Page 21 of Dangerously Yours

“Look at me,” I told her, and her eyes opened.

As soon as they did, I traced her nipples and clit with the ice cube, before inserting it inside of her. Lulu’s mouth opened, and I plucked another raspberry from the container, and thrust it between her parted lips. I used my finger to push the ice further inside of her, then reached for another. Her eyes were on me as I worked it into her. Her entire body was trembling, but I was nowhere near being done with her yet.

I grabbed one of the now cold strawberries, but I bit off the tip of it this time, before following the two earlier cubes of ice. I didn’t put this all the way inside of her, but just enough for her to taste more of herself on it. When I slipped it between her lips and her mouth closed down on it, I knew I had to be inside of her.

She needed it, and I wanted it, so there was no point in waiting any longer. I grabbed the condom I had put aside earlier, then quickly sheathed my cock before removing my pants completely. Because I was tall, the counter height wasn’t a factor at all. I simply pulled her to the edge, then thrust into her.

“Fuck, Noah, I—” she cried out as I thrust to the hilt.

“You need to be fucked hard, Lulu. Lay back so I can take what’s mine.”

“Please,” she murmured, before clamping down around me.

Because she was so tight, it was more work to drive into her, but I eventually managed to fall into a rhythm that had us both groaning. She kept her legs wrapped tightly around me, and I gripped her hips to hold her still. I slammed into her, over and over, even once her entire body went taut and she came.

“Fuck,” I groaned out loud, this time being the one to curse.

Her broken cries combined with the vise-like grip she had on my cock, made it harder to fuck her, but I never let up, quickly bringing her to a second one. Her skin was slick with sweat, and tendrils of her hair clung to her neck and chest as I continued driving into her. I was so close to my own release, but I wanted her to come a third time with me. That desire had me thrusting even harder into her, and I could see her wince each time I hit a tender spot. The longer I fucked her, the tighter she got, and it only made my need to come that much stronger.

I refused to give in, though. She would orgasm again with me, or else I wouldn’t come at all. I slipped my hands underneath her, and soon had her in my arms. The closest vertical surface to me was the large sub-zero refrigerator and ignoring her gasp when the cool metal hit her bare back, I started to drive back into her. Lulu clung to me and it wasn’t long before she gave into a third orgasm. Mine followed, and once she had wrung every drop from me, I moved her away from the refrigerator and carried her into the living room. I laid her onto the couch, then went in search of some towels.

When I returned to her, Lulu was in the same spot that I had left her. In my hands, I had a towel I had dampened, as well as a dry one. Using the wet one, I wiped the remnants of the fruit from her skin, then cleaned between her legs. She whimpered once or twice, but otherwise lay there and let me take care of her. I thencleaned myself off, too. The kitchen was the last place I needed to touch up, and when done, I looked back over at her.

She was not sitting upright on the couch, but she still appeared disorientated. I loved to see the effect I had on her. Initially, I had planned to fuck her once or twice, but now I was wondering if that was actually possible. It was a foreign feeling because I’d had a number of one-night stands over the years. I had always known she could never be one of them. Cade had completely ruined her self-esteem, and my arrogance wouldn’t let me walk away from her without having built it back up.

I grabbed my pants and with every intention of putting them on once I got over there, Lulu had other ideas. She took them from my hands, and before I could even ask her why, she wrapped one of her dainty hands around my cock. She then lowered her head, and this time, I was the one to twitch the moment her warm lips wrapped around the tip. I didn’t stop her because her mouth felt damn good on me. I did weave my hand through her dampened locks, then wrapped it around my wrist. She stopped until I gave her head a hard yank.

“You have quite the mouth on you, Lulu,” I told her, then dropped my head back as she took me down to her throat. It was all I said for several minutes as she deep throated my cock. Once she brought me to an orgasm, I returned to the kitchen to retrieve the whipped cream, then I took her again on the couch, bringing her to a few more orgasms before allowing her to finally rest.

