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ezekielbhandarivalleros · 3 years

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Scaredy Cat and the not-so Haunted House

Characters: Ajay Bhandri, Dylan Hayes (MC), Layla “Leah” Hayes (Sister), Skye Crandall and Rory Silva

Summary: The Gang go to a haunted house at a local fair

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Rating - General (Everyone can Read)

"If you think that you can scare me, you've got another thing coming," Ajay muttered under his breath as he began wonder yet again why he had agreed to go to a haunted house with Dylan.

Ajay knew that he would live to regret his choice, but after the scare with the Cyber Killer this week he could not seem to able to refuse his own boyfriend. He knew he wasn't the only one roped into going as Leah had both agreed to go. Rory had wiggled his way out of it probably with a promise of unlimited hugs for the rest of Dylan’s future career.

"Leah, Dylan just remember as long as you don't touch the people in the haunted house they can't touch you. Last year, I went this haunted house where if you made it through the haunted house they gave like a hundred dollar prize. They could touch you in that one and you had to sign a waiver saying you were not going to sue the haunted house if got hurt. Goblin's Revenge is pretty tame, but if you touch the actors they can touch you." Ajay said all of this quickly in a very giddy way.

"Oh great," Dylan thought, "I better make sure lee-lah doesn't have any weapons on her because I have a feeling when Leah gets scared people are gonna get hurt. Hopefully if she doesn't have any weapons on her the results will be less fatal. OR NOT! I can't believe I let Ajay talk me into doing this even though it was my idea at first!"

"Uh, Leah, do you have any weapons with you?" Ajay asked with the knowledge that if Leah was without weapons than he was winning the award for Least Annoying with Movie References.

"Of course I do, Ajay. What kind of Mossad officer and NCIS agent would I be without them," Leah smiled as she said this with a hint of laughter in her voice.

"Um… How can I put this delicately, Leah? YOU CANNOT BE ARMED IN THE HAUNTED HOUSE! We wouldn't want you to shoot or stab anyone if you get spooked. No paperclips either." Ajay said and winced as if expecting some sort of retaliation from Leah for even suggesting she be unarmed.

"Ok," Leah replied stunning the entire group into silence not even a breath was heard for a full minute.

"Why don't you put all your weapons in the trunk of my Blazer, Ajay?" Ajay was the first to recover from Leah's astonishing reply.

All of them had come over in Dylan's parents Blazer as Ajay's car was in the shop and the Blazer was roomy enough to accommodate the Three of them easily. Leah began pulling out knives from everyplace imaginable and she had two guns hidden on her person as well. Ajay placed the weapons in a compartment under the carpet of the trunk and locked the Blazer.

He felt an urge to suggest patting Leah down to make sure that all of her weapons were accounted for, but for once his survival instinct took over before he could voice that opinion. Deciding that he should just stay between Leah and the haunted house actors to insure of all of their safety seemed to quiet all of his worries.

The entire time Ajay had been thinking, the group had made their way through to the admissions windows and paid for their bracelets so they could enter and leave the house as many times as they wanted until midnight. The bracelets were bright orange and took on a neon glow when entering the haunted house allowing the workers guarding the doors to be able to easily tell who was supposed to be there and whose was not without disturbing the patrons.

"Sweet, they're playing the Sixth Sense on the TVs while you go through the house," Dylan exclaimed then added in scared almost girly whisper, "I see dead people."

The rest of the group rolled their eyes as they started walking through the maze. Dylan was on the lookout for hidden compartment and decided that it seemed that it would most likely for the actors to pop out from the inner wall of the maze. He took up his position at Leah's right unfortunately the maze was not made for two people to stand side by side.

He tried to walk sideways, but only succeeded in making himself look like an idiot as he tripped over one of the prop skeletons legs that were placed at random intervals throughout the maze's walkways. He then decided to walk in front of Leah hoping to warn the actors of their impending doom if they made Leah mad or scared.

A bloodcurdling scream filled the maze as Ajay was frightened by Skye popping out of the floor in front of him followed by a squeak of pain as Ajay had stepped on Dylan's foot and then stumbled back causing him to lose his balance and follow on his butt with Ajay landing on top of him.

Skye began laughing her head off at the sight as she began to tease Ajay mercilessly, "McKlutz maybe Dylan should walk in front of you so we can be sure that he doesn't get squashed to death by YOU!"

Skye already slipped back through the trapdoor to prepare to scare the next group that came through the corridor while Leah helped her brother up whom seemed to find the entire situation hilarious, "Dylan, I think that you are probably one of the only people who made Skye laugh!"

"Leah, Dylan are you okay since everyone seems to be only occupied with my lack of coordination?" Ajay questioned as he helped her to her black booted feet.

"I'm okay. Really, Ajay," Dylan and Leah Both said reassuringly.

Ajay seemed to notice that Rory had not made a single comment on the entire situation when he turned around to comment on this to utter surprise he found that Rory was nowhere to be found.

"Guys, Rory's gone, he was here with us at the start but since then I haven’t seen him!" Dylan said as he looking back and forth down the hallway hoping he would suddenly appear like a crazy ninja.

"He probably leaned against the wall and went through one of the revolving walls. There is one right behind you." Leah stated calmly as Dylan started to look even more nervous.

"Dylan, I think he can handle a haunted house on her own. "Ajay said tickled by the frightened and very worried face of his boyfriend.

"Dylan, I'm not worried about Rory. I'm worried about what he might do after the people who scare he. Even without the knife your sister gave him at the start he's deadly and he reacts often with instinct which makes it more likely for himself faint or pass-out to only get hurt!" Dylan replied as he pushed against the wall to make it turn noticing Dylan and Leah sudden realization that Ajay might actually have a valid point.

As the wall revolved Dylan came face to face with a grinning Rory who was leaning on the wall a little left of the revolving wall so he would not get squashed by it.

"Dy, I have more self control then you think you realize. I haven't fainted yet and you drive me up the hall all the time." Rory said with a laugh, "I dropped the weapon your sis gave me so I would not be tempted to use them when scared."

Rory looked a little abashed by being found out.

The Twins were greeted with the sight of Ajay saying, "Rory, the saying is up the wall not the hall," and Ajay with look of annoyance at Rory's need to constantly correct his English when it was obvious what he was saying if it was exactly perfect English.

Not wanting to stay in the Haunted House, Rory and Dylan run out grabbing the photo of the gang from the booth racing of to a much safer and less scarier park ride

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lem-20 · 3 years

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Welcome to the team

Summary: Ethan isn't happy about the new addition to the diagnostics team. Set directly after 3.4 (Ethan's POV)

Book/Pairing: Open Heart/ Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Casey Valentine)

Category/Rating: Fluff/Teen

Word Count: <1000

Disclaimer: Characters and some dialogue owned by Pixelberry

Prompts: @wackydrabbles Have you lost your mind? (Will appear in bold)

@choicesmonthlychallenge March Day 18: In Between

A/N: I love that Ethan has become super soft when it comes to MC, but I really miss him being a grumpy bastard, so here's a drabble with him being all moody and cynical 😁

"Please welcome your newest team member!" Bloom announced, gesturing towards the door as a familiar figure entered the room.

"Oh my god..." Casey muttered.

"You!"

"Hello, Ethan. Dr. Tobias Carrick, reporting for duty."

Ethan's eyes flew to Bloom.

"Is this some sort of joke? Him?" he demanded, nodding towards Tobias.

"What exactly is the problem Ethan?" Leland asked, eyes narrowing. "If you had been faster and more efficient, then I wouldn't have had to make the decision for you."

"You planned this. You knew two of those candidates you had me interview weren't suitable. I wouldn't be surprised if you already had him lined up before you poached Baz from the team."

"Excuse me? Are you sure you want to continue down this road of accusations, or are you forgetting who is in charge around here?"

Ethan tried hard to control the anger building inside. But as his eyes darted between the smug smiles on Tobias' and Bloom's faces, he felt as though he was a volcano on the verge of erupting.

Both Casey and Harper remained silent, choosing not to get involved, but as Ethan's gaze flickered towards Casey he noticed that the look on her face was screaming for him to stop talking.

"I can't deal with this right now," he replied, fighting the overwhelming urge he had to tell Leland to shove his job up his ass.

He made his way towards the door, stopping just shy of it.

"Bringing him in is going to destroy this team," he stated, before storming out of the office.

He walked down the corridor not knowing where he was going, but knowing he needed to distance himself from the situation.

The quickening sound of clicking heels behind him told him that Casey was following. He knew she would, well he'd hoped she would. As she caught up with him, he felt her hand grip around his arm.

"Ethan, stop."

Just having her near him was enough to reduce his anger back down to a simmer. But as he turned to face her, he realised she had brought the look she had given him in the office with her.

The usual warmth of her green eyes had been replaced with a piercing stare and the luscious lips that had left a trail of kisses over every inch of his body the night before, were pinched together tightly to complete her disapproving look.

Instead of the calming effect he had become accustomed to, he now felt like a naughty school boy who'd been dragged into the principles office.

"Have you lost your mind? Or are you trying to get fired?" she snapped.

"No, I'm not trying to get fired, which is exactly why I had to walk out. I can't just stand there and accept Bloom bringing Tobias into the team and act like I'm not extremely bothered by it. He's not a good fit Casey."

"I know you and Tobias have a complicated history..."

"You only know some of the story. I feel like Bloom is playing some sick little game, just like he was last year when we first met him. He said then that competition is the father of excellence, but our team has no place for competitiveness. Working together is what makes us succeed. You've seen glimpses of how Tobias works yourself, you've seen how competitive he is. It's all a game to him. He wants to outdo me at every given opportunity and patient care will suffer because of it."

"What about after the attack? He helped then when he really didn't have to."

