Addison reached up eagerly, took his bearded cheeks in her palms and touched his face for the first time, letting her sensitive fingers slide along his strong jaw. She marvelled at the chiseled bone structure and wondered briefly how he wasn’t constantly surrounded by admiring women with his incredible body and masculine face.
Probably because he’s such a homicidal asshole, she thought, arching up to press her lips tentatively against his.
The incredible chemistry that drove them flared immediately to life, sparking between them. Addison explored his lips for as long as he let her and then urged him to open his mouth and sank into the depths. She realized if they hadn’t just had sex earlier, he probably wouldn’t be letting her do this.
Daniel allowed her tentative licks for a few moments longer until, with a growl, he hooked an arm around her waist, hauled her close and deepened the kiss. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, sweeping it into the hot recesses and stealing the darkness within. He thrust his hips into the cradle of her thighs, mimicking the movement of her tongue.
Addison reached down between them and touched the front of his jeans, tracing the tight, hot ridge that strained against the fabric. With a moan she reached for his belt, but her fingers fumbled. He pushed her back and reached down to do it himself, freeing his erection with one hand. She reached out to touch him, wanting to feel his length for herself, but he shoved her hand aside.
Daniel reached out and grabbed Addison by the hips and pulled her toward him. Without preliminaries he caged her beneath him and thrust full length within her. Addison moaned and brought her knees up to ease the entry. She couldn’t believe that even after having sex once already and with their combined fluids, it would still be a tight fit. Oh, but it felt so damn good!
She arched up to meet each thrust. She reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, but he took hold of her wrists in one hand and held them over her head against the mattress. She was forced to lay helpless as he savagely thrust into her body, over and over, taking her higher with each thrust. She could feel another big orgasm building, even though only minutes ago she would have sworn she wasn’t capable of orgasming anymore.
“Oh my god, Daniel!” she yelled.
He dropped his head down to hers and inhaled her scent while continuing to drive into her. She arched up against him and screamed as she felt his penis flare wider within her pussy. He reached down between their bodies and stroked her clit softly, with just enough pressure to send her over the edge, driving her into orgasm at the same time as him. Though her mind soared into beautiful, wonderful orgasmic flight, she had a brief thought to spare about the talent of a man that makes a woman orgasm at the same damn time as him.
After they finished, Addison knew better than to say anything. She curled onto her side with her fluffy quilt, which was now going to need a thorough cleaning, tucked protectively against her body. She listened silently as Daniel redressed. She thought he was going to leave without speaking to her, but he paused in the doorway.
“I’ll be back tonight. Be here, Addison,” he said quietly.
She lay with her back to him without speaking. She realized after a moment that he expected a response. Finally, she said, “What if I’m not?”
She was actually more curious than rebellious. She wanted to know what a man like Daniel would do if the woman he was having sex with took off on him. He played by his own rules. She desperately wished she could get her hands on that rule book.
“If you take off again, this spanking will look like child’s play.”
Addison shivered.
She heard the door of her apartment close and the deadbolt slide as he locked it behind him.
Chapter Eleven
Addison didn’t run from Daniel that evening, or any other that week. Curiosity, pride and the raging libido he’d stoked within her kept her home. She decided to go through the motions of her usual routine and see what would happen. Oddly, she never questioned if he showed up, only when. There was nothing about Daniel that seemed unreliable. Unstable, yes. Unreliable, no.
She was somewhat distracted at work each day as she looked forward to getting home, which luckily went unnoticed since she was largely off the hook on instrumentals. On Wednesday, she was teamed up with Maestro and Erica on orchestra seating for the upcoming performance in six weeks time while each section worked on their pieces.
“Of course my First Chair, along with the rest of the cellos and violins must be left stage, as always. Mark it down, Erica,” Maestro announced.
Addison nodded absently.
“But Maestro, won’t she sound better centre stage? Isn’t that where the star of the show should be seated?” Erica complained on Addison’s behalf.
Addison rolled her eyes and saved her breath on an explanation about the intricacies of sound and harmony that would be lost on Erica. For about the millionth time she wondered how Erica got her job. She excused herself for a moment and made her way downstage toward the violins to sit next to Mikhail. She leaned her head on his shoulder and pouted. He obliged her by setting his instrument down to pat her head.
“Erica thinks I should sit centre stage for the performance,” Addison told him with a heavy sigh.
He chuckled and said in his thick accent, “Erica also thinks the flutists should wear spandex and prance down the aisle. Maestro Charles will sort it out like he always does.”
She nodded.
“Do you want to play?”
Addison nodded and reached to take his instrument. She’d learned to play several instruments at a young age, though her heart had ultimately settled on the cello. The violin felt small and foreign in her hands. She stood with it, finding it less awkward for her to play the violin standing than sitting. She placed it beneath her chin and called up the sheet music in her head. She would have to play the cello part because she hadn’t memorized the violin part, but she was only goofing around anyway.
Tapping her foot to catch a rhythm she launched into the classical chorus with gusto, playing with heart and talent if not her usual perfection. The other instruments fell silent as the musicians enjoyed the rare treat of Addison Sterling playing a violin. Gradually, she realized she had an audience and she graciously played for them, launching into the classic rock song Paint It Black. They laughed and clapped along. She finished on a high note and laughingly handed Mikhail back his instrument.
“Back to work!” she announced. “Before I get fired for inciting a revolution.”
