Part 26 (1/2)

”Undress me first,” he breathes. ”It's your turn.”

I reach for his jacket b.u.t.ton and pull his jacket off, moving as fast as I can.

”Slow down...little b.u.t.terfly.”

I take off his silver tie clip and set it on the desk. I reach for his tie but I hit a stumbling block-I'm not used to ties-Gabe never wears them.

Weston notices my clumsiness and smiles.

”Let me help,” he offers, loosening his tie in one smooth move, making it look so easy. I pull the loop over his head, messing up his hair in the process.

I undo his top b.u.t.ton and land a quick kiss on the edge of his jaw. He's looking s.e.xier by the second.

Next, I reach for the buckle of his brown leather belt, unclasping it with ease-this I've done before. I run my hand down his crotch and explore a little. He's rock hard. He smiles and a soft moan escapes from his mouth. He's enjoying this just as much as I am.

I move my hand back to the top of his s.h.i.+rt, teasing him a little. I undo the b.u.t.tons swiftly. I sweep my hand over his broad shoulders to take off his s.h.i.+rt.

”The cuffs,” he whispers, his eyes heavy.

I take his hand in mine, and reach for the cufflink and undo the diamond-tipped sphere. So many restraints...

I just want to get this beautiful man naked.

I remove the other cufflink, and finally pull off his s.h.i.+rt and let it fall to the floor. Finally, part of him is bare. I slide my hands against his torso and reach for his unders.h.i.+rt. I stretch up on the tip of my toes to pull it over his head. And finally, I have him half-naked. I cannot resist bringing my lips to his chest, trailing kisses over his stomach, down his smooth skin, and back to his chest. I can feel his heart pumping hard...for me.

I close my eyes, and trail my tongue down his stomach again, traveling down below his navel.

He pulls me up, breathless.

”Mirella,” he breathes, his words ragged, ”you're driving me insane. Take my pants off.”

I smile up at him. ”Yes, back to work, sir,” I say, my words playful. I pull down his pants, revealing tight black boxer briefs. I kneel down and take off his dressy brown leather shoes and slip off his socks, sneaking a peep up-those boxers are just about to burst.

And finally, I stand back to my feet and pull down his boxers, freeing his erection. I glide my hands against his a.s.s as I slide the briefs down. I crouch as I pull them lower, letting my mouth slightly brush his erection.

He's not the only one who can tease.

The second his briefs are off, he pulls me up and hoists me up against the wall. My legs tighten around his hips as he presses into me. He grabs ahold of me tighter and carries me to the bed. He throws me on the mattress, and I bounce like a rag doll.

Then he pounces.

His kiss is wild and untamed. His teeth sc.r.a.pe against mine and trail along my cheeks and my jaw. His hands are all over me-in my hair, on my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, between my legs.

His naked body slides against mine deliciously. I wonder if I'll ever tire of this.

I reluctantly pull away from him, and reach for his pants on the floor, in the pocket, where he always keeps a condom.

When we find ourselves together again, he's over me, kissing me gently. He's heavy, but I manage to pull myself over him. I want to be on top. I want to look at him, at his beautiful face, at his amazing body.

I slide over him, and he eases into me. Our eyes lock, and it feels very intimate. I push back and forth slowly, looking into his eyes. He reaches for my hands, not taking his eyes off mine. Our fingers intertwine gently.

I ride him gently at first, but he feels so good, I soon go faster and harder. He grinds into me and hits just the right spot, over and over. And with each thrust, I moan as I'm brought closer and closer. He can see my face, and I can see his. We read each other-we know we are both nearing the edge.

And finally both of us are brought to o.r.g.a.s.m, still looking at each other. As the waves crash through me, I feel like he's looking right into me-into my soul. And I feel I can almost see his.

I close my eyes.

We lie, tangled in the crisp white sheets. I stare up at the ceiling. Weston lies on my chest, and I cradle his head in my arms, running my hand through his thick dark hair.

”I can hear your heart,” he says. ”It's beating so fast.”

I laugh. ”It's because we just had s.e.x.”

”That will do it every time. It's good for the heart. Or that's what they say.”

”Then my heart must be in tip-top shape,” I joke, thinking about all the s.e.x I've had lately.

He laughs, trailing his finger down my side, all the way to my legs. His touch arouses me every time, even as I lie here in post-o.r.g.a.s.mic bliss.

”Did you have a nice evening?” he asks. ”s.e.x notwithstanding, that is.”

”I did. It was a wonderful dinner. Thanks for taking me there.”

”I wish I could do more,” he says, tracing circles with the tip of his finger around the small mole on my hip. ”I wish I could take you to see the world.”

My heart hammers in my chest, and I'm sure he can hear it.

”Where would you take me?”

”Everywhere...” he says softly. ”Hawaii, Paris, Venice. Have you ever been to any of those places?”

”No,” I reply, knowing he probably expected that answer.

”You would love it.”

”You're going to have fun in Italy next week,” I say with a sigh, thinking about the fact that Bridget is the one who gets to see all those places with him, while I sit home, watching television in my rec room.

”I wish I could take you, Mirella,” he says again. ”But you understand why I can't...right?”

”Yes, I understand.” I work my way out from under him. ”I think it's time for me to go. Our five minutes are up.”

”Mirella,” he says softly, his eyes pleading. ”You're not upset, are you?”

I can see genuine concern on his face. I force a smile. ”No, I'm fine. It's just getting late. I should be going.”

He grabs my hand and kisses it. ”I'll miss you.”

”I'll miss you too.” My words are ragged. And I feel tears coming on as I turn away.

I cry all the way home, burying my nose in tissues, trying not to sob too loudly. Edward minds his business and doesn't say a word. He must be wondering what the h.e.l.l Weston is doing to me. But I suppose it's his job to be discreet and loyal to his employer.