Naked (10 page)

“Let’s plan to go together—make a night of it.  I want a new dress though.  You wanna set up a shopping expedition too?”  Gaby looked and sounded too damn excited for me to say no.

“Sounds excellent, Gab.  I need some distractions from my suddenly more complicated life.”  I tilted my head and mouthed the word, ‘Ethan.’

Gaby gave me the once-over and crossed her arms.  “What happened with you two?”

“He wants a relationship.  Like a real one where we sleep over and cook dinner and watch TV.”

“And lots and lots of hot orgasmic sex,” Gaby added and then held out her arms to me.  “Come here.  You look like you need a hug.”

I went into her embrace and held on tightly to my friend.  “I’m scared, Gab,” I whispered at her ear.

“I know, sweetie.  But I’ve seen you with him.  I’ve seen how he looks at you.  Maybe this is the big one.  You won’t know unless you try.”  She touched my face.  “I’m happy for you, and I think you’ve got to go with a little leap of faith here.  So far Mr. Blackstone is on my good list.  If that should change or if he hurts one smooth hair on your innocent head, then his pretty-boy balls are gonna be transformed into a set of Klik-Klaks.  And please tell him I said that.”

“God, I love you, woman!”  I laughed and headed off to class, thinking about how I would break the news to Ethan.

Three hours later he sent a text.

Ethan Blackstone: <---misses Brynne.  When will I see u?

I smiled as I read the words.  He missed me and he wasn’t afraid to say it.  Ethan’s direct approach did wonders toward calming my nerves and fears about a relationship together, I must admit.  I gathered my resolve and replied.

Brynne Bennett: <---is :)  Very soon if ur not 2 busy.  Can I come 2 ur office?

My phone lit up almost immediately with an emphatic
YES
along with instructions of where to go, elevator to take, plans to feed me lunch—typical modus operandi for my Ethan.  That made me smile too. 
Did I just say
my
Ethan?
  I so did—I realized as I ducked into the Underground station and began descending stairs.

I wanted to stop at a pharmacy to get my new prescription filled along the way, so I hopped off the Tube two stations later.  Heading back up to the street, I entered a
Boots
and dropped off the script.  I grabbed a shopping basket and browsed while I waited for the pharmacist to fill it.  An idea formed in my mind and I went with it, plucking items from the shelves and dropping them into my basket.

In the checkout line to pay, I noticed a big guy behind me waiting with his lone bottle of water.  Well, I really noticed his tattoo.  He had a beauty on the inside of his forearm—a perfect rendition of Jimi Hendrix’s signature, the big swirl of the
J
as clear as if Jimi had scrawled it himself.  “Nice tat,” I said to him, noticing how really huge he was.  At least six five, solid muscle, with spiked white-blonde hair and a face that exuded confidence—this was a guy you did not mess with.

“Thank you.”  His nearly black eyes softened just a bit and he asked, “Are you a fan?”

His British accent soothed me for some reason, again totally at odds with his physical appearance.  “Massive fan,” I answered with a smile before heading out to get back on the Tube.

I plugged into my iPod on the train.  Might as well listen to some Jimi and think about what to tell Ethan when I saw him.

Blackstone Security was in Bishopsgate at the center of old London with all of the other modern skyscrapers.  Somehow this was not a surprise to me as I tried to picture Ethan behind a desk—in a sexy suit—and smelling delicious.  I exited the Tube at the Liverpool Street station and started walking up to street level.  I stumbled on a crack in the concrete step and grasped for the handrail.  My knees were spared but my shopping bag dumped out, contents scattering.  I muttered a curse as I turned to bend down to retrieve everything and faced the same guy I’d seen in line at Boots with the Hendrix tat.

He efficiently helped me with my stuff and handed the bag to me.  “Watch your step,” he said softly and continued on up the stairs.

“Thank you,” I called to his retreating back, muscles rippling under a black dress shirt.  I’d barely made it out to the sidewalk when my phone started buzzing.

Ethan Blackstone: <--- is worried.  Where r u?

Brynne Bennett: <--- is almost there.  Patience!!!!

The marquee in the lobby listed Blackstone Security International on floors forty through forty-four, but Ethan had told me to find him on the forty-fourth.  I walked up to security and gave my name.  The guard smiled slightly and handed me a pen to sign in.  “Mr. Blackstone is expecting you, Miss Bennett.  If you’ll just step this way, I’ll create your badge so you may just scan through on future visits.”

