My Expectation (My Escort Series Book 3) (2 page)

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ou looked so awkward holding her,” I said as I placed my bag down on the kitchen counter. I looked over my shoulder as Damon locked the door behind us. The size of the apartment still took my breath away. I felt lucky that I lived with a man who was as tidy and pedantic about order as I was. His home was presented as he would himself, flawless. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, pinning my waist to the counter. He whispered in my ear from behind, which came out more as a savage growl.

              “Clover Granture, sometimes you are asking to be punished,” he breathed deeply. I tried to twist to look at him but he was adamant in this position. I trailed my hand up his long sleeve feeling my body radiate with heat all over. I hated to admit it, but I loved it when he became dominant like this.

              “I never asked for such a thing,” I murmured in a playful tone. Damon and I didn’t often have time for this anymore. It’s not that we put our careers first but we were very accommodating and understanding of one another’s positions. He kissed my neck and trailed over my shoulder to the lining of my dress. I almost buckled with anticipation.

              “I think you did,” he growled. He spun me around and threw me over his shoulder effortlessly. I banged on his back in laughter still surprised that he could lift my weight so easily.

              “Put me down you caveman,” I yelled in laughter. He roughly placed me on the three-seater sofa and looked over me hungrily.

              “If it’s a caveman you want Clover, it’s a caveman you will get,” he smiled cockily. His knee rested between my two as he leant down to kiss me. He was rough and I returned the fierceness. It had been a while since we had been like this. It felt like we were both built up and wired from the wait. I pulled his shirt over his face while giving him passionate kisses. I was near savage myself. I admired his well chiseled muscle and naked frame for a moment before I pulled him down on top of me.

              He fiddled with the back of my dress pulling down the zipper. He unhooked my bra just as quickly and placed his cold hands over my breast. He began massaging them as he began kissing the tops of them.

              “I missed these,” he said through heated breaths. He looked at me endearingly as he pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. “I’ve missed you.”

              “I’ve missed you too,” I said, sweetly returning the genuine kiss. Within seconds, his tongue was leading mine and I was arching myself into him. My body wanted more, it craved for Damon’s touch. His hand slipped beneath my dress and his cool hand glided up my inner thigh. I had to hold onto him, I had to be pleasing him as much as he was pleasing me.

              I fumbled for his belt pulling it off and throwing it to the floor.

              “You’re savage,” he whispered as his fingers edged closer to the part of me that heated most for him. He dipped his fingers in, making me moan at the long anticipated wait. I fumbled to grasp onto him, needing more. My fingers edged over his hard shaft and I couldn’t settle for only the two fingers he dipped inside me. I got onto my knees looking down on him as I arched myself over and pinned him on his back.

              I removed his pants completely, admiring his shaft that I so exotically wanted. How long had it been? He seemed surprised by my force but a cocky smile played at his lips. I leant down again kissing him as passionately as my body ached for him. I hovered myself over him, positioning myself over his thickness and pushing myself onto him.

              It was like a spring of ecstasy. Although slightly painful at the start, my body engulfed him and on a high of pure bliss. Only Damon and I with passionate kisses and heat swirled around us. I played with him for a while, enjoying the slow pace as I adjusted to his size. I couldn’t help but kiss him as he was thrusting his own rhythm which matched my own.

              I moaned at his size and the speed which was to follow. He pressed passionate kisses trailing down my neck as he cupped my breasts, and tugged slightly at my nipples. I shakily moaned his name feeling completely at bliss as he began to rub my clit. My nails trailed over his chiseled arms as I demanded more of his pace and girth.

              He grabbed under my thighs and lifted me, gently placing me onto my back. He slammed into me making me squeal his name out triumphantly. I was completely his in every way. Naked and exposed to only this man that I loved. I tried to grip onto the leather that was beneath me but quickly gave up as my knees wrapped around Damon’s back and enjoyed the ride.

              A wave of bliss pulsed over me and I throbbed harshly for Damon. His pounding was rhythmic to my heart as he continued to pound into me. I rode that wave for so long. Time passed and it was only him I could focus on. The time around us passed by, but only he and I in this very moment mattered.

              No longer able to hold off, I gripped him tightly, the pleasure had become too great and my body was caving into him. At the same time that my body gave into the pleasure, I breathed his name into his ear. Damon gave in as well.

              Still poised over me, he pressed kisses down my cheek gently and titled my chin slightly. He pressed a sensual kiss to my lips and looked at me endearingly.

              “I’m sorry to have made you wait so long,” he said earnestly. He pressed another kiss to me.

