sighed. “Look, this is just one stop on the tour. It’s not over yet, so don’t get too comfortable.” He stood up and offered his hand.

Nicole took it, and he helped her stand again.

“You want to finish your drink, you’d better just gulp it down now,” he said, showing her the blindfold.

“You’re putting that on me again?”

“Don’t complain, or I’ll need to really show you who’s boss,” he warned.

“Oh, whatever.” She took a long drink from her martini glass and then put it down on the table nearby.

Red gently put the blindfold over her eyes and cinched it tight.

And then they were off once more.

***

About half an hour later, Nicole was on her knees and Red was removing the blindfold again.

She’d had an idea that he might be taking her to the old apartment, the one that held so many memories, both good and bad.

This place represented the highs and lows of their early courtship.

They’d had amazing sex in this apartment, and they’d connected on a level Nicole hadn’t thought possible at the time. But Red had also been with many other women in these rooms, and Nicole had even seen one of his sex tapes.

Still, she was glad he’d brought her here. She was secure enough in their love and trusting enough of Red, that she could hold all of the good and bad in her mind and heart at once.

She liked that things hadn’t always been simple or easy between the two of them.

It made the deep love they’d achieved so much more satisfying.

And it made her position right now, on the floor and on her knees (as she’d been so long ago during their first real sexual encounter), that much more alluring. Because everything with Red hadn’t always been safe and simple, and even now she knew his dark side still existed, still needed to be expressed from time to time.

As did hers.

Red threw the blindfold aside and turned Nicole onto her back. He looked down at her from above. His face was intense, his eyes dark with heat and lust. He appeared almost animalistic—his face bathed in shadows, body tense with want and need for her.

Nicole felt everything inside of her responding to him, like a magnet that couldn’t be fought, pulling her closer.

He saw the response in her eyes and instantly reacted. He pushed her dress up to her waist, revealing her lower half completely. Then he grabbed her panties and literally ripped them from her body in one quick motion. Now she was naked from the waist down, and her scent was in the air.

Red’s nostrils flared. He got down and kissed her hard on the lips, his tongue entering her mouth. She tasted his breath as it mingled with hers, felt his body heat as he pressed his weight against her.

And then he was kissing her neck and between her breasts. He continued to move down her body, as his hands reached up and pulled the neckline of her dress down. Her nipples were hard and aroused, and he’d pulled the dress down enough so that they were sticking out now. Red’s fingers caressed her nipples briefly, causing Nicole to arch her back and cry out.

But he was continuing to move down. Soon, he was at her waist and he had access to her lower belly and the wetness between her legs.

Red kissed along her hips, and then followed the curve of her down, continuing to flick his tongue out, his breath hot against her skin. She shivered and moaned.

His hands roamed down, grasping her thighs and pulling them towards him. He gently licked the top of her slit, licked again, tasting her, and then he began sucking her pussy furiously. He was deep inside, spreading her with his hands, massaging her aching clit with his tongue.

She grabbed the back of his head and thrust against him, writhing beneath him.

His lips and tongue were working her opening with practiced ease, knowing exactly how and when and where to touch, taste, tease and kiss.

It was building again, the uncontrollable urge to come.

Red sat up and stared down at her, a sound coming from his throat that was almost a growl. He unzipped his pants and then pulled his stiff cock out for her to see.

Nicole spread her legs as wide as she could. “I’m so ready for you right now,”

she breathed.

“And I’m ready to be inside of you,” he said. “I’m going to go as deep as I can,”

he told her.

She sighed, as Red moved onto her, easily fitting inside her with one hard, slow, sensual thrust that made them both moan simultaneously.

It was like a hand and a glove, perfect, like they belonged together—puzzle pieces locking into place.

She squeezed around him, tightening, contracting against his member with all the force of her love and excitement.

The truth was, Nicole realized, that she was more attracted to him now than she’d ever been before. Now she knew everything about Red, the good, the bad, the in between stuff. She admired and loved the whole human being, not just the gorgeous face on a magazine advertisement. He was so much more than his image, so much more than his charisma.

He was the father of her child.

He was the love of her life.

He moved inside her with passion and grace. His thrusts became forceful and he touched her so deeply that she nearly screamed with pleasure.

Finally, they both came together. He pounded into her, releasing everything inside, and she squeezed him tightly.

“Come on,” he said, helping her up. “Into the bedroom.”

“Really?”

“Really. Just for a bit.” He led her into the dark bedroom with its secrets, most of which she’d known for some time now.

They laid down together on the bed, and silken sheets that she knew were clean and hadn’t been sullied in some time now.

“It’s almost like a museum now, isn’t it?” she said, as the two of them lay next to one another, her head on his chest.

Red laughed. “I guess it is. Better off that way, I think.”

“Especially when I think about everything you got up to before you and I were together. It almost makes me want to torch the place.”

“I hope you don’t mind that I brought you here. I wanted this to be a tour of our old haunts.” He leaned forward and kissed the top of her head.

“I don’t mind.” She caressed his chest. “Haunt is the right word, though. This apartment is haunted in a way—by our past—and yours.”

“True.” He sighed. “But you exorcised all the old demons, I think they’re gone now.”

“Are you sure?”

“I hope so.”

They got quiet for a time.

“Are you ready for the final stop on the tour?” he asked.

She sat up. “You mean to tell me there’s more?”

“Yup.” He grinned at her. “There’s always more, Nicole.”

“I should have known.”

***

This time, however, he didn’t blindfold her again. In fact, he left the blindfold in the apartment and they got in his car together and started off.

She wasn’t sure where he was taking her anyway, until finally, they arrived at a restaurant from their very first real date.

“The Davenport?” she said, giving him a dubious look. “Don’t tell me you’re going to force me to eat the duck cassoulet again.”

“You loved the duck.”

“It was okay.” She was giving him a hard time and he knew it.

“You can always try the squid,” he quipped, before getting out of the car.

The valet took his keys and then Red and Nicole made their way inside.

Nicole hadn’t been back to The Davenport with Red since that very first occasion, which felt like it had taken place decades ago. But it hadn’t been that long, and everything was the same, including the menu and even the hostess.

Red made sure that they were seated at their original table by the window.

Not long after, the waiter appeared and Red ordered the Latour Pauillac, just like he had previously.

This time, however, they both got the prime rib with mashed potato and mixed vegetables.

“So,” Red said, when they were about to have their first sips of wine.

“So,” Nicole agreed. She was watching him carefully, because his demeanor had shifted. She couldn’t say exactly what it was, but he suddenly seemed to be nervous.

“I do have something I wanted to tell you,” he said.

“Now I’m getting worried.”

“There’s nothing to be worried about.” He shifted in his seat. “But there’s an opportunity I wanted to discuss with you.”

“An opportunity? For whom?”

“For us. For me it’s a business opportunity, but it would also be a chance for us to do something unique and memorable as a family. And I hope you see it the way I see it.”

Nicole put her glass down. “Well, go ahead and tell me.”