“Oh…all right.”  I let the man do his job and within minutes I was gliding up to the forty-fourth floor sporting my own Blackstone Security ID badge.  My heart pounded a little faster the closer I got to my destination.  I swallowed a few times and rearranged my black leather jacket.  The black skirt and red boots paired with it were not slum wear by any stretch of the imagination, but I wasn’t dressed for a business office either.  I felt suddenly self-conscious and hoped people didn’t stare at me.  I hate that.

With my purse on my shoulder and my Boots shopping bag in my hand I stepped out of the elevator and walked into a very sleek and artfully designed space.  There were black and white framed photographs of architectural wonders from all over the world on the walls, big glass windows looking out over the city, and a very pretty redhead behind the desk.

“Brynne Bennett here to see Mr. Blackstone.”

She looked me over pretty thoroughly before getting up from her desk.  “Oh he’s expecting you, Miss Bennett.  I’ll take you back through to his office.”  She smiled as she held the door for me.  “I hope you like Chinese.”

I followed her and dismissed the comment, but not because I didn’t want to answer, but because everyone was watching us.  Every head at every workstation turned in our direction and stared.  I wanted to sink through a crack in the floor and hide.  That would be after I killed Ethan.  What the hell had he done?  Announced in a mass email that his
girlfriend
was stopping by to give him a blow job in his office?  I felt my face heat up as I followed the cute receptionist who did indeed have an engagement ring on her left hand.  I probably only noticed because I refused to look up at all those faces.  “Wow…quite a welcome wagon you’ve got here,” I muttered.

“Don’t worry, they’re just curious to see who’s got the boss’s attention is all.  I’m Elaina by the way.”

“Brynne,” I said.  She stopped and knocked on a magnificent set of ebony double doors before entering.

“And this is Frances, Mr. Blackstone’s assistant.  Frances, Miss Bennett has arrived.”

“Thank you, Elaina,” Frances smiled and addressed me.  “Miss Bennett, it is a pleasure to meet you.”  She extended her hand and shook firmly.  I wondered if it was very bad to love the fact that Ethan’s personal assistant was probably older than my mother and a fan of polyester suits.  My insecurity meter shot down a few notches as I smiled back at Frances.  Still, she was kind and confident as the ruler of her domain when she pointed to the second set of doors.  “Please go on in, dear.  He’s been waiting for you.”

I opened the heavy looking door that was so smooth my pinky could have pushed it, and fled inside to Ethan’s office.  I shut the thing and collapsed against it, seeking him with my eyes closed and finding him with my nose.

“That’s right.  Keep on with what you’re doing.  Yes.  I want hourly reports when you’re in the field.  Protocol...”  He was on the phone with somebody.  I opened my eyes and watched him from my post against his office door.  So confident and beautiful in his dark grey pinstripe.  And low and behold, another purple tie!  This one so dark it was nearly black, but man did it look good on him.  He ended the call and looked over at me.  I felt the door click against my back.  He grinned with one eyebrow up.  I glared back at him.

“All those people staring at me, Ethan!  What did you do, send an email to the whole frickin’ office?”

“Come over here and sit on my lap.”  He pushed back from his big desk and made room for me.  No reaction to my accusation whatsoever.  Just a confident demand out of that beautiful mouth that I come over to him immediately.

Well I did it.  I marched my red boots over to him and plopped down as ordered.  He put his arms around me and tugged me into his body for a kiss.  It helped my mood considerably.

“I might have let it slip to a few that you were coming to see me.”  He pushed a hand up my thigh and under my skirt, his temperature hot to my feeling.  “Don’t be mad at me.  You took forever to get here and I had to keep checking up front with Elaina to see if you’d arrived.”

“Ethan?  What are you doing?” I murmured against his lips as his hand kept trailing those long fingers toward their destination.  He forced my legs to part so he could get up in between them to my pussy.

“Just touching what’s mine, baby.”  He traced my folds through the red lace panties I’d worn and then pushed the material aside.

I flexed my muscles in anticipation and panted harder.  “How many times did you go out to check for me?”

