I am still giggling. He gets up and starts to take off the rest of his clothing. As I watch him undress, my body starts to throb again. He is so magnificent.
I sit up and pull off my half-discarded blouse. My bra and skirt follow. He starts to watch me, and I revel in the pleasure of seeing him grow hard again. By the time I am completely undressed, I know we’re not leaving the bed anytime soon.
“What are you trying to do to me?” He growls as he kneels on the bed, right between my spread legs.
I can’t hide my pleasure. “Have I done something wrong? I ask, mock contrite.
He chuckles, “No sweetheart,” he says, as he enters me slowly. “You’re doing everything right.”
Chapter Three
HOURS LATER, I FINALLY DRIFT OFF, EXHAUSTED. I can’t remember how many times David has brought me to a brain-shattering climax. I feel boneless and liquid, aching sweetly. He’s made love to me slowly, then fast, then slowly again, each time until I cry out his name in senseless surrender.
When I wake up, the room is dimmer, telling me I’ve slept until evening. I’m alone on the bed. I stretch luxuriously. My body feels delicious.
I’m completely naked underneath the covers, so I take them with me as I get off the bed. My clothes are no longer on the floor where I dropped them earlier. Baffled, I wonder if Mrs. Daniels has been in to tidy up while I was asleep.
Apart from the door we came in, another door leads off the bedroom. I open it and step into a huge, brightly lit closet. On one side, rows upon rows of suits hang side by side, with shirts, pants, shoes and a vast array of all sorts of men’s clothing. On the opposite side from the suits, the racks are almost bare, sparsely populated with my few clothes, which Mrs. Daniels has unpacked. My underwear is neatly arranged in a drawer, my shoes tidily placed.
On the far wall, there’s a full-length mirror. I walk forward, staring at my mussed hair and wide eyes. My skin is still flushed from all the lovemaking, with a smooth healthy glow. Making love suits me, I decide, giggling, I look far better than I remember.
A frosted glass door leads off the dressing room into a luxurious bathroom. I step inside, admiring the gleaming cream tile walls and the clear marble floors. A deep sunken bath sits in the middle of the room, with solid looking gold taps. A marble-topped sink stands below a wide, mirrored wall cabinet, frosted glass hides a shower stall, and a door leads off to what must be the toilet.
At the sink, I splash some water on my face. Opening the cabinet above, I notice that my toiletries have been arranged inside. I’m impressed. I make my way back to the dressing room to look for something to wear. My jeans and blouses feel like too much of a bother, and the few dresses I bought while shopping for my wedding seem too dressy. An impulse makes me put on one of David’s shirts. It’s soft, and feels heavenly on my skin. It’s probably insanely expensive, I think, walking out of the room to look for him.
At first, the apartment seems remarkably silent, then I hear David’s voice coming from the direction of his study, I follow the sound, then pause at the door to eat him up with my eyes.
He is standing with his back to me, looking towards the view of the city from the windows. He’s wearing only sweatpants, and his back is bare, showing me his defined muscles up to where they curve into his firm ass. As I watch him, I can’t help thinking of a colossus, bestriding the world. He looks magnificent, powerful, and potent.
And he’s mine.
I have to try very hard to resist the urge to go to him and run my hands all over his glorious body.
He says something again and I realize that he is talking into a small earpiece attached to his ear.
“How many percent total?” I hear him say, his voice is terse and commanding. He pauses and listens for a while, “Everything hinges on Carole,” He says finally, “Leave her to me, I know exactly how to deal with her.”
Even though it’s not me he’s talking to, I’m hit by the steely hardness in his voice. There is something ruthless in the sound. Vaguely, I wonder who Carole is. The sound of another woman’s name on his lips is enough to make my heart constrict with jealousy.
I stay where I am at the door, not sure whether to go in to him. I don’t want to interrupt if he’s busy. However, as if he can feel me standing there, he turns around. I step back at the coldness I see in his eyes, the blue is faded almost to grey, and his face seems almost cruel.
“Sophie.” He smiles, his expression softening as he removes the earpiece and comes around the desk to meet me. I shiver slightly, the fear I felt only moments before, melting as he runs his hand over my arm, draped in the soft material of his shirt. “This looks very good on you.” He says, his eyes travelling down to my bare legs, then back to my face.
“Thank you.” I say shyly. Outside the windows, it’s already dark. I must have slept for hours. “I didn’t mean to sleep for so long.”
David shrugs. “You were tired.” He raises his hand and runs a finger along my lower lip, making me shiver again. “I’m sure I had something to do with that.” He says tenderly.
I blush, and he chuckles, pulling me to him, and running his hands over my body, which is naked under the shirt. “You should wear this all the time with nothing underneath.” He suggests, the teasing light in his eyes making him look his age, with none of the steeliness I saw in his face earlier.
I laugh. “I would never be able to go out.” I po
int out.
“Hmm...mm,” His eyes are on my lips, “you’d always be here, half naked and ready for me.” He growls softly and gives me a quick kiss on my lips. “I’d like to show you what that thought does to me,” He says, “But I’m sure you are hungry.”
My stomach rumbles loudly, reminding me that I haven’t eaten all day. “I am.”
“Good.” He is already pulling me out of the study, his hand gentle on my elbow. “Let’s eat.”