Please Me (Stark Trilogy 4.2)

His brows rise. “Why, Ms. Fairchild. How very bold.”

“I want your cock in my mouth. I want to take you to the edge, but not over. And then I want you to slide down my body and fuck me so hard we both see stars.”

He sits on the edge of the chaise, then leans forward and starts to untie my wrists. “Tempting,” he says. “But this night was about you.” He slides his hand down and cups my breast, tweaking my nipple just to the point of pain, and I moan from the pleasure of it. “I’ll definitely take a raincheck, though.”

He finishes untying me, then goes to the trunk where we keep towels and pulls out an oversized beach blanket. He spoons behind me on the chaise, my naked body against his fully-clothed one, then pulls the blanket over us.

“Sleep now,” he says, reaching over me to check the baby monitor on the side table, then resting his hand lightly on my sex. “Sleep. And let me hold you.”

Because I’m warm and satisfied and in Damien’s arms, I stop protesting and let the lull of his voice and the warmth of his body surround me, assuring me that we’re back, if we were ever lost. That there is no barrier between us, no gap at all.

I fall asleep, knowing that we’re fine. That, secrets or not, all is well in our world.

But when I wake to the sun, I’m all alone on the chaise, with no Damien beside me. And once again, I fear that the shadows I’ve seen lurking in his eyes have drawn him away from me.

Chapter Four

I check my phone, and am shocked to see that it’s already past seven. Not only that, but the volume is up high and the monitor app is on. And yet neither girl woke me up.

Damien.

That explains why he isn’t in my arms. He must have gotten up to feed the kids.

With a sigh, I sit up, letting the blanket fall away as I enjoy the feel of the crisp morning air on my bare skin. That’s one of my favorite things about this house. That I can lie here perfectly naked and not worry about anyone seeing me. Well, no one except Damien and Jamie, and neither of them are a problem. And while the kids are still little and tucked away in their rooms, they’re no hindrance either.

As for Bree…

Well, I adore her as a nanny, but it is nice when she’s away.

Of course, as much as I enjoy waking up like this, it’s not the caress of the morning air that I want, but Damien. Even after last night—or maybe especially after last night—I crave more. For that matter, with Damien, I always crave more.

My bikini top is still twisted in the leg of the chaise, and my bottoms seem to be missing. Since the lace cover-up is sheer—essentially defeating that whole covering up thing—I leave it on the chaise and wrap the blanket around me. I haven’t heard a peep from Lara or Anne, but since Lara’s in a toddler bed now and sometimes wanders, I don’t want to take a chance on her stumbling across a naked mommy on the search for Daddy.

It’s not hard to find the man in question. I hear the shower running when I enter our bedroom, and I drop the blanket onto the floor then cross the steam-filled room to the shower. I open the door and step in, sighing with pleasure when the scalding water hits my sensitive skin. Damien turns to face me, and I release a low moan, mesmerized by the sight of this man. His chiseled, perfect body, now slick with soap and steam. The hard planes of his chest. The tight muscles of his legs. And that gorgeous cock, so hard and ready it makes my mouth water.

“Looks like you’re happy to see me,” I say.

“I’ll be happier if you grab the soap and put it to good use.”

“I can do better than that,” I assure him. And then I drop to my knees and do what I wanted to do last night. I bend forward and tease the tip of his cock with my tongue as shockwaves of pleasure ricochet through me from nothing more than his low, sensual groan.

I put one hand on his hip to steady myself, and with the other I stroke him. Gentle caresses building to long, teasing pulls. And my lips just barely hovering at the tip of his cock as Damien twines his fingers in my hair, his other hand pressed against the slick tile wall for balance.

He urges my head forward, but I resist. This time, he has to wait. Because right now, I want to make him as crazy—and as satisfied—as he made me last night. And I’m not going to take him in my mouth until I know that he’s teetering on the brink of madness.

It doesn’t take long. There’s nothing about Damien’s body that’s a mystery to me, nor mine to him. I know how long and how hard to stroke him, taking him right to the brink. And when he’s close—when neither he nor I can stand it anymore—I take his cock into my mouth. He tastes like soap and salt and musk, and the feel and scent of him send a fresh tremor coursing through me, my sex aching for him. I clench my thighs together, and even in the shower, I can feel how slick I am. I take my hand from his hip and slide my fingers between my legs. When I do, Damien tightens his grip on my hair as my head bobs, sucking and licking and teasing the length of him.

