She lifted her eyes from where she'd been watching what I was doing with my fingers, up to meet mine. We stared at each other for a beat. Or maybe it was an hour. Didn't matter, time was irrelevant. We were both thinking about the same filthy things we could be doing to each other. Right? I couldn't think of anything else around her. My dick did not possess an off-switch where my kitten was concerned. And not right now either, when her nipples had gotten as hard as my cock was and were calling to me through her pretty green blouse. Who the hell switched on the heat? The room felt blasting hot.
"Yes," she said in a whisper.
Didn't have a clue if her "yes" was a statement or a question, but then again, did it matter? Christ, I was a fucking mess speaking when she was so utterly distracting with her pink lips wet from where she'd just licked over them, and her tits—my God her fucking tits—with their dusky pink nipples budded up tight, all aroused, showing under the emerald green of her blouse, but mostly needing to be under my tongue like an hour ago—
I shook my head once and pulled myself together, hoping what I said next was somewhat coherent. "We need to sort out how this will work logistically for both of us, two people with jobs and school commitments in London, for which there's still three hundred miles and an ocean standing between it and here."
Must've made some sort of sense because she answered me. "I have classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays this term. I could easily be at Donadea on a Friday morning and then stay through Monday night to work on the collection each week. And then I would go back to London on a Tuesday morning. My class doesn't meet until the afternoon on Tuesdays so I would make it in time easy. I know there are early commuter flights in and out of Belfast—"
"No need for that. I can fly us to London in a blink with Nelly. It's how I commute now. And as it happens, I have to be in London for cabinet meetings on Tuesdays, and for undersecretary meetings on Wednesdays, so this schedule will coordinate well with yours. I could always be called back on other days by the boss, which can't be helped, but I think our schedule couldn't be more perfect really. We can leave early on Tuesday morning and I'll have you in London by nine. Will that work for you this week? It's Sunday now so that gives us another day before we have to head back to town." Please say yes, kitten.
"Yeah, that will work. My schedule's pretty flexible with my commitments in London at the moment actually. I still have my flat I used to share with Brynne, but I do need a new roommate. My dad wants it to be my sister, Danielle. He'd like for her to move to London for good because he thinks she'll be safer here."
"Is she not safe in Santa Barbara?"
Her eyes fluttered down. She's probably safe, yeah, but our father is a first-class worrier about all things since our mom died three years ago."
"If I had daughters that looked like you, I'd be in a permanent state of barking mad terror. Your father sounds like a sensible man who loves his daughters, to me." A good father. Something I wouldn't know from my own, but only through other male relatives who showed me what a good father is supposed to be like. It made me happy to know that Gabrielle and her sister had a father who cared so much. What did that feel like I wonder? A caring parent. I snapped out of my dark musings and remembered something I wanted to tell her. "Since I may need to stay for longer stretches at my London house if the PM requires me, please know you are always welcome to stay over here at Donadea without me in residence. You're free to come and go from here as you wish, any time, Gabrielle. It's a standing invitation."
She laughed softly. "Thank you for that. No more surprises for either of us, right? We don't want a repeat of that crazy night in the rain."
"Ahhhh, no we do not."
"I get that your privacy means a great deal. I'd want to keep this place a secret too. And I almost forgot that you meet with the PM on the regular, being a member of his cabinet." I still can't believe it. You have a close personal friendship with the prime minister. What other talents do you have, Ivan?"
"I'm not a bad polo player actually."
She laughed, moving our hands so our positions were reversed. Hers was now covering mine. "Now that, is something I need to see." She caressed her thumb softly back and forth over the top of my hand. That she was touching me felt fucking nice.
"A polo match?" I asked.
"No, you dressed in polo pants and riding boots, carrying a crop. Shirt optional, of course."
Be careful what you wish for, kitten. "Noted, Miss Hargreave,” I said, amazed that my voice hadn't cracked when I got the words out. I gave her a curt nod, my mind already going places I'd not dared to go…yet. But if she was suggesting it… So many fantasies to be played out with her. God.
She returned my nod with a sultry look and a slow lick of her lips, finishing the whole sexy business off with a scrape of her top teeth over her bottom lip until it popped free. "Mr. Everley, I need to know something."
"What do you need to know, kitten?" My cock was now bone-fucking hard and in possession of every single answer to anything Gabrielle ever needed to know right now, in the future, or forever.
"Are you going to ravish me now?"
I didn't bother her with a response.
Chapter 8
GABRIELLE
One second. And an invitation. That's all it took to turn him.
He transformed from a completely focused mortal man conversing with me on a topic of mutual interest, into a wild, ravening, and very male beast, all in the span of an instant. A beast with an enormous hard cock intent upon putting his enormous, hard, cock into me. As quickly as possible.
Oh-kay…if you insist.
I asked for it. And I already knew Ivan could turn it on and off at will. I'd seen him do it over lunch when I'd stupidly assumed a relationship between him and his father. He'd done it at other times since we'd met. I should know him well enough by now. I think I did know. And that's why I teased him. I wanted to turn him just now. You want him to fuck you, like the wicked kitten you are.
I did.
And it was worth it. Every kiss to my neck, and each tug on my hair to force an offering of my throat to his mouth was worth it. The rough squeezes to my breasts after he tore my green shirt open were worth it. The little scrape of his teeth when he took a nipple in between and proceeded to softly bite down was so very worth it. The pricking of his beard when he brushed it along my skin—absolutely fucking worth it.
But then he stopped, dropping me down to sprawl on my back on the chaise, tits out from where he pulled my bra up to get at them.
I watched as he stalked over to the door, sharply pulled it closed, and then the snick of a lock being secured. We were alone behind the door. Locked in a room together, private and alone. We both knew what it meant. Each of us had our defined roles now. If I did this with him, then I was cementing the agreement we'd made earlier. To be his submissive. I didn't stand a chance of resisting him the second he turned back toward me and I saw him. His tall and muscled physique, combined with that cut jawline of his, and the dark hair I was obsessed with, all made Ivan Everley into the gorgeous lordly specimen that he was. And right now, for our immediate future in this room together, he would be my lord.