Close Quarters: The Forbidden Billionaire (Part One) (BDSM And Domination Erotic Romance Novelette) by Ana Meadows Page B
Authors: Ana Meadows
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evening, and even so, it had never felt better to have him inside her, and Alice marveled that his thick hardness could be at the same time so soft and tender, probing, seeking, pleasuring her in the gentlest of ways. He moved his hand to her breast, caressing it gently, bent his head to her nipple and surrounded it with his tongue, and then they rolled gently, changing positions with Alice on top.
She placed her hands on his chest, feeling his hard body beneath her, her gorgeous mass of burnished hair falling over her shoulder like red water. She took him deep into her body, moving her hips, taking her pleasure from him. He reached up then, touching her cheek. “Alice,” he said, his breath coming faster, “Look at me.” And she tried, she really did, but the sight of his face, lost in the rapture of lovemaking was more that she could bear. She did not want him to see her cry. She turned her face away, and even that was not enough. So, instead, she buried her face in his shoulder, her hips grinding against him, and he rose to meet her again and again until together they melted, wetting the sheets beneath them.
They stood on the dock, facing one another. Alice was in the jeans and tee shirt she’d boarded the FORBIDDEN in nearly two weeks ago, her duffle slung over one shoulder. Cal had offered her any and all of the beautiful clothing she’d wanted from the closet on board, but she left only with what she’d had when she came onboard. She could not think of taking anything she could construe as “payment”. She did not want to say good-bye, and instead looked past him, over his shoulder, at the long, black limousine that awaited him, and Watkins, now in a black uniform standing at the ready near the car. He was gazing out at the water, giving them their privacy.
“Please,” Cal was saying. “Let me drive you back.”
The breeze off the water lifted Alice’s hair from her face. “Thank you,” she said, more formally than she meant to. “I really prefer to take a cab.”
“Alice-“
“Yes?” She allowed herself to look at him, hoping.
“You’re sure you won’t…” he shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. “- continue on?”
Alice looked away, swallowing her tears and a good bit of anger. Even in the last waves of their morning lovemaking, he hadn’t explained a thing, and Alice had been too stubborn to ask him again, either. She’d needed him to make some sort of overture, give some kind of clarity, but he’d left things hanging, and in fact, seemed almost surprised at her decision to go back to her life. The university. Her job – if she still had one, in fact. The struggling. Dullness . But, Alice reasoned, all of that was preferable to being with a man she was in love with who did not love her back – one who paid her to be with him, at that!
She put out her hand and Cal looked at it a moment, as if confused, before taking it. “You’ve been – very gracious to me,” Alice said.
There was an awkward silence between then, then Alice gestured to Watkins. “Looks like you’re getting the nod,” she said. “I don’t want to hold up your schedule.” They both turned as Alice’s cab pulled up alongside the limo. “There, you see? I’m set.”
“Well, then,” said Cal, his mouth in a tight line. “Shall we?”
They walked together toward their respective vehicles. The cab driver got out and opened the back door for Alice. She threw her bag in the back seat and turned to Cal. “Thank you, again,” she said.
He leaned toward her and pecked her on the cheek, then mouth set got in the limo and closed the door abruptly. Watkins gave Alice remorseful look, then he, too, entered the limo. Alice got in the cab and watched Cal’s car drive off ahead of her, tears in her eyes. It took her a moment to realize that the cabbie was speaking to her.
“Miss? You okay, huh?”
Alice wiped at her eyes with her sleeve.
She placed her hands on his chest, feeling his hard body beneath her, her gorgeous mass of burnished hair falling over her shoulder like red water. She took him deep into her body, moving her hips, taking her pleasure from him. He reached up then, touching her cheek. “Alice,” he said, his breath coming faster, “Look at me.” And she tried, she really did, but the sight of his face, lost in the rapture of lovemaking was more that she could bear. She did not want him to see her cry. She turned her face away, and even that was not enough. So, instead, she buried her face in his shoulder, her hips grinding against him, and he rose to meet her again and again until together they melted, wetting the sheets beneath them.
They stood on the dock, facing one another. Alice was in the jeans and tee shirt she’d boarded the FORBIDDEN in nearly two weeks ago, her duffle slung over one shoulder. Cal had offered her any and all of the beautiful clothing she’d wanted from the closet on board, but she left only with what she’d had when she came onboard. She could not think of taking anything she could construe as “payment”. She did not want to say good-bye, and instead looked past him, over his shoulder, at the long, black limousine that awaited him, and Watkins, now in a black uniform standing at the ready near the car. He was gazing out at the water, giving them their privacy.
“Please,” Cal was saying. “Let me drive you back.”
The breeze off the water lifted Alice’s hair from her face. “Thank you,” she said, more formally than she meant to. “I really prefer to take a cab.”
“Alice-“
“Yes?” She allowed herself to look at him, hoping.
“You’re sure you won’t…” he shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. “- continue on?”
Alice looked away, swallowing her tears and a good bit of anger. Even in the last waves of their morning lovemaking, he hadn’t explained a thing, and Alice had been too stubborn to ask him again, either. She’d needed him to make some sort of overture, give some kind of clarity, but he’d left things hanging, and in fact, seemed almost surprised at her decision to go back to her life. The university. Her job – if she still had one, in fact. The struggling. Dullness . But, Alice reasoned, all of that was preferable to being with a man she was in love with who did not love her back – one who paid her to be with him, at that!
She put out her hand and Cal looked at it a moment, as if confused, before taking it. “You’ve been – very gracious to me,” Alice said.
There was an awkward silence between then, then Alice gestured to Watkins. “Looks like you’re getting the nod,” she said. “I don’t want to hold up your schedule.” They both turned as Alice’s cab pulled up alongside the limo. “There, you see? I’m set.”
“Well, then,” said Cal, his mouth in a tight line. “Shall we?”
They walked together toward their respective vehicles. The cab driver got out and opened the back door for Alice. She threw her bag in the back seat and turned to Cal. “Thank you, again,” she said.
He leaned toward her and pecked her on the cheek, then mouth set got in the limo and closed the door abruptly. Watkins gave Alice remorseful look, then he, too, entered the limo. Alice got in the cab and watched Cal’s car drive off ahead of her, tears in her eyes. It took her a moment to realize that the cabbie was speaking to her.
“Miss? You okay, huh?”
Alice wiped at her eyes with her sleeve.
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