“Only a few…four or five.”  His finger found my clit and starting rubbing circles over the now slick bundle of nerves, making me incoherent as usual.

“That’s a lot of times, Ethan…”  I barely got the words out I was so captured by the pleasure going on from his magic fingers.  I opened my legs a little wider and rode his hand.  “The door—”

“—is locked, baby. Don’t think about anything but me and what I’m doing.”  Ethan gripped me hard with one hand and captive with the other.  There was nothing for me to do
but
focus on where he was taking me.  He switched to his thumb and rubbed a little harder.  Two fingers entered on a slick slide and started stroking.  “You’re so fucking wet for me.”  He slammed his mouth onto mine and claimed that too.

I cried out as I came atop Ethan’s lap with his fingers inside my pussy and his tongue in my mouth, totally overcome and dominated.  And very satisfied.  He held me firmly like he was afraid I would try to leave, but he needn’t have worried.

I breathed deeply, the sensations still filtering through my bloodstream as I tried to process his effect on me.  I had no self-control around Ethan.  None.

I looked at him when I could manage it and got drilled by those incredibly blue eyes of his.  “Your hand must be a mess,” I said, knowing what he’d said was true.  I
was
soaking wet.

He grinned naughtily and wiggled his fingers still inside me.  “I love precisely where my hand is right now.  I wish it was this though.”  He thrust his cock up against my ass and I didn’t doubt he did.  I could feel how hard he was and shivered.

“But—we’re in—it’s your office.”

“I know, but that door is locked and nobody can see in here.  We’re totally private.”  He nuzzled my neck and whispered, “Just you and me.”

I moved to get off him but he held me firm, a flicker of displeasure crossing his eyes.  I tried again and he let me go this time.  I slid to the floor to my knees and faced his crotch, my body mostly hidden behind his desk.  I put my hands over his erection and pressed.  I looked up at him and saw the look of want and desire in his eyes and knew what I needed to do.  “Ethan…I want to suck—”

“Yes!”  It was all the direction I needed.  I unbuckled and unzipped and uncovered my prize.  God he had a beautiful penis.  Ethan hissed when I took him in hand and licked the tip, loving the salty taste of his flesh.  I pulled back and looked some more.  This thing had been inside me—a few times—and I’d never really gotten a good look.  He was big and hard and smooth as velvet.  I stroked him up the length and smiled up at him.  He was biting his lip and staring down at me like he could snap in two with the slightest pressure.

“You’re perfect,” I murmured, and then I closed my mouth over him and drew his beautiful pink cock into me.  Ethan gripped the chair and thrust to the back of my throat.  I worked him good, stroking with my hand and sucking him deep into my mouth.  With my tongue, I flicked over the big vein that fed his erection and heard him groan.  I didn’t stop my pace or where I was going with this.  It would be all-the-way-to-the-finish-line with me and I intended to get my way.

He must have read my body language because his hands moved to my head and held me as he fucked my mouth.  I took it all without gagging once and when his balls tightened up and I knew he was close, I gripped his hips hard with both hands so he couldn’t pull back.

“Oh, fuck I’m gonna go so hard!”  He stiffened to iron and spilled the warm essence down the back of my throat, holding my head with two hands as he climaxed.  “Jesus Christ… Brynne.”   He panted out deep gulping breaths.

I lifted my eyes when he left my mouth.  I swallowed slowly and saw his bottom lip tremble as he watched.  He pulled me toward him, up from the floor, both hands still holding the sides of my face and kissed me slow and deep and so sweetly, I soared at the gesture.  I was glad to have pleasured him.  It made me happy to make him happy.

Back on his lap again after restoring our clothes, we got comfortable and sat in his chair together.   He trailed his fingers in my hair and nibbled at my neck.  I played with his engraved silver tie clip that looked like something vintage and just let him hold me for a bit.  “This is beautiful,” I told him.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered against my ear.

“I love your office.  The photographs in reception are gorgeous.”

“I love it when you visit me at my office.”

“I can see that, Ethan.  You are quite…welcoming.”  I giggled at him.  He tickled me and let me squirm for a little too long in my opinion.  I smacked his hands away from my ribs.

“What did you bring me from your shopping?  I hope it’s a sweet,” he said reaching for the Boots bag.  “I like Jolly Ranchers.  Cherry is my favorite—”