Intrigued and Enchanted (32 page)

With my arms full of my new technology I make my way downstairs. As I step out of the elevators at exactly 5.30, I see Brandon standing in the lobby, his top buttons undone on his shirt, showing a smattering of delicious black chest hair just below his collar. I feel like I haven’t seen him in days. He looks so fucking good I could eat him.

As soon as he sees me, a panty-dropping smile splits his face and he gets to me in three long strides, setting my heavy bags on the floor before lifting me into the air and swinging me round. When my feet touch the ground again, his lips are on mine, making me go weak at the knees. God he can kiss.

“I missed you so fucking badly today Lily.” He’s nuzzling into my neck, planting feather light kisses as he speaks.

“I missed you too.”

“I thought I would take you out for dinner to celebrate your first day if you’re not too tired?” He's so sweet.

“That sounds lovely Brandon.” He lifts my bags in one hand and guides me out to the car with the other. We have a great dinner at Paul’s restaurant, and it’s great to catch up with my friend for five minutes. We couldn’t manage more than that with him because the place is so busy all the time. He’s really made a success of this place. The atmosphere is great and the food is sublime.

After dinner we head back to our apartment for an early night, which turns out to be a not so early night! Brandon can’t even keep his hands off me long enough to get inside the doors of his apartment. We make love in his private lobby, the kitchen, the bathroom and the bed…twice. It’s as if we’ve been starved of each other’s bodies for weeks. One day away from each other and we are consumed with our need and desire.

After round two in our bed, we finally get round to discussing the day and I tell him all about my new job. He is more than a little excited at the prospect of me working from home three days a week.

“Oh baby, I love your new job. I hope you know we have naked Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday here at the penthouse.” I let out a full on belly laugh as he wiggles his eyebrows at me with a cheeky grin.

“I’m never going to get anything done around you, am I?” He pulls me on top of him.

“You are going to get plenty
done
…To…You.” He starts to tickle me relentlessly; but his tickling becomes more like groping, which then becomes something more…sultry… more...sexy….more…steamy. I don’t know how he keeps it up but I love every second of it.

After more orgasms than I can count I think I might have a broken vagina from overuse! Totally worth it. I fall asleep happy and sated, in Brandon’s warm embrace as he strokes my hair and hums the melody to ‘Your Body Is a Wonderland’ by John Mayer. It’s a blissful way to fall asleep.

33

My days at home this week have been amazing. Brandon has been working from home and has made space in his rather large study for me so that we can work together. He wasn’t wrong when he said it was a requirement to work naked in the penthouse. I think we spend about 50% of our time working each other into a naked frenzy!

The rest of my week is spent immersed in books. Laughing, crying, shouting at the characters, and loving every second of it. I dive into my review waxing lyrical about Kristy Bromberg and her work. It’s so exciting discovering new authors; I still can’t believe this is my job.

Brandon spends his time working and laughing at my plethora of emotions as I work. His cell rings non-stop throughout the day. I don’t know how he stays sane. Everyone wants a piece of him…every minute of every day. I guess it comes with the territory when you’re as successful as he is.

When I’m finished with my work and ready for going into the office on Friday I decide to take some time to myself and go for a walk in Central Park. Brandon offers to come, but I know he has a million things to do for work because he’s been choosing to spend time with me when he should be in his office. I convince him that I’ll be just fine if he wants to go into the office for a few hours. He finally agrees and grabs some papers he needs while I run to the bedroom to grab something and slip it in my pocket. Brandon walks me down to the lobby before we part ways with a plan to meet at his offices and go for dinner at 8.

It’s a beautiful day, and as I wander round the park, I breathe in the sights and sounds, letting them wash over me. There was a time not long ago when I didn’t think I would ever see the light of day again. It has changed my perspective on life and love in profound and meaningful ways.

I don’t take for granted my time with Brandon, or Jess or my family. I never really grasped that when my father died. I was so focused on my own grief, I didn’t see that he gave up his life to let me have a chance to
live
mine. I owe it to him to make something of my life. It really hit home for me when I thought I wouldn’t have the chance to make him proud.

