The Owner of His Heart (5 page)

But he didn’t laugh with her. The time for jokes was over. “Take off your top.”

She did what he said, but so tentatively Nathan had to draw in a mental breath. She had never known the effect she had on him. Her unstudied innocence, so intoxicating he’d found it hard not to believe he wasn’t corrupting her somehow, even though she was standing in his office wet with her own need.

“For you,” she had said. His cock pulsed again, as if it had a mind of its own and would pull itself into her vagina if it came down to it, whether he wanted it to or not.

Layla started to unclasp her bra, but he said, “No, let me.”

He stepped up to her, letting her feel his erection against her stomach as he undid her bra. Her breasts, to his surprise, weren’t as good as they had been at the age of eighteen. They were better. Bigger now, with hard nipples that begged to be suckled on. He bent his head to one and took it in his mouth, while running his thumb over the other one.

“Oh!” she said with a throaty gasp. “That feels so good. Please.”

“There’s that word again,” he said. “Please what?”

“I don’t know,” she said.

“Do you want me inside of you?” He slipped two fingers into her as he asked her this, and his cock released a bit of pre-cum when she clenched around the two digits, pulling them deeper inside of her. “Obviously, you do.”

He had thought he’d take her on the desk the first time. That, after all, had been what he fantasized about during his cold showers. But the reality of Layla was altogether different. He found himself wanting to kiss her, even more than he wanted to take her from behind. She was already close, he could feel it. And he wanted to see her face when she came. Wanted to be inside her when it happened.

He captured her lips in his and pressed her back into the closest set of windows. Then he lifted her up and in one deft movement, moved her panties just low enough to slip her wet opening onto his dick.

She was so tight, he nearly loss control of himself. “Layla.” He said her name to keep himself from coming.

She locked her ankles behind his back, her pebbled nipples sliding up and down on his chest as she moved herself against him. “Nathan,” she groaned back. “Please, please!” she keened.

That sent them both into a frenzy, moving against each other mindlessly as they both sought release. But when he felt his own climax coming, Nathan captured her face in his hand, holding her head still, with his thumb on one cheek and his four fingers on the other.

“I’m coming,” he told her, his voice a harsh grunt. “Come with me. “

He yelled out, releasing into her in a white hot explosion of pent-up desire. “Come with me,” he said again.

And she did, helplessly biting into his hand as she did so, her face the very picture of pleasure as she milked his dick with her climax.

“You’re beautiful,” he told her, when she finally came down. “So damn beautiful.”

He rested his forehead against hers and whispered, “Now let’s do it again. On my desk.”

***

Layla had been a more-than-willing participant in sex with Nathan Sinclair, but she was still trying to figure out how all of this had happened. One moment, she was demanding answers from him, the next moment she was having the biggest orgasm of her life up against his office window.

He was still inside of her when he suggested the next position be at his desk, and she found herself, against all odds, clenching around his large cock at the mere thought of him taking her again. This version of her was so out of character she could barely look him in the eye as she said, “Okay, I’d like that. Thank you.”

“Thank you,” he repeated. “This sweet girl thing you do. That makes me wild. You know that don’t you?”

“How could I?” she asked. “I don’t remember you. All I know is the very little you’ve told me…and that I dream about you.”

His eyes darkened, and he gripped her tighter around the waist. “Tell me about these dreams you’ve been having about me.”

Layla cheeks heated with embarrassment, but he kept her pinned under his intense grey gaze, prodding her into a full confession. “It’s always the same,” she said. “We’re in a window seat in a room with a bunch of books in it. You’re on top me kind of. The window seat’s not long enough for us to lay down, so I’m sitting halfway up, and you’ve got one arm braced against the wall, as you pump into me.” She finally got herself to meet his gaze. “And it feels so good.”

Something dark and dangerous flashed behind his eyes as she told him this story, and his cock swelled inside of her.

“I thought it was a fantasy, but it wasn’t, was it? It was a memory.”

He looked away from her with his jaw clenched. “I want you again, but I can’t use the same condom,” he said.

