Lovers and Other Strangers Box Set: The Boston Stories (12 page)

She leaned into him catching his hand and turning so the maitre'd couldn't see what she was doing. "Michael, I am going to need you to protect me from all the leering men when we get in there." She whispered in his ear as she turned his face toward hers. Then she used her other hand to guide his through the wrap of the dress and up her inner thigh. When she felt his fingers start to explore how wet she was she closed her eyes for a second, afraid her knees would give out. When she opened them again Michael was staring at her with a look of thanks and desire on his face. She smiled back at him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Finally pushing his hand down, she stepped away and turned back to the maitre'd.

"Right this way Mr. and Mrs. Dennison."

"I'm not..." The man had already started walking away so it seemed pointless to correct him. She let Michael lead the way so he could situate himself. Then sat as the maitre'd pulled out the table so she could slide into the banquette. She let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. Hmm, Mrs. Dennison? She tried to hide her smile. Mrs. Violet Dennison or would the more traditional Mrs. Michael Dennison be better. Okay, enough high school name games. Michael had never even intimated that he wanted anything like marriage.

"They are all staring at you dear."

"Who?"

"All the men, they are thinking why the hell is she with him?"

"Michael, I don't..."

"It wouldn't matter if I had two good legs. It is just the way men react to a beautiful woman. The uncivilized part of them thinks that any sexually attractive female should be theirs. And you are Violetta." His using the nickname he had given her at the hospital sent a warm blush over her.

"Maybe, but I am only yours."

"You say the nicest things- Mrs. Dennison."

"I wondered if you heard but now you are teasing. Should I remind you again this is our first date."

"No need, just trying it out. It has definite possibilities."

"Didn't your mother teach you it isn't nice to tease girls."

"But darling, I know how much you like me teasing you when we are in bed."

Violet blushed and looked to see if anyone had heard him. "Evil Man! Figure out what you'd like for dinner so we can pick a wine. They are supposed to have an excellent cellar."

After they had placed their order. Michael reached over and held her hand. "I didn't thank you for being so gracious about getting me in here. I was so intent on getting everything set up that I never asked about access. I'm sorry I embarrassed you."

"How did you embarrass me? By needing a little help? That is ridiculous. Embarrassing would have been if I had let you bounce down the stairs after I had fallen on my butt in these heels. That was the only thing I was worried about." He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. He looked as though he was about to say something when the sommelier brought the wine and then the moment was gone.

Michael had wanted to tell her how much her stepping in when he was lost meant to him. How, what for her had been nothing, salvaged a little of his pride. And he would have told her except he seemed to have turned into a drooling idiot around her. He had planned this dinner to show her that he wasn't some sexually depraved animal. Show her that he was in fact erudite, enjoyed the finer things in life including the best food, fine wine, good conversation. All of which should have been there and was with the exception of the conversation.

He couldn't seem to form coherent sentences with her near him. The food and wine were superb but he barely noticed, they were now starting dessert and he could barely remember what he had eaten for his entree. He was consumed with her, the light playing in her hair and eyes, the feel of her thigh pressed against his. Half way through the meal he hadn't been able to stand not touching her, even if it was only incidental contact, so he had damn near dragged her to him.

In doing so the wrap dress has gotten caught under her and completely exposed her thigh. When she tried to fix it he had stopped her. Telling her that no one could see but him and he appreciated the view. She had blushed but left her thigh exposed for him to caress. From that point on he barely remembered to breathe. As the meal went on he couldn't keep his hands off her, first stroking the back of her neck till she sighed and closed her eyes. Then he grazed his knuckles along the side of her breast and her eyes flashed open. When she found him staring into them, her mouth curved in the faintest smile.
Damn the woman! Who was seducing whom here!
When he could feel the heat coming off of her and could smell the creamy spicy scent of her arousal he knew he would break his promise to her.

Slowly he stroked her thigh with the lightest of touches. By the time they had gotten their after dinner drinks she was curling her hips up to press against his hand. He reached up to the back of her neck playing with the chain hanging down from there. He turned toward her and whispered in her ear.

"My pet, lean back for me and spread your legs a little." She seemed to wake from a dream and caught his eye.

"Michael? I don't think..."

"No one will know if you can be quiet, Kitten. The waiter will not come back till I pay the bill. It is dark and none of the other tables are paying the least bit of attention to us. Please, I know you need release." His last sentence was barely audible but when he gave a soft tug on the chain she lay back letting her legs relax open. He edged his fingers closer to her cleft, she was sticky well below the tops of her thighs. Glancing down at her nipples through the silk dress he chuckled softly in her ear, "Oh yes, you know you need this."

He started nibbling her earlobe and was rewarded with a breathy moan as her eyes drifted closed. He ran his fingers softly up and down her bare outer lips teasing faint whimpers from her. Stroking just along the edges caused her to spread her legs wider and groan slightly. When he flicked her clit she hissed like she had been burned. He slid his fingers into her warm, wet core and felt her tighten around him. She had her eyes closed and a soft smile on her lips. He wanted to memorize the sight of her like this, gorgeous, flushed with arousal, completely his.

He turned his hand so the palm covered her mound and moved his thumb to work her clit. She was so wet but he would make her even more so. He started moving his fingers inside her. Alternating their strokes so they worked against each other. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked into his as she bit down on her lower lip.

"Kiss me Kitten." He whispered in her ear. She took a deep breath that dragged her nipples across the silk and tasted his mouth. Her arms wound around his shoulders and she pulled him into her like a starving woman. When she did, he increased the pace and pressure of his fingers working her sensitive flesh. She rocked harder against his hand as her lips and tongue devoured his. Michael kept his eyes open fascinated by the emotions playing over her face, all of them beautiful. Finally, he saw her eyes shoot open as the first pulse of her orgasm hit. He crushed her mouth to his, sucking her cry from her lips as he held her body. All her efforts to mask any outward signs had forced the energy in, shattering in its intensity. As she came back to reality, he smiled against her lips and murmured in her ear, "Mmm, My kitten of a wild cat."

