Bliss Series Boxed Set: The Whole Damn Harem Page 6

  “I know, Sean, but it’s okay. I’m always safe, I promise,” I say sullenly, feeling slightly scolded. Even when he’s not in the same room as me I submit to him, it’s a very heady power he has over me. Thankfully, Sean has never been one to take advantage. It has always been in the right situations and always in the bedroom. It’s never crossed over into everyday life. I think that is why it works well for us.

  “So, I shall await your call then?” I detect a small amount of disappointment in his voice, not that he would ever admit it.

  “Definitely, I call you next week and see if you’re still in town? Maybe we can catch up for a drink?” I add, hoping he’ll say yes. I haven’t seen him in a month and have actually missed his company, as well as the hot ass sex he is oh so good at delivering.

  “Sounds good. You be careful, or else I’ll spank you until you do,” he warns. God damn, that man and his promises. Just the thought of his hand warming my begging ass has me blushing.

  ∞∞∞

  That first night we spent together was unreal.

  With a firm grip of my hand, he led me past the red velvet rope and up the sleek black wooden stairs towards the VIP level of the club. His whole persona was addictive. He held himself with such confidence, so determined. I knew that when he saw something or someone he wanted, he’d always get it. That night what he wanted was me, and I was nothing but an enamored moth to his burning hot flame.

  Reaching the top of the stairs, he led me towards a dimly lit hallway lined with low hanging red tinted lamps. Even the hallway had a sexual energy. There were three doors on each side, each door a different color, fading from black at the beginning to red hot red at the end.

  When he reached the red door, he spun on his heels and pushed me against the door, taking my mouth with reckless abandon. I gasped at his ferocity, allowing his eager tongue the welcome access. He’d taunted me, his mouth claiming mine as his own. Easing back, he lightly scraped his teeth along my lower lip, sending a delicious shiver through my entire body.

  “Tonight, baby doll, you’re mine. Do you understand that?”

  I nodded, unable to form words. I was that turned on by his sudden power over me. I relished the loss of control, the sudden desire to give myself up to this dark seductive man consuming me.

  His piercing stare cemented me against the wall. It silently spoke of desire and power, yet I was not scared by him. The way his hand firmly gripped my hip while the other was caging me in, I felt safe. I remember being confused by the sheer magnetism of him.

  Moving his hand from the door, he pulled out a gold key from his pocket and unlocked the door behind me. Wrapping his arm around my back, he eased the door open, guiding me backwards into the unknown abyss while his mouth found mine again. This time I was prepared, matching his tongue stroke for stroke. I lifted my hands up into his hair, grabbing the strands between my fingers, and tightening them when I began to lose myself to his lips.

  A growl rumbled in his chest as I tightened my grip, and before I knew it the door was slammed shut behind me, and my back was flat against it as Sean continued to explore every inch of me. Pulling his mouth off me, he moved his lips along my jaw, nipping my ear as he whispered “You’re so fucking hot, baby doll. I can’t wait to have your ass warm from my hand. To have you laid out before me, begging to be fucked.”

  An electric shock jolted through my body, his crude words igniting me, driving me crazy. He trailed his tongue down my neck, nipping the skin where my neck and collarbone meet. I sagged against him, giving myself to him. He felt it happen, murmuring against my skin as he slipped his fingers between the slinky mesh fabric of my dress, sweeping it slowly down my shoulder and exposing my tingly skin to him as it fell down. Moving over to the other side, he did the same, dragging the material down my arm with his teeth, then running the point of his tongue back up my arm to my strapless lace corset top I’d worn underneath.

  “Hands on the door, don’t move,” he commanded as he moved both hands up to my breasts, swiping his thumbs across my straining erect nipples and eliciting a raspy moan from my mouth. “Fucking beautiful, baby doll,” he said as he hooked his fingers inside the top, pulling my breasts up and exposing them. Before I could rationalize what was happening, his hot wet mouth was on me, pulling my sensitive peak into his mouth and raking his teeth gently against it. He released it with a popping sound before moving to the other side and paying it the same attention. By then my body was burning hot, and I felt like I could spontaneously combust at any moment.

