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I open my eyes to see that I’m snuggled into Dorien on the sofa, the glow of the TV dimly lighting part of the room. I look up to see that Dorien has his eyes closed, his head resting on the back of the sofa, his arm wrapped around me.
I study him for a moment, and I feel a flutter in my stomach. I know that what I feel for him is growing by the day, and there is nothing I can do to stop it. I don’t even know if I want to stop it at this point. I’ve never been one to believe in fate, but it’s like he was sent to me just when I needed him. The light at the end of the storm. That’s him.
My light, just as he said I’m his.
Two damaged souls coming together and figuring out how to learn to let our guards down.
Except, I don’t know why he’s always been so closed off, only fucking, only doing one night, until me. I figure he may tell me in time, maybe. I gently move away from him, careful not to wake him, but when I push the duvet back, I feel his hands reach out for me, his fingers going to my hips and turning me, until I’m straddling his lap, my hands resting either side of his head on the back of the sofa.
He stares at me for a moment, and then I lower my lips to his, needing to connect with him in the only way we can really seem to express ourselves. Actions, not words. It’s easier than voicing what I feel for him, and he seems to feel the same way, so as his tongue moulds with mine, our lips softly moving in sync, I know that he’s trying to tell me something, but I’m scared to acknowledge it, in case I’m wrong and he breaks my heart.
His fingers caress my skin, gently tracing over my hips until he pushes his hand up the inside of the leg of my shorts and brushes my pussy. I’m already fucking wet for him, because this is what he does to me. Makes me crazy. Makes me hot. Makes me feel.
I lift up slightly and he pulls my shorts down, our lips still connected as I fumble to move my shorts further down my legs, past my knees, and then Dorien pushes them down to my ankles. I wasn’t wearing underwear with my shorts, and as I push my hand beneath the waistband of his joggers, I see that he isn’t wearing any either. His dick is rock hard for me, and he lifts his arse up, allowing me to push his joggers down more until his dick is uncovered and my pussy is hovering above.
I grip his cock in my hand gently, and then I slide down on him slowly, until he’s filling me completely. Our moans are swallowed as our lips refuse to be parted, and I start to ride him on the sofa as his hands cup my arse.
I don’t even feel any pain as I move, my body blocking it out and revelling in everything he has to give.
I gasp in his mouth as I tilt my hips, his dick hitting me perfectly, and his lips move away from mine as he kisses my neck, my jaw, my collarbone, as he pulls my sleepshirt to the side. I grab the hem of my top and pull it off, dropping it beside us as his lips find my nipples in turn over the lace fabric of my bra. I throw my head back, but I keep the slow pace as I ride him, dragging out the sensations, never wanting this feeling to end.
I move one of my hands from beside him and press my finger to my clit, my head coming back up to find his eyes on me, watching me as I move my finger in circles.
“Fuck,” he breathes, and then his eyes drift back up and connect with mine. His hands leave my arse and find my hair, gripping gently, and my forehead drops to his as I feel shudders begin to wrack my body.
I climax hard but slow. He moans my name as he finds his release, and then he kisses me softly as he carries me to bed, his dick still inside me as his body settles on top of mine.
And that’s how we spend most of the night. Not fucking, but doing something else entirely.
Chapter Forty-Six
DORIEN
As I wait in my office for the arrival of Nate, I double check the documents in front of me, making sure I have everything he needs in order to find Derrick—all the information I have on the bastard, so he can put it to use to track him down, hopefully. I received a call from him early this morning, stating that he would be here at nine o’clock, sharp. I reluctantly left Elise in bed, even as I wanted to stay there with her. Last night was a night I will never forget. The way she rode me on the sofa, and the way in which we spent most of the night wrapped up in each other, signifying that what we have is so much more than either of us asked for. And maybe that’s not a bad thing, because she’s showing me that I don’t just live and breathe work. I live and breathe her. Possibly more than I do owning a successful hotel chain. Never thought it would be possible, but here we are—so fucking pussy whipped, I can’t even deny it.
A knock sounds on my door, bang on nine o’clock, and Hayley waits for me to call her in before opening the door and announcing Nate’s presence. He walks in, large as life, flanked by two other guys.
“That will be all, Hayley,” I tell her, flicking my hand in her direction to dismiss her. She nods her head and leaves, the door closing as the three men stand there, staring at me. The one on the right looks like a Viking with his long blonde hair, and the one on the left has tattoos donning his arms and neck, both of them with deadpan faces and suspicious eyes.
Nate steps forwards and introduces them each in turn. “Dorien, this is Ronan,” he says, nodding to the Viking before nodding to the other side and telling me, “And this is Jax.”
I tilt my head at each of them, and Nate doesn’t bother to tell them who I am because they’ll already know. “Do you have everything I need?”
“Yes,” I say as I pick up the few sheets of paper in front of me and hold them out to him. Nate steps forwards again and takes them, scanning over them before handing them back to Ronan, who looks them over before passing them to Jax.
“My guys will have him found in the next seventy-two hours,” Nate declares, and I raise an eyebrow.
“Can you guarantee that?” I question. I guess most don’t question him, and if they do, I’m sure they end up with their throats slit, or in other various states of demise, but as much as they should intimidate me, they don’t. Some might call me a stupid fuck, but I refuse to bow down when I’m paying for their services, not to mention I haven’t been insulting or rude, so there’s no need for me to be sat here like a nervous wreck. And you should never show men like this that you’re intimated by them anyway, not in my book. If you show fear, they will eat you alive.
“If I get what I want, I can guarantee it,” Nate confirms.
“And if you don’t?”
“Then the whole deal is off, you’ll owe me nothing, and I will kill the fucker in due course without taking any payment because he doesn’t deserve to live,” he tells me, and I almost balk at his honesty. I could tell him the deal is off, that I don’t need to pay him anything, seeing as he just told me he would end the fucker anyway, but there’s no guarantee on when that would happen, and Elise needs the guarantee even if she doesn’t know about any of this—not to mention, I need the guarantee just as much. For her.
I sit back and gesture for him to take a seat, which he does, the two men behind him staying where they are.
I open a draw to my side and pull out a contract, sliding it across the desk for him to look at. “That indicates the shares you will have, and I will have the contract finalised once you’ve agreed,” I state, and Nate’s curious gaze runs over the paperwork before his eyes lift back up to look at me.
