Thou has not loved.
Of if thou has't not sat as I do now,
Wearying they hearer in thy mistress's praise,
Thou has not loved.
Of if thou hast not broke from company
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,
Thou has not loved.
Her fingers slid through his thick hair, his mouth currently traveling from one breast to the other, the backless sundress having been an excellent choice since she couldn't wear a bra with it. When his teeth delicately bit one nipple as his tongue teased its tip, Lauren moaned. Yes, this was her favorite dress. Ever.
"Beautiful," she finally gasped, "you're so beautiful. This is perfect. So perfect." When he slid lower and his warm hands spread her thighs, Lauren tried to force her brain cells back together. "T-Thomas? We shouldn't-"
"No one will see us, darling," his dark head rose and he gave her a diabolical smile, "do you want your Sir to wipe away those ugly memories from last night?" He was very gently nibbling on the thin skin of her inner thigh, and Lauren's toes twitched, feeling her nerve endings spike under his teeth. The vibration of his chuckle against her center made her back arch. "Here we are, in the most perfect spot in England, and I haveneverwanted you more, little girl." He was actuallygrowlingnow, and Lauren's hands flew to her hair, almost yanking the blonde curls out by the roots to keep from screaming in anticipation…
…And after, her favorite even more than coming together, was when he praised her for being his good, good girl and caring for her tenderly as he re-dressed her and carried her to the car, her face buried in his neck and not even seeing Chuck and Aimes carefully looking in the other direction.
Chapter 17 – There’s so Much More at Stake Than Just You, Dear
In which Lauren discovers sex with Thomas is totally worth walking with a limp. Also, that she might have a backbone. Which comes as a surprise to both her and someone extremely unpleasant.
If Lauren had been a cartoon character, little heart emojis would have been following her for the next week. Thomas could not have been more charming, and even though the girl felt like she was walking bowlegged after days of glorious sex, it was worth the awkward gait to take the sure off her sore girl parts. Not that she limped in front of Thomas, of course. She had some dignity after all. So, she didn't catch her spouse watching her hobble to the bathroom one morning after a particularly acrobatic night, a fond smile on his face and a vague sense of irritation that his dick was getting hard again, just watching the effect his more prized possession had had on his wife. But Lauren had been so very, very good. So flexible. And willing. With a growl, he pulled off his running gear and followed his darling into the shower.
But as it inevitably does, Real Life and Organized Crime made their unwelcome appearance.
Lauren was just carefully putting her cello in its indestructible case as Macie walked over, not actually looking in her old friend's direction but sort of angling by her.
"Hey."
Looking up, startled, Lauren froze to see Macie gazing just over her head. "Hi, Macie," she said cautiously, "your section sounded amazing on theBrandenburg Concerto No. 2,are you all meeting up separately from the regular practice?"
"We've practiced in the quartet," the girl said a little sharply, but when her gaze briefly met Lauren's there was hurt in her brown eyes.
Lauren nodded, looking down. "Oh. Well... it sounded good." If she'd been looking up, she would have seen Macie's mouth open again, a hopeful expression that was instantly silenced by the cool voice of Chuck behind her.
"Miss Lauren, Mr. Williams has asked you to ring him, please."
Macie snorted. "Your master calls..." and walked away.
Biting the corner of her lip to keep from snapping at her former best friend, Lauren could taste the coppery feel of blood in her mouth. Biting her lip- literally- was becoming more and more of a habit. Then she raised her phone to her ear and the cool, sonorous voice of her husband soothed her instantly.
"Darling."
Gritting her teeth against a giggle, Lauren managed some dignity. "Hi, Thomas, Chuck said you needed me?" She groaned internally at his unfairly carnal chuckle.
"Well, yes little one, I always seem to need you these days..." he paused for a moment and she was humiliated to hear a faint whimper escape her clenched jaw. Thomas heard it, of course. "Oh, sweet girl, are you needing your Sir as well?"
"Please," Lauren groaned, "you know I can't keep a straight face when you talk to me like that. Everyone in this orchestra already thinks I'm nuts!"
He chuckled again, the low rumble feeling like it was vibrating straight up her spine. "Well then why don't you come by the office, and I shall, ah, talk to you like this in person."
"What- really?" The girl was genuinely startled. She'd never been by the tall, ominous granite office building that housed Jaguar Holdings in downtown London since her second, disastrous meeting and her father's messy gunshot wound. Thomas had never suggested her visiting him there again. "Um, sure. What are we doing?"
Daaamn, that Voice... "What do you mean, my lovely bride?" She could picture him, sitting at some big, expensive desk and looking out an improbably huge window as he purred into the phone.
