Insufferable Proximity 2 (16 page)

“It won’t be much longer, I’m almost done. I’m trying to do the right thing by you. I’m trying not to let my sex drive fuck things up. It
always
fucks things up!”

“Give me a kiss and not just a peck on the lips.” She stepped dangerously close to him, “I want a real kiss.”

“Not now, it will have to wait until later.” He couldn’t risk giving her the type of kiss that she wanted. A kiss like that was a one-way ticket to sex.

“No, I’m done waiting! You can’t introduce me to sex and then force me to be abstinent! Do you have any idea how many orgasms you forced me to have during that contract? You forced me to see what I was missing; there is no way in hell that I will let you deprive me of what I want! I am prepared to fight you for this, Mr. King.” She stood her ground, and he could hear her hostility laced with her need.

He felt the pre-cum gather in the head of his cock. She was on fire, and she was ready for war. He loved to see her like this; her passion had always been contagious.

Look away! Look away!
his mind screamed.

“I can’t do this…I have to go,” he said in a rushed tone.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

He turned to leave the room, but she quickly blocked the door with her body. Julian wasn’t sure if he wanted to reach for the door handle or her breast. The tiny tank top she wore wasn’t transparent, but was sheer enough to break his will.

"Move,” he demanded as he felt his willpower begin to waiver.

Heaven smiled as she shook her hips provocatively. "Did you mean move like this?"

"I meant move away from the door."

"No," she said as she pushed her panties lower. She slid them as low as they would go without exposing anything.

"If you don't move, then I’ll move you,” he threatened her, although he was afraid to touch her. He knew the moment he laid his hands on her that he would want to do more.

“Please do,” she antagonized him as she leaned back against the door. “Besides, how far can you move me? We’re still chained together.”

“Give me the key.”

“No!”

"I should be concentrating on securing this house, but all I can think about is fucking you!" he roared as he felt his control rapidly declining.

"So, then fuck me,” she provoked him. She wanted him, and she wanted him right now.

"If I start, I won’t stop," he said as he felt his cock begin to pulse.

"Good, I don’t want you to stop."

She slowly slid her free hand into her panties while keeping eye contact with him. She smiled as she watched his pale gray eyes spark with lust.

"Stop." He needed to make her stop.

"Make me."

Although he needed her to stop, he couldn’t physically stop her. If he put his hand in her panties, he would only replace her fingers with his. If he touched her, he would never be able to stop; he’d been holding back way too long for that. He felt his blood boil below his skin as he watched her fingers move below the fabric. He was ready to rip them off and insert his own fingers. He was trying to do the right thing, but she was making it extremely difficult.

You will no longer allow your cock to make decisions for you, man!
his mind screamed.

“You have to stop,” he pleaded.

“No.” She could see his willpower begin to crumble.

“I have to go.” His eyes were trained on her hand. “Give me the fucking key.”

“I refuse to give you the key, but what I will give you is…
me
. I’ll even let you do whatever you want to do to me.” She pulled her hand out of her panties and wiped her fingers across his lips.

That was all that Julian could take. The thought of securing the house no longer existed in his lust-addled brain. The smell of her sex erased his good sense, good intentions and anything else that prevented him from fucking her.

Without another thought, he grabbed her face and stepped closer to her. He crushed his lips to hers and began to kiss her savagely. He pinned her against the door as he shoved his hand into her panties. He deepened his kiss as he slid his finger between the lips of her sex. He moaned into her mouth, and she gasped into his as his finger slid deep inside of her.

She wrapped her arm around his neck, wanting to be as close to him as possible. The taste of his mouth was as comforting as the finger he wiggled inside of her. Waiting for him had become unbearable; she felt as if she’d been dying inside. Now, she felt revived as the lust raced through her veins like electricity. As he deepened the kiss, the sparks increased, soaring from her mouth, through her body and down to her sex. She moaned as he slid his finger in and out of her. She knew that his need was as intense as hers, she could feel it.

He crushed her against the door with his large, muscular body. He forced his finger in to the hilt as his mouth continued to brutalize hers. He kissed her as if he’d been deprived of her kiss for years. He was frenzied and starved for her. He touched her as if it were the first time and the last. He touched her as if he were exploring precious, new territory, and he touched her as if he would never be able to touch her again.

He groaned as he increased the speed, using his thumb to circle her clit. He used his cuffed hand to hold her up when she began to slide down the door. He refused to let up; he deepened the kiss and increased the pressure.

She cried out into his mouth as she felt the pressure reach its peak. Her cry turned to a scream as the orgasm rocked her body.

Although he slowed down, he refused to stop until her body was still. When she was limp, he broke the kiss and removed his fingers. He grinned when she sighed, and her eyelashes fluttered.

“Give me the key.”

She pulled out the clip that had been holding her hair back, and handed it to him.

He saw the key taped to the inside of the large clip, and as he got the key, he broke the clip. He quickly unlocked the handcuff from his wrist, but not hers.

Julian went to his knees, took the side of her panties into his mouth and used his teeth to rip them apart. He yanked them from her body and tossed them to the floor. As he stood back up, he put his hand below her ass and lifted her against the door. He grabbed her other leg and pulled it up as he pushed his lower torso between her thighs; he then trailed his hand across her thigh to her sex. He slipped his fingers between her lips to lightly pinch her overstimulated clit. Her body bounced and her hips twitched in reaction. He smiled and spread her lips wider as he positioned his thick cock at her opening.

