Come Together (The Cityscape 3)

“Hey,” he said softly, crouching down next to me. “Are you all right?”

I nodded against the bed but didn’t respond. He placed his hand over mine and removed it from the bed. He took my chin so I was forced to look at him. “Are you?” he asked earnestly.

I nodded again, and after a moment, he kissed me.

“Jesus,” he said drawing back and touching his lip. “You’re bleeding.” He pulled at my lower lip. “You broke the skin. Were you in pain?”

I dropped my gaze to the floor. “I don’t know,” I said. “It felt good too.”

“Damn it, Olivia, why didn’t you tell me?” he asked as if he hadn’t heard me.

My chest heaved as I searched his face. Was he mad? Why was he cursing at me?

“I have to know if I’m hurting you, or else how can I trust you when we’re having sex?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I think it felt good. I came hard,” I said and blinked at him.

He sat all the way on the floor, his back against the bedframe. “Shit. Are you in pain now?”

I shook my head, because I was still riding the bliss of my seriously intense orgasm. “Did you finish?” I asked.

He just stared at me, so I looked down and found my answer. He was hard, swollen and wet from being inside of me. I turned around and climbed astride his lap with my back to him.

“Olivia,” he protested. “You don’t have to – ” He stopped as I took him in my hand and greedily devoured him in one plunge.

I sat motionless, savoring the sensation of his thick, pulsing cock stretching me. I didn’t think I could come again, my body was wrecked, but he felt so fucking good. His hands parted my hair and pushed it over my shoulders, so it hung around my face. He kissed my spine softly. He began to undo each hook of the pink corset slowly and once it hung open, he slid his hands underneath. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, running his hands over my skin. He reached around and grasped my breasts while moaning against my back. “I love you,” he whispered.

Goose bumps ignited over me as his lips brushed my shoulder. His arms clutched my back to his front, rocking me slowly onto him. I turned my head so he kissed my cheek and the corner of my lips. “I love you too,” I rasped. He loosened his grip on me, and I lifted to turn around and face him. He held himself as I leisurely sank onto him again. With my hands in his hair, I said, “That’s better.”

He put one hand on my face and smoothed the other over my hairline before kissing me slowly. Urgency flowed from him to me, and our hips began their own dance. He touched me, circling his fingers over my clit.

“I can’t,” I protested. “This is for you.”

“You can,” he said, moving his fingers faster.

“David,” I whimpered.

“God, I fucking love being inside of you. I own you like this,” he said quietly. “When I’m buried in you this way, you have nowhere to go, no way to escape. You’re finally mine.”

He kissed me heatedly during the slow, rippling orgasm that his fingers and his erotic words sparked. It started between my thighs as if his hand there had ignited the fire now blazing through my veins. I gasped, but he held me still, forcing me to breathe into him as I threatened to float away.

We continued rocking into each other; his hand moved into my hair, and he pulled it when he came. It felt like a promise of forever, him fisting my hair and coming, holding me so close to him with an arm around my back the whole time and for moments after.

His face fell into my neck, and his shoulders swelled with deep breaths. “Are you okay really?” he asked.

“It was intense,” I whispered. “Good intense. But I don’t think I want try anal very soon.”

His arms relaxed around me, but he remained serious. “You have to tell me if it’s too much. Promise?”

I nodded.

In bed, he lay on his back, and I draped one arm across his chest.

“I like you in lingerie,” he whispered into my hair.

“Thanks,” I murmured back, tightening my embrace. I ran my foot along his leg wondering how I’d always despised cuddling. “Did you get everything done at work today?”

“Not really. It’s never-ending.”

“You work so hard.”

“For you, I’ve tried to cut back.”

“It’s okay. I like that you’re passionate.”

“I want to see you that way too,” he responded.

I smiled against his chest. “I see you have a new receptionist.”

“New receptionist and new problems.”

“How come?”

“The old receptionist is threatening wrongful termination. Clare claims Arnaud came on to her several times, and she turned him down.”

I lifted my head to look at him. “But that’s not why you fired her.”

“I know. She called to let me know she’s getting a lawyer. She’s prepared to say she was fired because she wouldn’t sleep with Arnaud and that she’d throw me in there too.”

“You?” I asked.

“She’s a fucking skank. Arnaud hired her, not me. I never touched her. But it’d be my word against hers, and I don’t exactly have a squeaky clean record.”

“What a bitch,” I bit out.

He glanced down at me and started laughing.

“What does she want from you?” I asked.

“To save face, I guess. And money, I’m sure. Fortunately, Arnaud isn’t stupid enough to fuck with that.”

I paused. “You don’t believe Arnaud came on to her?”

“Arnaud and I have done business together for a long time. We would never have gotten this far without being honest with one another. He knows I would never allow that shit in my office. Too risky. I asked though, he says he didn’t.”

I was quiet as I looked at him.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

David’s work was his life, and Arnaud was a part of his team. But Arnaud was a pig, I could tell. Still, I proceeded cautiously. “Don’t disregard her just yet. Take her claim seriously. Maybe she’ll drop it if you guys apologize.”

“I don’t like to indulge that kind of behavior.”

“But do you really want to go through the hassle of a lawsuit? One that would likely end in a huge settlement and a mark on your company’s reputation?”

“No.”

“And, honey, the way you fired her wasn’t very nice.”

He grunted and looked up at the ceiling. I ran a finger over each of his eyebrows and then over his lips, still amazed that I was lying in his bed and that I could just enjoy him. He caught my hand in his and kissed my knuckles.

“I don’t want to talk about them while I’m in bed with you,” he decided.

“What do you want to talk about then?” I resettled my head on his chest.

“I’ll probably regret bringing this up, but was it too bad at the clothing store today?”

“No,” I said honestly. “I decided I’d better get used to running into women you’ve slept with.”

His chest rose as he laughed. “I’m sorry. If I’d known all along I’d end up here, I would’ve remained a virgin.”

I pinched his arm. “Liar. So long as I’m the one who gets to keep you, we’re good.”

“Works for me.” He sat up, and I rolled back onto the pillow. “Where’s the shopping bag?”

“By the closet.”

He got out of bed, and I wiggled excitedly under the comforter as I remembered my present. He returned with the box and sat cross-legged on the bed.

“What is it?”

“I’m not going to tell you,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Open it.”