Chapter Seventeen
Noah
Taking Elena out was way overdue. We had spent a lot of time together – whether we were having sex or spending time with Lily – but we hadn’t gone on a date yet. I wanted to change that. When I had invited her out to dinner after the investor meeting, she had agreed. I had waited until then before asking her because I had known that she would be worried about the meeting and unable to make a decision like that. I hadn’t wanted her to reject me because she wasn’t sure if I would reject her.
I had expected her to be worried that she would be fired. Getting rid of her was the last thing I ever wanted to do. I wanted to wine and dine her, to court her in the true sense of the word. I wanted to treat her the way she deserved to be treated. Taking her out for a night on the town to an expensive restaurant was exactly the way I wanted to show her how serious I was about her.
Diane was at the house even though Saturday was usually her day off. She had come to watch Lilly for me during the investors meeting, and I had asked her to stay the night in one of the guest rooms instead of going home. That way, I didn’t have to worry about what time I came home, and Lily would know where to find Diane if she needed her at night.
I put on a suit that was fancier than what I usually wore to work. It was a gray suit with silk in the weave so that it shimmered when I moved. I paired it with a wine-red shirt and a silver tie. I slicked my hair back with hair oil and looked in the mirror.
“Daddy, where are you going?” Lily asked, standing at the door to my bedroom.
I turned to her. “I’m going out to dinner was Elena.”
Lily smiled. “Can I come?”
“Unfortunately not tonight, Princess,” I said, kneeling in front of her. “But I promise we’ll do something together soon.”
Lily pouted, but Diane appeared and led her away to keep her busy with whatever they had planned together. I finished up, making sure everything was in place before I kissed Lily goodbye and left the house. I drove to Elena’s address, picking her up the way a gentleman should when he was courting a lady.
When Elena came out of the front door, I couldn’t help but stare. She wore a vintage red dress with peep toe heels, and her hair was twisted up into a chignon. Her make-up was a little more bold than usual, and silver jewelry glittered when she moved. I walked up halfway to meet her.
“You look amazing,” I said.
Elena smiled, blushing lightly. “We match.”
And it was true, we did. It was like we had planned our outing together, even though neither of us had spoken about it at all.
I took her to Boulevard Restaurant, a four-and-a-half-star place that looked out over the bay. It was tastefully decorated with delicious food, just the place to take a lady like Elena. When we stepped out of the car, camera flashes went off, and I realized the paparazzi had decided to join us. They couldn’t go into the restaurant which was a relief, but they were a nuisance. Elena ducked her head, and I put my arm around her to shield her from the paparazzi until we were inside the restaurant.
“Is it always going to be like this?” Elena asked.
I shook my head. “A new story will pop up and take attention away from us. For now, we’re going to have to deal with it.” I hadn’t thought about the paparazzi and how they might irritate us when I asked her out to dinner. With the company in the limelight, I should have expected it. At least, with my announcement pending, the attention wasn’t a bad thing. Once we were inside the restaurant, we were left alone.
The restaurant was a grand place with copper-colored pillars at intervals and intimate tables with white tablecloths scattered across the seating area. Large windows looked out onto the bay, and tasteful music floated around from hidden speakers.
“This place is stunning,” Elena said when we sat down at our table.
When the waiter arrived, I ordered champagne.
“We’re celebrating,” I said. “Everything is going so well, and I have a feeling we’re going to see a good ending.” I smiled at Elena, and she returned it. She looked relaxed and happy tonight, a great contrast to how tense and uncertain she looked this morning. Her relaxed attitude was beautiful.
We spent the evening talking about our lives, getting to know each other better. Elena had an advantage over me that she had peeked into my private life, but I knew very little about her. She told me about her life growing up, the reason for studying an MBA and why she had ended up being a secretary instead. The more I learned about her, the more I liked her. And I had liked her a whole lot already.
By the time the service was over, champagne coursed through my veins and lowered my inhibitions. When I looked at Elena, I noticed how good she looked, how hot she was. Desire washed over me, and I wanted her. I took her hand and rubbed my thumb over the back of it. I looked at her, and when her eyes met mine, I knew she knew what I wanted. Her lips parted slightly, and she blushed even though I hadn’t said anything. I wanted to take her to my bed, right now. But going home was dangerous because it was in front of my own house, in my own yard, that someone had taken a photo of us kissing.
“I want you,” I said low enough that only Elena heard me. “God, the things I would do to you.”
Elena swallowed. “We can go back to my place,” she said as if she knew what I was thinking. I nodded, getting up. We left the restaurant, managing to give the paparazzi the slip, and I drove us to her apartment.
I had never been inside her home, and it was another glimpse into her private life. Her apartment was an average size as far as apartments go, and she had decorated it herself. Photos of friends and family hung on the walls, giving it a cozy, lived in feel. I felt at ease immediately.
