Page 17 of Yours to Conquer

“Thanks, Anthony. You’re the best man I know.” He stands and looks at me for a moment. “I love you,” I tell him.

“I love you, too, my drunk little redheaded spitfire. Let’s get you home. We can get your car tomorrow.”

“I love this car. Have I ever told you that? It’s such a hot car for the hot man who drives it.” After he gets me situated, he plants a kiss on my lips, then runs around the car and jumps in the driver’s seat.

“You think the driver is hot, huh?” He winks at me while he buckles his seat belt.

“Oh…yes…I don’t think I’ve met a man that makes me feel the way you do. I’ve never been in love before, but I swear the minute I heard your voice on the phone, I fell in love with you.” I turn in my seat to look at him. He takes one hand off the steering wheel and holds my hand. “Kat tells me we have to define our own rules. What works for one person doesn’t work for everyone.”

“It sounds like you and Kat had a good talk. I’m glad you could meet for lunch.” He says while chuckling.

“What are you laughing about?”

“I’m not sure you and Kat can handle working together. If you have lunches like this all the time, no one will get any work done.”

“We were celebrating. She is so freaking happy, Anthony. I’m so happy for them.”

“Did she tell you we are transferring you to Ahz so you two can work together?” As soon as he says the word “transfer,” I break into a fit of tears. Thank goodness we are pulling into the garage. He throws the car in park, unbuckles me, and awkwardly pulls me over the gearshift and into his lap.

“What’s wrong, Em?” His hand goes directly to my cheek and pulls my head around so he can see my face.

The tears stream down my face. I try to talk but can only get a word or two out at a time. “I… thought I… would… be happy, but now… I won’t… see you all day long.” I bury my head in his chest and continue to cry.

I don’t know how we got out of the car or how he carried me downstairs. It took him only minutes to undress me and put me in bed. The last thing I remember is him telling me he loved me and that everything would be okay.

I wake up a couple of hours later with a massive headache. Throwing on a robe, I walk upstairs in search of Anthony and an aspirin. As I near his office, I hear him on the phone. His voice sounds full of concern.

“Mom, I don’t know what to do. She seemed so miserable this past week. I don’t know how to help her. I love her so much, but maybe I’m not enough. This is all new territory for me.” There is a pause in his conversation. I don’t want to eavesdrop, so I step into the doorway to let him know I’m up. His head pops up, and he looks at me. His eyes find mine, and a smile emerges from his lips. He gestures for me to come to him. “Hey, Mom? Thanks for everything. Em just got up from her nap, so I’m going to hang up. I love you.” He hangs up the phone and pulls me into his lap.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

“I feel like I never want to have another drink again. I don’t know why I thought three margaritas at lunch was a good idea, but we got to talking, and I kept ordering.” Anthony transfers me from his lap to his desk. He pulls my tie loose and lets the robe fall open. His hands reach inside and gently stroke my sides. The minute he touches me, I feel my body respond. I let my head fall back as I inhale. “Mmm,” escapes my lips. He rolls his chair forward and presses his lips to my stomach.

“You have bewitched me. I don’t know what to do with you, and yet I can’t think of ever living without you.”

“You don’t have to live without me. I’m yours. Remember that movie that said something like, ‘You had me when you said hello’?” I run my hands through his hair. “Well, you had me the minute I picked up the phone.” I lean down to kiss him and feel my head throb from the motion. “I have a headache, and I’m told that sex is good for pain.”

“Say no more. I aim to please.” He picks me up and carries me not downstairs, as I would expect, but down to the beach. As the sun sinks into the blue ocean, the sky ignites with color. Flames oforange and red shoot out of the water, lighting up the sky as if the water was on fire. He sets me on my feet and disrobes me. Once he places my white robe on the sand, he gently lays me down on top of it.

“This is what we should have been doing yesterday. I believe I was lying just over there, panting your name,” I say, remembering how I felt under his body then.

“I think in about two minutes, you will be panting over here, yelling my name.”

Just the mental picture of what he is painting makes me moan with need. His clothes drop around him, and he stands naked in front of me. He kneels between my legs and peppers my face with soft kisses. I pull my hair back and out of the way to expose my neck. I love it when he kisses my neck. He understands without words and runs his tongue from the base of my neck to my ear. I feel him pull my earlobe into his mouth and bite gently. His tongue runs along my jaw to my chin and delivers him back to my mouth, where he kisses me deeply.

I feel his hardness against me. It needs no guide to know how to get home. He nudges at the edge of my sex and retreats. Each push penetrates a little deeper. Every time he pulls back, his penis grabs my moisture. With the roll of his hips, the velvet head of his shaft glides across my wet folds and massages me. He knows how much that drives me crazy. My body quivers with need as he teases me.

His arms are shaking with the strain of keeping his body elevated over mine. Tired of waiting for him, I grab him by the ass and pull him hard into me. He gasps as his body collapses on top of mine. I feel the weight of him crushing me into the soft sand beneath my robe. He moves in a steady rhythm as he loves me completely. Every move of his body is a silent message. Every thrust screams the words,I love you.

I can feel his body tense. I love that feeling just before he releases when everything is on fire, and every cellis awake. He shifts slightly so the friction is centered perfectly. I feel the ground fall away as my orgasm glides over the edge. I dig my nails into his shoulders, trying to hold on to something solid while I fall through space. I look into his eyes as he loses himself in me. Feeling the pulse of his climax as his hot release coats me. He calls out my name, and my heart twists at the amount of love I feel for this man.

We lie in each other’s arms as the sun completely disappears and the stars twinkle. I think this may be my favorite moment so far.

“Take me into the water,” I tell him as I try to stand on wobbly legs.

“You don’t like the ocean.”

“No, but I love a man who loves the ocean. And I will learn to love what he loves. Take me to the water, but don’t let me down.”

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