Ally balked as she looked at Travis waiting arrogantly, expectantly. “I’m not taking off my dress. And you’re not going to rip it. It probably cost a fortune.” She crossed her arms in front of her, the two of them having a stare-down.
“You will,” Travis remarked ominously as he slowly unbuttoned his suit jacket and shrugged it off his shoulders. “I didn’t come here tonight to fuck you, Ally. But I’m going to because I can’t wait any longer.” His fingers went to the knot in his tie, and he nimbly unfastened it and slid it from around his neck. “And I don’t think you want to wait any longer either.” He started unbuttoning his pristine shirt. “I’ve waited four goddamn years, and there wasn’t a single one of those days that my cock wasn’t hard for you, that I didn’t want to sink into you and make you mine.” He unbuttoned the small fastenings at his cuffs and let the shirt slide off his shoulders, landing in a heap at his feet along with his jacket and tie. “Tonight you’re mine. Completely. Unequivocally. You won’t be hearing any other voice except mine telling you how damn beautiful you are, how much I want you. And you won’t be feeling anything except pleasure.”
Ally froze, gaping as she watched Travis’s ripped abs and muscular arms being exposed to her hungry eyes. Sweet baby Jesus, the man was beautiful. He was all predatory grace and solid flesh that her fingers itched to touch. “You’ve been attracted to me for that long?”
He stalked her, moving the few steps necessary to pull her body into his. Lowering his head, he traced her sensitive earlobe with his tongue. “Not attracted, Ally. Obsessed,” he answered harshly, his warm breath wafting over her ear.
Ally shivered, unable to stop herself from putting her hands to his chest, her fingers exploring silken skin over steely muscles. He had a tattoo, a beautiful phoenix flying free of fire on the right side of his chest, which just made him even hotter, more unpredictable. Travis was the last man on earth she could see with a tat. She smoothed down his ripped abdomen and up his back, savoring the feel of his heated skin beneath her fingers.
Travis nipped at the sensitive skin of her neck as he said huskily, “Time’s up on the dress, sweetheart.”
Ally jerked back as she felt his fists tighten on the material. “No! Don’t.” She wasn’t sure if her concern was actually the dress. Really, for the first time in her life, she wanted to be sexually bold. She could see the desire in Travis’s eyes, and she needed to trust it. Reaching up and behind her, she lowered the short zipper and started wriggling the material over her head, revealing the risqué underwear as the silken material moved upward. She was breathless with anxiety by the time she dropped the dress to the floor, standing right in front of Travis in nothing but tiny red panties, a matching bra, a garter belt, and silky stockings. Her stiletto heels were still on her feet, but they barely helped, as Travis was still towering over her.
He must have been holding his breath, and it released in a hiss before he said low and reverently, “My fantasies didn’t come anywhere close to imagining how sexy and beautiful you really are. Christ! How could you not know how hot you are, Ally?”
White-hot bolts of heat streaked through her core, drenching her panties as she watched the torment on Travis’s face, sensed the feral hunger that was almost palpable in the air around them.
Travis finally stepped forward, lowering the straps on the bra to move his mouth over the skin of her shoulders. He unfastened the catch and slid the garment down her arms, careful of the patches of skin that were still healing. He palmed her breasts, his touch becoming rough and possessive and he watched his fingers play with her nipples, grunting with satisfaction as they hardened to painfully sensitive peaks. “Mine,” he rumbled. “Beautiful and mine.”
Ally moaned as he pinched and rolled each tip, his fingers exploring every inch of her breasts like he wanted to own them. “Travis,” she gasped as he slid one hand behind her neck and took her mouth, plastering their bodies together. Ally opened to him, his demanding tongue piercing between her lips in a blatant act of possession. The feel of being skin-to-skin with Travis was exquisite and sensual, her nipples rubbing against his rock-hard chest as he devoured her mouth with erotic strokes of his tongue. He grasped her ass and pulled her flush against him, her pussy flooding at the feel of his enormous erection pressing against her pelvis. She wrapped her arms around his neck and surrendered, her hands stroking down his back as she melted into him.
Travis’s mouth left hers, sliding down her shoulders, his mouth latching onto one of her nipples, sucking and licking it thoroughly before moving to the other. He crouched lower, landing on his knees, his tongue tracing a line slowly down to her panties. “I’m going to make you come with my mouth first, Ally. And then I’m going to fuck you and make you come again,” he said in a low, dangerous voice that was slightly muffled against her lower belly.
Ally looked down at him and the sight of his dark head so close to her pussy nearly made her come just from the erotic image. She put her hands on his shoulders as he gripped her panties and tore them from her body with a violent tug. It was the hottest thing she’d ever seen, and Travis’s desire for her was overwhelming her. She was lost as he grasped her hips hard, parting her legs wide with a hard nudge of his thigh, and burying his face and mouth into her bared mound.
Travis wasn’t gentle or teasing. He used his mouth and tongue to forcefully part her folds, his fiery tongue landing on her clit almost immediately. The tiny bundle of nerves responded, the bud hard and sensitive, reacting to every strong stroke of his tongue. He drank from her pussy like it was nectar, his tongue moving hard against her clit, driving her higher and higher, making her desperation even greater than his.