I find a quiet spot in the park and make myself comfortable on the grass before reaching into my pocket and bringing out my reason for my outing today – Brandon’s last letter to me when I was missing.

The last time I read one of the letters from Brandon, it destroyed me to think of what we were both going through at that time. Maybe being out in public will help me to hold it together to read this last letter. Or…maybe I’ll be a blubbering mess in front of everyone in the park.

I take a few deep breaths before opening the letter and reading Brandon’s eloquent penmanship.

Monday

To my sweet girl Lily

I was really hoping to have heard from you by now. You need to let me explain what happened and make it right. I’ve given you all the time I can. If I don’t hear from you today, I’m coming to see you tomorrow. I can’t wait any longer.

I know you’re upset, but I can’t let you throw what we have away. I WON’T let you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me Lily.

As my words don’t seem to be getting through to you, I thought I would borrow some inspiration from the literature that you love. I decided Charlotte Brontë says it best in Jane Eyre. I’m paraphrasing but bear with me.

Lily, I’m asking you to be by my side; to be the better half of me. I want you to be mine, and only mine baby. You’re my equal and I offer you my heart. I want to share my life with you Lily.

I know if you look beyond the hurt you’re feeling right now, you will know in your heart how much I love you.

I’m going to deal with Victoria’s lies and deceit, but not until I have you back. You are the ONLY person that really matters to me Lily.

You are my sweet girl, and I will always put you first.

Please Lily…please call me. I need to hear your voice.

Yours always

Brandon x

Gary Go – Black and White Days

I’m struggling to contain the lump in my throat. Brandon is everything I need and want. He can be so incredibly sweet and emotional, and yet he is also the dominant Brandon that I love. He seems to sense when each of these sides of his personality are required, and gives me exactly what I need.

It’s only six o’clock, but I have to go to Brandon. I type out a quick text to him.

Me: Can I come to your office for a minute? X

Two seconds later my cell beeps.

Mr E: Sure. Everything ok? X

Me: Everything is fine. See you in 5 X

As soon as I reach Brandon’s building I feel a sense of calm wash over me. The security guards have been informed that I’m coming, so I’m ushered straight through and make my way to the elevators. When the doors open, Brandon is standing in the reception area waiting for me.

“Are you okay Lily?” I take his hand in mine and whisper in his ear.

“Take me to your office.” He searches my face for any sign that I’m upset, but I just smile back at him, so touched by his beautiful letter. I’m glad to see that Brandon’s office is private with large wooden doors and frosted glass so that the open plan office outside of his can’t see in.

As soon as the door closes behind us I throw myself into his arms, capturing his face in my hands; his scruff tickling my palms as I draw his mouth down to mine. He doesn’t stop to ask questions, he simply pours everything he has into our kiss. Locking the door behind us, he lifts me off my feet crushing me to his chest.

“Wrap your legs around me baby.” I do as he asks, digging my heels into his perfectly toned ass as he walks us over to his desk. He sets me down on the edge and starts pulling my t-shirt over my head, our lips parting only long enough for him to rip it over my head and throw it on the floor. My hands are fisting in his soft black hair, pulling his lips back onto mine in my desperate desire. His fingers make short work of my bra, pulling my hands from his hair and sliding my straps off.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” I lean back on my elbows, his papers underneath me as his lips move down to my breasts. A moan of sheer bliss escapes me.

“You need to be quiet Miss Pritchard. I really don’t want my employees to hear how fucking sexy you sound when you’re screaming my name.” His eyes lift to meet mine.

“Can you be a good girl and stay quiet for me?” I nod, biting my lip as a wave of pleasure ripples through my body.

“Good, then let’s get rid of these very sexy jeans shall we?” He runs his fingertips down my chest, over my stomach and stops at the edge of my jeans. He quickly unzips them before removing my shoes.

“Hold on to the desk Miss Pritchard.” I grip the edge as he savagely tugs my jeans down my legs and off, discarding them alongside my t-shirt. It’s a thrill to be almost naked in Brandon’s office, hundreds of people on the other side of the door, oblivious to what we’re doing. Brandon hooks his fingers under my panties on either side before dipping his nose down to nuzzle my pussy.

