When I'm finished with my orgasmic display, second only to Meg Ryan's famous when 'Harry Met Sally' restaurant scene, the look on Bastian's face makes me squirm in my seat. He's wearing that intense lustful look, signaling he wants to make me moan like that over his prowess with his giant cock.
"I'm sorry, Bastian. I shouldn't have made such a spectacle." I apologize, wishing I hadn't teased him so badly.
His intensity cools. "It's okay. I'm glad you enjoyed it that much."
"It was the best I've ever had," I tell him, mistakingly thinking I'd averted a collision of passions.
But then he takes his thumb and wipes a bit of chocolate off my lip. His light, seemingly simple touch sparks that overwhelming chemistry between us, and instantly my pussy is wanting and needing him again.
He slowly brings his thumb to his mouth, and his sculpted lips pucker as he inserts in, biting the chocolate off, triggering every nerve ending in my body.
I bite my bottom lip and look into his eyes. "Bastian…." I whisper.
A slow sexy, I-got-what-you-need-babe smile slides over his lips as he withdraws his thumb, "Yes, Dixie Doodle?" He whispers back.
"I don't think we should."
"Should what?"
"Should mix business with pleasure."
"I don't think we can avoid it."
I sigh, knowing he's right. I'm so turned on right now, my pussy is throbbing, and my skin is on fire. "But... it complicates everything."
"I think it simplifies things." His hand cups my face, and his thumb strokes my cheek. "Samaera, you're a strong, independent woman who knows who she is and what she wants. I'm the same. If we want each other, it's no one's business but our own. Be honest with yourself right now. Will it interfere with your job performance, or will it enhance it?"
I close my eyes. Regardless of if we do or if we don't, he's distracting. And we're talking about constant contact. I'm moving in with him.
I open my eyes and look into his intense green eyes as they search mine. Will I do a better job horny all the time for him? Which will, if I'm being honest, turn into my being a bitch? Which will most definitely affect not only my relationship with him but my relationship with others in his organization. Or … will being his lover in private make me able to be more focused and therefore more effective at my job?
"I won't be your whore," I tell him.
"You won't be."
"Won't I?"
"You'll be my lover." He states, as his caring look transforms into a hurt expression. "But if adding sex to our dynamic will make you feel like a whore, then it's a hard no for me. I don't want to fuck you, Samaera, for the sake of having a convenient fuck. I want to sink my cock deep inside you to share an intimate connection with a woman I respect and admire."
He couldn't have said anything more beautiful to me than that. I reach up and trace my fingers lightly over his lips. "You have my permission to kiss me now and to touch me later. I have three requests that you must give me your word you'll honor."
He nods.
"First, you respect me by keeping our relationship private —just between us. I don't want your sweet mother to get her hopes up that there is anything more going on between us, and second, you'll be exclusive. Otherwise," she points at her chest, "Whore. When you're ready to move on, you'll be upfront about it. I know it wouldn't be cheating, but it will be disloyal. So just give me a heads up. I'll be respectful."
His lips devour my mouth as if I were the only source of oxygen in the room.
15
Sebastian
I openthe door of the pizzeria for Samaera. She glides through, and I look over at Mickey. His grin is as big as my mother's. I put my fingers to my lips, and he nods.
On the way to the car, I have to fight the urge to touch Samaera, but as soon as we're in the car, I reach for her hand, and she places hers in mine. I stare into her eyes, grinning. Then let it go, start the car, and back out of the parking spot.
She asks, "Was that a test or something?"
"What?"