“Oh, God. Yes,” she whimpered, her nails biting into his shoulders. “Travis, please.” Ally’s entire body quivered, the heat starting in her belly and shooting straight to her pussy.
Travis plundered without mercy, without pause, his whiskered jaw abrading her inner thighs, an erotic sensation that made her spear her hands into his hair and hold his head against her, a silent plea for more.
His teeth nipped her clit, his tongue flicking relentlessly, harder and harder.
Ally came apart with a tortured moan. “Travis,” she groaned, gripping his scalp tighter, holding him against her pussy as her body bucked and splintered into tiny pieces.
She gasped as he continued to lap at her folds, prolonging the exquisite pleasure, as though he was desperately parched and needed to get every drop.
Ally would have collapsed to the floor had Travis not straightened and grasped her around the waist, holding her tightly as he kissed her, allowing her to taste herself on his mouth. The embrace was heady and intoxicating, a new experience since Rick had supposedly hated performing that particular act on a woman, so she’d never experienced it. He’d been her only lover…until now.
Ally fumbled between their bodies, trying to undo Travis’s belt, desperate to give him the same magnificent pleasure that he’d just lavished on her.
Yanking his mouth away from hers, Travis grasped her wrist. “Don’t,” he rasped. “If you put those beautiful lips around my cock, I won’t last more than five seconds.” He stepped back, his heated stare never leaving her as he stripped off his shoes and socks, shucking his pants and his boxer briefs down his legs and kicking out of them.
“God, you’re magnificent.” Ally couldn’t stop herself from letting her eyes roam his sculpted body, her gaze landing on his enormous, engorged cock. His nude body took her breath away. She licked her lips sensually, eager to taste him.
“Fuck, Ally! Don’t do that. There’s only so much I can take,” Travis demanded, grasping her by the hand and leading her to a waist-high table where she had her plants and knickknacks. He placed her palms on the table, making her bend over. “Right now all I need is to fuck you.” His hands cupped her ass, gripping the cheeks and stroking. “Do you have any idea how this ass has tortured me over the last four years?”
She didn’t, but hearing the longing in his tone made her shiver. “No,” she answered tremulously.
“Do you know how much I want you, Ally?” He slipped his hand between her thighs, sliding a teasing finger through her wetness.
“I think so,” she answered on a moan. Probably as much as she needed him right now.
He leaned forward, covering her body with his, his mouth beside her ear. “I want you so much that I can barely breathe. I’ve wanted you for years. You’re hearing my voice, now. Can you understand how beautiful you are to me?”
Ally could feel his erect cock between her thighs as he pulled his fingers away and she gripped it. “I want you, too.”
“Not nearly as much as I want you,” he told her huskily. “You’re going to be mine now, Ally. I’ll sate you until you don’t want anyone else. Nobody will ever need you like I do. Nobody will ever pleasure you like I will.”
“Travis, please,” Ally begged, needing him inside her right now.
He grasped a handful of her hair and pulled her head up. “Look at yourself. Tell me you see yourself as beautiful right now.”
Ally met her own face in the oval mirror in front of her, her face ravaged with desire. Her eyes met Travis’s in the mirror, his expression raw and feral. At that moment, he looked beautiful in his unveiled need, and it made her feel the same way. “I look like I need to get fucked,” she told him breathlessly. She didn’t really recognize the dazed and wild woman staring back at her.
“Yeah. You need me inside you. And that’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen,” Travis told her hoarsely.
He held her gaze as he thrust into her, burying himself to his balls with a groan. Ally let out a cry of relief as he filled her, stretched her until she could feel nothing but him. Travis was mastering her body, filling her senses, and she was barely keeping her sanity. “Oh, God,” she moaned, unable to form any coherent thoughts.
“You feel so fucking good, Ally. Tell me what you want,” he demanded.
“You. Just you,” she answered on a pant, moaning as Travis pulled almost entirely out of her and stroked back inside again, filling every empty space inside her.
He pumped his hips again. “You want me to make you come, Ally?” His harsh voice sounded next to her ear.
“Yes, Travis. Please.”
“Ask for it. Take whatever you need from me. You deserve to be pleasured. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Yes.” Travis made her feel like she deserved the world. “Let me come. I want it. I want you,” she said greedily, her body feeling like she was ready to come apart.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Be demanding. Take the pleasure you deserve.” Travis straightened, keeping his eyes on her face as they stared at each other in a daze in the mirror. “Keep looking at me. Don’t stop.” He let go of her hair and grasped her hips, his cock slamming into her over and over as he grasped her hip with one hand and slid the other down her abdomen, his finger sliding into her wetness.
Ally watched Travis’s face, mesmerized, his expression alternating between agony and ecstasy as he buried himself inside her again and again. She moaned as he teased her clit, her eyes momentarily fluttering shut from sensation overload as she thrust her hips back to meet every stroke of his cock, burying him even deeper.
“Look at me, Ally. Come for me. I want to watch you. Give in to this. Give in to me. Let go.”
