Vengeful Love: Black Diamonds (6 page)

“Oh, no, I know. It’s just, there’s something nice about being married, I think. Sandy’s a purist, you know. There’s a commitment behind a marriage.”

“You don’t have to be married to be committed to someone.”

“No, of course not but marriage is just more definite.” I wave a lazy hand in the air. “Anyway, the house sold sooner than I thought it would. It doesn’t make sense for me to keep it. I’m going to buy an apartment closer to work.” He watches me without the semblance of a reaction. “I was supposed to be out here to complete two deals. The first is around three weeks from completion. The second will be more like the end of March. I’ll have to at least stay to complete the first but I need to clean out the house, so I’m hoping I can convince Mr. Ghurair that the second deal can be completed from London and maybe I can just fly out once every week or two.”

I can tell he’s trying to suppress a smile and he does right to keep it hidden.

“So you’d come home in three weeks?”

“That’s what I’m hoping, yes.”

“Three weeks.” Now his lips curl and my anger wanes because he’s just too damned cute. He tears a bite of pastry from a croissant. “You won’t be getting an apartment in the city, Scarlett, you’ll come home. To
our
home. Where you belong.”

I watch him eat the pastry, his face perfectly serious. “I’d like that,” I manage, barely audibly.

He lifts my knuckles to his lips again. “Settled then. Three weeks. I’ll keep the suite here. You can stay full time and I’ll come back whenever I can.”

He’s back to Mr. Controlling and for some reason that makes me happy. “You’re such an arse,” I say with a laugh. “I have a room here. The firm pays.”

“Fine. I’ll pay the upgrade rate. I’m not staying in a pokey little room and I won’t have my girlfriend staying in a pokey little room whilst I’m gone.”

“You haven’t seen my room.”

“And I don’t want to. It’ll be pokey.”

I laugh again.
I’ve missed this crazy man.
“Right. I have to go to work. I have some discussions to have with my client that I’m pretty sure he’s not going to like.” I plant a chaste kiss on Gregory’s brow and head for the door.

“Hold up, firefly. You might need this.” He dangles a key card to his room in front of my face. As I reach for it, he pulls it away and drops a kiss on the tip of my nose. “What time should I expect you?”

“Eight-ish maybe.”

“We’ll have dinner together here.”

With a sigh, I grab the key card. “That’s not a question.”

“It wasn’t intended to be.”

“You’re not forgiven!” I call back across my shoulder as I walk away.

Chapter Seven

My day started with a call about Mr. Ghurair’s latest deal. I was supported by Amar—Mr. Ghurair’s cousin and closest confidante—as we discussed the financials of the acquisition with the seller’s lawyers. After that, I set to work on the next turn of the asset purchase agreement. Mr. Ghurair is buying the assets of the other company, as opposed to the shares, so he’ll take ownership of everything the business owns but he won’t take control of the existing business. Amar thinks this makes most sense financially.

No matter how hard I tried to focus on drafting amendments to the document, I couldn’t stop thinking about my sore lips, the lingering satisfaction between my legs and the ache in my stomach and breasts. My morning was consequently protracted but it was a damn sight better than my afternoon spent regretting convincing Mr. Ghurair that my completing the second deal remotely could have cost benefits. Now I get to piss off Neil Wallace
and
work my arse off without charging my time to the matter.

I’m thankful for the end of the day and even more thankful that tonight I won’t be eating alone. I won’t be nursing a cocktail because I have nothing better to do.

Tonight, I’m heading back to Gregory.

I reapply my Chanel red lipstick, ruffle my hair and straighten my fitted linen dress in the hotel lift.

When I open the door to the penthouse I’m welcomed by dim flickering lights. There must be hundreds of votive candles decorating the suite. Two parallel rows lead from the door and I follow them through the lounge, through the master bedroom and into the bathroom. More candles decorate the corners of the bathtub and line the marble sink unit. Vanilla fills my nose, warm and sweet.

“Good evening, Miss Heath.”

His words come from behind me, his breath on my neck. He moves my hair down one shoulder and I lean my head to expose the skin of my throat.

“Are you coming home with me?” he asks through sensual kisses.

“In three weeks.”

I feel him smile against my neck.

“But I’ll never make partner. Neil hates me.”

“He’ll come round. If I was your boss, I’d come round.”

I turn and press my chest against his crisp white shirt, pulling my fingers through his thick dark hair. “You might be a little biased.”

I feel his lips smile against mine.

“There’s also a catch.”

He pulls back from me but keeps his hands on the small of my back, gluing our waists together. “Share.”