“You are so fucking wet Miss Pritchard. Something turning you on?” A fire ignites inside me at his brazen behaviour.

“You Mr Redgrave…you’re turning me on.” With a sly grin he bites his bottom lip and it’s so unbelievably sexy, I can feel myself getting wetter.

“Fuck...Lily. I can feel the heat coming off your tight little pussy right now. Shall I show you what that does to me?”

“Yes.”

“Yes who?” Holy shit this is hot.

“Yes…Mr Redgrave.” He slowly removes my panties, tucking them in his pocket before loosening his belt, and unzipping his pants. I can barely breathe with the anticipation of seeing his beautiful cock, hard and ready for me.

His hand disappears under the waistband of his boxer shorts before he lowers them just enough for his raging erection to spring free. I want so badly to drop to my knees in front of him and take him into my mouth. His cock is so big; steel encased in velvet soft skin, tight, long, thick and rock-hard, just for me. It’s so fucking beautiful.

“I want to fuck you with my mouth Mr Redgrave.” He strokes himself, his eyes locked on mine, molten blue on emerald green.

“You want this in that pretty little mouth of yours Miss Pritchard?” I’m so turned on, my reply is nothing more than a breathy whisper.

“Yes.” He pushes my legs apart as far as they will go before kneeling down in front of me.

“You’ll have to wait Miss Pritchard. Right now I’m going to eat this delicious pussy of yours and make you writhe on my desk until you can’t stand it anymore.” He sucks my clit into his warm mouth, the scruff of his chin scraping against my folds, creating a myriad of sensations that blow my mind. I don’t even realise I’m moaning and panting Brandon’s name until he stops dead.

“Now Miss Pritchard. I told you to be quiet. I’m not sharing the sound of your orgasm with anyone.” He licks the length of my folds.

“Understood?”

“Mmmhhh.” It’s all I can manage before I sink my teeth into my arm to stop myself from screaming his name.

His hands hold firm at the apex of my thighs, his fingers spreading my folds wide, his tongue delving deeper. He’s fucking my pussy with his tongue, pushing deeper, thrusting in and out, driving me higher and higher towards my release.

“You taste so good baby. I can’t get enough of your perfect, pretty, pink, pussy.” His tongue descends on my clit, circling and flicking it, lavishing it with open-mouthed kisses as he slips his fingers inside me. Holy fuck.

My hips writhe against him, pushing my pussy tighter against his face. I’m biting my arm so badly now that it’s almost painful, but the pleasure is too intense for me to care. I grab my heavy breast in my hand as he continues to lick, suck, and kiss my pussy. I see his eyes widen as he takes in the sight of me touching myself, kneading my soft, white skin, teasing my tight rose pink nipples.

“Lick it Miss Pritchard. Take that tight nipple of yours into your mouth while I make you come.” I didn’t know that was possible.

“Don’t make me wait Miss Pritchard. Do it…NOW.” I lift myself up onto my elbows before pulling my breast into my left hand, dipping my head down and taking the tight, puckered flesh into my mouth. I keep my eyes on Brandon as the fire explodes behind his eyes.

The feel of my own breast in my mouth is wildly arousing, made even more so by Brandon’s obvious delight. His tongue is relentless, his fingers fucking me, keeping time with his wicked mouth. It feels as if his mouth is making-love to my pussy, worshipping it.

“Bite your nipple Miss Pritchard.” I do as he asks and the intense pleasure of his mouth and my mouth on my body sends me into a tailspin. My orgasm rips through my body, tearing every shred of ecstasy from me. I throw my head back as I convulse on the desk, my legs shaking uncontrollably.

I bite down on my lip to stop myself from crying out, so hard that I taste blood. Brandon places his strong hand on my stomach, holding me in place, letting me ride out my orgasm against his face. When I’m completely spent, Brandon stands up, my juices dripping from his chin, his erection even harder than before.

“Up you get Miss Pritchard. Time to get on your knees for me.” A thrill runs through me at his demand. I suddenly have a new surge of energy and desire and I lift myself from his desk. He’s still completely dressed, which I quickly set to work on.