It was too much. She opened her eyes and was speared by Travis’s intense, commanding look. He hammered into her ruthlessly, and her climax ripped through her, every nerve ending pulsating as she screamed. “Travis!”
“You’ll always be mine,” Travis groaned as he leaned his body over hers again. Moving her hair to the side, his mouth suckled at the back of her neck before he gave her a sensual bite that made her squeal.
It wasn’t enough to break Ally’s skin, but the carnality of the action intensified her orgasm until the inner walls of her channel clenched and released tightly around Travis’s cock, as though it wanted to keep him impaled inside her forever.
Ally’s elbows gave way and her head landed on top of her arms as she watched Travis’s head fall back, the muscles in his neck flexing as he groaned, flooding her womb with his warm release as he held her hips tightly against him. “Mine,” he growled, wrapping his arms around her body and pulling her up and back to rest against him. He stepped back and collapsed on the couch, bringing her down on top of him, breaking her fall. Turning her body so they were chest to chest, he wrapped his arms around her, their legs entangled, her head on his shoulder.
Ally panted as she relished the uneven rise and fall of Travis’s breath, knowing he’d been just as affected by what had just happened as she had been. “You just rocked my world, Mr. Harrison,” she said breathlessly. Never in her wildest imaginings could she ever have seen her solemn, no-nonsense boss as a dominant, passionate, intense lover.
His hand connected with her ass with a loud smack. It stung, but it didn’t really hurt.
“Travis,” he insisted. “Mr. Harrison applies to more than one person. I don’t want you forgetting who just fucked you half senseless.”
He’d actually screwed her completely senseless, but she answered saucily. “Did you? I didn’t notice.”
He slapped her ass again. “You noticed. And you’re going to keep on noticing until the only voice you hear is mine telling you how much I want to fuck you.”
Ally speared a hand in his hair, stroking the thick strands between her fingers. “Thank you. I’ve never felt that way before,” she told him seriously.
“How?”
“Sexy. Wanted. Beautiful,” she admitted quietly. “I’ll never forget this night.”
“No, you won’t. Because we’ll be doing it every damn night,” Travis rasped. “I meant what I said, Ally. You’re mine now. I’m not letting you go.”
Oh, God. Ally wanted to be his, but she was trying to set herself free, not set herself up for another heartbreak. Travis Harrison might want her right now, and he’d helped her just by giving her a taste—okay, maybe a feast—of desire. But she was his employee, his assistant. “Travis, I’m your employee. We can’t just continue to have an affair.”
Travis sat up, causing Ally to have to straddle him. “The hell we can’t. And it isn’t an affair. It isn’t like either one of us is attached.”
“Then what would you call it?” Ally asked curiously.
“A goddamn fantasy that’s actually coming true,” Travis told her obstinately.
“And when the fantasy ends?” Ally shot back at him.
“It won’t. Not ever,” Travis told her stubbornly. “Christ! If you could spend five years with a man who didn’t give a rat’s ass about you, why can’t you try being with a man who cares about you and what you want?”
Ally looked at Travis’s face, the hurt in his eyes flooring her. “I’m sorry. I guess with you I’d just be waiting until the novelty of screwing your secretary wore off and I’d be hurt again. It’s not you. It’s me, Travis. I’m scared to try again so soon.”
“I’d die before I’d hurt you, Ally,” he told her huskily, his hand stroking her back absently.
An enormous lump lodged in her throat, as she suddenly considered why she wouldn’t give whatever was happening between her and Travis a chance to grow. Did she think she didn’t deserve a guy who cared? Did she think Travis didn’t really care? Whatever her reasoning, it was self-destructive and ridiculous. He was a man like any other. Yes…he was one of the wealthiest men in the world, but to judge him solely based on that fact was just plain stupid. She knew now that he was a good man beneath his gruff, solemn exterior. And she already cared about him. And he’d showed her more concern than any other person in her life ever had. Maybe that was the really scary part. “I guess I’m just not used to someone who cares. But I’d like to get used to it,” she admitted hesitantly. And she wanted to care about Travis in return. He needed to lighten up, and whether he’d admit it or not, he needed someone who cared about him and not his bottom line. And that was something she could and would give him.
Getting him to open up to her wouldn’t be easy, and she wouldn’t have an easy time being vulnerable to him. But couldn’t it end up being worth the risk? Ally lifted a hand and stroked his rough jawline. “Will you let me care about you, Travis?” She held her breath, terrified by leaving herself raw and vulnerable to this man, but wanting him too badly not to take the risk.
He caught her hand in his and kissed her palm. “Care, Ally. I need you.”
Ally let out her breath, relief flooding her body. In opening herself up to Travis, she’d unwittingly allowed him to reveal his vulnerability to her. For a proud, intensely alpha male like Travis, his risk was as big as her own. “I’m afraid it’s too late to start. I already do care,” she whispered softly.
His dark eyes pinned her with a possessive look, but something miraculous happened at the same time. For the first time since Ally had known him, Travis Harrison gave her the happiest, sincerest, and broadest smile she’d ever seen, and she knew she was completely lost. And, seeing his handsome, almost boyish expression, Ally decided he was definitely worth the risk.