She felt her body turn to liquid as he popped the head of his cock inside of her. She felt the fluttering begin low in her belly as he slowly slid its thick length into her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tightly as he impaled her.

“Oh god,” she cried as she arched her back, her fingers digging into his neck.

He grabbed her legs and spread them wide as he drove into her. His fingers bit into her skin, and her legs spread wider with each thrust.

She could feel every thick inch of his engorged cock sliding against her silky inner walls. The friction was maddening; it was relieving the itch that had been building all week. She wiggled her hips and clamped down on her sex, trying to keep him still. She wanted that fullness, that stretch that proved they had become one.

He knew what she wanted, and he tried to hold still, but he couldn’t. He gripped her hips and began to pump wildly into her. For two weeks he’d held back, and for two weeks he’d suffered from horrific withdrawals. Now he was making up for that absence. He bounced her up and down, forcing her to slide up and down the door.

“I missed you,” he groaned. He bent down so he could get in a better position to fuck her deeper. “You feel so fucking good.”

He knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. She felt so good that he wanted to make it last as long as he could. His plan was cut short when she started to orgasm; he lost control and immediately ejaculated.

“Oh fuck,” he howled as it shot out of his dick like a liquid bullet.

Heaven collapsed against him, thankful that he was able to hold her up. He withdrew his cock from her but still held her.

“Don’t even think about leaving,” she whispered as she nuzzled against his neck.

“There’s no way I can leave, not now.” He held Heaven tightly as he rose to his full height.

She pulled back to look at him. “Not ever.”

“I’m going to hire some more help to finish security,” he finally caved in.

“Finally.” She smiled as he carried her to the bed. “I appreciate what you’re doing, but I would rather keep you close and let someone else work on it.”

“You don’t have a choice anymore, Princess, you’re stuck with me now.” He sat her on the bed and then sat beside her.

“Good, because we have two weeks to make up for,” she smiled as she trailed her fingers up his thigh.

***

Just as Julian had predicted, he was unable to pull himself from Heaven. His cock had a mind of its own and refused to leave the cradling warmth of her body. He called to his cousins and told them he would need a day or two. He also agreed to let Royce call the security company he’d investigated. Royce used the company at his own home and business, and he fully believed in them.

“I have no self-control,” he said as he began to pull out of her.

“I’m beginning to realize that self-control is overrated.” She breathed deeply as he slid his thick erection back inside her. She arched her back as she felt every inch of his rigid cock fill her.

“Although I agree,” he pulled halfway out before slamming back inside of her, “your safety is more important than sex.”

“I’m safe with you,” she gasped as she rolled her hips with his thrust.

“You’ll always be safe with me.” He held her tightly and stared into her eyes.

“I love you.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to plant a kiss on his lips.

***

Gloria Gray had come to clear out her locker and desk. She was Gavin Grant’s secretary, and his imprisonment obliterated her position. She was angry and ready to cry. She had just broken up with her boyfriend, had tried to reform her bad ways, and now she was out of a job. She was riddled with anxieties; she had been born and bred in pure poverty and vowed never to return. One way or another, she would survive. She wasn’t as desperate anymore, and wouldn’t settle for selling her valuable assets to put food on the table. It would be hard to find another job as good as this, and she knew she would have to downgrade her lifestyle. She would rather survive on only the necessities than go back to that way of life.

“There you are,” Ian said after he walked into the employee lounge. “My father hired Clive Baker, he starts tomorrow. Ms. Deville spoke to him and recommended he keep you on as his secretary—he agreed.”

“You’re kidding me?”

“No, he’ll be here first thing in the morning.”

“Thank you so much!” she squealed as she threw her arms around him. “I thought I would be fired.”

“No, you’re a valuable member of this team, Miss Gray,” Ian said, feeling his body react to the beautiful girl pressed against him. He couldn’t resist hugging her in return.

“Thank you,” she purred before kissing his cheek.

He smiled. “You’re very welcome.”

“You know, I’m still available to help you whenever you need it. Working with you has been great, you’ve taught me a lot.” She smiled warmly.

“Yes, I’m sure I’ll need your help in the near future.” Ian blushed and left the room before he said something he might regret.

Gloria smiled to herself. Ian was nice, and he always looked out for her. She had learned a lot during the time they had worked together, and she wished she were his secretary.

The Trial

It was the day of Gavin Grant’s trial. Everyone at the King Law Firm was watching the television in the employee lounge, waiting for the live trial to start.

Suddenly, there was a collective silence as the guards brought Gavin into the courtroom. Everyone was shocked to see the normally well-dressed and clean-cut Gavin Grant looking scruffy in his government-issued jumpsuit.

“What a monster.” Gloria shook her head as she snacked on potato chips.

“I hope they give him life without the possibility of parole,” Adele said in disgust as she sipped her iced coffee.

“And I hope he gets his ass beat in prison,” Reese said, frowning.

“Or finds a boyfriend,” Adele chuckled.

Ian had gone to work, but he was feeling antsy. Even though he and Julian hadn’t had a chance to talk, he wanted to be at the courtroom with his brother. He wanted to give Julian his support and let him know that he had his back. He had a lifetime of making up to do, and he would take it at Julian’s pace. It was the least he could do.

He sat in his office, watching the live trial on his computer.

***

“I want this over fast, Stanley,” Ayden said in the privacy of the judge’s chambers.