Ambition: A Dark Billionaire Romance Anthology (34 page)

T
he night
after the opening of the first of the community centers, Patrick and I were engaging in some private celebration. We were above the MJT offices, inside the strike base that resided on the fourth floor of the building. "You know, Mark would be annoyed if he caught us up here," Patrick chuckled as he poured me another glass of Castello Banfi Chianti Superiore. "Remind me to make sure we clean up before we go."

"Well, it just felt right, considering he just gave us the codes to this place today as a thank you for everything," I replied. We were about halfway through the bottle, a special gift from Vanessa. I hadn't taken her last name to imply Italian heritage, but she swore there was some in there. It was a touching gift, especially since she gave it before I promoted her to executive secretary of all the community centers. She would still be out of the spotlight, and still working for me, but able to apply her strengths more than she ever had before. I was glad she'd accepted the job.

I took a sip of my wine and chuckled at Patrick's comment about Mark. "I love the man, but his avoidance of alcohol all the time is sometimes frustrating. It's not even that he looks down on us if we did have it at home, but, well, you know how he is. He's just such an example to live up to, it's both inspiring and frustrating."

"I know," Patrick said, thinking about how living up to Mark's example was sometimes so damn difficult. If it wasn't for how much he'd seen us interact, he would have been jealous of Mark. A lot of lesser men than Patrick would have regardless. "So are you excited about tomorrow?"

I shook my head. "After all the stress of getting the centers open, giving up the in-house gym to move it all over to the outbuilding is nothing. And yeah, it'll be a bit tight while they get the wings started, but in the end, it's going to be awesome."

"Speaking about the centers opening," Patrick said as he sipped at his glass, "you looked amazing today. The Spartan girls were there in their sideline skimpy uniforms, and I don't think anyone looked at them once after you took the podium. How'd you pull it off?"

I blushed and took another sip of my wine. "I just imagined dressing up for you. After that, the choices were easy."

Patrick set his wine aside and leaned in, his lips brushing against mine. We were sitting on the floor, since the room didn't have any sort of decent table for two people. I was kind of reclining on my side, while Patrick had been sitting cross legged. "You're the greatest thing to ever happen to me," he whispered as we parted lips. "Are you sure about the campaign?"

I nodded and set my glass aside. "I love you, I know you're great for the job, and Joe thinks so too. Besides, it's not the big chair yet, just Deputy Mayor. And it'll keep whoever takes over for Joe honest."

Patrick nodded, then sighed. "But I won't be able to go out on patrol as much. The Deputy Mayor has a lot more duties than the junior member of the city council."

I laughed and kissed him again, tracing my tongue along his lips, lingering on the aftertaste of the rich wine. I licked the last little droplet off and traced his jaw with my fingertips. "You know, there are other duties that I want you to have too," I said. "You can't neglect your husbandly duties."

"Speaking of which," Patrick said, stretching out and rubbing his hand over my arm, "did you do the test like you said?"

"Mmmm-hmmm," I replied, smiling. It had taken every bit of self control I had not to spill the beans early, but I wanted Patrick to ask, and I wanted him to be the first to know. "Congratulations, Daddy."

The expression that washed over his face was worth the wait, although I knew Sophie would need some convincing as to why I hadn't told her first. I love her, but Patrick did deserve to know first. Focusing on the man I would soon marry, I leaned in and kissed him again, pushing him lightly onto his back. "So you know what that means, of course."

"What?" he asked as he rolled over. I threw a leg over him, swiftly mounting him, even though he was still dressed in his suit pants and dress shirt. He'd actually gotten dressed up for the ribbon cutting ceremony, wearing the custom tailored Brooks Brothers suit I'd convinced him to purchase for political purposes. Although with what I had in mind, his new suit would need at least a dry cleaning if not a replacement by the time we were done that evening.

"It means, silly man, that you're going to have to make an honest woman out of me and marry me soon," I replied as my fingers worked at the buttons on his shirt. "After all, shotgun weddings don't go over well with the voting public."