  Arching my back into his hands and mouth, my mind was full of what laid ahead, the pleasure this man was promising to give me. One night, one mind blowing night with no inhibitions, no stress, just giving myself up to this sexy as fuck man who wanted to devour me.

  He pulled his mouth off of me and moved back, staring at me while he took in my now half naked body before him. “We need to get these clothes off,” he spat out before grabbing my dress which was now gathered at my waist and tugging it down my legs until I was left bare in front of him.

  The dress I had been wearing had not allowed panties, so my lower body was exposed, leaving me standing before him in only my corset and black stilettos. The way he looked at me scorched my skin and left me breathless. Hearing his breath hitch as the last inch of my body was shown to him just spurred me on. I pulled my hands up off the door, forgetting his command to leave them there, and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, urging him closer to me. Moving in, his mouth found my neck while his hand trailed down the side of my body, caressing my hip before moving inward, his fingers between my parted legs.

  “Oh, baby doll, you’re so wet for me. Such a shame that you disobeyed,” he said dangerously. “My hand is going to warm your ass until you’re begging me to be inside you.”

  Not leaving me anytime to absorb what he’d just promised to do to me, he grabbed my hand, leading me over to a black leather one-seater chair and sitting down, leaving me standing naked in front of him, between his open legs. I admired the large bulge straining against his dark grey pants, unconsciously licking my lips at the sight. The ache between my legs intensified, and I remember thinking that I would die if he wasn’t inside me soon. Clearing his throat, my eyes snapped back to his face. He flashed a knowing grin back at me.

  Shit!

  “Now would be the time to change your mind, Mac. Otherwise, in less than thirty seconds I’m going to have your bare ass lying across my lap, and my hand stinging from the hard spanking I intend to give you,” he stated with a quirked brow, like he’s laying down the gauntlet for me.

  ∞∞∞

  I’m snapped out of my delicious flashback by a knock at the front door. I look at the clock on the wall and see that it’s 1 p.m. When I get to the door, I look through the peephole to find a Superman symbol, and start laughing. I open the door to find a beaming Daniel holding two brown bags in his hands, and a Superman key ring dangling off his keys.

  Leaning against the open door, I quirk my brow. “And for what do I owe this pleasure?” I can’t hold back the smile that is on my lips at the mere sight of him.

  “You mentioned that you had today off, and I have a quiet afternoon, so I thought what could be better than having lunch outside with a beautiful stranger,” he says with a wink.

  I look down at my outfit, currently consisting of an oversized top with a picture of a fork and a spoon and the caption ‘Spooning leads to Forking’ (not my finest moment) and leggings. Daniel looks like sex on legs with his black slacks and his open white business shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing off some impressive forearms. I bet he could do push-ups above me while he….

  Shit! Where was I? Oh, yeah.

  “Ah, as you can see, I’m not dressed for public consumption,” I can feel the blush creeping up my cheeks. God, you don’t let any prospective bed mate see you in your lounge around home ensemble until AFTER you’ve slept together.

  “To be honest, Mac, seeing you like this? It’s sexy as
fuck,” he says with a grin. “How about we just stay here for lunch? Then I can check you out in private. As long as you don’t mind me intruding,” he adds with a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

  Wow, looks like fun, flirtatious, dirty Daniel is in the house today. I’m liking all the different sides of Daniel I’ve seen so far, maybe a bit too much. It doesn’t stop me from taking a step forward and placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

  “Sounds good.”

  Stepping to the side, I hold my hand out, directing him in like a cop standing on an intersection. You’re such a dork, Mac!

  “Would you like a drink?” I ask, walking into the kitchen and opening the fridge to see what I can even offer. “We’ve got OJ, Water, Milk...oooh, there are two bottles of Millers left.”

  “Would be a shame to let a Miller got to waste,” he says behind me as he places the food on the breakfast bar.

  “Damn, a man after my own heart,” I say without engaging my stupidity filter.