"I am eternally grateful that everyone came together to help save your life. But it was a high profile case. When it comes to Tobias, cracking that case was going to make him look good, so I'm not surprised he jumped at the chance to get involved."

"Do you really believe he's that selfish? Is there not even a small part of you that thinks he helped because he wanted to do it for you? The man who was once his best friend?"

He thinks for a moment.

"Maybe. But I don't really care what his motive was on that day. All that matters is that you walked out of there."

He felt her wrap her fingers around his, giving them a tight squeeze.

"I don't trust Bloom, or his decisions any more than you do. And if you think I should be wary of Tobias, then I definitely will be. But please don't give them the satisfaction of knowing they have got to you like this. Just try to grit your teeth and get through the next couple of days, see how things go. I know it's going to be hard, but I will be on your side and by your side through all of it."

She placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Come on let's get back in there."

They walked back to the office hand in hand and found the other three still in the room.

"Feeling better now buddy?"

Ethan felt his anger rising as Tobias flashed him a charming smile, but he forced it back down as he thought of Casey's words.

"Hmm, yes. This was all just a little unexpected."

"Hey, no hard feelings. I'm looking forward to working together again," he replied, with his hand extended.

Ethan looked at his hand then at Bloom who was watching them closely.

"Yes, it's certain to be interesting," he said returning his gaze to Tobias and taking his hand for a single firm shake. "Welcome to the team."

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khoicesbyk · 2 years

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Dark Pleasure.

A/N: This AU is between my two all time favorite books Bloodbound and The Royal Romance! It is the crossover to end all crossovers.

A/N 2: Tristan Rys is a ruthless drug lord. Latisha Tucker is a reporter for The Washington Post. What could possibly go wrong when she falls into his dangerous world?

A/N 3: This fanfic will be dark! And sexy! And violent! And delicious! And will quickly become your guilty pleasure.

Rated: Mature. | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual from me. 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: Tristan Rys (LI) and Latisha Tucker (MC) x Adrian Raines and Tiana Reynolds-Raines | All Characters and names: (except MC and original characters created by me) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 3.550 words. (more or less. I stop counting after editing and re-editing. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

Tag List: @shewillreadyou @rideordiechronicles @twistedjaee @nina01040 @storyflirting @secretaryunpaid @aussieez @pixie88 @txemrn @kingliam2019 @tessa-liam @lucy-268 @prettyvintageafternoon @choicesficwriterscreations

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If you’d like to be added to my tag list. Just reblog or dm me and I will gladly add you! 😁😘

TW: drug use, violence, murder, mentions of torture, prostitution.

This series is rated Mature. It is NOT reading material that is safe for those under 18. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised!

Chapter 10.) In A New York Minute.

Tisha stood still as she gawked at the private plane in front of her. She still couldn’t believe that she was going to dinner in New York City of all places. But according to the text message she got from Tristan that's exactly where she was headed. Until she heard a certain someone over her shoulder.

“Impressive isn't she?”

Tisha turned around to see Tristan's signature smirk.

“She's great. Her owner on the hand…the jury is still out on him.”

“Hardy har har.”

Tisha snickered.

“So Ms. Tucker, are you ready for what promises to be a fabulous evening?”

“…I guess.”

“Don't be so glum! I promise I don't bite!…unless you’re into that.”, he said as he wagged his eyebrows and smirked.

“You're gonna be like this the whole time aren't you?”

“Every single solitary second.”

Tisha rolled her eyes then groaned.

“Now shall we? I'm sure our food is getting cold.”

Tisha shrugged before turning towards the plane and boarding with Tristan. She was impressed with his jet but didn't want to admit it to him.

“You look like a VERY impressed woman.”

Tisha rolled her eyes as she took her seat.

“Champagne? Wine? Sparkling water? Or straight liquor?”

“Vodka and Sprite is fine.”

“One Vodka and Sprite coming up!”

Tristan deftly poured then handed Tisha her drink.

“Cheers Mr. Rys.”

“Salud Ms. Tucker.”

The flight took less than 90 minutes. And when they landed at LaGuardia, they were whisked to the high rise where their dinner would take place. On their way up to the condo, there was an awkward silence between them.

“So…”

“Yes?”

“Is it always going to be this awkward between us?”

“I'm not used to having dinner in a New York high rise.”

Tristan cocked his head to the side as he took her in.

“Let's just say I like to keep you guessing.”

“Uh-huh.”

“As I said, I don't bite.”

Tisha cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Unless I ask you for it right?”

Tristan smirked before he stopped the elevator.

“What are you doing?”

“Shut up and hold still!”

Before she could say anything more, his lips were on hers. He kissed her into a stunned silence. The moment between them was powerful, sensual, and had her floating. When the kiss ended she felt drunk.

“What was that?”

“A preview of what's in store for you.”

“What kinda things?”

He smirked as he ran his thumb across her bottom lip.

“You'll find out soon enough.”

“There’s not gonna be a dinner, will there?”

“Of course there will be. I'm positively famished. The continuation of that kiss will be tabled until after dessert. Say over drinks on the terrace?”

“There's a terrace?”

“And a pool, as well as 4 bedrooms, 4 full and 3 half bathrooms, a chef's kitchen, an open floor plan, a master closet that will make your panties drop, and the piece de resistance: the greatest nighttime view of one Lady Liberty.”

“Liar!”

Tristan raised his eyebrow.

“Is that a challenge Ms. Tucker?”

Tisha shrugged.

“Maybe.”

“You are full of surprises aren't you?”

“If ‘two can play that game’ was a person it’d be me.”

“I'm beginning to think that you’re right Ms. Tucker.”

Tristan stepped back and started the elevator again. As they ascended to the penthouse, he never took his eyes off of her. She was breathtaking in her dress and after tonight she would be his new favorite plaything.

As they stepped off the elevator, Tisha’s jaw dropped. Tristan was right.

“Told you.” he whispered in her ear.

Tristan gave her a tour of the inside and introduced her to the private chef for the evening.

“Okay! Okay! I'm impressed! Now can we eat? I'm starving!”

“Of course my dear.”

Tristan snapped his fingers and had the chef present them with a lavish 5-course meal in the main dining area. Tisha couldn't get enough of the food. Everything was perfect.

“Oh! My! God! That was excellent! I loved every morsel.”

“Wonderful! I'm so glad you loved it. Now I do believe that I promised drinks on the terrace?”

“All of the yes!”

Tristan stood up and offered her his arm. They walked out onto the terrace and Tisha’s breath hitched. She couldn't believe how beautiful the terrace was. And as promised she got a great view of Lady Liberty herself. Tristan took pleasure in her being so awestruck.

“Did I deliver or did I deliver?”

“You are so damn smug.”

“Part of the charm, love.”

Tisha rolled her eyes at him and continued to take in the view. He watched as the wind blew through her hair. She was beautiful and delicious and the more he looked at her the hungrier he got.

“So how have I done so far?”

She turned from the view to him.

“As much as it pains me to admit it…you've done well so far.”

“You wound me!”

“Someone has to help you bring your head outta your ass. And well, I'm happy to make that noble sacrifice.”

“I will throw you off this terrace…”

Tisha smirked.

“And miss what I may or may not be wearing underneath this dress?”

Tristan huffed.

“Damn! You’re good.”

“Admission is the first step to recovery.”

Tristan rolled his eyes before pouring them both a glass of bourbon.

“Truce?”

Tisha accepted a drink with a smirk.

“That smirk is both annoying and adorable.”

“Any time I do something that annoys you, an angel gets its wings.”

“You're going to be like this all night, aren't you?”

Tisha shrugged innocently.

“What you see is what you get.”

“For the record: I did NOT ask for this!”

Tisha winked at him as he poured them another drink.

“So I believe that I promised to answer questions from you.”

“That you did Mr. Rys.”

“Very well then. Ask and you shall receive.”

“On the record?”

“No!”

Tisha huffed as she rolled her eyes.

“Fine.”

She took a thoughtful sip of her drink.

“How did you get into dealing cocaine?”

Tristan let out a low whistle.

“You don't pull punches do you?”

“Answer the question.”

“I'm in the hospitality industry. If my clientele demands it then I have to supply it. It started small, a few rich pricks here and there looking for a high, but then I realized that there's a lot of money to be made in dealing. So I got in with a small cartel in Bogota. We had small labs all over Venezuela. But it wasn't until we opened up in Brazil that I hit pay dirt.”

“And you've been a kingpin ever since?”

Tristan smirked.

“Everyone has an addiction, sweetheart. Mine is power, control, and money.”

“And sex and women and fast cars and–”

“Alright! I get it! I'm a pig! Ya happy now?”

“Slightly.”

Tristan rolled his eyes and poured another drink.

“What else do you want to know?”

“Why are you really in D.C.?”

“Geez, you’re nosy as hell.”

“Job remember?”

“D.C. is a hub of power. Much like here in New York. I want that power. I want to control the streets and the product that is sold on them. I want to have very powerful people owing me favors for the rest of their lives.”

“So you’re an egomaniac?”

“I prefer the term businessman, thank you.”

“Where does Adrian Raines fit in?”

“What better way to control D.C. than to control the presidency?”

“Is that why you’re funding his reelection campaign?”

“Part of it, yes. The other reason is Tiana. That woman is the single most powerful being in any universe. Think of what she can do to the world with just a thought. Let alone the snap of her fingers.”

“Adrian told me that she's scary and powerful.”

“Oh yeah! And some of the best sex in the world.”

“Don't think I needed to know that but okay.”

“You want to know everything about me don’t you, Ms. Tucker?”

“Maybe some of your skeletons can stay buried in your closet.”

“How gracious of you my dear.”

“Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Go for it.”

“What happened to your mother?”

