Dr. Roswell always writes in a notebook during our sessions. It seems very old- school to me, but then this is England and her office is in a building that was standing when Thomas Jefferson wrote the Declaration of Independence back in Philadelphia. She uses a fountain pen too, which impresses the holy hell out of me.I watched her very beautiful turquoise and gold fountain pen scratch words into her notebook as she listened to me talk about Ethan. Dr. Roswell is a great listener. In fact, it's pretty much the gist of what she does. I don't know what our sessions would consist of if I didn't tell her stuff she could listen to.Sitting behind her elegant French desk table, she was the picture of professionalism and genuine interest. I'd guess her to be in her early fifties with beautiful skin and white hair that did not age her one bit. She always wore unique jewelry and bohemian outfits that made her look cultured and approachable. My dad had helped me find her when I'd first moved t
"Careful, baby. You have no idea of the depths of what I want to do with you." His eyes darkened.I let that sensual threat float between us and tried to keep my breathing steady. "You scare me a little when you say stuff like that. Ethan.""I know I do." He pulled my chin toward his mouth with a fingertip and kissed me again. This time he nibbled my bottom lip and teased it. "That's why we're taking it slow. I don't ever want to scare you." His eyes moved quickly back and forth as he tried to read me, his lips so close but not touching. "Do you realize this is our first time together where I didn't have to coerce you to come out with me? I have some hope, you see?" He gave me one last kiss before he pulled back to put the keys in the ignition. "And that, Miss Bennett, must be why I am smiley." His blue eyes danced now."Fair enough, Mr. Blackstone, I can live with that." He helped me click my seat belt and drove out of the parking lot. I settled back into the soft leather and breathe
"Oh, Ethan......My coffee arrived and I wanted to slap the server for interrupting that beautiful speech. I busied myself with doctoring it with sugar and cream. I took a sip and tried to find my words. To be honest, I was caught up in him already. Hook, line and sinker. I wanted all those things with Ethan, I just wasn't sure I would survive him."Too much? Am I scaring you off?"I shook my head. "No. It sounds very nice, actually. And you should know it's something I've never had before. I've never had a relationship like that, Ethan." He grinned. "That works for me, baby. I want to be your first." He raised an eyebrow in a look that dripped of sexual innuendo and made me want to go home with him tonight to start the arrangement. "But I want you to think about it tonight and then tell me what you decide. And you need to know that I am very possessive of what belongs to me.""Really?" The sarcasm rolled out of me. "Never would have guessed that from last night in my flat.""I could
Waterloo Bridge grounded me the next morning. I came home to the heavenly smell of coffee started by my roommate. I passed Gaby a half hour later on my way out the door to class."You going to the Mallerton exhibition on the tenth?" she asked. "I want to. I'm conserving one of his right now, called Lady Percival. I was hoping to find out a little more about the provenance on her. She's had some heat damage, and it's melted the lacquer over the title of the book she's holding. I really want to know what that book is. Like a secret I need to discover.""Yay!" She clapped and did a little bounce. "It's his birthday exhibit,” I pretended to count on my fingers. "Let's see, Sir Tristan would be two hundred twenty-eight?""Two hundred twenty-seven, to be exact." Gabrielle was deep into her dissertation on Romanticist painter Tristan Mallerton, so when there was anything doing with him she was first in line with tickets."Okay, off by one year. That's not too bad."She smiled wide, revealing
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 framed black-and-white 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 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, 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 h
"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 sw
My phone rang as I was packing my overnight bag. I saw who was calling and looked at the clock. Ethan had said he would be here by seven to pick me up. It was quarter to right now. "Are you having second thoughts and crying off for our sleepover tonight?"He laughed. "No chance of that, and I hope you have your bag ready, baby." "So why aren't you here to whisk me away?""Yes, well I had to send a car to collect you. Some business-related emergency pain in my ass. I'm so sorry. The driver's name is Neil, and he works for me. He'll get you into my flat and I want you to just make yourself at home until ! get there. Will you do that for me, my darling?""I guess so." My mind was spinning with the implications of me on my own in his house. I wasn't really scared, but the idea did not thrill me either. "Are you sure, Ethan? I mean we can do this another night if you're busy...—"||"I'm sleeping with you tonight, Brynne. In my bed. End of discussion." "Oh boy." I smiled into the phone. "Ca
An hour later my skin was pink from the heat and soft from the bubbles. I'd dressed in my Jimi Hendrix T-shirt and a pair of Ethan's silk boxers that were very swishy on me. I'd organized my purchases from Boots in a bathroom drawer, shaved my legs and slathered myself in primrose scented lotion.I wandered back to the coffeemaker and fixed myself a mug before drifting into the other rooms of Ethan's flat. The home gym had a state-of-the-art tread-mill facing the floor-to-ceiling windows. The view took my breath away. I love a city lights view, but I imagined it was just as spectacular in the daytime.I found what I believed to be his office and turned the handle. The room behind the door was indeed an office. A massive oak desk anchored the room while the opposing wall held a panel of TV monitors and other high-tech equip- ment. But it was the wall behind the desk that really caught my attention: a salt- water aquarium glowed with light and colors and bubbles over the rippling water.