  I turn around, holding the two bottles in my hand, and when I see the look on his face, I’m speechless. His eyes have softened, and he’s giving me the sexiest grin I’ve ever seen. “You never know your luck in the big city, Mac,” he adds, copying my earlier comment. “But for now, enough with the flirting or else I’ll forget all about this food and devour you for lunch.”

  Nope, I was wrong. Now I’m the one with the goofy look on my face. Inner Mac is screaming at him ‘Devour me, devour me now!’

  I shake my head, trying to regain my composure. Daniel chuckles as he takes a seat on a bar stool and starts pulling out our lunch, which looks more like a gourmet spread than a deli lunch.

  Yet another mark in his favor.

  Chapter 8

  “Hungry Eyes”

  In the blink of an eye, it’s Thursday and almost time for my third date with Daniel. Yes, third date. This is a miracle, at least for me.

  I’m not a dater. I may accept a drink or two from a handsome stranger at a bar, or meet up with a friend with benefits for a drink and a game of pool, but since I’ve been back living in Chicago I’ve only been on a handful of dates. Kate is the dater. I love her dearly, but she’s always had the delusional belief of love at first sight and happy ever afters. She’s a hopeless romantic, which, unfortunately, means that she’s had more than her fair share of heartbreak over the years.

  I now have her heartbreak process worked out, and have perfected a technique to handle them, down to a fine art.

  Day 1 involves pajamas, Ben & Jerry’s, and a DVD marathon of Supernatural or Gossip Girl. There is nothing like a bit of Sam and Dean, or Chuck Bass to make a girl feel better.

  Day 2 is her angry stage, where she wants to wring the neck of every member of the male race with her bare hands. On those days, we consume large quantities of vodka and Red Bull. Tequila shots have also been known to make a welcome appearance. The hangovers we have by the next day suck, but generally by day three, Kate is ready to jump back on the horse, or the next available male so to speak.

  I get home from work before Kate does, having skipped out an hour early to pop down to Michigan Avenue and find a hot new top to wear for my date. I know Daniel wants to take me to Navy Pier. Part of me is hoping we end up at Pier Park and get stuck at the top of the ferris wheel, so I need an outfit that will be warm, functional, and sexy.

  The third date rule will no longer apply after tonight and thank God for that! I’m dying to find out how talented Daniel is with that mouth of his. We may be stranded on second base, but that doesn’t rule out an instant home run, especially where he’s concerned. That grin, the twinkle in his eye, that delightful mouth that can turn my insides to jelly within seconds...

  Argh!

  I’m shaved, showered and exfoliated head to toe by the time Kate walks in the door. Dumping her purse and keys on the kitchen counter, she stands there blatantly checking me out. With a little twirl of her finger, I do a spin showing her the complete look.

  “Very nice, babe. New top?” she asks, leaning forward and checking the inside label. “Yes, and expensive too.” She leans against the bench and quirks a brow at me. “A lot of effort for a date, Mac,” she adds with a grin.

  “Don’t,” I say sternly but with a huge smile. “Don’t say it. I just want to look nice for him. What’s wrong with that?”

  “Nothing,” she says in an annoying sing song voice. “I’m going to shut up before you start freaking out on me. It’s nice seeing you like this. Dating, and actually wanting to go out with the same man more than once.”

  “Hush now. Can you do something with my hair?” I tilt my head and give her my best sad puppy dog look which wins her over every time.

  She lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Oh, come into my bathroom. I’ll do something with this mess of yours.”

  “Yay! Love you.” I pucker my lips at her for an air kiss just as she grabs my hand and drags me towards her miracle station aka her bathroom.

  At seven-thirty, Kate and I are sitting on the couch watching our favorite entertainment news show and catching up on all the celebrity gossip when there’s a knock at the door.

  “I’ll get it,” Kate says, jumping to her feet and rushing to the door before I have a chance to stop her.

  “Hi, you must be the smoking hot volcano of fine I’ve heard so much about.” Her voice is full of glee as she greets him. Damn that girl! “I’m Kate, Mac’s best friend and roommate.”