"Wedding? For sure. Honest? Tabby my love, neither of us are ever going to be all that honest," Patrick laughed. He brought his right hand up to cup my breast through my own dress shirt, stroking with his thumb over the silk. I groaned as he found my nipple through my thin shirt and bra, teasing it until it was hard and poking out even through the two layers of fabric.

"Your lips better be able to finish what your fingers are starting," I growled, feeling warm pulses radiate through my body from my nipple before gathering between my legs. I had changed out of my work skirt into a pair of casual shorts that I kept in the office in a backpack in case I couldn't get home early and wanted to grab a workout downstairs, and was happily rubbing myself back and forth across the large, hard bulge that was growing between his legs.

I kept unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it aside when I finally reached the end, exposing his hard, muscular body. I traced the gryphon over his right side with a fingernail, grinning as he shuddered from the sensation. "You know, I was thinking, I'd like a gryphon myself," I murmured. "Maybe on my back? Or perhaps over my heart?"

"You don't need one, but if you want," Patrick said, bringing his left hand up to start working the buttons on my shirt. "I know where your heart is."

I leaned down and kissed him, ignoring my shirt as I pressed myself against the man I loved. He was right. I didn't need any ink to prove to myself or to him who my heart belonged to. I loved him, that was all that was needed. Patrick reached down and cupped my ass through my shorts, squeezing the soft skin and muscle while at the same time our lips danced and dueled with each other. He was raging hard inside his pants, lifting his hips and rubbing against me even though we were both wearing clothes still.

"Wait," I whispered, breaking our kiss. "Let's get these clothes off."

There's an art to undressing for a lover. So many people just tear their clothes off, like it was some sort of race to see who could expose their skin fastest. Maybe its just over anticipation of the actual sex, but for Patrick and I, we had months of learning how to entice and please each other without even making physical contact. We took our time, each bit of exposed skin coming after careful positioning and movements. We never got off our knees, yet we performed for each other. Patrick's movements were sinuous, showing each sexy swell of muscle while at the same time not posing. He wasn't a bodybuilder, but an Adonis, a perfectly put together man who displayed himself for the express purpose of pleasing me.

I reciprocated, swaying my hips as I unbuttoned my shirt the rest of the way and shrugged it off, giving him a little tease of my bra before working my shorts down. I was wearing just my panties, and I knew he loved my ass so I turned to the side, getting down on all fours to work my shorts down and off, my back arching as I threw my hair back, letting him see the waves of my natural auburn. I had never felt sexier than when I was with him, because it was real, no play, no tease. Well, okay, there was a lot of tease, but it was for him that I did it. It was foreplay and fun combined, which is the best type.

Next to go were my panties and bra, lifting my toes up to hand Patrick my thong. I lay back, my knees spread, my heels pulled high up to my hips. I felt not so much sexy as sexual, if you can grasp the difference, and from the look in Patrick's eyes, it made me more aroused. I could feel my pussy, slick and heavy with need, pulsing with my heartbeat as he finished taking off his own clothes, pushing his pants down before kicking them off. He even somehow pulled off the impossible task of taking full length pants off look sexy. All I knew was that in the dim light of the room, he was everything I'd ever need.

Laying back, I pulled Patrick on top of me, wrapping my legs around him as his lips found my neck, kissing and tasting my skin. Each movement of his body against me gave unexplainable pleasure as he let enough of his weight settle onto me that I was held still, unable to resist his strength or his desire, but at the same time light enough that it wasn't stifling at all. I couldn't move, but I didn't want to. My nipples rubbed against the light hair on his chest, lightning sensations sheeting through my body. I could feel his cock teasing at my entrance, and I ached to feel him slip inside me, but not yet.

Patrick kissed down my body to taste my breasts, sliding off to the side enough that I felt a moment of chill before his hand cupped my pussy, a strong, nimble finger tracing through my folds. I couldn't help it, my hips lifted up, impaling myself on his digit, not able to hold back any longer. "Patrick....."

"I know. I love you too," he whispered around my breast, sliding his finger in deeper. Pumping his finger in and out, he let go of my breast to encourage me to sit up, keeping his finger inside me. Curious to his idea, I did, and he slid behind me, holding me with his free arm.