Tristan froze and the grip on his glass tightened.

“Why do you care?” he asked in a flat voice.

“Call me curious.”

“You know curiosity killed the cat right?”

“Well, call me Tom. As long as you answer the question, Jerry.”

Tristan downed his drink in one gulp before pouring another.

“She was killed by an old competitor of mine.”

“What happened Tristan?”

Tisha watched a muscle in his jaw work.

“She was coming home from her favorite outdoor market when she was approached by two men. They grabbed her and dragged her inside where they killed her.”

“Where were you?”

“Passed out in my bed with two women that they sent to distract me.”

“Is it true that you’re the one who found her?”

Tristan went quiet.

“Yes. When she didn't answer my call, I went to check on her. That's when I found her. She was lying face down in a pool of her own blood.”

“Oh my God! I'm so sorry.”

“When I found out who was responsible I made it my mission to end their existence.”

“Why didn't you let the authorities handle her murder investigation?”

“Because if anyone was going to do my mother justice it was going to be me and me alone. That's why!”

Tisha picked up on the agitation in his tone. But she couldn't tell if it was because he was getting drunk or if he was genuinely getting upset.

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you.”

Tristan scoffed as he drank again. Tisha took that as a cue to back off for now. She finished her drink before setting the glass down and walking over to the edge of the pool.

Tristan watched as she slipped off her heels and sat down before sticking her feet in the water.

“This penthouse is incredible. I wish I could live here.”

“Sweetheart, I've seen the apartment building you live in now. I can assure you that you could never afford the rent or utilities on a place like this every month.”

Tisha scoffed.

“Ouch! Thanks for calling me broke by the way.”

“You're welcome.”

Tisha looked out at the skyline

“What do you see Ms. Tucker?”

“Opportunity. New York is a beautiful city. Especially at night.”

“That it is. That's why it's one of my favorite places in the world.”

When Tisha looked up Tristan was standing over her.

“Creepy much?”

“Sorry.”

When he looked down at her, he noticed the bite marks on her neck.

“What’s that?”

“What’s what?”

“On your neck.”

“You mean the bite marks?”

“That bastard…” Tristan sneered.

“What?”

“How did he get to you?”

“Why?”

“Just answer the fucking question.”

“He came to see me before I met with you.”

“And you let him feed off you?”

Tisha simply shrugged.

“You jealous?”

Tristan scoffed.

“Hardly.”

“Then why do you care?”

“Call me curious.”

Tisha raised an eyebrow at him.

“What did you just say about the cat and curiosity?”

Tristan rolled his eyes before standing up Tisha joined him.

“I'm getting another drink. You want one?”

“Sure.”

He walked over to the bar and poured them a drink.

“Thanks.”

“Salud.”

“I'm surprised that you’re still standing.”

“I'm not a lightweight.”

“No, you're just jealous.”

“You must be deaf. I told you I'm not jealous.”

“I can't tell. You seemed pretty upset that Adrian came to see me earlier.”

“How did he get your address?”

“His wife told him. And it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know how she got it.”

“What did you two talk about?”

“You, Tiana, him and the fact that my best friend are sleeping together.”

“He's banging your best friend?”

“For months according to both of them.”

“Who isn't he sleeping with?”

“Pot meet kettle.”

“Touché.”

“But that was all we discussed. He said something about getting me an interview with Tiana.”

“Interesting.”

“More like terrifying.”

“She's not so bad.”

“You're sleeping with her. Of course, you'd say that.”

“I wasn’t saying that because we’ve slept together. She's not this raging monster that the world wants you to believe she is Ms. Tucker. She does have emotions and feelings you know.”

“You sound like a Tiana Raines fanboy.”

“Says the Adrian Raines fangirl.”

“I am not a fangirl.”

“Yes, you are. It's in your eyes.”

“Whatever.”

Tisha rolled her eyes and went to walk past Tristan. That's when he pushed her into the pool. When she reached the surface she glared at him.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Tristan smirked.

“You said you liked the water.”

“You asshole!”

Tristan snickered.

“You ruined my hair and my dress!”

“It's an improvement if you ask me. It just means you'll be out of those clothes sooner.”

Tisha wanted to murder him.

“GET ME OUT OF THIS POOL!”

Tristan rolled his eyes.

“Fine. Fine.”

When he went to offer her a hand she pulled him in with her. When he surfaced and faced her she was cackling.

“That's what you get!”

He flashed an evil grin.

“Ohhh…you're a dead woman.”

“Prove it asshole!”

She took off in a swim with him behind her. She was just about to the other end when he grabbed her ankle and pulled her underwater. They wrestled until they had to resurface for air. And when they did both were breathless.

“You don't play fair.”

“I'm done playing.”

“Scary.”

“Get out of my pool and those clothes.”

Tristan had a look in his eyes that both terrified her and turned her on. She climbed out of the pool and soon had her wet clothes deposited in a wet squishy pile on a lounge chair. He arched an expectant eyebrow at her. Causing her to roll her eyes and twirl slowly for him.

“Better?”

“Much. Now, why don't we skip the pleasantries and get down to why you’re here?”

“I'm only here for dinner and an interview.”

“Wrong answer.”

That's when Tristan grabbed the back of her neck and brought her lips to his. The kiss was hot, heavy, and intense.

“Why are you here Ms. Tucker?”

“Because of your massive fucking ego.”

“You're half right.”

“And well…let's say you've piqued my interest.”

“Have I now?”

“Hey. If you can't beat’em join’em.”

Tristan shook his head.

“Americans…buncha cowboys.”

“You love us.”

“Nah. I just love fucking you. That's all.”

“But you haven't.”

“Not yet.”

The wind blew causing Tisha to shiver.

“Cold Ms. Tucker?”

“A little bit.”

“Why don't we take this inside? The master bedroom is right there.” he said as he pointed to a pair of French doors. Who was she to argue?

Tisha wanted him in the worst way possible. She was hungry for his dick and the same could be said for Tristan.

He grabbed her hand and led her into the bedroom. Once inside the bedroom, he grabbed her and threw her on the King Sized Bed. It didn't take long for him to remove his clothes under her watchful eye. Before she had a chance to react to seeing him naked, he was on top pinning her to the mattress.

“Hello, beautiful.”

“Hello, yourself.”

“Shall we indulge?”

Tisha wanted to get an exclusive with him and she was about to get it.

Tristan stood at the edge of the bed and marveled at the woman laying before him. This was about to be so worth it.

“You never did answer my question, Ms. Tucker.”

“How rude of me! Sure, let's indulge.”

He placed her legs on his shoulders and began to kiss her calves. He continued to do this for several minutes. Slowly he moved upward to her thighs doing the same to them as he did her calves. Her wetness and anticipation were building. She wanted his mouth but he had other ideas first. He wanted her orgasm to be huge so he just took his time.

The closer he got to her core the more shallow her breathing became. He licked his lips right before he dived right in.

She arched her back and grabbed the sheets beneath her when he took her clit into his mouth. He licked and sucked on her clit like his life depended on it. Doing so made her squirm in pleasure.

"Yes! More! Give it to me!" she moaned.

He was happy to acquiesce her request. He drove his tongue inside her causing her to nearly jump off the bed. She grabbed his head and smothered his face to keep him in place. This went on for what seemed like forever to her. And just as she was about to hit her peak he stopped.

“What the fuck are you doing?!"

“Patience young grasshopper. Patience.”

At that point he flipped her over onto her stomach and went back to feasting on her. It felt so good. He made sure to alternate between his tongue and the fingers of his right hand. He took his left hand and pulled her head back. This was driving her insane. She was about to lose it and he knew it. But that's not what he wanted, at least not yet. He wanted to torture her as much as possible. And when he stopped again, she wanted to kill him.

“No! No! No!”

Tristan rolled his eyes before slapping her ass.

“Calm down! And don't move.”

Tisha groaned impatiently but didn't move. Soon she heard the small rip of foil and felt his chest against her back as the mattress dipped slightly. She knew then he had returned and fun would begin.

“Good girl. Nice to see that you can take direction. Now, what do you say we finish this?”

“You talk too damn much!”

“I like to hear my own voice.”

“Ugh!”

“Now face down and ass up.”

He kissed the back of her left shoulder before he mounted her.

“I am going to thoroughly enjoy this…”

He lined himself up perfectly with her entrance then easily slid inside her. She was warm, she was inviting, she was tight, she was about to be his. The room was soon filled with their combined moans and groans. He started out slowly, so she would have a chance to get used to him being inside her. But soon he found it be too slow and annoying.

With his right hand flat against the small of her back and his left hand on her corresponding hip, he had her pinned. He rammed into her relentlessly. He would pull out then slam back in.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me!" she screamed as his took her.

The fingers of his left hand dug into the skin of her hip and his right hand tangled in her hair as he began to plunge himself deep into her. He watched her as she dug her nails into the sheets.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Give it to me!”

“That's it, baby girl! Tell you that want it!”

Tisha was in heaven. He felt amazing. And the deeper he went the better it felt. He was hitting her G-spot with every stroke. The sex was powerful, it was intense, and it was satisfying to them both.

“Don't! Stop! Give! It! To! Me!”

He heard her and fucked her harder and harder. The sounds of their bodies coming together drowned out their moans. He was getting closer to his breaking point. So he brought her to her knees so that her back was flush with his chest.

“Is this what you wanted love?”

“Yes…”

“Do you want to cum?”

“Yes!”

“Good. Only one way to make you do that.”

He rolled over onto his back waiting for her to ride him. She climbed on top of him and bounced up and down. He had a firm grip on her ass while she rode him. She soon reached her peak and couldn't back.

"Oh shit! I'm gonna cum! Oh fuck! Its coming! Yes! Yes! Yes! I–” she screamed as her orgasn took over and she exploded all over him.

