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I move back and forth slowly, taking my time, tasting him, feeling how hard I make him. I’d like to be able to sit on his lap and ride his dick until I’m screaming his name, but I know he won’t do that just yet, so this will have to suffice.
I hungrily devour him, forgetting about the aches and pains. Dorien’s hand goes to the back of my head, his fingers fisting in the strands. Jesus, this guy makes me feel feral for him, and I know that a part of me never wants that to end.
I work him until he’s coming in my mouth, saying my name as he does, and I fight the smile that wants to break free as I finish him off, taking everything he’s got to give.
He gently pulls my head back, and I wipe my lips on the back of my hand as he stares down at me with a smirk and says, “My fucking turn.”
He drops to his knees and has me on my back within seconds, my joggers being removed quickly, and him nestling between my legs as he pulls my knickers to the side and starts to eat me. He rests his other hand on my stomach, to keep me in place, avoiding the bruise at my side as he does.
I moan as his tongue flicks my clit, sending pleasure to every part of my body. It’s my turn for my hands to find the back of his head as he pushes two fingers inside of me and makes me come hard on the floor.
“DORIEN,” I shout as my body trembles with the release he’s just given me. He chuckles against my pussy, the vibrations of that making my body writhe as the sensations become too much.
“Stop,” I whisper, and he immediately ceases all contact, moving up my body and hovering above me with a questioning and concerned look on his face. “I’m okay, it was just… too much.” It’s all I can give without turning the beautiful moment into a possible clusterfuck of feelings that I’m not sure either of us are ready to deal with, even if we are living them daily.
He brings his lips to mine, placing a soft kiss, and I taste my arousal on his mouth. His lips trail over my skin, with him paying particular interest in covering every single bruise on my face and body. He ends up back between my thighs, and he places a light kiss on the inside of one of them before he stands up and offers me his hand. When I’m standing flush with his body, he wraps his arms around me, his forehead resting against mine.
“I have to go out tonight for a business meeting,” he tells me, and I feel disappointment hit that we won’t be snuggling up together and acting like this whole relationship is normal.
“Will you be gone long?” I’m aware I’m sounding needy, but nothing about being with him has followed any kind of chilled behaviour.
“An hour, maybe two,” he says between kisses, making me melt.
“I miss going out,” I say with a sigh.
“It’s been two days, Elise,” he says with a chuckle.
“Yes, but it’s the not being able to because, well…” I point to my face with a frown.
“It’ll fade soon.”
“Not soon enough,” I mutter.
“It’s only you stopping yourself from going anywhere, buttercup.”
“I don’t want my work colleagues to see me like this,” I admit, but he already knows that—he seems to know me better than I know myself sometimes.
“What if they didn’t have to see you?” he says, and I instantly perk up.
“Tell me more,” I reply, and he chuckles.
“We could have dinner before my meeting, in a secluded area which I can have cordoned off from prying eyes.”
The thought alone is tempting, but I wouldn’t want to make him late for his meeting, and I really don’t want to bump into anyone I know, so instead of saying yes, I tell him, “Maybe in a few days.”
He frowns briefly, but then he swoops down and places another soft kiss on my lips before he leaves to go and get ready, and for the millionth time since I met him, I find myself wishing that I was worthy of his heart, because as much as he gives off ‘don’t come near me’ vibes, I think he’s the most wonderful man I’ve ever met.
Chapter Forty-Four
DORIEN
I’m sat at the bar in the dining area, in the corner, sipping a scotch. I appear to be the picture of confidence right now, which is exactly what I need to face a man like Nate Knowles. He’s due to arrive with his wife in the next fifteen minutes. I have no idea if we will talk business before or after their meal, but I’ll wait at this bar until I have to, even if it takes all night. I’ve secured them the finest table of the night, out on the private patio, secluded by lush greenery and dim lighting, paired with outdoor heaters that will keep them warm when the air starts to cool a little more. I am nothing if not the perfect host.
I’m about to get up and go and check once more that the wine cooler is in place and that everything is set how it should be, just to keep my mind busy for a few moments, when a hand braces the bar next to me, making me look out of the corner of my eye to see the Crime Lord himself has arrived.
A waiter immediately comes over and Nate orders a scotch and a glass of the finest white wine we stock, and when the waiter scurries off, he says, “So, what is it you need from me, Dorien? And don’t beat around the bush. I have my wife arriving in the next few minutes, and I’d prefer to have this wrapped up so I can spend the evening giving her my full attention.”
I presumed his wife would be coming with him, but it’s not my place to question anything, so I do exactly what he wants and I tell him what I need. “I need someone found and dealt with.”