"I wanted you from the first moment I saw you," he whispered in my ear as his finger slipped deeper. He added another finger, filling me more, and I leaned back against his chest, thrilled as I felt the thick heat of his cock push against my low back. "Remember, at that first press conference? You were so beautiful, so amazing, I wanted you right there and then. When I found out you were even more perfect than I[d first thought, I was in love by the end of our first date. Now, you're mine, and I'm never going to give you up. I'm going to stay by you, protect and cherish and take care of you. I'm going to rest my head in your lap when I'm tired, I'm going to hold your hand as we walk in the sunset, and I swear, I'll be there for the rest of your life. I love you Tabby."

Patrick brought his other hand up, cupping my breast as his lips found my neck again. I lost myself in his caresses, his fingers and lips combining to bring me to a blissful state that felt like it would go on forever. My pussy twitched in warning, and I shook my head. "No.... I want you inside me first."

Patrick nodded, leaning back onto the floor while I pulled my legs up. Holding me effortlessly in his arms, he lifted me up and onto his cock, filling me with a single bold thrust, driving the breath out of me it felt so good. I spread my knees to let them rest on either side of his hips, riding him cowgirl style. Looking back over my shoulder, I smiled down at him, catching my breath. "Like the view?"

"Nothing better in the world," he replied, reaching down and lightly spanking my right butt cheek. "You know, we never have tried spanking."

"Next time, I'll wear a schoolgirl skirt," I promised him with a saucy grin. I slid my hips back and forth slightly, both of us shivering from the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me. "Maybe some pigtails?"

"Keep it up, I'm going to be coming way too soon," Patrick promised me, both of us laughing. Nodding, I turned my head back, letting my mind focus on the feeling of Patrick's cock inside me. I lifted myself, impaling myself over and over again on him, his thick hardness stretching and filling me. I was so close, but I wanted him with me, to come at the same time I did, it was difficult. If I squeezed down like I wanted, I was nearly ready to come, but if I didn't, the fire built inside me anyway.

Patrick's hands found my waist and he pulled me back, again laying on top of him. "Shhh," he whispered in my ear as I groaned and grunted in frustration. "You come as often as you want. I'll be right here the whole time."

Reaching around me, his fingers found my clit, rubbing it while his other arm pulled my legs up to my chest. Underneath me he thrust, pounding me from beneath while my clit danced to his strokes. Within seconds I was groaning, my body awash with the relaxing heat of my first orgasm, Patrick holding me tight against him as I trembled and squeezed around him. "That's it," he said quietly. "I've got you."

When the sensation settled, I squirmed, wanting to turn over. Patrick let go and I quickly dismounted for only a moment before laying on my back. Of all the positions we could have, this one, the supposedly boring missionary, was what I needed. I wanted to feel myself beneath him, submitting to him and seeing his face as he and I came again.

Even though he had just filled me seconds before, Patrick's cock again was pushing inside me, our eyes focused on each other. I gave myself fully to him, my body his as he plunged into me over and over, his body flexing and powerful. Our moans faded as our hearts sped up, sweat stinging my eyes and glittering on Patrick's forehead like diamonds. His pale skin flushed, his green eyes burning with love and desire, the only sounds in the room being the harsh gasp of our breath and the slap of his hips against me. He pounded into me, filling me over and over, hard and fast.

Patrick's breath rasped as he tried to form words, and I knew what was rushing up on him. I was close too and I could only smile, my hands clutching at his back, my fingers hooking into claws as my body clenched around him. With the sensations Patrick caused in me, I'm sure he was happy I kept my fingernails relatively short. He had enough scratches from his training he didn't need more from sex.

The breath caught in my throat, my body already starting to convulse with my next orgasm. It was going to be big, and I was glad that Patrick was the man he was. I could see the slightest tremor at the corner of his sensuous mouth, and his own orgasm started, rolling through him until his cock exploded inside me. The feeling of him sent me over the edge, reality washing away as I held onto my rock, my Patrick.