I bucked into his next thrust and nearly came. Gideon knew my body so well, knew all its secrets and erogenous zones. He was expertly stroking his cock inside me, rubbing over and over the tender bundle of nerves that quivered in delight.
Rolling his hips, he screwed into me, exploiting other spots. I made a plaintive sound, on fire for him, desperately infatuated. My fingers cramped with the grip I had on my pillow, my head thrashing against the driving need to orgasm. He could get me there just by rubbing inside me, the only man who’d ever been skilled enough to give me an intense vaginal orgasm.
“Don’t come,” he repeated, his voice hoarse. “Make it last.”
“I c-can’t. It feels too good. God, Gideon…” Tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes. “I…I’m lost in you.”
I cried softly, afraid to say the other L-word too soon and risk upsetting the delicate balance between us.
“Oh, Eva.” He rubbed his cheek against my damp face. “I must’ve wished for you so hard and so often you had no choice but to come true.”
“Please,” I begged softly. “Slow down.”
Gideon lifted his head to look at me, choosing that moment to pinch my nipples with just enough force to inflict a hint of pain. The tender muscles inside me clenched down so hard that his next thrust caused him to groan.
“Please,” I pled again, trembling with the effort to stave off my building climax. “I’m going to come if you don’t slow down.”
His gaze was hot on my face, his hips still lunging in a measured tempo that was slowly stealing my sanity. “Don’t you want to come, Eva?” he purred in that voice that could lure me into hell with a dreamy smile. “Isn’t that what you’ve been working toward all night?”
My neck arched as his lips drifted across my throat. “Only when you say I can,” I gasped. “Only…when you say.”
“Angel.” One hand moved to my face, brushing back the strands of hair that clung to the perspiration on my skin. He kissed me deeply, reverently, licking deep into my mouth.
Yes…
“Come for me,” he coaxed, quickening his pace. “Come, Eva.”
On command, the orgasm struck me like a blow, shocking my system with an overload of sensation. Wave after wave of pulsing heat rolled through me, contracting my sex and tightening my core. I cried out, first with an inarticulate sound of agonized pleasure, then with his name. Chanting it over and over as he drove his beautiful cock into me, prolonging my climax, before pushing me into another one.
“Touch me,” he rasped, as I fell apart beneath him. “Hold me.”
Freed from his command to hold the pillow, I bound him to my sweat-slick body with arms and legs. He pounded deep and hard, driving strenuously toward his climax.
He came with a growl, his head thrown back as he spurted into me for long minutes. I held him until our bodies cooled and our breathing evened.
When Gideon finally rolled off me, he didn’t go far. He wrapped himself around my back and whispered, “Sleep now.”
I don’t remember if I stayed awake long enough to reply.
18
Monday mornings could be awesome, when they began with Gideon Cross. We rode to work with my back propped against his side and his arm slung over my shoulder so that his fingers could link with mine.
As he toyed with the ring he’d given me, I kicked out my legs and eyed the classic nude heels he’d bought me along with some outfits to wear on the occasions I slept over. To start out the new week, I’d decided on a black pinstriped sheath dress with a thin blue belt that reminded me of his eyes. He had excellent taste; I had to give him that.
Unless he was sending one of his brunette “acquaintances” out on buying sprees…?
I pushed the unpleasant thought aside.
When I’d checked out the drawers he had set aside for me in his bathroom, I found all of my usual cosmetics and toiletries in all my usual shades. I didn’t bother to ask how he knew, which might’ve led to me freaking out. Instead, I chose to look at it as more proof of his attentiveness. He thought of everything.
The highlight of my morning had been helping Gideon dress in one of his seriously sexy suits. I’d buttoned his shirt; he’d tucked it into his pants. I’d fastened his fly; he had knotted his tie. He’d shrugged into his vest; I’d smoothed the finely tailored material over his equally fine shirt, amazed to find that it could be just as sexy putting clothes on him as it was to take them off. It was like wrapping my own gift.
The world would see the beauty of the packaging, but only I knew the man inside it and how precious he was. His intimate smiles and his deep husky laugh, the gentleness of his touch and the ferocity of his passion were all reserved for me.
The Bentley bounced lightly over a pothole in the road and Gideon tightened his hold. “What’s the plan after work?”
“I get to start my Krav Maga classes today.” I couldn’t keep the excitement out of my voice.
“Ah, that’s right.” His lips brushed over my temple. “You know I’m going to have to watch you go through drills. Just thinking about it makes me hard.”
“Didn’t we already establish that everything makes you hard?” I teased, nudging him with my elbow.
“Everything about you. Which is lucky for us, since you’re insatiable. Text me when you’re done and I’ll meet you at your place.”
Digging in my purse, I pulled out my smartphone to see if it still had a charge and saw a message from Cary. I opened it and found a video plus a text; Does X know his bro is a douche? Stay away from CV, baby girl *smooches*
I started the playback but it took me a minute to figure out what I was seeing. When comprehension set in, I froze.
“What is it?” Gideon asked with his lips in my hair. Then he stiffened behind me, which told me he was looking over my shoulder.
Cary had filmed the video at the Vidal’s garden party. From the eight-foot-high hedges in the background, he was in the maze, and from the leaves framing the screen, he was in hiding. The star of the show was a couple locked in a passionate embrace. The woman was beautifully teary, while the man kissed over her frantic words and soothed her with gentle strokes of his hands.
They were talking about me and Gideon, talking about how I was using my body to get my hands on his millions.
“Don’t worry,” Christopher crooned to a distraught Magdalene. “You know Gideon gets bored fast.”
“He’s different with her. I-I think he loves her.”
He kissed her forehead. “She’s not his type.”
The fingers I had linked with Gideon’s tightened.
As we watched, Magdalene’s demeanor slowly changed. She began to nuzzle into Christopher’s touch, her voice softening, her mouth seeking. To an observer, it was clear he knew her body well-where to pet and where to rub. When she responded to his skilled seduction, he lifted her dress and fucked her. That he was taking advantage of her was obvious. It was there in the contemptuously triumphant look on his face as he screwed her until she was limp.
I didn’t recognize the Christopher on the screen. His face, his posture, his voice…it was like he was a different man.
I was grateful when my smartphone battery died and the screen abruptly winked off. Gideon wrapped his arms around me.
“Yuck,” I whispered, snuggling carefully into him so I didn’t get makeup on his lapel. “Majorly creepy. I feel bad for her.”
He exhaled harshly. “That’s Christopher.”
“Asshole. That smug look on his face-Ugh.” I shuddered.
Pressing his lips to my hair, he murmured, “I thought Maggie would be safe from him. Our mothers have known each other for years. I forget how much he hates me.”