That was all he needed to hear.

"Cum for me baby girl! Here it comes! And it's all for you!” he shouted before he brought her down on him one last time. He shuddered as he held her close and released into the condom.

Both were spent and soon drifted off to sleep.

The next morning Tristan found himself looking at Tisha’s sleeping form. He almost didn’t want to wake her up. He gently roused her from some of the deepest sleep she'd gotten in years.

“Wakey! Wakey!”

She groaned sleepily.

“Come on sleeping beauty! Time to see the sunshine!”

“Whaaaaat?!”

Tisha slowly opened her eyes.

“There we go! There's that pretty face with those gorgeous eyes!”

“What time is it?”

“Well, it's Sunday morning. And it's not quite 8:45 am.”

Tisha groaned before rolling back over.

“Oh no, you don't! You’re getting the fuck outta my bed!”

“You don't even own this penthouse!”

“I do until midnight tonight. Besides, you have to get dressed. Your car will be here soon.”

Tisha sat up and glared at him.

“Where am I going?”

“Raines Corp. You have a one-on-one interview with Tiana.”

“Today?”

“I didn't stutter and you aren't deaf. Tiana is waiting so get dressed babe. You got 30 minutes.”

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sillyrabbit81 · 2 years

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You're a legend. Just sayin.

Awww, Love ya mate!

Here, I made you something 🤣

❤️ Rabbit

#aussieez #ask sillyrabbit81 #kath and kim #rack off lamb #aussie stuff #aussie aussie aussie

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pixie88 · 2 years

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https://ddarker-dreams.tumblr.com/post/633359832628510720/fanfic-writer-asks-1-whats-your-favorite

Ready? 😈

3, 4, 6, 7, 9, 10, 14, 15, 20, 21, 25, 28, 33, 37, 38, 39, 40

You're welcome 😜

Hey @aussieez sorry it's taken a while to reply! That is a monster list!! 😱🤣 Here we go!

3. Do you have a favourite scene you've written from (no name of fics given so I'm gonna name a few)?

The A&E Series - Me without you? And the epilogue just because the massive curve ball 🤐🤐

Teddy - the end of the last chapter because it made me cry plus I knew no one would expect it.

The Neighbour - I probably have a few that are like no! But I love when Alana sleeps with Isaac and a scene between the pair that has yet to be posted 😈😜

4. Did you have any ideas that didn't make the final cut of (no choosen fics, I'll pick)?

Yours truly - Jake (Ellie's ex) was supposed to team up with their stalker 😈 I didn't think it was believable.

6. If you listen to music when writing, what were you listening to when writing (no choosen fic name given)?

Whatever is on my playlist really. Here's a few of my favourites atm:

7. What story do you feel the proudest of?

Before I wrote Enough I would have said Alone, which I am still proud of but Enough and the editing of it to publish is now my proudest story because it...well you will have to see for yourself 😈😜🤷‍♀️🤐

9. If you had to assign a theme song to (fic name) which would you assign?

Enough:

10. What's is the line you're proudest of from (no fic name given)?

A&E Together - Nina: "Our tongues are blue. We look like we've given a Smurf a blowjob!"

14. How do you feel about your older work?

I want to edit A&E series one and two change it to third person. I hate reading it in first person now.

15. What is the fanfic you've written that you're most proud of?

Fanfics wise probably The Neighbour, it was a slow burn I normally get to chapter 5 and they are 😈😈

20. What feedback makes you the happiest to hear?

Any feedback or when people aren't expecting something to happen and it does 😜😈

21. Is there an idea you've always wanted to write, but haven't yet?

Everything in Enough! It's the darkest fics I have written hence why I was keeping it to myself, now editting my reading it and thinking "noooo! You can put that out there! Then I'm like no! People don't like it simply don't read!" 🤷‍♀️

25. What scene in (fic name) took the longest to write? What was difficult about it?

Again a scene in Enough even when I was writing it for me, I was crying! It broke my heart and I wrote it! 💔💔

28. Is there a part of (fics name) you're surprised no one has picked up on yet?

I don't think so maybe later on when a few more chapter of Enough are out.

33. Have you ever stopped yourself from writing something? Why?

The whole Alone fics I was unsure on, but had great support 😉 there are scenes in Enough I'm toying with taking out 😬

37. Would you ever collaborate with another writer for a story?

Well, @aussieez we have said about doing a one shot.... 🤣🤣🤣 we have done an A&E, KJ @aussieez and SD @secretaryunpaid one shot.

38. What story of yours are you surprised that people liked as much as they did?

Any story I write! I don't get how anyone likes them!

39. What area of writing do you feel strongest in?

Fluff! Find it so easy to write everything else I struggle with.

40. what area of writing do you want to improve in?

All of them! I read other people's writing and wonder why I write.

Thanks for the list of asks lovely 😘

#ask pixie #@aussieez ask

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Steve McGarrett has it all. A great job, amazing friends and family, a beautiful fiancé he loves more than life itself, he's never been happier... but what happens when his ex comes back into his life asking for Five O's help??

WARNING/S: Police procedure, criminal activity, violence, blood, torture, death, language, medical procedures, smut and explicit sex. MINORS DNI

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR MY WORK TO BE USED IN ANY CAPACITY

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Short scenes that add to the story of Your Weakness but don't quite fit within the main story.

Clean Shot

Coming Soon…

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secretaryunpaid · 3 years

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De-stressing...

aussieez asked:

G'day lovely! Hope your recovery is coming along swimmingly! 😘 I'm just here to drop another fluffy lil prompt in your lap for any BMD pairing you choose! 😜 #38 from this prompt list

No pressure or rush!

https://omgjasminesimone.tumblr.com/post/188799553903/50-item-writing-prompts-50-wordless-ways-to

Have fun! 😘

Word Count: 3,265 approx.

Rating: Explicit... (It’s me... I hardly know any other way, lol !!! ) PB says 17+, so I will, too.

Warnings: I do understand that each has their own level of intimacy, so with that said, I am an adventurous/curious being... Judge/don’t judge, meh !!! Anal play, cunnilingus, fellatio... Sexual language and ADULT activities...

A/N:

I decided to write this in the stage of their “relationship” that was somewhat left out… Alina has filed for divorce and Sam is attempting to move on with his life… He really is unsure of what the future holds, but Alina has been adamant that she wants nothing more to do with Sam… What’s a man to do? Move onward, yeah?

Aussie Ask #38 prompt: Letting them warm their cold hands under your shirt.

Sam leaves Dalton Enterprises frustrated over the fact that yet another project has been stalled. Robin has been away from the office so plans for marketing have been put on hold.

His conversation with their father did not go as planned. Sam pleaded to Mason, Sr to allow him the opportunity to handle arranging the marketing meetings, but he only saw it as Sam attempting to overplay Robin’s position. Even with a detailed explanation, he just wouldn’t budge.

Sam became so eager that he and Mason, Sr got into a shouting match, landing him on a three weeks suspension, which would allow Robin time to return. Sam needed an outlet for his anger at this point, and was trying very hard to avoid alcohol.

He decided to send his proposals for marketing efforts to Robin’s email, hoping that common ground could be had between them. This would allow Robin to approve plans so the project would move forward, which is the end goal for the company.

What happened next only fueled Sam’s temper even more. Although he was “out of office”, Sam half expected Robin to at least view the proposal and reply in some fashion. Instead, he received an email following the automatic reply. “Sam, give me two weeks and then I can focus on this. Have fun on your suspension, Robin.”

Robin knew as well as Sam that the delay was detrimental to stock stability. New projects needed to be released within the two weeks he was being stalled on. Other competitors were scheduled to release new products in that same timeframe.

Word spread that the data leaks went beyond patient information. It contained blueprints to their most profitable projects up for release. If other companies released their version prior to Dalton-Russo, millions would be lost, and shares would plummet in value.

Sam had privately acquired several of the closed Eros facilities, one in particular he’d modified into his private sanctum. The design was an optimal living space, as Rowan West believed in the royal treatment of his potential investors. It had top of the line gym equipment, a resistance pool, and many other extravagant amenities. The view was phenomenal, which is what drew Sam here today.

The rigorous training program was impeccable, used as a test marker against the humanology of the Matches formerly being created there. World renowned trainers had been gathered together, partnering with biotechnologists to design a workout regimen optimal for the tissue design covering the robotics.

After overcoming much red tape, and many nights of unwanted intimate schmoozing, Sam had gained permission to reproduce some of the Eros technology, forgoing use of the AI technology. Robotic limbs and limited organs could be manufactured under regulatory review. Sam would come here to relieve tension, “geeking out” on robotic technology designed by himself. Testing the product, modeling it after his own strength in conjunction to the rigorous training regimen.

He’d even had the privilege of working with Tony Stark who’d become impressed by Sam’s efforts during his graduate years at Princeton. He’d been offered to head a Junior Program being piloted at Stark, but Mason, Sr threatened to pull all inheritance and potential ownership of Dalton portion of the merged Dalton-Russo Enterprises in the future...

After a few hours of working out and tweaking specs on several robotics he’s been working on, Sam decides that this just hasn’t diverted his mind enough... Alcohol isn’t suited for the occasion, as he will need to meet with his father and Board of Trustees early the next morning... keeping a clear mind is optimal. Then it hits him... the very thing that has kept his mind clear and sharpened his focus... “Her... I don’t know how she does it, but I need her to ‘do it’... I should reach out, maybe by text, because I don’t want to seem too anxious by phone... Damn, the thought of her ... Mmmm...”

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Sam sends a quick text asking if she is free tonight, sweaty pics included ... It takes a few minutes but her reply finally comes through. “It’s been a while... I didn’t think we’d see each other again... I’ve missed you, Sam... Of course, I’m free when it comes to spending ‘time’ with you. But I’ve had one too many drinks to drive...” He informs her that he will send a car for her, no worries... and he can take her wherever she wants after...