  She’s holding her hand out to him which he shakes firmly, being the gentleman he is and I don’t miss the low chuckle he makes at Kate’s introduction. I shake my head as I walk towards the kitchen to grab my purse.

  “Nice to meet you,” he says before looking my way. He stops and stares at me.

  “What? Do I have something on my face?” I ask, rubbing my hands over my face. Dammit, that’s all I need.

  “No, gorgeous, you look beautiful. I just wanted a moment to take you in,” he says with a wide grin.

  I look down at my outfit. A burgundy tank with lace cut outs, a pair of cute black skinny jeans with cargo pockets on the legs and three zips on the thighs, and black leather, zip front ankle boots that I saw in Nordstrom’s today and couldn’t leave behind.

  “Oh!” I blush. Damn that man and his ability to make me lose my head at a moment’s notice.

  He walks towards me, stopping so close I can feel the heat radiating off his body. He lifts his hand up to my face and pushes a wayward hair back behind my ear. “You look sexy when you blush,” he says so quietly that I’m sure I’m hearing things. He kisses my cheek softly before pulling back and smiling. Damn he has the straightest teeth I’ve ever seen, and perfectly white. Does he not have anything wrong with him? Like even just one thing...well, not that thing because that would be a disaster for all women kind.

  “Do you want to have a drink here first, or should we get going?” I ask, doing a last minute check of my bag for the essentials: lip gloss, mascara, perfume, deodorant, condoms.

  Check!

  “Well, if you don’t mind I’ve made us a dinner reservation for eight so we should probably get going,” he suggests.

  “Sure. Kate, love you. See you when I get back?”

  “I won’t wait up,” she replies with a wink. “Anyway, I’ve got a date with the Salvatore brothers.”

  Daniel walks towards the front door, grinning ear to ear. He turns and grabs my coat off my arm, holding it out for me. “Bye, Kate. Hope to see you again sometime.”

  I walk up to him and guide my hands into the arms of the coat. Daniel runs his hands over the shoulders and down the front of the jacket, his hands skimming my breasts as he smoothes it out for me. “Perfect,” he says before leaning forward and kissing my forehead. “Just like you.”

  I hear Kate sigh behind us, and I giggle as I wave bye to her and walk out the front door with my Delicious Daniel.

  I’m barely fifty feet down the sidewalk before I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket with a text. Pulling it out, I see its K
ate, I sigh, already knowing what I’ll see when I read the message.

  “Kate? Already?” Daniel muses.

  “Yes, no doubt it’ll be about you,” I say jokingly. I open the message and snort at what I read.

  Kate: Hot damn, Mac. If you don’t want him, I’m more than happy to take him off your commitment phobe hands. He has me drooling at both ends!

  I hear a chuckle come from Daniel, and as I look up at him I see that he’s read the message over my shoulder. Holy crap!

  “I’m so sorry! Kate lost her brain to mouth filter a long time ago.”

  “I like her. She tells it like it is.” He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me into his side, kissing my hair before murmuring, “Although, I’d love to know if I make you drool too.”

  “I bet you would, Superman. Remember, you said you’d show me how well you play cards,” I say with a slight hip bump.

  “Oh, I will, Mac. Don’t doubt it for a second.” He flashes me that sexy grin of his again.

  After another block of walking, and me silently scolding myself for choosing such ridiculous but pretty shoes, we stop outside a cute little Italian restaurant. To be honest, it doesn’t look all that inviting from the outside. Daniel sees the disbelief on my face and grins.

  “Just trust me on this, Mac. You’re going to love it.” He grabs my hand and steps forward. I think he’s going to open the door for me, but instead he pulls me into his arms and dips me backwards, planting the mother of all hard kisses on my waiting lips. Having kissed the life out of me, he pulls me back up and holds me while I regain both my breath and my senses. He literally just swept me off my feet, in the middle of the freaking sidewalk.

  Holy mother of God. This boy is a card shark!

  He smiles at me, knowing damn well the effect he’s having on me. “You okay there, Mac?” he asks, knowing all too well that I’m a pawn in his sexy game.