But it wasn’t the apartment I was interested in. I turned to Elena and pulled her against me.
With her body plastered against mine, desire took over. I was already hard, and I wanted to be inside of her. I backed her up until she was against a wall, and I pinned her there with my body. I kissed her hard, mashing my lips against hers as she flung her arms around my neck. One hand was in my hair, the other down the back of my shirt, and I ground my hips against her, letting her feel how turned on I was, how hard I was for her.
“I want you so badly,” I mumbled against her lips.
“So, take me,” she replied.
I didn’t wait for her to tell me twice. I started stripping her down, getting rid of her clothes without being sexy about it. The dress came off with a zip on the side that I needed her help to find. She wore sexy black lace underwear that I only took a moment to admire before I slid it off her body.
Elena’s hands were sure as she unbuttoned my shirt, undid my buckle and helped me get out of my clothes.
In between items, I pushed her against the wall, my hands on her breasts, mouth on her neck, and I rubbed up against her. I bucked my hips against hers through our clothes, a taste of what was to come, and she gasped and moaned.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, I spun her away from the wall and picked her up so that her legs were wrapped around my waist. I carried her through the apartment, guessing where the main bedroom was and dropped her onto the bed. She squealed while she was airborne.
I got rid of my jocks and her G-string, and we were naked together. Before carrying on, I stopped to admire the view. Elena lay on the bed, naked and unafraid in a pool of moonlight that shone through an open window, and I had never seen a woman so comfortable in her own skin. She looked up at me with eyes that promised me a world of pleasure, and I crawled onto the bed. Her thighs fell open for me, and I dove between her legs, closing my lips over her pussy.
Her taste was sweet, her scent filled my nostrils, and I moaned softly against her pussy lips. She gasped and curled her fingers into my hair.
I licked her, flicking my tongue over her clit before licking a line to her entrance and fucking her with my tongue. When she writhed too much, I wrapped my arms around her thighs and held her in place, my hands on her hips.
I licked her and sucked on her until she fell apart, an orgasm rushing through her. She bucked her hips, rubbing herself up against my face, and it was so fucking hot it took everything I had not to lose control.
When she came down from her orgasm, I crawled up over her body, positioning myself at her entrance but I didn’t push into her. I kissed her so hard and so deep she didn’t know whose air she was breathing. She groped at my back, nails grazing my skin. Her legs were around my thighs, urging me to push into her, but I held back, teasing.
“Damn it, Noah. Fuck me,” she begged, and I couldn’t hold back any longer.
I pushed into her, bracing myself with my elbows on either side of her head, and I started pumping into her, moving my hips faster and faster until she cried out and moaned. I grunted with the effort, hammering into her.
Another orgasm rushed through her, and I chuckled when she squealed, her eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth open in the throes of pleasure.
After her second orgasm, I told her to hold onto me. “I’m going to roll us,” I said. “Ready?”
She nodded and I flipped us over so that she was on top of me and I was on the bottom, my cock still buried deep inside of her.
“That was good,” she said with a grin.
I smiled back at her, proud of myself. I was good in bed, I knew that much, and I wasn’t scared to admit it.
Elena started riding me, moving her hips back and forth. Her breasts jiggled as she did, and I reached up and grabbed them, squeezing them, taking a nipple each between my fingers. I tugged at her nipples until she cried out, staying this side of pain but pushing her so very close.
“You’re driving me crazy,” she said in a breathy voice.
“That’s the idea, sweetheart,” I said.
She rode me, leaning forward a little so her clit rubbed against my pubic bone, bringing herself to another orgasm.
When she came this time, I felt her walls clamp down around me, her body pulsating and contracting. She curled forward, her body collapsing on top of me, and I held her, hugging her to my chest.
She sat up when she was done, her eyes glazed, her eyelids drooping.
“Let me ride you again, babes,” I said, patting her on her hip. Shepeeled herself away from me with effort and lay down on the bed. “On your stomach,” I ordered, and she did as I asked. I admired her ass for a moment, her flawless back, before I lay on top of her, pressing the line of my body flush against hers. I pushed into her from behind, and she felt so tight and so small after her orgasms and with the position.
When I was inside of her, I moved, thrusting in and out of her again. I started slow, keeping it sensual for a while. But all it did was tease me, and I needed a release. I bucked my hips faster and faster, fucking her while I lay on top of her. Her head was turned to the side, and my cheek was almost against her. I heard her moan and gasp, and the feel of her body beneath mine, the sound of our sex in the room, pushed me over the edge.
I pushed into her as far as I could go and emptied myself out into her. I groaned as I did, and she cried out. I couldn’t tell if she was orgasming again, too.
Finally, I started going soft, and I slipped out of her. I rolled off her to let her catch her breath. She snuggled against me so that we spooned.
“Will you stay with me tonight?” Elena asked.
I only thought about it for a second.
“Of course,” I said.