“Getting ready for this ice bath, but the code is #*69*#, take the door immediately to your right and take the stairs down... I will be in the gym, but you will see me as soon as you reach the bottom stair. I can’t wait... See you soon.”

Let’s toast, looks like I might just get laid tonight !!!!!

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She arrives, following Sam’s instructions, seeing him relaxed in an ice bath… Amazed at how sexy he looks, eyes closed, biceps flexed as his clasped hands support his head. She quietly approaches him, thinking that she will be able to surprise him. “You smell edible, as usual…” A smile creeps across her lips as he opens his eyes to meet hers. “Oh yeah, and what does edible smell like?” “Dripping wet pussy, what else? And I can’t wait to taste those sugar walls...” Her breath catches at his brazen honesty.

She grins, a small seductive laugh escaping her. “Is that the reason for my invitation?” She makes her way over to the bath. “Take off that trench and let me see what you’re wearing…” His eyes smolder, with his words now casting the heat of his desire, sending a shiver across her neck… the place his lips would normally land after saying such words. “And what if there is nothing to see but skin? Would you be disappointed?”

He immediately stands from the ice bath, the freezing water dripping down his perked muscles, the cold temps having no effect on his prominent arousal. Her breath catches, as he quickly makes his way to her. “This I have to expose for myself.” The lust in his eyes causes a heat to rush through her, wetness apparent upon his touch. “Oooh, cold!”

“Definitely not for long with as much heat as your body is giving off right now… I could just wait til they naturally warm again, but then you wouldn’t get to feel the contrasting pleasure of this…” He falls to his knees, his tongue circling her clit as his icy fingers glide along her wetness. Moving to plunge his tongue and fingers deep within her, causing her to roll against his movements, pressing his head against her.

She immediately places a thigh on his shoulder, prompting him to give her the thing that she has become accustomed to having when this aroused. He easily lifts her as her other thigh lands on his other shoulder. Gripping her ass firmly, he walks her to a nearby wall, bracing as she takes hold of the pull-up bar just above her for added support. As he slowly tastes her excitement, making long quivering strokes between her lips, she can’t help but roll against his tongue. He loves that she can’t resist movement, and tells he will stay right here in this spot until she taps out.

It isn’t long before he has to break the grip her thighs are forming around his head. “Don’t hold it back from me, Sexy… I want every drop. Grip that bar tightly...” With that, he turns direction, now supporting her thighs as he spreads her further, now licking from her clit back to her anus, teasing it. At first it startles her, but then the sensation begins to overwhelm her.

The sounds of her deep inhale tell him that she accepts this new line crossed, which excites him more knowing that she has become this comfortable with him. Feeling the tremble her body can’t hide, he turns again, telling her to look at him. He strokes her clit as she watches his tongue appear and disappear, the intensity of his look pleading for her to give him what he desires…

As she stiffens her movement, tapping him gently, Sam decides he will bring her orgasm anyway. He rocks her against him, stroking hungrily, moaning against her… the vibration claiming what she has been resisting. Her screams and voiceless whispers of his name follow his thrust until she can’t hold on any longer.

He moves away, watching her squirm and clench her thighs together… needing him to finish what he started… “You don’t plan to leave me like this?… This pulse is too intense… “ He lowers her, taking her by the hand, leading her back up the stairs. “Where are we going?” His silence peaks her curiosity. “Sam, wher- ...” He turns, taking her by the chin, “You’ll see in just a moment. Trust me?” Biting the corner of her lip, she nods, and continues to ascend the stairs in silence.

Passing through an automatic glass door, she now realizes that this is some sort of laboratory. She sees all sorts of robotic parts, schematics on a virtual screen, and then Sam stops, reaching into a cabinet, taking out a small box. “Is this your work? I didn’t peg you for the ‘take work home’ type.” He gives her a coy smile, “What type did you peg me for?”

She looks at him, squinching her nose playfully, “The man-whore type…” His stunned look surprises her. “Whatever would give you that impression?” Shyly dropping her head before looking up again, “Uhmm, you were just tongue deep in my asshole, so … I’m just saying…” He laughs, saying that he told her that he had no limits to pleasing his woman, but then asks, “Is that a complaint?” She turns her head, not wanting to admit that her nature was freakier than she realized. “So, what’s in the box?”

“Not going to answer me I see…” He laughs at her supposed innocence, then answers. “It’s a prototype that I need to test. We… well, I… am trying to provide a condom that will assist in erectile dysfunction.” Giving him a side look, her expression extremely puzzled, he answers her silent question. “No, I do not suffer from any dysfunction… Wow, woman! Go for a man’s ego, why don’t you !” She can only shrug her shoulders, shaking her head… “My apologies ??? Just continue explaining, please… before I die of embarrassment. Then you won’t get your ‘happy ending’, and we know that you both want and NEED that.”

“Make a girl cum in your mouth, and she suddenly gets all cocky…” She slaps his shoulder playfully, and he goes on explaining. “It’s a condom integrated with AI to send mild electrical stimulation as needed to, you know, help a brother out… His partner, too, I guess you could say.” She is very intrigued with Sam’s ‘dedication to help his fellow man’. He sees the look she is giving him, immediately knowing that she has ‘Sexist’ written all over her thoughts. “Don’t worry, the prototype for women is in development as well… I do understand that some women never experience an orgasm, and sometimes have difficulty becoming aroused. I promise that I am working for the whole team here!”

“Well, good. Because I thought that you were anticipating early ED, and I was about to bounce… I need lasting power and years of it,” she says teasingly, but serious about her words. Kissing her forehead, he assures her that there will be no issues in that department. As he goes on to describe the functionality of the enhanced condom, he notices how intrigued she was at all of the specifics.

“Are you a freaky nerd?” At first she is thrown by his question, and doesn’t know what to say, but he eases her discomfort by leaning in close, his husky voice reassuring her that he loves a woman with a technologically advanced mind. Her confidence returns, and she asks if she can be his personal human tester. His mischievous look answers all. “By all means, but first I want to make a pit stop in the bedroom.” She loves that he is willing to share this much of himself with her, although shocking, as he is usually more reserved.

As they make their way upstairs, she can only think of how many past meetings they have had. The hotel bars and hotel rooms were plenty, but he’d never been this involved before… exposing himself this freely, beyond intimacy. She appreciated the interior design, wondering if this was all his doing or if he’d hired someone. As if reading her mind, he answers her silent inquiry. “I designed all of this. I am a very picky man, and everything has to meet my standards. Opinions?”

“I love what you’ve done with the place. So what made you want to focus on ‘reproductive’ organ systems in your projects? If you don’t mind my curiosity?” As they enter the bedroom, he leads her through to the enormous bathroom. “And does anyone really need a bathroom this extravagant? I mean… Wow !!” He just winks as he takes in her wide eyed expression, moving to turn on the water and jets in the jacuzzi tub. He then instructs her to test the water as it fills to make sure that it’s to her liking, as he moves to brush his teeth.

She gives him an offended look, until he assures her that he is only doing this because he plans to kiss her as much as he can, and since he had ventured beyond their normal, he didn’t want to assume she was okay with him kissing her afterwards. Understanding, she ends her protest, moving to test the water, silently watching the flex of his back muscles as he brushes his teeth. Her eyes rove over his body appreciatively. Feeling this, he turns to let her know that he can feel her checking him out, giving his best Atlas impression...muscles bulging at every glance.

As he finishes, she watches him apply the enhanced condom, brow jumping at the thrill of his display. “I will never get tired of seeing that third leg salute… Im-press-ive… Mhmmm! Bring that over here already,” is the last sentence said as her Trench drops to the floor. He swallows his drool as she backs slowly into the jacuzzi, summoning him to her with her desperate stare.

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As the bubbling water coats her breasts, she watches him lower himself to the edge. She moves to him, broadening his legs to allow her between them, taking him into her mouth in ethereal strokes. This light touch sends electrical pulses trickling throughout, arousing Sam, causing an engorgement as expected.

Her manipulation sends serotonin flooding. His light strokes of her hair soon become erratic, finally ending up fully bunched into his palm to allow his view of this immense pleasure she was giving. It doesn’t take long before he halts her movement, removing the prototype, then lowering himself into the water. Taking control, he spins her backside to the jacuzzi wall, kissing her just before telling her to turn so he can take her from behind.

Before she can brace herself fully, he has filled her and begun to kiss along her neck and shoulder. “I want it rough, Sam…” Without hesitation, his animalistic nature consumes them both, her nails clawing into his sides as he nips at any space he can, running his tongue along her back. Needing to feel her cum against him, he grabs her neck, pulling her into an intense kiss as his speed increases. The bounce of her breasts telling of the force and quickening her breaths, she leans forward to assist his thrusts, grinding through her release as she feels the rush of his… their passion heightened to the point of continued need.

Sam’s immediate rebuild incites him to withdraw, pulling her to the built in seating to straddle him. She licks along his lips as she slowly descends onto him, loving the feel of her walls expanding yet again, her every movement causing expansion still. “Damn... I love it when you are this excited to be in me.” He presses her back so that he can massage her breasts, sucking the side, moving to lick along the underside and up her sternum… taking her bottom lip into his and licking along her upper lip, before his suctioning kiss drives her wild, both bucking against each other until their release…

Chests heaving, both staring in each other’s eyes, he says the words for the first time. She is unsure if it’s the exhilarating feeling each has given the other, but they are as clear as the brewing waters… “I think that I’m falling in love with you, Lia…” Any other time, this would have been the perfect thing to hear… but he’d just recalled her unknown betrayal with the simple use of her name…

Problem is… he doesn’t really know the woman he is so intimately involved with… What will be the response when he learns???