“I told Neil Wallace that a big client of mine needs my help in London.”

“The CEO of your big client being...”

I dab a finger against his firm pec. “Exhibit A. And you owe me.”

“Ah, well, perhaps now is a good time to talk about the real reason I flew to Dubai.”

I pout playfully.

“I needed a lawyer.”

“Right, and you could only find one working in the UAE?”

He chuckles against me. “Exactly.”

His tongue parts my lips and I drown in his taste, pulling him to me with my hands around his neck.

“I’m coming home,” I whisper.

“Where you belong, baby. Where we belong. Until we’re grey and old.”

Unwilling to move my lips from his, I unbutton his shirt and push it back over his shoulders, letting my hands roam his chest. I gently suck his pec making him groan.

I release his Boss belt, the button of his blue chinos, the zip. I draw his trousers down to his bare feet and he steps out. Then I hold his gaze as I pull his boxers to the floor, his solid cock springing against his navel. I stroke a finger gently across his back entrance, then along the base of his erection, wrapping my fist around his length. He lifts his hips forward and locks his fingers in my hair.

I want him.

Cupping his sack, slowly working his base, I lick the drop of early release from his tip. The noise he makes in response is primal, drenched in lust. Greedy for him, I wrap my mouth around his head, swirling my tongue around his swollen end.

“Fuck, Scarlett.”

I open my throat and move down, taking him as deep into me as he can go. Continuing to work his base with my hand, I glide my mouth up and down his length until he takes over, moving his hips, taking control of his own pleasure.

“Jesus.”

He swells and tenses, the muscles of his thighs and arse lock. He’s close. I sweep my tongue around his tip again, striking his spot as I increase the pressure at his base. His fingers nip my hair to the point of pain but I pull his hips to my mouth and focus on taking all of him.

“Fucking hell, Scarlett. Fuck.”

His pelvis jolts, his rhythm shot. He tenses, his body stilling and I retake control, drawing back then down again.

“I’m going to come.”

With his warning, I take him deep and swallow around his end. His hips buck again. His head falls back. Then I feel his warm cream filling my mouth, sliding down my throat, and I swallow as the last drop pulses out of him.

I subtly wipe my lips as I rise, still in my heels and dress.

“That wasn’t part of the plan,” he says with a throaty voice.

He pushes me roughly so my back is against the bathroom door, his hands running hungrily up my thighs. His tongue attacks mine as his expert fingers unbuckle the belt at my waist. He turns me in one swift move to face the door. He pins me with his still-hard cock pressing against my arse, and holds my hands to the door above my head as he nibbles and sucks my jawline, then my lobe.

He lifts my dress up and over my head, casting it to the floor. Then he turns me and presses his naked body against mine, wrapping a hand around my back to unhook and relieve me of my bra. He plays me at my own game, fixing his eyes on mine as he bends and draws my French knickers down my thighs to the tiles, kissing my flesh as he moves.

I step out of the satin and he moves my legs further apart. He sucks two fingers, then draws a line down my centre, teasing my clit as he strokes and growling when he feels just how wet I am for him. He nudges my legs further apart again, then turns his tongue around my entrance and drags a line up to my swollen bud.

“Gregory.”

My hips rise towards him, my arms reaching out from my sides, trying to grip the door, the wall, something to steady my trembling legs.

I gasp as he thrusts two fingers into me and circles my back entrance with his little finger. His tongue continues to swirl. His three-pronged attack is exactly like my perfect man, smooth, commanding and so damned sexy.

My body writhes against the door as I build to the peak of a volcano. His fingers push harder and quicker. His little finger slips just inside and he licks my clit like he’s tasting me for the first time.

“Gregory!”

“Let go, baby.”

My insides swell and greedily tighten around his fingers. He pumps faster, working my clit to the brink. My legs are weightless as the rest of my body locks. My hips buck and my back lifts from the door as my volcano erupts around him and I scream his name.

He stands quickly, wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me, taking the weight from my weak legs. He carries us to the bathtub and pulls off my shoes with one hand before lifting us into the warm water. I turn in his lap so his legs slide down the sides of mine and he pulls me back to his chest.

My entire body relaxes, content and sated, as he fills and squeezes a flannel across my chest and rests his lips against my temple.

“How did we get things so wrong?” I ask.

“No more,” he says into my hair. “This is forever, baby.”

I run my hands up and down his wet thighs as he cleans my skin with warm, bubbly water.

“We need to talk about Katrina Martin.”

His chest deflates.

“She flew out to Dubai, Gregory.”

“She’s just got a bee in her hat.”

