The plan had been to make her come. To give her such pleasure she couldn't say no to his proposition. But the more he pleased her, the stronger his own desire became. That's not how it usually worked for him. Not that he didn't enjoy lavishing attention on his partners, but this was different. He needed her to come.
"Daniel?"
"Yes?"
She turned to him and half opened her eyes. "You asked me what I wanted."
"You're right."
He left the pleasure of her heat to stand up and take off the rest of his clothes. Grabbing the big lavender towel off the bar behind him, he spread it open between his hands.
"Come," he whispered.
She braced her arms on the tub, then stood, rising like Venus, and he drank in the sight of her dripping and shiny. God dammit, she turned him on.
Carefully, she stepped onto the braided rug by her feet, th
"So how is the honeymoon going... Pregnant yet?" Emma asked smiling."You are crazy. It's been two weeks you idiot" Karen replied and Emma laughed. "I can't believe you haven't called me since I left. What kind of friend are you?""I would have loved to, but I wanted to let you enjoy your honeymoon. Hope you are good?""Yeah I am. It's great, we didn't really go out the first few days. I have a lot to tell you when I get back""Oh, I miss you, Karen. And I can't wait for you to get back. You are such a pain in the ass when you are around and yet when you are not I miss you so bad""I miss you too, babe. But you have Monica dear"."Monica never comes around these days. She is always with Tom.""Then you should go to Daniel. I saw you guys dance together""Yeah... Speaking of Daniel, I have stuff to tell you when you get back too" Emma said.
Daniel frowned. He had been anticipating … What?A blush at the very least! Some stumbled words which would acknowledge the amazing thing which had been happening between them. Maybe even a little pout of her lips to remind him of how good it had felt to kiss them. But not that cool and non-committal look which she was currently directing at him.It still shocked him that he felt so strongly about her. Sure, he had liked what he had seen since he met her, but after all that time together, whatever he felt for her was growing. He realized he wanted to spend more and more time with her. Why? He hadn't a clue. And who cared? She had said yes, even when he thought she would tell him to go to hell. And he was determined to make her happy about the decision."I want you in my office" he said and walked away.When Emma got to his office, he had taken off his suit and tie and was standing behind his desk."
“I feel like a zoo animal in a cage,” Emma muttered, lifting a glass of white wine to her lips. “They could at least be subtler about the staring.”The way people had been staring at them from the moment they arrived was making her uncomfortable and after three hours, she was ready to leave.Daniel arched an eyebrow, scanning the large formal room. Several pairs of eyes met, then slid away from his, caught ogling the newest couple in their midst. Satisfaction whispered through him. He didn't know why, but it did. He was glad she was with him. He didn't care about the gossip that would be circulating around.“They are wondering why you are with the beast,” he said grinning.“Probably.” Emma said.He snorted at her quick agreement, earning a dazzling smile from her. When she lifted her hands and settled them at his waist under his jacket, her fingernails digging into his skin through his shirt, he did
Daniel turned from his silent—okay, brooding— study of the scenery passing by the car window to look at Emma .She had been quiet since they had left the party ten minutes earlier. No, she had been distant since returning from the restroom.And Michelle had followed a couple minutes behind her, wearing a sly grin. Personal experience had taught him his ex could be a malicious bitch. Had she said something to Emma? Had Michelle hurt her? A wave of protectiveness had surged inside him, and he had just managed to check the impulse to drag Emma onto his lap and demand answers.To ease the tension that had strung her shoulders tight. To assure her that if Michelle had sharpened that dagger she called a tongue against Emma, he would fix it. Instead, he had remained sitting beside her at the table, until they could politely leave.Disgust ate at him like a caustic acid. Disgust with himself. He
As his hand slid down the curve of her ass, she pressed against him tighter. The hand on her behind was confident, so was the erection pressing against her hip. He moved just enough to start the friction, to get her motor purring. And then he pulled away, leaving her openmouthed and disappointed.His smile told her he wasn't finished … that he hadn't really started. His gaze told her he was going to make sure she never forgot this night.He slipped off his tuxedo jacket, then undid his tie. She didn't move a muscle, just watched as he continued to undress. It wasn't a striptease or anything. There were no bumps, no grinds. But it was incredibly sexy to watch this man reveal himself to her piece by piece.When the shirt came off, she had to steady herself against the bar behind her. Then his hand went to his belt. She whimpered. Held tight to the bar so if her legs gave out, she wouldn't fall and break something. H
He shook his head as he walked her over to the side of the pool. He set her down carefully so that her legs dipped in the pool. At the perfect height, the water lapped at her gently, teasing the soft cleft between her legs. Which, now that he thought about it, was his job.He got comfortable, ducking down in the pool, until he could kiss the inside of Emma's knee. The debate now was whether to linger, to go slowly, to make her crazy with lust, or to prevent his own imminent heart failure and just eat her uplike a ripe peach.When she spread her knees and scooted forward, he decided to split the difference. He closed his eyes and licked the soft skin of her inner thigh.He thought, not for the first time, that life was very, very kind.Emma gripped the side of the pool, praying she wouldn't fall back, hit her head and drown. It would be such an embarrassing way to die. But if he kept nibbling on her inner thigh, she
With her gaze locked on his, she edged her way down until she was between his legs and her breath caressed his cock. She licked the length of him, and air whooshed from his lungs. She took him all the way in her mouth, and his hands grasped the blanket beneath them as he strained toward her. She trailed her tongue up and down, then around, savoring the hot, hard feel of him, loving the power she held over his body.Tickling his balls with her fingernails, she quickened her pace, then slowed again when she could feel him tensing more.“Emma,” he said, more a moan than a word. “Please.”She stopped. “Please what?”“I want you,” he whispered.“Now?”“Now.”She took her time, playing her fingers along the ridges of his cock. She loved how big he was. Deliciously big. Her
"Huh... Mondays are the worst" Emma said to herself.Not only did she have a lot of work to do. She also had to go home late. Apart from all the work she had to take care of, her li