After taking the time to cleanse each other, and a prolonged kiss, he strokes her curling hair, soaking in her content smile, unaware of the turmoil beneath. “Let’s get you out before you wrinkle this beautiful skin. I want to towel you dry if you don’t mind…” With a quick kiss, she allows him to guide her out of the bath. He puts her in his plush robe, gently toweling her hair dry as he teases her neckline.

Both now dry and still completely naked, he takes her to his bed, pulling one of his shirts over her head before sliding a pair of his boxers up her thighs. She leans back and lifts for him to pull them on completely. She lays still, contently watching him dress in the same attire. He moves to the head of the bed, pulling the covers back… “Spend the night with me?” Wordless, she crawls up the bed, his admiration of the view obvious. He climbs in beside her, bringing the covers along with him.

She turns to face him, smiling, “Sam…” He starts to answer, but is cut short as he jerks from her cold hands running underneath his shirt. “My hands are cold… Can I warm them under your shirt?” He pulls her to his chest, kisses her forehead, replying, “You can warm them wherever you like.” Big mistake !!! She moves them lower, dipping into his boxers, gripping his ass… causing him to thrust against her… “Ready for another round are you?”

“Go to sleep, woman! You’re going to need energy for breakfast!” The knowing look on her face warms his heart. “I think you’d better get plenty of rest then, I don’t let my man starve. You will be eating until full,” she says, giving a quick peck to his lips before burying her head in his chest, holding him even tighter, whispering, “I think I love you”.

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chemist-ana · 3 years

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Chapter 13 The Morning After— Sams POV

Book: The Nanny Affair

Characters: Sam, Ana Schuyler (MC), Vivan and Mason Dalton

Pairing: Sam Dalton (male) x Ana Schuyler (MC)

Rating: 18+

Content Warning: NSFW, Sexual Language, Adult Language, Sexual Situations

A/N I know there are a lot of people that do not like Sam Dalton- that being said, this chapter was especially difficult for me to write, because I am trying to give him a redeeming character arc. As a person that is involved with the family business, I can understand to a degree where he is coming from with the guilt and what he chooses some of the decisions he does. BUT please do not forgot that MC is culpable and definitely at fault as well. There are definitely some cringe worthy things in this chapter- but I hope y'all love it! Also a super big thank you for @txemrn for talking me through some of these ideas and for being the queen of angst. Love you p.

Summary: In the cold light of day, will you and Ana be able to face the consequences of your actions?

Word Count: 5800

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The sound of my footsteps, my labored breathing, and the early morning traffic are the only sounds in my ears, as I push my legs faster through Central Park. I reach up and wipe at the sweat that is beading on my brow, silently cursing the wretched New York, humid, summer mornings.

I usually run with music blasting in my ears… but I decided this morning to torture myself, and I can’t decide whether its working. The sounds of Ana’s moans echo through my mind, as steady as my heart beats. I see a gorgeous blonde running towards me and I give her a crooked smile as our eyes connect. She just about trips on the pavement before composing herself mid stride and continues past me, avoiding my gaze.

Well that didn’t help.

I push myself harder in the last few hundred yards of my run, and when my building finally comes into view, I slow down to a walk, reaching my arms up to catch my breath.

“Good morning, Mr. Dalton.” The morning doorman greets as he opens the door to the lobby for me.

“Thanks, Felix.” I nod as I breeze past him, waving my keycard at the scanner to my penthouse elevator.

When the door dings open, I hold my breath as I walk quietly through the still living room, everyone is still sleeping. I stop outside of Ana’s door. Resting my hands on her door frame and closing my eyes. I take a deep breath, what the fuck happened last night… I walk into my master bathroom, turning the shower water on cold.

My brain delves into the guilt that is sitting heavy on my shoulders. The guilt that I have for the years I spent fucking off in college instead of setting myself up for my future. The guilt I have for losing Eva. The guilt I have for hiring Ana… And now to add more… the guilt that I have for fucking her last night. What the fuck were you thinking? I tilt my head up into the cold water, letting the shock send a shudder down my spine.

My life has revolved around this family business… watching the countless hours my father has spent building it from nothing into this global conglomerate. The knowledge that one day, this would all be mine. The endless chiding from my father to fit into his mold of what the perfect CEO would be. Married with children. I have truly never been in control of my life… even when I married Eva. I thought she was the one… but now that I have Ana… stop it you fool, you don’t have Ana… she deserves better than your spineless tricks. Fuck, fuck, fuck, what am i doing? I reach up and rest my hands on the shower wall, letting my head lull forward.

What the fuck happens next?

***

“Good morning.” I greet the twins and Ana as I round the corner into the kitchen.

“Morning, dad.” The boys look at me with defeated looks, I’m guessing it has something to do with the beige mush in their bowls.

I cast a quick glance at Ana as a blush creeps up her neck.

“Ana? Are you alright?”

She shakes her head slightly before looking at me.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking about last night.” Her eyes linger on mine.

The all too clear memory of her moans and the feel of her body come flooding back into my mind again, but I quickly shove them away as I stare back at her.

“Yeah! Carter said you went to that fancy party thing with Dad!” My eyes flick to Mason as he sets his spoon down.

“Did you pull any pranks?” Mickey asks with a smile.

“Not this time. Maybe we just needed someone to show us how it’s done.” I look between them.

“I’d rather stay home and eat pizza, thanks!” Mickey’s eyes grow wide as he takes another bite of his mush, god that doesn’t look good at all.

I grab a cup of coffee and turn to walk towards my office.

“Can we talk later?” Ana whispers as she leans in close to me.

My stomach drops and I feel my body stiffen. I don’t spare her a glance before answering. “… Yes. Later.”

Without another word I head to my home office, leaving a stunned Ana behind. I can feel her gaze as I round the corner and close the door quietly behind me.

I don't know what to say to you yet, Ana…

I sit down in my Wegner chair, switching the Tiffany Lamp on. I rub my hands down my face with a sigh. The silence is broken by the ringing of my cell phone, I glance down and my fathers name is flashing on the screen.

“Hey, dad.” I set my phone on my desk and turned it on speaker.

“Sam, things in Italy are not clearing up. I need you there to fix this mess.”

I let out a sharp exhale through my teeth and pinch the bridge of my nose.

“This is pretty short notice.”

“After what happened in Milan, LEMA is having some hesitations as to our abilities to run a company that handles sensitive medical information. I don't think I need to tell you how important this deal is. We need to take care of this ourselves, unless you want me to send Robin?” I can hear the challenge in his voice as my chest constricts.

“How long do you think I will be there?” I ask, avoiding his antagonizing, my mind flashing to the boys… and then to Ana..

“Does it matter, Sam? As long as it takes. I already spoke with Sofia, she is going to go with you. I have some briefs and copies of all the contracts being sent to your office now. You will need to read them all to get caught up. I also scheduled you the jet for tomorrow morning.”

My head falls back as I close my eyes.

“Sam?”

“Yeah, yeah, dad, I heard you. I will be there soon.”

“I’ll be in your office at noon.” He ends the call.

I glance down at my watch, it's already 11. FUCK.

I look at my office door, time to do whatever needs to be done.

I walk quietly through the penthouse, running over the words in my head. I hear the twins in their room, and I decide to start with them. When I see Ana putting their laundry away, my breath gets caught in my throat. At least you only have to say this once…

“I’m about to go into the office, but I wanted to talk to you first.” I say as I walk into their room.

I watch out of the corner of my eye as Ana turns towards me. I move further into the twins room and take a seat on the edge of the lower bunk bed. Mason and Mickey stand in front of me.

“What’s wrong, Dad? You look sad…” Mason’s face drops when he notices my crestfallen expression.

“I’m not… sad. I just know you’re not going to like what I have to say.” I take a deep breath and clear my throat.

“Then you gotta just rip it off. Like a Band-Aid.” Mickey smiles.

“Right, like a Band-Aid.” I keep my eyes fixed on the twins but I can feel the heat from Ana’s gaze. “I have to go to Italy for a business trip… as soon as possible.”

A silence settles over the room as the twins look between themselves..

“What? You’re fleeing the country, just like that?” Ana breaks the palpable silence.

“I wouldn’t call it ‘fleeing’. Dalton Enterprises has been in negotiations for months, and after the Milan breach… well my dad just doesn’t trust anyone else to handle it.”

“What about us?” Mason murmurs sadly.

“Aunt Sofia isn’t staying here, is she?” Mickey's eyes are wide.

“No, she’ll be in Naples with me. But don’t worry, you won’t be alone. You’ll have Ana.” I turn to face Ana and her gaze is focused on the twins, but I can see the hurt in her emerald eyes.

“Let’s not overreact here. It’s just a flight and some meetings, right? I bet your dad will be back before you know it.” A smile trains on the corners on her lips as she tries to brighten the mood.

I wish that was all…

“Actually… depending on the negotiations, I could be gone a couple months.”

“A couple months?” Mickey shouts.

“But… that’s the rest of summer.” I look at Mason and see only one thing: disappointment.

“Seriously, Sam? That’s so long! For the boys I mean.” Her eyes fall to the floor.

“My parents were often overseas for months at a time when I was younger. They’ll survive.” I hate the words as they leave my lips.

“But don't you want them to do more than just survive?” She looks up at me in concern.

“I’m trying to not let emotions cloud my judgement here. I don't have a choice in the matter.” I clench my jaw.

“You always have a choice, Sam.” Her eyes hold mine.

I take a deep breath turning my attention back to the twins.

“Can we at least come visit you while you’re gone?” Mason is picking at a piece of string that is fraying from his blanket.

