Chapter 7

Danielle

It’s the first night of heaven with Holden.

Mr. Long.

He’s between my legs, teasing me, prodding my clit with the tip of his nose. “Please,” I moan. “Please, please, please, Mr. Long. Please!”

Holden dives forward and buries his face in my pussy. He loops his arms around my thighs and holds them apart, pressing them farther and farther back, giving himself access to me. To my lips, my clit, my soaked hole.

His tongue curves inside me, plunges back and forth, back and forth, filling me again and again. It’s too much to bear. I’m already on the brink.

“Mr. Long,” I groan and fist a handful of his hair. “Oh, god.”

Holden feasts on me. He’s more focused than this afternoon. He pulls out and flattens his tongue against my lips, drags it upward to my clit then sucks, hard, circles my sensitive nub. The warmth drives me crazy. My legs kick, but he holds them in place.

I’m captivated, stuck.

I want nothing more than this moment. How can it be this good again?

Even better.

He drives two fingers inside me, and they make wet, soft noises. He hooks his fingers and grazes my g-spot. I watch everything, my elbows, sliding out from underneath me every now and again as I shake and keen.

“Going to come,” I manage. “Mr. Long,” I growl, my voice deepening as my orgasm builds. “Mr. Long, oh, fuck. I’m coming. I’m coming for you.”

I slam backward, fall, my eyes squeezed shut, and I jam through the orgasm, clenching around his fingers, dragging his face closer to my pussy, holding it there as best as I can.

“Good,” he says, around a mouthful of my clit. “Good. Again.”

I whimper and try shuffling away from him, but he holds me fast.

“Again,” he commands, sucking on my clit. His fingers pound into me, caress my g-spot, circle and press against it.

My aftershocks have barely subsided, but another climax builds within me, driven by those expert fingers and tongue, which lashes my clit yet again, demanding more from me.

Back in New York, he runs a tight ship. He expects the best from me, and I give it to him, whether it’s packed lunches or cleaning up after dinner. I’ll do my best for him now.

“Come for me,” he grunts.

The bliss that explodes through me is different from the last time. It grows within, tingles at my clit and scours me clean. I squirt for him, come so hard my eyes roll back in my head, and my ass bumps up and down, up and down.

“That’s it, fuck yes,” he says, and his voice is thick with desire.

He releases my legs, and I lie there for a second, breathing hard.

“Look how much you came,” he says, his voice still dripping desire.

I inhale and exhale, then sit up, my feet struggling for purchase in these heels. “I want it, too,” I say.

“What?”

“I want to taste you.”

His lips twitch upward at the corners, that sexy smile that’d tempted me back in New York. “Ask nicely, Danielle,” he says, from behind that mask. God, it’s even sexier that way.

“Please,” I whisper. “Please, I want to taste you.”

He rises to his feet and towers over me, looking down, power seeping from him, making me wetter still, if that’s possible at this point. Holden tilts his head to the side and waits. “Come,” he says.

I get on all fours and crawl across the floor toward him, my gaze on the bulge at the front of his jeans. It’s as massive as I remember, but I need to taste it. Now.

I halt in front of him and reach for the zipper. He catches my wrist and holds it. “Look at me,” he says.

I do as I’m told. He’s commanding again, taking charge, but quieter now. I like this mood, whatever it is. Love it, actually.

“Keep looking at me until I tell you to stop,” he says then undoes the button of his pants and unzips. He removes his dick from within, and I suck in a breath.

It’s even bigger than I remember, and the candlelight flickers, picks up the pre-cum that already coats his head. He’s just as wet for me as I am for him.

This is still surreal to me.

He’s my boss and for this weekend, and this weekend only, my lover.

“Wet your hand,” he says.

I spit on my free palm, and he releases the other.

“You’ll need both.”

He’s right, of course. I’ll work this dick with both hands and my mouth, too. Tasting his cum will complete this experience for me. I crave it.

I smooth my palms down his shaft, relishing the veins, the girth, all of it. Holden grabs the back of my head and jerks it forward. I open my mouth and accept his dick. I suck and open my jaw as wide as it can go and an ache creeps along the side of my face.

God, he’s huge.

“Look at me, Danielle,” he says. “Keep looking.”

I fix my gaze on his and suck, work his dick with my hands and mouth. He forces me onto his dick, and my mouth walks along the shaft. His tip hits the back of my throat and I gag, swallow, go deep again. On repeat.

This is too fucking good, once again.

Holden thrusting into my mouth, me gagging on his length, is a fantasy of mine. It’s one I’ve come to in the past, moaning his name.

“Don’t stop,” he commands.

I go faster, get sloppier, gag a few more times, but keep it together. I’m wet all over again. He thickens between my lips, and my teeth graze his dick. I open wider still.

“That’s it,” he growls. “That’s it, Danielle. Fuck it, you’re so good at that. Fuck.”

His desire spirals through the space between us. My eyes roll back in my head, then flick back and focus on him again.

My Holden. My boss.

Come in my mouth. Claim it. I’m yours.

He pounds into my mouth, throws his head back and groans. “Coming,” he manages.

Holden’s dick is impossibly big now. His head hits the back of my throat, and he pulses in my mouth, shoots his slightly salty, slightly sweet cum across my tongue. I lap it up, drink all he has, but more keeps coming.

I take that, too, and swallow, gently lick the bottom of his tip clean.

Holden pulls out slowly, grunting as he does. “Yes,” he says. “Christ, that was good.” He takes hold of my elbows and lifts me from the boards, then draws me into a hug and kisses the top of my head. “So good.”

I sigh and melt into him. This moment is even better than the sex. It’s emotional, connected, and I want to live in it forever.

Does he feel the same way I feel about him? He’s got to realize that my attraction isn’t only physical. Meeting him changed my life, and being around him each day… it’s made me realize what I want in a partner one day, even if I can’t have him.

I inhale his scent—spicy and warm, it clings to the insides of my nostrils. I’ll never forget it. Strange that he didn’t wear this cologne this afternoon.

Holden releases me then fixes my skirt. He pulls it down so it covers my ass again, brushing the backs of his fingertips on my skin. Next, he lifts the straps to cover my nipples again. He fixes my hair, holds my cheek and strokes it, his turquoise blue eyes consuming me.

I sway in his grip.

Why do you have to be this perfect? Mask or no mask, I can’t help falling for you. Stop, just stop, Holden.

But he won’t, and I don’t truly want him to. Not now.

What will happen when we’re back in New York?

“Come on,” he says. “Back to your villa.”

He takes my hand, and we walk to the door. He unlocks it with a dull click, and the thud of music and soft moans leaks into the room. We let ourselves out into the hall and walk the short distance to the boardwalk outside.

Holden waits for me to take the lead and I do, walking back toward my villa. It only takes a couple minutes, but the tension between us grows with each step.

We halt in the sand outside my front door. “Thank you,” I say and lean in to kiss him. “Would you like to come in for some coffee?”

He pecks my forehead, lets go of my hands, and steps back. “I have to go,” he replies.

“What? Why?” My heart thuds in my chest.

“This was a mistake. A big fucking mistake. It can’t happen again.” Holden runs his fingers through his blond hair and steps back. “I’m sorry, Danielle. I can’t jeopardize what we have going on.” And with that, he turns on his heel and strides off across the sand, without a backward glance.

My insides curl into a ball of shame and I hover there, watching.

Is this what heartbreak feels like?