She dragged her tongue across her bottom lip. “My father had an envelope hidden away inside his locked room. I was meant to find it. With Brooke missing, I barely looked at the contents, but there were financial documents and what looked like property deeds. We need to return to Los Angeles.”
As her suggestion settled in my mind, I raised my glass. “Excellent thought, but you will be on a short leash.”
Fallon threw up her hands. “I’m not trying to run. Just yet anyway.”
Laughing, I took a deep breath. “Alright. LA it is. However, if we get married, there will be some rules established.”
“I would expect nothing less from you.” Her laugh sparked something deep and fierce within me. Not just the need to protect as before, but the need to possess.
And not on a temporary basis.
I eased her drink from her hand, placing both on the credenza.
When I took her hand, she tried to pull away, the mischief in her eyes already driving me crazy. “I don’t think you’re going to get away from me, my soon to be wife.”
“So you’ve accepted the deal?”
“We’ll see. But on my terms.” I yanked her against me, tangling my fingers in her hair.
“No, on my terms.”
“Nice try, lady, but this is my house. My rules.”
“You just think you’re in charge.”
Every challenging moment with her brought out the worst in me. But when she was like this, she brought out my dominating side. Tonight was no exception. I dragged her closer to the desk, raking my hand over the surface. As pictures flew off the edge, floating toward the floor, she burst into laughter.
“Are you hungry tonight?”
“Famished. You refused to eat dinner with me, so I lost my appetite.” With an evil grin on my face, I ripped off her shirt, exposing her luscious breasts. She gasped the moment I cuppedthem, yelping when a rumble of thunder vibrated the floor beneath us. “Don’t worry, my sweet. I’ll protect you.”
“I’m more worried about you needing protection.” She attempted to take control, yanking at my shirt.
I shoved her hands away and pitched her across the desk. “You’re not in control.” When I ripped her shorts down, taking her lacy thong with them, she laughed nervously. I’d hungered for three days. Three full days of absolute torture. Now I needed my thirst quenched.
As I lifted her legs, bending them at the knee, she immediately arched her back. The sight of her sweet pussy made my mouth water. Far too hungry to wait for a second longer, I buried my face into her wetness.
The aroma was even sweeter than before, the nectar of the gods. I swirled my tongue around her clit several times before taking the tender tissue into my mouth.
She squirmed and moaned, flailing her arms out and knocking the lamp over. As soon as it crashed onto the floor, the bulb exploded, leaving us in darkness. With the lightning still crisscrossing the sky, the luminescent highlights created the perfect atmosphere for a feast.
And I indulged like the ruthless man she’d come to know. I licked all the way down, my tongue tingling from her juice.
With every whimper she issued, I was pulled further into a frenzy. I drove two fingers inside her tight channel, flexing them open as I pumped voraciously.
“God. Oh, God.”
Laughing softly, I blew across her pussy, marveling in every sound she made. I lifted her pelvis off the desk, spreading her even further open. I needed every single inch exposed. She was mine. All fucking mine. And no one would ever try to take her away, lest they die.
Plain and simple.
I added a third and fourth finger while teasing her asshole with my thumb. She went wild, bucking hard against my hold. I took my time, bringing her to the point of an orgasm then pulling back.
“Fuck. You’re driving me… crazy,” she murmured and tossed her head back and forth.
“Exactly what you deserve for tormenting me for days.”
“You deserved it.”