“Of course, buddy. I’m sure we can work something out. In the meantime, why doesn’t Ana take you two out for the day?” I rest my hands on the twins' shoulders. “I’ve got to prepare for my trip, but we’ll have a special dinner tonight before I go. Promise.” I wrap my arms around them and bring them tight to my sides. I wish I didn't have to leave you… someday you will understand. I hope.

I walk out of the twins room, avoiding the heat from Ana’s gaze as she watches me.

***

The words all run together as I sit at my desk and try to read the briefs from Italy. My office door opens and my eyes meet my fathers’s as he strolls in and sits in the leather chair in front of me.

“Did you read all of those?” He asks gruffly, his eyes flicking down to the papers that are strewn across my desk.

I collect all of them into a stack as I avoid his gaze. “I got the jist.”

A silence settles between us and I can feel his eyes trained on me. When I finally raise my gaze, he narrows his eyes and his mouth sets in a thin line. “What’s going on with you, Sam?”

“Nothing, Dad, I’m just tired. Didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Don’t insult me, I know you better than that. You are distracted, you have been since your mother and I got back from Italy. Have you been drinking too much again?”

I raise my brow at him incredulously. “Dad.”

“Is it that pretty nanny of yours?” He says mockingly.

My eyes fall to the stack of papers.

“Oh, son. Really?”

“No, dad, it-it’s not her.” Boy that wasn't very convincing.

“Yes it is. I know that look.” A long silence stretches and I avoid his gaze. “Remember Pam?”

I meet his eyes. “Aunt Pam, your old secretary?”

He purses his lips and nods. He takes a deep breath, clearly warring with what he wants to say next. “It only lasted a few months, and your mother knows nothing about this.”

“Wait, you had an affair?”

“It’s not something I am proud of. But let me tell you something. Women like her, and your nanny…” He waves his hand dismissively. “Are only good for one thing, son.” He leans forward in his chair and arches his brow. “And it’s not making you the man that you need to be to run this company.” He leans back, steepling his fingers on his knees. “Now, a woman like Sofia, that is who is going to take you far in life, and bring you where you need to be.”

I’m fucking speechless. I can’t defend my honor, or Ana’s. Because what if he’s right?

***

My phone dings with a text, Ana.

Ana: Heading back, ETA 20 min

Ana: You need us to pick anything up on our way?

Ana: Or do you have the special dinner all planned out?

Fuck. I’m not getting out of here for at least another hour.

Sam: About that…

Ana: Why am I not surprised? This is becoming your MO.

I clench my jaw.

Sam: What’s that supposed to mean?

Ana: You’re a smart man. Figure it out.

I whisper a quiet fuck and I see Robin’s head snap up.

“Trouble at home?” He asks, as a cocky smile spreads across his face.

I ignore him.

Sam: Ana…

Ana: I’ll take care of dinner for the boys sake. But you’d better come up with an AMAZING apology dessert for them.

Sam: I am sorry to bail on this

Sam: I will bring something home for dessert.

Sam: Okay?

She doesn't respond, and I pinch my eyes closed in frustration.

I turn back to the final pages of the contract with LEMA before sighing and throwing it to the table.

“Find anything?” Robin asks.

“No. And I need to go home. I need to spend what little time I have left in the city with the boys.”

“Go, I will make sure all of this makes it onto the jet tomorrow morning.” Robin leans back in his chair. “You know dad wants me with you tomorrow, right?”

I stop in my tracks and slowly turn to him. “No. I was not aware of that.”

He shrugs his shoulders and crosses his leg over his knee. “Now you do.”

I bite the inside of my cheek, and decide against saying anything else. Can just one thing go my way today? I grab my keys and phone, stuffing them into my pocket. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“See ya.” He waves as I walk out of the door.

***

I walk into the foyer with my suitcase, setting it next to the elevator doors just as they ding open and Ana, Mason, and Mickey step out.

“Welcome back. Did you three have fun at the museum?” My eyes are locked on Ana, sadness filling her emerald eyes. My chest constricts as my thoughts are haunted by my fathers confession.

“The museum was alright but dinner was even better! We stopped at a food truck festival on the way home.” Mickey chimes.

“I tried a poke bowl!” Mason is vibrating with excitement.

“Really? Did you like it?” I ask him, surprised.

“It was amazing!” Mason cheered as he pushed his glasses up his nose.

“And we got something for you!” Mickey gestures to the bag in Ana’s hands.

“That was thoughtful of you.” I look at Ana as she hands me the bag, not meeting my gaze.

“It was their idea.” She murmurs looking down at the boys.

I look inside of the paper bag, Kung Pao… god it's my favorite. “I love Kung Pao. How did you know?”

“Just a lucky guess.” Her tone is even and neutral. Distant.

“Right.” I take a breath, clearing my throat and turning back to the boys.

“Why don’t you two wash your hands, then head into the kitchen for your special dessert?” The boy's eyes widened.

“On it!” They race toward the bathroom, leaving Ana and I alone in the hallway. Still avoiding my eyes, she breezes past me into the kitchen. I follow her slowly, watching the soft sway of her hips.

“Ana.” She stops in her tracks and I see her shoulders tense.

“Yes?” She slowly turns towards me.

“Thank you for dinner, for both me and the boys. I shouldn’t have backed out of my promise to have a special meal with them.” My apology comes out even and measured as I watch her carefully.

“No, you shouldn’t have.” She says matter of factly, her eyes finally rising to mine. She sighs softly. “And you’re welcome.”

“It really looks delicious.” I set the container on the counter, taking a big bite with a fork. My eyes are trained on hers and I can see her face soften.

“You’ve got a little…” She grabs a napkin, stepping up slowly and reaching up to wipe at my lip.

The smell of jasmine and Ana fill my senses as our breath mixes in the air between us.

“Oh…” I whisper in surprise at the intimate gesture.

“... All better.” She smiles softly up at me, her emerald eyes piercing. An electric charge lingering in the space between us.

The moment is broken when we hear the boys running towards us in the kitchen. She takes a step back, turning away from me.

“Dessert time!” Mickey cheers as he slides into the kitchen.

“What’re we having?” Mason shifts from foot to foot.

“I thought you’d like to make some s’mores…” I know they are your favorite.

“With the mega-big marshmallows?” Mickey’s eyes grow wide. God, I am going to miss these kids…

“Of course.” I match his smile and gesture towards the platter of s’mores supplies laid out on the counter.

“I’ll, uh, leave you three to it.” Ana says softly as she slowly backs out of the kitchen.

“Where are you going? You haven’t even had s'mores yet!” Mason turns to Ana.

“I don’t want to intrude on father-son bonding time with your last night together.” She smiles softly at Mason.

“You wouldn’t be intruding.” I say hopefully. Please stay…

“Still… you should have some privacy.” She holds my eyes for a moment longer before turning and walking out of the room. What have I done?

***

I am sitting in the dim lighting of my office. My fingers wrapped around a glass of Eagle Rare Bourbon as I gaze out of the window. My thoughts are a jumbled mess as I bring the tumbler to my lips. I hear the door open slowly and I glance over to see Ana enter quietly, clicking the door shut behind her.

“I thought I might see you again tonight.” I say as I turn my focus back towards the city lights outside.

“Sam, we need to talk about us.”

I can sense the sadness behind her words.

“Ana…” I sigh as I look at her with regret.

I see her shoulders tense as she balls her hands up into fists at her side. Red hot color rising on her cheeks.

“You owe me this, Sam. Don’t pretend like you don’t.” Anger drips from her every word.

I take a deep breath and give her a small nod, but I have no words. I get lost in my own thoughts again... You’re right… but I have no idea what to say to you. There is nothing I can do about this fucked up situation I put us in… I am so sorry that I dragged you into this mess. I am a selfish man that longs to be with you… but I have no control.

“We had sex last night, Sam.” Her voice cracks.

My chest tightens.

“I haven’t forgotten.” My eyes still trained on the city lights outside.

“It feels like you want to. In fact, it feels like you’re running halfway around the world because of it.”

My breathing gets shallow as she takes a step towards me, the anger rolling off of her in waves.

“You’re a lot of things, Sam, but I never took you for a coward.” Her voice laced with contempt as she stepped in front of me.

My eyes flick to hers as a new emotion bubbles to the surface: anger.

“A coward?” I whisper as I lift to my feet and we stand face-to-face.

“You heard me.” She tips her nose in the air. “You could have walked away last night.”

I can't help the humorless laugh that escapes my lips. How does she not understand that I cannot control myself around her?

“I wish that were true.” It would make my life a whole hell of a lot easier. God help me, I can’t resist you.I reach up and run my fingertips down her cheek, watching her shudder at my touch, but her expression remains guarded and angry.. “I’ve been trying to walk away from you since the moment we met. Yet somehow… I always end up back here.”

She steps back out of my reach, crossing her arms in front of her chest. My eyes scan down the length of her body.

“That’s not good enough, Sam.” Her eyes bore into mine.

God Dammit woman.

“Let’s get one thing straight here, Ana. The timing of this trip may seem suspicious to you, but I don’t want to go. I have to go.” I take a step toward her, narrowing my eyes. “And every time I look at you, it’s a reminder of what I’m leaving behind.”

Her eyes widen as her anger starts to slip. “Really? You aren’t relieved to have an escape?”

“No! This is so much worse.” I take a deep breath, trying to reign in my anger. My urge to control her and have her bare before me is making my cock twitch. I watch as Ana turns and steps to the window. The war inside of my head battles on before I finally give in. I step up behind her, running my nose along the sensitive skin below her ear before grabbing her hips and pulling her against me. I feel her body melt into mine. She turns to face me, and I place my hands on either side of her head, the cold glass a welcome reprieve from the heat coursing through my veins. I press my desire against her and I watch as her eyes darken.

