His Hostile Takeover

Pouting, her eyes lingered over him, “So I’m to stay home today?”

He’d stiffened, preparing for an argument. “Sweetheart, rest, I kept you up late last night.”

“Hmm, yet I know I fell asleep before you and you’re up earlier than me, and about to put in another sixteen hour day. You’re right though, I am still very tired. I’ll sleep a little longer and then go do some shopping this afternoon.”

He smiled at her words, it wasn’t common for her to shop. Those were words he was more comfortable with though, coming from a woman. “That’s good, sweetheart. You have my card, whatever makes you happy buy.”

“Oh, I’ve heard this shop is very good at making their clients happy. They apparently have the largest selection of sex toys in the entire city. Pam suggested it when I mentioned how busy you are all the time. She encouraged me to explore, there are all these interesting things. There are some shaped just like a man’s real cock, others with a remote control. I have to admit, the idea of a remote control sex toy is fascinating.”

Gone was his control, he was across the room before she could blink. Her arms in his hands, he pulled her up to her knees to within inches of his half-dressed body. “Nothing goes inside your body but me.”

He growled into her mouth and her pussy just gushed for him. His kiss was almost savage, and she came to on her back with him pressing her into bed, and she was melting beneath him. Her hands went into his hair, attempting to soothe him. “I don’t want a piece of plastic inside me, I want you. I want your cock inside me. I want your arms around me and I want your body against me.”

“Then why the hell did you even say something like that?”

“Dmitri, it was one thing to be a workaholic when I was at your side, quite another when I’m alone all by myself all day. We moved to Chicago and you barely have me in the office anymore, me working from home isn’t the same. I know you said you found it hard to keep your hands off me, and yes, I didn’t help when I kept getting embarrassed when your hands would roam when I got close.

Are we in a relationship or am I your mistress?” When he closed his eyes it scared her, was he regretting their relationship? She would never have guessed what he was really thinking.

Closing his eyes, he fought to keep inside the words he longed to say. She was so very young, and although she was no longer a virgin, was she ready for all that he wanted from her? What if she thought she was but woke up ten years down the road upset she hadn’t experienced life to the fullest, and felt trapped? He remembered her saying she only wanted to be a wife and mother, but the reality could be so much more demanding than the thought of it. He would turn his life upside down and inside out, if that’s what it took to make her happy. To keep her wasn’t an option, it was a necessity. “Damn it, Elise! This went far beyond you as a mistress the first time we made love. Label it whatever it takes to make you happy. Spit out what you really want.”

“Just you, Dmitri. You want to leave for work at the crack of dawn fine, but I want you home by six in the evening. Saturdays and Sundays are just for us, no working.”

His eyes went to slits, negotiation, he was in his element. “Six has to be a joke, my love. Make it eight, a half day on Saturday and Sunday is for us.”

“Dmitri, you are a billionaire, how much more money do you need to say that you won? When is it time to enjoy everything you have? Home by seven, not a minute later, and fine, home by noon on Saturday and Sunday is for us, but anything else is unacceptable. I need you.” Her kiss was begging and he murmured yes again, and again into her mouth. Relief was so overwhelming that it killed her when her tears welled up and spilled out.

He shuddered, and his grip was so tight he trapped her breath in her chest, “Please, my love, no tears. Whatever it takes to make you happy, I’ll do it.”

He actually never did make it in to work that day and he had kept his promise to her, which had greatly relieved her.

With each passing day of their first two weeks together his workaholic ways had terrified her. She couldn’t get the vision of him keeling over from a heart attack before he turned fifty out of her mind. It didn’t matter that he worked out every day and had the body of a Greek god, he was always on, always under stress. He wouldn’t call it stress, he loved the roller coaster ride of the market and the twists and turns of his business but Elise knew differently. Jasper had a heart attack only three weeks after his fifty-fourth birthday, and his doctor had told him it was because he was a workaholic. It had been the reason he left Steeltech in Greg’s hands and began to wander various continents. Elise wasn’t going to let that happen to Dmitri, whether he liked it or not.

His eating habits were also scary, his idea of vegetables were French fries or a baked potat

o. So, she had hidden behind the need for her to eat better in order to cook more nutritious meals for the both of them. He’d made it clear he loved her body exactly as it was and he didn’t like the idea of her dieting at all. Close to bursting at his obvious annoyance at her body changing, she had attempted to soothe him with the excuse that it was simply eating better, not an attempt to diet. He’d given in, but been adamant that if she lost any of her curves then it would stop. She had actually lost a few pounds herself, but as her curves had remained Dmitri had sighed, but not said a word, simply squeezing her hips in his hands.

She also believed just settling into Chicago full time was half the battle won. He loved the city and admitted he only stayed in New York because that was the thing to do in business. Elise had pointed out that Dmitri had long ago stopped doing what everyone else did in business, so why shouldn’t he buck the trend as far as living there when he hated it.

Elise had been relieved when he agreed. She had done her best to hide it but she hated New York. It had been too busy and manic for her. Every time she had left the penthouse she had gotten lost and come home with a headache. Chicago was large and busy but compared to New York, it was a slow walk in the park. They had made the move permanent just a week and a half ago and she thought he appeared less tense at the end of the day.

She felt his eyes on her then. She always knew when his eyes were on her. Her body reacted in welcome. He had left far too early for work today. He wanted her at home to deal with the interior designer. He made it clear he wanted her to settle in and make any changes that suited her. At first, she held her tongue, but he knew her well enough to know she hated the stark white walls, glass and chrome and slick, black leather couches. He told her to find a decorator or he would, and she had given in. She teased him that a room done entirely in hot pink velvet had always been a dream of hers. He responded that he had always wondered what making love on velvet felt like. She crossed the room to slip her arms around him and he rewarded her with a tender kiss.

“He was standing too close to you. He needs to go, now.” The words were whispered in her ear and she smiled. She was working on his jealousy, but she had a feeling she would have an easier time getting him down to forty hours a week than getting his jealousy under control.

“Two minutes.”

“One.”

She turned and smiled at the man and thanked him for his time as she walked him to the door. She took his card, but knew she wouldn’t be calling him. She would have to make more calls, to women next time. He was waiting for her when she went back into the living room. He set the glass of scotch down on the bar with a bang, she sighed.

“Your skirt is too damned short and that shirt clings to you. I can see the lines of your bra, and I can see that your nipples are hard for me. Come here.”

She went, arguing wouldn’t help. She pulled her shirt off as she went and pushed her skirt down and let it fall as she came to stand in front of him. His kiss was ferocious, they mated hungrily and she went limp against him. He held her up against him and the kiss ended as they gasped for air. She slid down his body, her fingers making quick work of his trousers and taking them with her as she went to her knees. His cock jutted proudly from his body and she took him in her mouth, eager to have him there. In the last month, she had become well versed in what pleased him. She had also become more adept at taking him deeper into her throat, and it turned her on to know what that did to him. She often became wet just thinking of him in her mouth and while she made love to his cock, she gained as much pleasure from it as he did. He tried to pull away, she wouldn’t let him go and he spilled into her mouth.

He lifted her up onto the bar and tore her panties off. Her legs opened to him, he stepped between them, and his hot mouth found her dripping wet. “You really love it, don’t you sweetheart? You love having my cock in your mouth.”

“Yes, I love your cock in my mouth. I love the taste of your cock and your come. I hate it when you try and pull away from me before you come. The taste of you, salty and tangy on my tongue and sliding down my throat, makes me so wet.”