"Thanks," I said, enjoying looking into her brown eyes. I'd never noticed that they were flecked with bits of green...
Maybe I made Chloe uncomfortable with the prolonged eye contact. Whatever it was, my bodyguard took a moment to drop her gaze as she ran her fingers through her hair. Something caught her gaze, and it froze in place. I watched as the tip of her tongue slipped from between her lips and lingered as she ran it across her top lip, slowly wetting it as she massaged her scalp with her fingertips. Eventually, her tongue slid back into her mouth, and her bottom lip followed. Her incisors delicately bit into the soft flesh of her lip, and her hand worked down to her neck; the muscles in her forearm rolled as she massaged it.
I wasn't sure how long I watched her, studying her freckled face framed by strands of wavy blonde hair, when suddenly I realized that her irises were trained back on mine. It was my turn to lick my lips, and I could hear myself swallow. There was unmistakable desire in those eyes. Of course, I knew what she had been looking at. The erection in my pants from my discussion with Jess was very apparent, and it was clear that it had attracted her attention.
I knew so little about Chloe. Like, how long had it been since she'd been laid? I recalled that night, seeing her in my doorway with one hand buried in her panties as she watched me fuck Ashlee. That tank top had perfectly molded to her flawless body, and even in the meager light, I could make out the contours of her muscled abdomen, tight obliques, and firm shoulders. When was the last time she'd felt someone climb on top of that impressive body and slide into her? Did she have anyone? She seemed married to her work.
Chloe was close, and I could have leaned in, closed less than a foot of distance between us, and our lips would be touching. Would she accept them? The way she'd been staring at my hardon, I suspected I knew the answer. She was more than a badass head of security, after all. She was a woman... here... in my house--a safe space where she didn't need to keep her guard up. She was a very sexy woman, giving me a very sexy look, and I had an unused erection sitting in my pants.
"I should go," Chloe said and got off the couch.
My window was gone.
"I'll let you know about meeting with Psalter and give you a rundown of our new security measures tomorrow." She stood there, looking at me for another moment, then turned and left.
I thought about going after her, grabbing her wrist, pulling her toward me, and sliding my lips over hers. However... something told me not to do it. It didn't feel right, and if I'd made a move on her right then, that fleeting, delicate opportunity would have been gone forever. She was my bodyguard, after all. Watching each other from a distance was one thing, but actual sex...
I sighed and almost reached for my phone to see where Erin was. God, how ridiculous was it that I was getting so used to getting regular sex that I couldn't seem to go ten minutes without someone taking care of an erection.
As I closed my fingers around the phone, it buzzed as someone called. Danielle.
Monday, 6:05 pm
The elevator door dinged and slid open to reveal the lovely Danielle Holland standing in the way. Her hands were planted on either side of the jam, presenting herself to me. Her glossy, charcoal-black hair had been gathered at the nape of her neck and draped over one shoulder. She wore a white, lacy bra that cupped her small B-cup breasts and lifted them to maximize the cleavage she had. Matching panties cut high across her hips and ran between her legs, teasing at what lay behind the thin fabric. It was all accented with a sheer white robe loosely cinched around the waist by little more than a thin ribbon. The robe fell to her knees--not that it mattered. The filmy material was so thin and transparent that she might as well not have been wearing it. A thin fabric clung to her legs, held in place by a garter, but she wasn't wearing any shoes, keeping her natural height. She looked positively virginal.
"Hi," she said, flashing her beautiful smile at me as she batted her eyes. As usual, her green irises were emphasized with a touch of dark eyeliner and mascara to make her lashes stand out.
"Hey," I said, enjoying the sight of the beautiful young woman standing in the elevator's doorway, staring up at me like a pure offering. I stepped toward her, wrapped my arms around her waist, picked her up, and crushed her tight to me; her legs wrapped around my waist, and her arms did the same to my neck as she brought her face close to mine.
"Congratulations, baby," she whispered as our noses brushed each other, her hooded forest-green eyes staring down into mine. Our lips met, and I immediately felt her tongue brush against mine, requesting entrance. I opened my mouth and received her gift, meeting hers with my own to allow them to dance together. One hand slid to the back of her head, guaranteeing her mouth couldn't escape mine anytime soon.
We shared a volcanic kiss for several minutes, standing in the elevator, her whimpering in my mouth as I breathed in her floral scent and kept her pressed close against me. Eventually, our lips parted, and she stared at me with a heated expression that almost made me drag her to the couch and fuck her right there.
Instead, she unwound her legs from my hips and slipped to the ground, her arms slipping from around my neck and trailing down my chest as she looked up at me. There was a little more color in her cheeks than just a few moments ago.
"Tell me you got on the elevator like this," I said, grinning down at her.
"The security down there would have liked that," Danni growled, her nose wrinkling cutely.
"I guarantee you they would have," I said, wondering how often the security talked about how much of a lucky son of a bitch I was.
"I changed on the elevator," she said. "I wanted to surprise you." She backed away a few steps and did a little spin for me.