Despite my want to be serious, I giggle. “Bonnet, baby. She’s got a bee in her bonnet.” He smiles against my scalp. “I’m serious. She came here to find out what I know about the bribes. She’s not going to back off easily.”

“There’s no trail. Even if there were, she’ll be looking for a bribe around a murder charge.”

“She won’t find one.”

He continues methodically bathing my skin. “No. She won’t.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Look at me.” I turn in the water to face him. “She won’t.”

I shouldn’t have looked into those irresistible eyes.

My body moves before my mind has time to think. My hands lock into his wet hair and I attack his mouth. He willingly accepts, his hands moving to my arse, pulling me against his pelvis. He starts to grow beneath me. Then he’s lifting us out of the bath, carrying me to his bedroom without stopping to dry.

He kicks the door shut with his heel then presses my back against the bedroom wall. Sweet Gregory is gone. His brown eyes are black. Carnal. A match for my hunger. His lips suck the flesh of my neck. He pulls my nipple through his teeth and I squirm as desire rages in my cleft. I pull his hair until his brow is pressed against mine, then I pull his lip in my teeth, biting down. Our chests meet as we pant, filling our lungs with insatiable need.

He carries me to the bed and places me down on my feet. With one hand against my stomach, pulling my back to his abs, he turns my face left and I see our reflection in a large, gold-framed mirror, naked, our bodies held together.

“Keep watching.” His words are heavy.

I watch the illicit image of his hand roaming across my stomach and down between my legs. I see what I’m feeling, his touch on my clit, moving down to my entrance. The reflection shows his other hand moving to my breast. The feel, the sight, have me squirming against him. My hands move back into his hair and I watch as his mouth meets mine, his hands working the plump flesh of my breast and dipping into my wanton sex.

“God, Gregory, take me. Please.”

“You want it hard, baby?”

“Yes.”

His hands move quickly, bending me forward so my palms are resting on the mattress. He slides my legs further apart with his feet and lifts my hips towards him.

My head falls forward. Desperate. Waiting.

“Keep watching.”

I lift my head sideways to the mirror and see his tall, strong frame standing behind me, his hands groping the cheeks of my arse. He’s looking, too.

I gasp as he raises a hand and spanks my arse on a growl. Then without warning, he yanks my hips towards him and crashes his stiff cock into me, reaching the end of me, making me cry out.

I keep my eyes on his reflection as his torso stiffens, his biceps tight as he holds my hips, impaling me over and over with his huge length. The sinews of his neck tighten. Just watching him, seeing the effect I have on him, I could shatter.

He pulls a hand roughly down my spine and speeds up his thrusts, each powerful blow making me groan louder. When I think I can’t take anymore, he lifts a foot to the frame of the bed and drives even deeper, the leverage making each pound harder.

“Fuck, Scarlett, you make me feel like an animal.”

I watch his taut muscles move as he fucks me harder than he’s ever fucked me before. One hand leaves my hips and moves around to my front. I can see what’s coming but I gasp when his fingers slide down to my wetness then move up to my clit.

“Feel us, Scarlett. Put your hand there. Feel us.”

His hand on my hip grips harder, asking me to stand. With my back pressed against his chest, I lift a leg to the bed, mirroring his position. I wrap one hand around his arse pulling him to me, and move the other between my legs. I can feel him deep inside me, I can see him move, and now, my fingers stroke his wet cock as he moves tirelessly in and out of me. The attack comes on so many levels my head is in a spin, clouded by frantic hormones. The onslaught is hard and fast. A fierce orgasm rips through my body.

I pull his arse against me, telling him to move deeper, harder, faster as my climax rages on. He pounds, barking my name.

His hands move to my chest and pin my body to him as he slows his movements, bringing us down. He turns me to face him and parts my lips with his tongue as he lifts my legs around his waist and carries me back up the bed. His damp palm wipes my wet hair from my face as he kisses me, the kind of kiss that should be boxed and cherished. Then he worms his way down my body, between my legs.

He blows gently across my hot, swollen sex, then turns his tongue around my clit.

“Gregory, no. No more.” I move my hand to his face but he pins both hands to the mattress by my sides and continues lapping.

It’s one continuous orgasm as he lifts me the tiny bit I’ve dropped in the space of minutes. He licks me until I’m ready again, desperate to come. He turns his tongue around me and dips his fingers inside me, stroking my most sensitive flesh. My head shakes from side to side as round three tears up my body and I release around his fingers.

I drop back to the pillow and Gregory hovers over me. Then his shaft is nudging my drenched entrance.

“Again? Already?”

“Baby, this is five weeks’ worth of hard-on. I’m going all night.”