“Sam, you should fire me now.” She whispers. “Neither one of us has the strength to resist. Stopping cold turkey is the only answer. You go to Italy, conquer the business world, marry Sofia. I’ll move out and find something else. We both walk away, hands clean. Well… as clean as they can be.”

I can see it in her eyes that she doesn’t believe the words she is saying, but it doesn't stop them from stinging my heart.

“My hands aren’t clean, Ana. How can they be, when I think about you every time I touch myself?” My eyes flick down to her plump, pink lips. “Or when I want to murder the next man who touches you?”

“Then what’s the endgame here? What do you want?” She pleads, her eyes shining in the dim light.

“I want you, dammit.” I confess.

She grabs the lapels of my suit and pulls me even closer to her curves,

“Prove it.” She challenges, her eyes dark.

She brings her lips to mine and our lips ignite into a frenzy of heat and frustration. I bring my arms around to her lower back and pull her hips snug to mine. A sudden feeling of regret passes through my mind and I pull back, a question in my eyes.

“Ana…” I warn.

“Don’t think. Just feel.” She purrs as she pushes my jacket off of my shoulders. She runs her fingernails across the back of my neck softly before pulling my lips down to hers again. I grab her hips, spinning her around and pinning her back against the cold glass of the window. She gasps at the sensation as I grab her wrists and pin them over her head. I use my free hand to roam the planes of her curves, her body igniting under my touch.

“Sam...” She moans as her eyes flutter shut.

I find the hem of her shirt and dive underneath, finding the lace of her bra, I run my fingers along the gentle curve of her breasts. Her chest heaving and pushing her perfect body into my eager hands.

“Has it really only been a day since I last touched you like this?” I whisper against her lips. “Already feels like a lifetime ago…”

She arches her back, pressing deeper into me as I let out an involuntary moan. God the things this woman does to me…

“Can you really go the rest of the summer without this?” I can feel her smile against my lips.

“I can’t even go the next five minutes without it.” I admit as my cock hardens uncomfortably in my pants.

I reach down and cup her ass, picking her up and carrying her to my desk. I sweep everything off of my desk and lay her down. Her emerald eyes dark with desire as she watches me remove every article of her clothing, throwing them haphazardly around the room. Her chest rises and falls, and her lips are swollen with our kisses. I kiss each piece of newly exposed flesh, the soft moans coming from her lips a sound of pleasure and surrender.

“God, I want to eat you up…” I say against her hip. She looks down at me and takes her bottom lip between her teeth.

“You’ve gotta earn that privilege.” A challenge in her eyes as she sits up and places her hands on my chest, pushing me away from her. Her nearly naked body glowing in the colored light from the Tiffany Lamp.

“Ana?” I ask.

“You’ve been a naughty boy, Sam.” She purrs. “And you know what that means, I’m going to tie you up.”

“Fuck.” I whisper and her words send another surge of heat and desire through me. I watch as she gracefully slides off of the desk, motioning for me to sit down in my chair.

“Wait. Undress first.” She leans in and skims her fingers across my chest, then tugs lightly on the flap of my shirt. “I don't want to have to deal with this later.”

You naughty, fucking minx.

I quickly strip off my clothes, my eyes never leaving hers as I take a seat in my chair, resting my arms on the armrests. I watch her carefully as she digs through a drawer in my desk, pulling two spare computer cords out. I watch as her steady hands tie my forearms and wrists to the chair. My eyes travel across her barely clothed body and I think of all the things I wish to do to her perfect ass.

She steps back, a look of pride flashing across her eyes.

“Aren’t you a sight?” She smiles as she looks at me hungrily.

“Ana…” I murmur.

I tried to move my arms, but she did a damn good job tying me down.

“This isn’t fair. I want to touch you.”

“Oh… You want to talk about not fair?” She clenches her jaw as she saunters up to me, the movement of her hips accentuated by the delicate fabric. “Everything that’s happened today hasn’t been fair.” Her eyes narrow at me as she leans towards me. She is careful not to touch me but I can feel the electricity crackling between us. Her perfect breasts are right in front of my face and I know she can feel my hot breath against them. “And now you’re being punished for it.” She stands up and gracefully hops back up onto my desk.

She leans back, spreading her legs wide open, revealing every single perfect inch of her perfect body to me. I watch her fingers slide down her curves until they come to rest between her legs, slipping underneath her panties to rub at her center.

Fuck me.

“Ohmygod…” I moan as my cock hardens more than I even thought possible. The throbbing is almost unbearable as I watch her fingers spread the moisture that is pooling in between her legs. Her head lulls back as moans escape her lips.

“Ohh, YES!” She cries out, her body tensing.

My eyes are trained on her perfect cunt as she worships it with her fingers. My breathing is growing labored as I think about all the things I want to do. Her hips are bucking as she nears her edge.

“Ana, please…. Let me touch you.” I beg, my voice husky. I can’t help but lick my lips as I think about her sweetness.

Her eyes open and her fingers slow as she considers me.

“I don't know… Have you been punished enough yet?” She smiles.

“No… but I can’t make it up to you properly unless you let me touch you. Please.” I am not above begging at this point.

She leans forward, and I watch her untie the cords from my wrists. As soon as I can tell that I am free, I reach up, grabbing her body and hauling it into mine. I bring my lips to hers and kiss her deeply, tasting her, reveling in the feel of our tongues together. I stand up, pressing her back down on the desk and I grab the delicate lace of her panties and push them down her thighs.

“I haven't been able to think about anything else all day…” I whisper against her lips. I can feel her smile. “You drive me to distraction even when you aren’t spread out in front of me…”

“And now?” She asks as she arches her back up off the desk.

I trace a delicate line up her bare legs, slowly teasing my way to her center.

“And now… I can barely control myself. I want to devour you.” I growl.

She leans back and spreads her legs wider.

I stand up and run my eyes slowly over every single piece of her exposed flesh, she blushes that delicious color.

The most beautiful thing I have ever fucking scene.

“Yes… I love seeing you open like this for me.” I murmur as my eyes scan her body over and over again, lingering on her exposed cunt.

I drop to my knees, and lower my mouth between her thighs as I lap up her pooling moisture. I watch as her eyes flutter closed, her eyelashes laying like fans across her cheeks. Her breathing intensities and her moans echo around the room. She calls out my name in ecstasy.

“If you want me to make this up to you properly, then you can’t come yet.” I challenge her. “Can you do that, Ana? Can you hold back until I tell you?” I punctuate my question with a devilish twirl of my tongue and she gasps.

“Yes! Sam… bring it on. I can take whatever you have to give. Don’t hold back.” She is panting and her perfect cunt is dripping for me. Her eyes find mine and I can see the challenge accepted. Good girl.

I trail kisses back to her center, dipping and tasting her pooling wetness. So fucking sweet. Her body shivers as I continue to flick my tongue against her. I reach down and grab my aching cock, running my hand up and down the throbbing shaft.

“Oh god… I’m gonna…” Her body starts to tense and my pumping increases.

“Already? I thought you said you could take it.” I say, my lips moving against her.

I feel her body tremble as she moans.

“Ohmygod, that feels… Sam, don’t stop.”

Never, beautiful. I will never stop doing this to you.

I groan out her name as the pleasure in my body nears the edge, my tongue continuing to flick at her exposed flesh. I call out her name as I find my release and I feel her body tense as she cries out mine. We ride out each other's orgasm, ecstasy blinding me.

Eventually her body sags against the desk, her breathing rapid. I stand up and wrap my arms around her body, bringing her tight to me as our breathing slows.

I untangle myself from her and we both stand and get dressed in a silence that is thick with tension.

The reality of what just happened hits me hard as I watch her button up her silk blouse.

Fuck. Again. No fucking control, Dalton, you total fuck up.

Without a word she moves towards the door, lingering with her hand on the door knob.

“Sam, I-”

“I’m sorry, Ana. I didn't mean to get so carried away. It won’t happen again.” I interrupt her, saying the only thing I can think of at this moment… words I regret as soon as they escape my lips.

I watch as confusion spreads across her face and she gives me a silent nod.

“My flight leaves early. I’ll be gone before you wake up…” I say softly.

“Oh. I see. I guess this is… goodbye.” She looks down at the floor, her fingers playing at the hem of her shirt. She wraps her arms around herself and slowly begins to slip out of the door.

“I shouldn’t have dragged you into this mess. You deserve so much better than me.”

My words halt her in her tracks. She looks over her shoulder at me, and I see her eyes shining.

“I can decide what I ‘deserve’ for myself.” She walks out of the room without another word, and I am left even more pissed with myself than I was this morning. I sit down at my desk and run my hands through my hair.

She’s right… you are being a coward. I am avoiding this shit storm I created for myself by running away…

I sip another glass of bourbon as I come to the only solution I can think of: postpone my trip to Italy, and even though it will probably bite me in the ass… Ana and the boys have to come with me. My stomach sours at the thought of Robin getting a hand on this before me… but I shove the thought aside.

That's it.

***

I nurse my second cup of coffee as I watch the sunrise through the windows. I hear soft footsteps walking down the hallway and I swallow my nerves. Ana rounds the corner and stops short when she sees me, a glimmer of hope and surprise flashing through her eyes.

“Sam?! What’re you going here? I heard you leave this morning…”

“I did a lot of thinking last night, but I didn’t come to a conclusion in time to cancel my car earlier.” I try to control my excitement.

“What conclusion?” She asks carefully.

“That you were right. I was being a coward and running away from my problems. I sent Robin ahead and postponed my meetings to next week so I could do this right. I’m turning this business trip into a family vacation for all of us.” Her face lit up.

“You mean…” A smile playing on her lips.

“Pack your bags, Ana. You’re coming with me to Italy.”

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