LULU

Thankfully, word of mouth had spread fast after the successful Waters party and I was able to book three additional jobs. This new influx of income was providing hope that I might be able to make it on my own after all. Cade had done his best to make things as difficult on me as possible, and had not slandered me since the night of the divorce announcement. The hit to his own reputation was the thing he hated most. It wasn’t losing me, or seeing his children less, but rather the black spot his infidelity had left on his standing as a Titan. It wasn’t as if no one expected him to be faithful to me, but no one had dared to be so open with it, either.

I had chosen to go the divorce route versus putting up with his betrayal longer and unfortunately, I was the one who would be punished. Those in positions of power wielded it over those of us without it, and what had become of my life was proof of it. My attorney had done a damn good job. He was able to secure his fees from my ex, and Cade was also ordered to provide monthly child support to me to care for the children.

There was also a small bit of alimony which was to be paid out to me despite the presence of a prenuptial agreement. Due to Illinois law, he was not allowed to be exempt from paying it as it would create a hardship for me. Between the money I was now making on my own, combined with the alimony, I would be able to just barely afford the astronomical mortgage payments on this penthouse. I refused to use the money for the children on anything but them, so if these jobs didn’t stay consistent, the possibility of having to sell our home still existed.

I didn’t want to dwell on that anymore. I needed to focus on my current client. Also a Titan, this was for Merrill Carter, a former athlete turned executive at his own start-up company. The man was also a golfing partner with none other than my ex-husband, so it shouldn’t have shocked me at all that he was to be included on the guest list. I truly hoped that Cade didn’t make a scene of any sort. Lately, whenever we were within shouting distance of one another, he would say or do something to infuriate me. I think he secretly got off on upsetting me, and it was why I tried my hardest to take the high road. I would let his words and threats wash off my shoulders, then go home and cry about them afterward when no one was around.

“Have you gotten a list of caterers yet, Lucy,” Merrill’s wife asked me, and I looked up at her and smiled.

“Yes, Estelle. I have narrowed it down to three, and all of them should be here shortly with a sampling menu for you to try.”

It had taken some groveling to get these high end caterers who were usually booked up months to a year in advance, to even consider working my event which had to be thrown together in just weeks. The Carters had a previous event planner, but when Estelle caught the woman in bed with Merrill, the professional side of things didn’t survive. It was crazy what was considered sonormal in high society. There seemed to be hardly any morals, and I was actually surprised I had lasted this long in it myself.

“I’ve got a nail and hair appointment in two hours. I hope they arrive soon, and have everything ready,” she replied.

“I’m sure they will. Now, if you’ll excuse me...”

I stepped away and pulled back out my cell phone. According to the text message confirmations I had received from all three chefs, they had agreed upon the times, and the first of them should be here any minute. I had no sooner thought to check in with that chef when the door opened and he stepped inside. For this venue, we were hosting it at the Ritz Carlton which was a popular choice amongst Titans in the city. While the hotel also employed its own culinary teams, clients like Estelle had insisted on bringing in outsiders, and my job was to find the best one.

“Are you Mrs. Davis?” The man asked me, and I nodded.

“Yes, it’s very nice to meet you. I’m thankful for you taking the time to stop in and share your suggested menu with us. This...” I stopped, and used my hand to motion at my client, “is Estelle Waters. Her husband, Merrill, is retiring after forty-five years on the job.”

“I’m Roberto, and that sounds like a very good reason to celebrate. I apologize for running late. If you don’t mind giving me just a few minutes, I can unpack these items and go over them with you both.”

Estelle was impatient, but she agreed to wait, and soon he had two options for the starting course. The first was salmon timbales, and the other was this tasty cucumber and apple in a dill crème fraiche. My client seemed pleased with both of those, so he moved on to the fish course. Neither of us were big fansof the monkfish and chorizo dish, but the confit duck course redeemed him in my eyes. Estelle was a huge fan of the crème brûlée.

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