Page 11 of The Secret Stalker
“Soph, that was…” Rory whispers, his warm breath caressing my cheek.
“I know…” I say back, losing myself in his watery glazed eyes. “Why haven’t you done what you wanted to until now?”
“You had a boyfriend, I couldn’t have you. I couldn’t let you be anything but a paid service, as obnoxious as that sounds. Yet, I couldn’t stay away and I couldn’t stop wanting to have every job with you.”
I didn’t tell him I had a boyfriend, did I? But then again, somehow Mack knew.I think as I reply, “I don’t know what this means.”
“It means this is the beginning of our story if you’ll consider it. Let me take you out, on a date. No job, no booking, just me and you, getting to know each other.”
“That is breaking the rules,” I utter miserably, having never once considered or wanted to break the Clarendon’s rules. Butthen there was Mack, and he shouldn’t have been emailing me, so…
“Rules are made to be broken,” he says, his eyes imploring mine, begging me to agree. I feel him twitch inside of me, reminding me all over again what we just shared and how it made me feel. He’s making no move to withdraw and I don’t want him to.
“I-I, I don’t know what to say,” I confess, confused about what is happening and my feelings.
“If there were no rules, would you consider it?” he asks.
“I would.”
“Then fuck the rules. No one needs to know. Life is too short to walk away, I can feel it. Can you feel it too?”
“Yes, bu—” I begin to say but Rory cuts me off softly.
“No one needs to ever know. Give me one dinner, one chance, that’s all I’m asking, Sophie.” His cock twitches inside of me again which makes me smile.
“I feel like I’m being ganged up on by you and your cock.”
“We are both pleading with you to give us a chance, say yes.”
I look between his eyes and his mouth, wanting his lips on me once more. Surely that is a good sign? No one has asked me to go to dinner with them, no one has wanted to risk their membership and be kicked out. No one until Rory.
I reach my hand to travel the exposed curve up his neck, running my fingers through his curls and then I pull his head to claim his lips to mine and kiss my answer with every ounce of passion I feel beating in my heart and pounding through my body. I let my lips and my kiss and my body be the answer he is looking for. I feel him begin to swell inside of me and arch my chest up to meet his, wanting to feel every part of him. I feel Rory’s moan vibrate on my lips rather than hear it as he begins to move his body against mine, this time more fervent andurgent. This time he is not taking it slowly, his power and his passion are bubbling over, the energy in the room has changed and he is done being gentle. I raise my legs to wrap around his waist and run my nails down his back as he releases my mouth, his eyes are wild as he looks down on me and then he lowers his mouth to graze his teeth along my neck. The nips of his teeth send a shiver all the way down to my clit and I know I am a pain slut for this man.
Rory pounds into me, his teeth scraping the pillar of my neck, making me scream in sensitivity and delight, digging my nails into his skin. I know I’m leaving half moons but I want to leave a piece of me on his skin like his teeth are doing to mine. Rory’s rhythm escalates along with my unfathomable third orgasm, building us higher, ploughing into me deeper. When he opens his jaw and bites down on my neck, I tip over the line of pleasure and into the realm of insanity as he breaks my skin and I scream his name, “Roryyyyyyy,” my nails scraping down his back as he finds his release and empties into me.
I watch in a blurry climactic haze as he lifts his head to look down at me, raw and choked up. He pulls out of me with a gush of liquid following and collapses to the side of me. Not wasting a second, he slides an arm towards me and tugs me into his side. Breathing hard, he turns his head and says over mine, “I want to do that every time I ask you to dinner.”
I can’t help but giggle as I curl around his body, letting a strange peace settle over me. I close my eyes and drift away to a sleep I never take on a job. Some time later my body jolts me awake and I blink wondering where I am and what just happened. I feel Rory’s arm hold me to his warm body and I realise I just took a nap on his chest. “I fell asleep?” I mutter the question.
“You did, Sweetheart,” Rory answers, sounding pleased.
“How, why, how long?” I splutter incoherently. If I wasn’tbreaking the rules agreeing to go to dinner with Rory, I sure as hell am flouting them by staying too long and nappingOn The Job.
“It’s only been an hour. Shhh, rest, your body needs it.”
“An hour?” I jolt, moving so I can look up at him. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know how I let that happen.”
“I’m glad you did. I don’t want this time to end.”
“Oh no! Zee. What time is it?” Rory looks to his left and I follow his gaze to see a digital alarm clock, the time blinking back at us is 7:03pm, an hour after I should have been downstairs.
“Shit, my driver, he’s going to be worried sick. I had better go.”
“Sure, of course. Dinner? Saturday? Leave me your number?” I stroke my thumb down the side of his face.
“Sounds perfect. Somewhere secret where no one will see us.” I turn and stand up from the bed, a warm liquid running down my leg.
Rory sits up and sees where I am looking as he says, “I want to push that straight back into you Sophie, I want you to keep a piece of me inside you.”