"You certainly did," I said as my eyes drank in her form--soft skin, flared hips, beautiful round ass, feminine back, and lovely legs encased in silky hose.
"I have two more surprises for you," Danni said, picking up a bag on the elevator floor. I spied a corner of denim peeking out of the bag--probably the clothes she'd changed out of. She brushed past me and into the main living room. Dropping the bag by the first couch she came to, she reached in and pulled out a glass bottle. The condensation suggested that it was already chilled.
"Champaign?" I asked.
"This is the smaller one. The bigger one is later," she said, giving me a mischievous grin. When it came to troublemaking, she was no match for Erin, but in light of her sweet disposition and gentle spirit, her look suggested she had something absolutely sinful in store for me.
"You don't have to do this," I said.
"Of course I do," she said, unwrapping the neck of the bottle. "You had a major success today!" She handed it to me. "Would you mind?"
"I should probably open this over a sink," I said.
Danni gave me a look. "Seriously, Marcus. You're a billionaire. Make a little bit of a mess. Live a little!"
She was right. Holding the bottle away from us, I popped the cork and let bubbles cascade down the neck and across the rich tapestry underneath our feet.
"Whoo!" Danni cheered with a grin.
I raised the bottle to my lips and drank deeply of the bubbly alcohol. I'd had champagne before, but it had never been this good. Swallowing it, I passed the bottle to Danni; she took it, placed a hand on my chest, and gave me a gentle shove. I stumbled back, and she did it again. After the second time, the backs of my legs hit the couch, catching me off balance. I dropped into the soft leather cushion with Danielle standing just in front of me.
Still grinning down at me, she reached for the ribbon at her waist and tugged on one of the loose ends. The gauzy robe fell open, revealing what I'd already seen beneath it; she dropped her shoulders as she turned her head to the side, giving me a lovely view of her neck and chest as the robe slipped from her arms and dropped to her wrists. One side slid free while the other caught on the glass bottle in her grasp. She switched hands so the filmy material fell to the floor, forgotten as she stood before me with her beautiful figure on full display for me.
"Is this my other surprise?" I asked.
She gave me a small, mysterious smile and shook her head, then climbed into my lap so that she was straddling me. Pressing her lips to the mouth of the bottle, Danni tipped it back and took a long draught, her ivory throat rippling with every swallow. It was a beautiful, flawless work of art made even more white and pure when contrasted against the raven hair falling down one side.
Dropping her arm and the bottle next to me on the couch, Danielle looked down at me, her eyes clouded with desire and her cheeks slightly bulging with what I guessed was a mouthful of alcohol. Then she leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine, wrapping her fingers around my jaw to hold it in place as she opened her mouth and let its contents drip into mine.
I drank it all, swallowing it in two gulps as her tongue invaded my mouth once more, sweeping across my tongue and exploring every inch available to her. The grip on my jaw was firm, and the kiss deepened.
Droplets of champagne spilled from my lips, and I could feel them running down my chin as she pulled away. Danni must have noticed them because she leaned forward, extended her tongue, and ran the flat of it up my chin, collecting all the droplets before they could fall.
Once she collected all the wayward champagne, she pulled back just enough to look me in the eye. "Ruin it," she whispered. "Rip it open."
Needing no encouragement, I grabbed the gauzy fabric covering her small breasts and gave it one firm tug. It ripped almost as if it were made of paper mache, separating and exposing Danielle's chest and most of her abdomen. Her lingerie hung off her shoulders like tinsel hanging off a Christmas tree.
Champagne still in hand, Danni turned her head to the side, the tendons in her neck straining as she stretched her arms above her head, lifting her hair in one hand as the champagne bottle hung in the air. The act left her chest fully exposed; her breasts hung high. Her pretty pink nipples were subtly darker than her fair complexion, and it was hard to distinguish where her skin ended and areola began. Her nipples were already as hard as diamonds. The woman in my lap was a goddess.
Green bottle held high, Danni tipped it, and champagne spilled from the mouth, catching light and sparkling as it cascaded over her. She leaned back as the alcohol splashed over her chest, neck, and breasts; champagne dribbled off her and dropped to the floor, on the couch... my lap. However, little pools of it collected in the curves of her body--the hollow of her throat as she lay back, her belly button... between her breasts. Beads of it ran down her perfect ivory skin as she lay back, supported by my hand wrapped around her waist.
Someone had been taking lessons from the dancers.
Accepting the invitation, I leaned forward and dipped my tongue in my lover's belly button, lapping the champagne up with one swipe of my tongue. Then I painted a trail up her torso--across her ribs and up between her breasts, which was about as far as I could go in our position. I had plenty to work with, though.
I lapped at the small pool gathered between her modest breasts, licking her champagne-flavored nipples before suckling on the hard little nubs of crinkled flesh and gaining a moan from Danni. Her arms wrapped around my neck and the back of my head as she pulled me into her breast, encouraging me to take as much of her small mound between my lips as possible. After a few minutes, I switched to the other one, rewarded with more sounds from my raven-haired beauty.