"Oh! You are truly evil. She whispered under her breath. "What happened to not having sex tonight?" She was glaring at him but with a half smile on her face that made him want to get the hell out of there soon so he could do wicked things to her.

"Umm, Sorry?"

"If only you could look the least bit convincing..." Then she started laughing and he knew she wasn't really angry at him. "We need to get going, I have to be at a meeting tomorrow morning and my boss noticed my sudden lack of attention to work today."

Michael signed the bill and collected his credit card. "Why don't I just drop you at your place and then you can come get your car tomorrow night?"

"And not get out of there till the next morning? I don't think so. Much as I have enjoyed this evening, I think we should stick to the original plan and only see each other on the weekends. I don't know if I can physically take more than a couple days of you at a time."

The chauffeur helped get Michael up the stairs which was good since Violet's legs were still shaky.

Once they were in the car, "So you are not going to come up stairs with me tonight?" He felt like a disappointed five year old about to throw a tantrum.

"Michael, I can't. I need to maintain some level of professionalism at work and that is tough to do when I am both exhausted and hyper-sexuallized."

"I'm not sure that is even a word?"

"Ugh, fine! I can't run around all day, every day with my panties soaked because I can't stop thinking about you or what you do to me. Is that better?"

"Mmm, much. Can't stop thinking about me, hunh? You do realize that if we don't see each other all week then I just have all that time to think up new ways to torment you."

"Oh dear God."

"I'm not sure prayer will help in this case." He smiled down at her as he pulled her up against him. He gave her a melting kiss and slid his hand into the neckline of the dress, cupping one of her breasts. When she tried to pull away he said, "What about dessert? I never even got a taste of these. He rubbed his thumb over the nipple bringing it to a peak. Violet groaned but moved closer to him. As he bent his head to tease the nipple with his lips he chuckled at her willingness to let him do as he wished.

Michael hated being late but sometimes it was unavoidable. It could take forever to find the accessible entrances and exits so he tried to be early to every meeting. Unfortunately this mornings appointments had run over so now he was really running behind. At least he was better at managing his temper since he met Violet. Now things like being late when he really couldn't have done anything else rolled off his back instead of frustrating him to no end. Being the newest board member he wasn't likely to be able to contribute much anyway. The receptionist pointed out the conference room and he found it with little difficulty. On entering the chairwoman noticed him first.

"I'm terribly sorry, Madeline. My patient appointments ran long this morning."

"Michael, no worries. Everyone, I'd like to introduce our newest board member, Dr. Michael Dennison, brilliant surgeon and tremendous opera afficiando. Michael, I won't overwhelm you by introducing everyone at once. Why don't you take the space over there." When he was introduced he saw one dark, curly head snap to attention. As luck would have it the space he was directed to was right next to her.

"Ms. Bellows, how nice to see you here. I had no idea you were on the board?"

"I'm here as a representative of the foundation. You never mentioned you were going to be here either."

"It must have slipped my mind the last time I saw you." Michael smiled at Violet's blush. No doubt she was remembering last weekend also. By the time she had left on Sunday night there wasn't a room in which he hadn't made her scream in orgasm. He loved that she was so responsive to him. Even here and now, he could see her becoming aroused. He leaned in closer to her.

"You have a spanking coming my dear Kitten." He said under his breath so no one could hear but her. Her head shot up and she was completely red in the face now. Her breathing was short and quick. He'd never be able to wait till the weekend to touch her.

"Why?" she whispered back

"You have panties on, do you not?" He looked away from her ending the conversation but all through the meeting he could see Violet shifting in her seat and rubbing her legs together to assuage the ache that had over taken her. Michael tried to hide his smile of satisfaction. This was the most enjoyable meeting he had ever sat through. As it broke up he turned to Violet. "Ms. Bellows I have a couple more things I'd like to discuss with you. May I escort you down to your car?"

Violet smiled politely. "But of course Dr. Dennison." Under her breath she added, "You are a truly evil man."

Michael couldn't help himself and burst out laughing "But of course."

By the time they reached Violet's car she was shaking in anticipation of what Michael was going to do. She didn't have to wait long.

"Take them off."

"Oh Michael, I... How was I supposed to know you were going to be there?"

"Excuses will only make the punishment last longer. How long can you take being teased Violet?" She only hissed at him in response. After glaring at him for a few seconds she hid behind her car door and reached under her skirt shimmying out of the bit of lace. When she stepped out of it she handed them to Michael. "Happy now?"

"Darling you know the only time I am truly happy is when you are in the throes of an orgasm. Which brings me to your punishment, do you choose now or later? If you choose now it will be over fairly quickly but it will be right here so still somewhat public." She was bright red again. "If you choose later, well I can tell you it will definitely start with spanking but I would have till the weekend to think of all the things I want to do to you."

"You aren't going to spank me here are you?"

"No, Kitten, I have something much different in mind."

"Oh, damn you! I guess now. I have visions of being tied to the bed for the weekend."

"You seemed to like it the last time I did." He rolled closer to her trapping her in the space between her car and the door. "All you have to do is stand there Kitten. Well, that and not scream when you come, I'm afraid it will echo loudly in this parking garage." She gasped but he didn't give her time to think, sliding his hand up the inside of her thighs. Within minutes he had her hanging on to the car for support as she bit her lip to stifle her scream of pleasure. When he finally removed his hand from her he licked her juices from his fingers as she watched with her eyes half closed.

"Enjoy the rest of your day Kitten. I know I will." he turned, and laughing, left her to go back to work without her panties.