“Nikki.” My name is little more than a groan, but I know what he wants, and I willingly give it to him. My surrender. My submission. I stop moving and wait for Damien to drive this show.

He doesn’t hesitate. With one hand holding me steady, he thrusts forward, fucking my mouth, and I surrender to him, knowing that’s what he wants. To claim me. To use me, knowing full well that I want it too. Wildly. Desperately.

The water pounds down on us, and his cock thrusts against the back of my throat. I can feel the tension in his muscles and hear his low sounds of rising passion. The knowledge that he’s close resonates through me. I feel strong. Feminine.

And when he explodes in my mouth with a deep, guttural groan, I feel one more thing. I feel powerful.

He spreads his arms, leaning forward over me so that his hands on the wall are supporting his weight. Then he eases his hips back, his still-erect cock pulling free of my mouth.

Without speaking, he reaches down, pulls me up, and kisses me. It’s long and deep. A kiss that starts slowly, then builds into a kiss so much like fucking, that I feel almost as if I’m still on my knees taking him in.

When we finally break apart, I’m breathless, and he’s grinning. “By the way, good morning.”

I laugh. “It’s definitely starting out that way. And last night wasn’t too shabby either.”

He reaches over and turns off the water. “Definitely not.”

He starts to reach for the shower door, but I take his hand, twining our fingers together. “Damien,” I say. “I’m sorry about before.”

“Before?”

“I know I’ve been pressuring you to talk about whatever’s on your mind, and I’m sorry about that. We said no secrets, but maybe that’s not fair. Being married doesn’t mean we have to be entirely in each other’s heads.”

“Nikki—”

“No. That’s all I wanted to say. That, and to tell you not to dress for work today.”

He cocks a brow. “Somehow I don’t think that naked is going to catch on as the hot new business attire.”

I step back and make a show of looking him up and down. A former professional tennis player, Damien has never let himself go slack. He’s tall and lean and was clearly sculpted by the gods on a particularly good day. He’s also mine, and I’m not the kind of girl who shares.

“No,” I say. “You’re right. Not making that bold fashion statement. What I mean,” I add over his chuckle, “is that I have plans for you today. Jeans will do nicely. Khakis if you prefer.”

“Plans?” His voice rises with both amusement and interest.

“Yup.” I grin, exceedingly pleased with myself. “Rachel cleared your schedule, and Jamie’s here to watch the kids. Edward will be here in a few hours, so we can have breakfast with the girls before getting out the door. And I’ve already packed our bags.”

“Why, Ms. Fairchild. Are you handling me?”

“You’ve been taking care of me for years. Now it’s my turn.” I move back into his arms, then tilt my face up so that his eyes meet mine. “You’ve been too stre

ssed lately. I intend to make sure that for the next three days, you are very, very relaxed.”

“Is that so?” He brushes a gentle kiss over my lips as his arms tighten around my waist. “I think I could get used to this.”

“Good,” I say, melting against him. “Because I like taking care of my husband.”

“So where are we going?”

“If you treat me well enough, I just might tell you on the way.” I ease back, trailing my fingers over his cock as I step toward the shower door, his low moan of frustration and longing making me smile.

“I thought I treated you pretty well last night.”

“You definitely did, Mr. Stark. But just so you know, I’m a very greedy woman.”

Chapter Five

“Choca-pipcakes, Daddy! Make me choca-pipcakes!”

Beside me at the kitchen table, Jamie laughs as we both watch Lara tug on Damien’s khakis. She’s perfectly capable of saying pancake now, but she’s been calling them that since she first started talking, and neither Damien nor I want to put a stop to the cuteness.

“I’ll take a choca-pipcake, too,” Jamie says, grinning. “Sounds amazing, Lara.”

Across the kitchen, Lara flashes a wide smile, her face already smeared from the chocolate chips that she begged from her softie of a father.

“Aunt Jamie!” Lara cries, then bursts across the room and leaps into Jamie’s lap.