He stroked into her one more tantalizing time before pulling out and setting her back down on her now very wobbly legs. When she teetered, he caught her up in his strong arms, bringing his lips so close to hers, before stopping himself. “No, if I start kissing you, we’ll be in dangerous territory again. Come over here.”

Without warning, he swept off half the contents on his desk. “Bend over,” he said, seemingly unconcerned about all of the expensive black and chrome objects he’d sent clattering to the floor.

Without thinking, Layla did exactly as he said, laying her face against the cool metal. Her nipples pebbled all over again when they made contact.

“Stay here,” she heard him say behind her. He traced a hand down her back and she could feel his gaze lingering on the place where the curve of her hip met her behind. But all he said was “I’ll be right back.”

There were footsteps and the sound of another door—most likely to an inner office bathroom she hadn’t noticed—closing.

Layla lay there with her eyes shut, spread out like a total hussy over Nathan Sinclair’s desk. She had the rather alarming thought that she hadn’t felt this happy, or this sexy and satisfied, in as long as she could remember.

But then she opened her eyes. As it turned out, Nathan hadn’t swept everything off his desk. The computer was still there, and so were all of his picture frames, including one that held a photo of Nathan and a pretty blond, who had to be at least four inches taller and four sizes smaller than her. But that wasn’t what made Layla suddenly snap out of her lust haze and stand up. What made her gather up all her clothes, hastily throwing them on as she ran out the door, was the fact that this picture of Nathan and the blond had obviously been taken at their wedding.

CHAPTER SEVEN

INSIDE his private office bathroom Nathan got rid of the condom and did his best to ignore his cock, which was painfully erect and practically screaming at him to go back out there to the delectable woman bent over his desk. He forced himself to splash some water on his face first. He had to calm down, he told himself, keep himself disengaged. He could have sex with Layla Matthews, but he couldn’t let her in like the last time.

This short trip to the bathroom, reminded him of the first and only double date he’d gone on with Andrew and Layla about three months after she and his brother officially started dating. Andrew had invited him to the Sinclair mansion’s game room for a round of pool and presented the double date as his idea, but it had only taken a few pointed questions on Nathan’s part to get to the real scheme.

“Layla thinks we should have a better relationship,” Andrew confessed. “She’s an only child and she doesn’t understand why we’re not closer.”

Nathan moved to the right side of the table to line up his shot. “And you do whatever Layla tells you to do, right?”

Andrew’s fingers tightened around his stick. “She’s had a hard life, and she doesn’t ask for much. I figured I could do this one thing for her.”

Nathan took his shot, but just missed sinking the green ball into a corner pocket. “And I’m sure the fact that you’re fucking her has nothing to do with all this altruism.”

Jealousy curdled in Nathan’s stomach at the thought of Andrew having access to something he wanted, something he wanted bad. His masturbation fantasies had been fully taken over by the few encounters he’d had with Layla, mostly glimpses and short conversations, before Andrew came down to collect her for their dates.

But when he looked to his brother for his response, he noticed Andrew just stood there, his demeanor stiff, which is how he acted when he was embarrassed.

Nathan stood up straight with the realization: “You haven’t had sex with her yet.”

Obviously agitated, Andrew set about lining up his own shot. “She’s not ready.”

“She’s a ripe college freshman. How much more ready can she be? I go through at least two of those a month.”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but she’s a virgin. I don’t want our first time together to be painful or uncomfortable for her, so I’m letting her set the pace.” He took his shot, but it only sent the ball he was aiming for bouncing off two walls before it came to a meek stop just a few inches away from a corner pocket.

This left the table open for an easy shot from Nathan, and he took it without hesitation. “Man, you’re whipped,” he said to his brother. “If it were me, I already would have tapped that so hard.”

He lined up his next shot, trying to ignore the thrill of possessive joy that lit up in his heart. Just because Layla and Andrew hadn’t had sex yet, didn’t mean he was any closer to making his fantasies come true with her. His thoughts darkened again. A girl like Layla would definitely want to give her virginity to a guy like Andrew. He still didn’t stand a chance with her.

