He spoke.
“I’m delighted you gave us the time you did, Simone, but you have a job, you have responsibilities to your employer. You also have my house key, and your Cayenne is programmed to open your garage bay. If I’m asleep when you get home, all I ask is that you wake me so I know you’re home safely. And if you need to work evenings, nights and weekends, just share your schedule with me with as much notice as you can, so I don’t plan anything when you need to be working.”
Easy as that?
“I work a lot, Stellan,” she warned.
“I do too, Simone. I also enjoy my work. If you became clingy and nagging and demanded I stop, this would make me unhappy. Why would I do something like that to you?”
“Men think about these things differently than women do.”
“Not all of us.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “You know, you could at least try to be a pain in the ass sometimes.”
He grinned. “Why on earth would I do that?”
She crossed her arms on her chest and looked down at her beautifully shod toes, muttering, “No reason.”
Stellan gave it a moment before he noted softly, “You were laughing with her.”
“We shared a few moments,” she told her toes.
“How long were you in her office with her?”
She slid her eyes to him. “Maybe five minutes.”
He gave her a warm smile. “She has that effect on people.”
She straightened her head and looked at him directly. “I didn’t pop in to be a pain. I was in the office, I’m not often in the office, and since it’s close to your office, and I had something to share, I decided to walk down and share it. But you should know I also came to meet her so it wouldn’t seem so heavy tomorrow night.”
“That’s perfectly understandable, and she obviously didn’t mind, nor would I expect her to. I don’t mind either. Ever. Anytime you wish to see me, I’ll make myself available to you. To that end, we’ll get you a passcard before you leave.”
“I think Susan already has that going,” she told him.
“I’ll bet she does,” he replied.
“You’re leaving last night alone,” she noted, again changing the subject abruptly, because he was leaving it alone but she, seemingly, could not.
“There are things about you, Simone, that are yours, and they will never be mine to have unless you choose to give them to me. Your sketchbooks, for one. Whatever occurred last night, another. I’m thrilled you’re in my life. I’m delighted beyond measure to share my home with you, M with you, Susan with you. If there’s anything you want from me, need from me, and I can give it to you, it’s yours. Materially, emotionally, my attention, my time. I’m fully aware that I’ve chosen a woman to spend my life with that is not at this point ready to offer me the same. I can wait. And honestly, Simone, if you never are, but you give me the beauty we have now, then that will make me far from unhappy.”
God.
She loved him.
“Really, it’d be a big help if you could be a pain in the ass even infrequently.”
He dropped his hands to his lap and smiled.
“I should probably get out of your hair,” she muttered.
“Actually, I’d prefer you pull your skirt up to your hips, your panties down, and spread your legs.”
Her heart thumped in her chest, her clit pulsed, her nipples instantly budded hard, her lips parted, and her eyes stayed riveted on him.
“Susan,” she whispered.
“Knows better than to disturb us, or allow anyone else to, but regardless, I locked the door.”
“Stellan—”
“I told you what I wish you to do, Simone. Please do it,” he said low.
Holding his eyes, she hesitated for a long moment, two, before she uncrossed her ankles, came up from the desk, shimmied her skirt up her hips and then pushed her thong down them until it fell to her ankles.
She kicked it aside and leaned back against the desk, bare-assed, and spread her legs.
Stellan didn’t watch her face while she did it.
He watched her do it.
She was so wet she was surprised she wasn’t dripping down the inside of her thigh not only doing it, but watching his face darken while she did.
Like he had all day, he took his time getting up from his chair and moving to stand between her spread legs.
Sixx stared up at him, positioned for him, exposed to him, and decided the beauty of Stellan surrounded by all that defined him out in the world was hot as fuck.
She was certain he’d fuck her on his desk, and she was ready for it. In fact, the longer he stood over her, looking down at her, not touching her, she was tempted to beg for it.
But then she couldn’t hold back her gasp when he dropped to his knees in front of her, shoved his mouth between her legs, and immediately commenced eating her.
Hard.
Her head rolled back.
Stellan threw one of her thighs over his shoulder and went deeper.
Amazing.
She moaned and rolled into him.
He began to tongue fuck her.
“God,” she whispered, lifting her head, looking down her body, seeing Stellan Lange on his knees before her. His dark hair and his broad shoulders and the shiny material at the back of his vest, all that between her legs, her white thigh thrown over one of his shoulders. “Baby,” she breathed, lifting a hand to drift her fingers into that thick, soft hair.
He adjusted, sucking in her clit, but she saw his gaze catching hers along the length of her body.
She locked her calf along his back so the trembling in her legs didn’t take her off his desk.
Eyes to hers, he drew hard at her clit—and primed by him just being him, giving her that command, doing this right there how they were doing it—that was all she needed. Her body convulsed, her head fell back again, and she came in his mouth.
She lost him and her purchase on the desk when he lifted her up and planted her ass firmly to the edge of it. She heard a zip go, tried to focus, but in the grips of the climax he gave her, she couldn’t, even when both her legs were yanked high and wide. With Stellan’s hands behind her knees, he bent over her and drove inside.
“Stellan,” she panted, her back arching, her chest pressing into his.
“Look at me while I fuck you, darling,” he ordered.
She righted her head and found his eyes right before his mouth took hers.
She tasted him and herself and it was the best taste in the world.
He fucked her to another orgasm and then let go of her knees, allowing her to round his hips with her legs as he curled his arms around her. One hand at the back of her neck, one arm holding her steady at the waist to take his thrusts. And he kept fucking her, staring in her eyes until he orgasmed quietly. But the veins popping in his neck, by his temple, the hardness of his jaw, the depth of his claiming drives as he fucked her through it told her it was a good one.
Sixx knew he hadn’t fully come down before he was kissing her again, tasting her with his tongue, giving her his own, his cock planted to the root and staying there.
When he broke the kiss, he again caught her gaze.
“I’ve been wanting to do that since you walked down to breakfast this morning in that skirt.”
“I’m glad I gave you an early opportunity.”
He grinned, touched his nose to hers, and when he did that, a simple gesture, but so goddamn sweet, Sixx got lost.
Lost in the idea that this could be their life. Her in the neighborhood, as it were, using her passcard to pop up and have a banter with Susan, a chat and a quick fuck on his desk with him. That she’d work, and he’d work, and she’d come to him asleep, wake him up to let him know she was home safe. Come down to breakfast wearing something he wanted to take off her, down her vitamins every morning and listen to M chatter.
But scars were forever, and hers were crippling.
They didn’t heal.
Did they?
“I might be late tonight,” she said quietly.
“Can you meet me at The Gladly for a quick dinner?” he asked.
She nodded. “I’ll try. I’ll let you know.”
“If you can’t, darling, that’s all right.”
She nodded again.
“Do you want me to clean you up, or do you want to do it?” he queried.