Gabrielle was my arrow, and the…heart? The heart was me. The heart was me.
TWELVE
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nbsp; IVAN in the grips of an orgasm was something pretty beautiful. I couldn’t take my eyes away from the sight of him. Of us, of our bodies fitting together like they were predestined for it. When his long fingers reached down and rubbed over my clit I knew I was coming with him.
I’d lost count of how many times he had made me come. By orgasm count, our numbers were seriously uneven, though.
The familiar tightening and flicker of desperation hit me hard. Just as hard as he was pounding his cock into me.
“Ooooooooh!” I moaned on a drawn-out wail as the pleasure broke over me, in me, through me, and I was carried along in a current of something much bigger than myself.
“Yeah—yeah you are!” he said harshly, green eyes drilling into mine as I felt his cock swell and tighten even more inside me. His hair whipped back and forth as he pistoned his hips, driving us both. “Fuck!” he shouted on one last near-painful thrust, burying his cock to the hilt as his orgasm detonated, the green fire in his eyes holding me captive so I was incapable of looking away.
We both panted and stared at each other allowing the pleasure to roll over us both.
At some point, I felt him move off me and roll to the side of the bed. He stripped off the condom and did something with it before turning back to me and gathering me close against his chest.
I should probably get up and dressed I thought, but I didn’t want to. My eyes were already closing, and I was feeling blissfully content for the first time in longer than I could remember. I don’t think I’d ever felt quite like this after sex with anybody. Strong, muscled arms held onto me, a male-scented chest of clean sweat and lingering sex warmed my cheek, long fingers caressed my back and shoulder, and soft lips, framed in beard stubble, pressed against my forehead.
Ivan had been so right.
Doing this with him had felt so good.
I left the bed carefully so I wouldn’t wake her up. I was on a mission of great importance. Really fucking vital you might say.
I found my reading glasses and my mobile and texted Lowell. Have condoms delivered to Donadea residence ASAP. This is an URGENT matter. -I Everley
My assistant was quirky but he did everything I asked without question. I had no qualms making requests to him for anything. I could count the non-family members I trusted implicitly on one hand, and Lowell Brinkley was on that list.
My mobile buzzed. What kind would you like? -Lowell Brinkley, Administrative Assistant to Mr. Ivan Everley, Lord Rothvale XIII
I rolled my eyes at the ridiculously absurd signature he attached tohis messages and realized the part about him never questioning me wasn’t quite true. The kind that will cover my cock. -I Everley
I silenced my mobile and studied Gabrielle sleeping in my bed. It was all I wanted to do right now—look at her. She had mesmerized me from our first meeting up until this very second. What we had done here together last night was something I’d never forget. Being with her was also an experience unlike anything I’d ever had with a woman. There had been many women, and I’d enjoyed a lot of sex over the years, before and after my disastrous marriage. I could say for certain that not one of those women was anything like Gabrielle.
I drew my fingertip over her cheekbone and moved a bit of hair that had fallen over her face back behind her ear. She stirred a little but didn’t wake up or open her eyes.
I settled back into the bed beside her and got comfortable. I thought about the idea of what being with her last night had meant to me.
Somehow, it felt wonderful and terrifying both at the same time.
I found myself in a very modern bedroom completely out of character from the rest of the Georgian mansion I’d visited before. The bed coverings were sumptuous, classic white duvet and pillows, but it was the chair in the corner that really caught my eye. Leather, tufted, massive in size, and an unusual color. An intense green that almost didn’t fit. Almost. Because that chair did fit him actually.
Lord Ivan had a lordly chair in his bedroom.
“She awakens.”
I smiled and turned to find him on his side looking at me with an elbow propping him up.
“Looking” wasn’t really the proper word, though. To describe what he was doing right now, devouring would be more accurate. Ivan devoured my body with his eyes, and the effect was totally empowering to me for some reason. It didn’t make me feel self-conscious because I knew he liked what he saw.
It was weird to wake up naked in bed with him after a night of mind-blowing sex and not have it feel awkward. But it wasn’t at all. Must have been the secret nature of our whole agreement. The nobody has to know and the we can do what we’ve wanted to do together from the beginning and keep it totally private parts of the equation that made everything feel so comfortable with him.
“How long have you been staring at me sleeping?”
He spoke softly. “I’ve no idea; I just know I’ve been very much enjoying the view.” His eyes moved down to caress my breasts and then a lazy stroll back on up to my face eventually. Not one ounce of contrition on his handsome face either.