He sank the last ball into the right side pocket, effectively winning the game.

Andrew huffed and put his stick away as if he were glad this farce of brotherly bonding were over. “Like I said, Layla doesn’t ask me for much. Can you just play along and not be an asshole? For once.”

Nathan had agreed to the double date, but only because he didn’t like this longing for someone he couldn’t have. Maybe, he told himself, spending more than five minutes in her company would finally kill his crazy lust for her.

He showed up to the date slightly tipsy, forty-five minutes late, with not one, but two dates in tow, his girlfriend of the moment and one of her friends, a pretty co-ed who she’d assured him would be open to a threesome later that night.

“How’s it going,” he asked them as he and his two dates settled in the booth. He peered at their dishes over his sunglasses. “I see you ordered without us.”

Layla moved closer to Andrew, rubbing his back in a pre-emptive bid to get him to stay calm. Nathan noticed her affectionate gesture, and felt his jealousy spike once again, even though, unlike Andrew, he was sitting next to two women who were actually willing to have sex with him.

“You’re late,” Andrew said, between gritted teeth. “We assumed you weren’t coming. And could you take off the sunglasses? It’s dark outside.”

Nathan’s answer to this was to slide them further up his nose and say, “I’ve got to take a piss.”

He climbed out of the booth. “Get whatever you girls want and a cheeseburger for me.”

“Okay,” his girlfriend of the moment agreed with a giggle.

He’d congratulated himself on finding yet another way to ruffle his straight-laced brother’s feathers in the bathroom. But when he came out, the co-ed had left and now only this month’s girlfriend was sitting on his side of the booth, looking uncomfortable and somber.

“What’s going on?” he asked her as he sat down.

Before she could answer, Layla covered her hand with hers and said, “Michelle has an essay due tomorrow, so she decided to cut out. I told her grades were more important than whatever she had planned with you two tonight. She’s on scholarship you know, so she really can’t afford to waste her time on…” She took a significant pause. “…people who might not have her best interests at heart.”

Nathan glanced at Andrew, who was slouched back in the booth and smirking at him. “That’s cool,” he said, refusing to blow up like Andrew obviously wanted him to. He took off his sunglasses and leaned toward Layla. “Maybe you can take her place.”

“Hey,” Andrew said, sitting up. “Don’t talk to her like that.”

Again Layla rubbed his back, soothing him with just the right touch. “It’s okay, I can take care of myself.” She turned her eyes back to his girlfriend. “No, I prefer to engage with people who actually care about me, so I’ll have to pass. Jessica, I think we have that in common, right? It’s better to be with someone who cares even a little about you than with someone who’s just using you for sex or who makes you feel like less of a human being. Right?”

Jessica nodded and said in a voice so soft he could barely hear her, “Right.”

“Oh, come on,” Nathan said.

This time Layla pinned Nathan with a look of blazing fury that took him by surprise. “No,
you
come on. Jessica is smart and generous. She deserves better. Do you care about her? Even a little?”

Jessica also turned toward him, waiting for his answer. And a thoroughly unfamiliar feeling assailed him: Guilt. “I don’t want to have this conversation,” he said, refusing to meet Jessica’s eyes.

Layla turned back to Jessica. “Do you care about Nathan?”

“I do,” Jessica said. “A lot.”

“Then, Nathan, you owe it to Jessica to tell her how you feel.”

“I don’t owe her anything. You’re the one who started this conversation.”

But then the normally up-for-anything Jessica surprised him by saying, “You can’t even say you care about me a little?”

He made a few calculations and decided to just go with the truth. “No, I can’t really say that. You’re a fun girl, but—”

She slapped across the face. “You’re an asshole, Nathan Sinclair. Let me out.” She pushed at him until he slid out of the booth, allowing her to slide out, too.

But before she left in a huff, she stopped long enough to say, “Thanks, Layla. It was great meeting you.”

“You, too,” Layla said.

They all watched her stomp out of the restaurant. The waiter chose that moment to come over with three plates of food.

“Oh, here’s your cheeseburger,” Layla said.