“You know we’ll have a restaurant next door. You can shop at Aria’s boutique and then relax with a good meal.”
The woman laughed. “I’ll be sure to do that. I’m sure her fans will flock to the store.”
“I’ll tell her you came by. Just give us a few months and we’ll be in business.”
“Oh, I’ll be back. You can count on it. Good luck,” she said, walking off, her expensive-looking designer tote slung over her shoulder.
A few minutes later, Aria and Mr. Orca came through the front door. “Well, I think I have what I need to upgrade that picture window. Nice seeing you again, sir. Thanks for your time, Ms. Triton.”
“Oh, Elliott, this is all too good to be true,” Aria said, sinking into my arms as Orca drove off in his pick-up. “Wait until you see all the light that will come in that main showroom. This place is going to be spectacular.”
“You know it, sweetheart. And your first customer just came by.”
“Oh,” she said, her eyes shining with excitement as though all memories of this morning’s ugliness with our father’s had vanished. “Tell me.”
“Well, this woman said she was a fan of yours and heard about your new venture. She’ll come back when you’re open prepared to shop ‘til she drops. If her designer purse is anything to go on, she has the bank account to back it up.”
Aria beamed up at me. “Elliott, we’re doing it. We really are. And we don’t need our fathers’ permission. We’ll do this on our own.”
“You know we will,” I said, taking her in my arms. “Nothing can stop us now.”
Chapter Thirty
Aria
“Morning.” Elliott nuzzled into my neck, and I closed my eyes.
“Morning,” I said as he rolled on top of me and kissed my throat.
I moaned, still a little bleary from sleep, but my body was way ahead of me, already fully woken up and ready to play. I noticed the way the sensation between my legs seemed to pick up and turn into something deeper, darker, and hungrier. I wanted him and knew just how I wanted him.
“On your back,” I murmured in his ear, all playful flirtation, and he pulled back and raised his eyebrows at me.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Oh, yeah,” I promised, and he slid off me and onto his back.
I climbed on top of him and took time to just revel in the feeling of him beneath me. I always felt so powerful like this, with him at my mercy. He skimmed his hands up and down my bare body, tracing his fingers over me and across the nape of my neck. I slipped my hand into the drawer next to the bed and pulled out the vibrator he’d purchased for me the day before. I was already very pleased with it.
“Any excuse, huh?” he teased.
I grinned at him as I slid downward, pressing kisses down his chest and his lower belly.
“Any excuse,” I said and found myself between his legs. I slipped the vibrator down between my own and clicked it on, pressing the buzzing rabbit against my clit and letting out a long moan as I leaned down to take him into my mouth.
I loved sucking his cock. I loved the look on his face when I took him in deep, loved the little gasp he let out when I trailed my tongue down his balls and loved the way his jaw clenched when I ran my tongue up and down the seam on the underside of his cock. The vibrator was just a bonus, but I could’ve happily spent the entire morning teasing him and bringing him to the edge of coming and pulling back again till he couldn’t take any more. But he seemed to have different ideas. After a few minutes of me teasing him with my mouth, he leaned down and pulled me up.
“Let me watch you,” he murmured, laying me out on my back and sliding down in the bed next to me.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
His hand covered the vibrator and he grinned.
“I want to watch you make yourself come,” he said, and his words sent a shiver down my spine. Who was I to turn down an offer that hot?
I pressed the vibrator against my pussy, tilted my head back into the pillow, and began to tease myself to orgasm. I watched him the entire time. He took his cock in his hand and slowly stroked himself, his eyes traveling up and down my body the whole time.
Somehow having him look at me like that was more intense than the vibrations running through me. I squirmed, impatient already to get to my orgasm. There was a hungry, keening neediness building inside me, one that refused to be ignored. The light was thin and watery as it came pouring through the window, and I loved the look of him in that morning sunshine. The way it lit up the angles of his face seemed to make his eyes darker by comparison. I loved the way he looked at me. I just loved everything about him.
He leaned down to take one of my nipples into his mouth, and as soon as his tongue touched me, I came. The feeling was exquisite, suddenly tilting me over the edge and into orgasm. I came with a shudder and a small moan, the first of what would be many climaxes that morning. And to think, I used to think a coffee was the best thing to wake up to.
I wasn’t sure how long we spent in bed after we woke up. I could’ve lost the whole day in there with him, no problem. First, he slid between my legs and made me come with his mouth. He moved his tongue slowly, being tender against my overly sensitive skin after I just came with the vibrator. We made out for a while after that, and once I recovered, he climbed on top of me.
He took his time making love to me, starting with him on top and then flipping over so I could ride him. Looking up at me intently as I came, my pussy pulsing around his cock and my entire body giving out on top of his. And then, to finish up, he flipped me onto my side and took me from behind, holding my body close so I could feel his breath against my neck. I came one last time, my leg lifted and his hand on my pussy, and he bottomed out inside of me, letting out a long growl as he finally got his pleasure.
We stayed like that until both of us drifted back into reality, before he withdrew and rolled away from me so he could dispose of the condom. He soon returned to join me on the bed, but I was so exhausted from our activities, I could barely lift my head from the pillow.
“That good, huh?” he asked cockily.
“Oh, don’t be so full of yourself,” I teased.
He leaned over to plant a kiss on my cheek and got up to open the door to allow Betsy to go run on the beach.
“That was pretty fucking amazing,” he said, pulling the sheets over himself, and I nodded.
“Can we just do that all the time?” I suggested. “Never get out of bed, order food straight to here?”
“Tempting as that is,” he teased, “I think we should go down and make sure the contractors are on schedule with the restaurant and your boutique.”
“Oh, really?” I propped myself up on my elbows and looked at him expectantly.
Elliott smiled and said, “I’m excited. Hopefully it’s starting to come together.
“You’re serious about this, aren’t you?” I asked, shaking my head. And to think, when I met him, I was sure he was nothing more than a delinquent party boy, looking to have a little fun. Here he was, sitting in front of me and going over all the things he wanted to do in the future—our future. It was crazy.
“Of course, I am,” he said, linking his fingers through mine and looking at me seriously. “I want to build a life with you here, Aria. I really do.”