              “You’re lucky you are worth holding out for,” I teased. I pulled him down to my lips again for a passionate kiss. He arched an eyebrow in challenge.

              “By the sound of that orgasm I don’t think you were holding out for too long,” he mused. I slapped him on the chest playfully.

              “Oh is that what you thought that was? I don’t recall such a thing,” I teased. I looked away childishly in amusement. He growled at my response.

              “Well if that’s the case, then I am going to have to work harder,” he said. He shifted his weight and drifted his head with kisses down my stomach and between my legs.

              “No, no, no. . .” I arched into him as he tasted me, still sensitive. And yet my body purred, wanting more. It had been some time since we could be like this and my body couldn’t help but crave for the man I loved. I didn’t mind being all that spoiled when we could spare the time.

I
woke that morning and Damon was already gone. There was always a longing I felt when he went to work before me, wishing for a day where we might be able to have a day in bed. Instead of pitying myself, I did a forty-five minute cardio workout and began cooking myself a light breakfast. After four bites I was done with the scrambled eggs and toast. I didn’t like wasting food but some morning’s I simply didn’t have the appetite for it.

              Pudding however, was a fatty like always. He meowed at me loudly rubbing against my legs impatient for his food. I emptied his can of food and watched him devour it within seconds. Much to my surprise Pudding took the move very well, it was simply a larger kingdom for him to claim.

              It was routine now. Something I didn’t mind. I was now at my dream job, with the man that I loved, and less pressure than my previous role. Debra Coorman truly was the boss from hell. Without her added pressure I only had to focus on my own deadlines and self-expectations.

              As I paid the cab driver and began to walk into the stunning building of Be True magazine my phone began to vibrate. I awkwardly pulled it from my clutch as I balanced my laptop bag and purse.

              “Clover speaking,” I said fixing the strap of my laptop bag.

              “Hey Clover, its Juliet.” Juliet was a fellow columnist. Although in different departments, we offered one another ideas and suggestions and were both well known for our articles that contributed to the magazine. She was the main columnist for the Relationship and Sex section. I had to admit, I learnt a few things from her that I decided to apply to the bedroom, which Damon happily enjoyed.

              “Hey, is everything okay?” I asked as I walked into the building where it was much cooler. She sounded slightly panicked.

              “Hey, I am sorry to ask this of you but I was unsure of who else to ask,” she began.

              “Anything, just let me know what’s wrong and how I can help,” I said greeting the front receptionists.

              “I have an interview with Lila Spouse, she is a new and popular psychologist in Manhattan. The problem is my flight has been delayed in Los Angeles because of the weather down here and I am not going to make it in time. I’d ask for a reshuffle, but it was hard enough to pin her down for that time slot today.”

              “What about Tina?” I asked, thinking of the second columnist in that department. Damon had also recently advertised for a second travel columnist so I could do some local destinations as well to help with my jetlag. I loved my job but I didn’t mind staying in one place for a month or two at a time. Most sections had a secondary or even third columnist to help with the volume of the printed magazine and smaller online articles. 

              “She’s on holiday until next Monday. I swear I already have the questions. If you could just interview her and take notes for me, I would be so grateful.” I could just imagine her holding her hands together tightly as she always did when begging me for something. I waited outside the elevator door before stepping in and our phone conversation being interrupted by bad reception. My own deadlines were approaching but most of my work was already complete. I looked over the receptionist and at the large clock behind their desk. It was still early. Most staff here didn’t flood in until another hour. “Please Clover.”

              I let out a small sigh with a smile. “I can do that, just email it through and let me know what time she will be in. I will email through the notes straight after so you can start on the piece then.”

             
“Thank you so much!” She beamed. “And please don’t forget to-”

              “Get a photo or two. I got it,” I mused. I had covered for her twice before. She was still young in some sense. I was lenient on her however because she put so much forward for the magazine. She always made sure the job was done.

              “You are the best Clover. Thank you so much! Okay I will send them through now,” she said as quickly as she hung up. I placed the phone back in my purse with a smile as I stepped into the elevator. I hit my floor number and waited patiently for the doors to close. As the elevator jolted my stomach felt as if it dropped. I pressed my fingers to my lips at the ill feeling that shot through me. I took an easy breath smiling at my own pale reflection. Perhaps I should’ve eaten my entire meal. I slightly amused myself feeling as if I were in my university years again, where I hardly ate and only studied. Well to be more precise, I mostly drank alongside Hayden.

              I found it at times lonely when he went back to Ithaca for his own business. He was only in the office now and then. I usually forced him to do errands for me and deliver things to my mother and sister, Megan. He made a comment last time about not minding that I had forced him into being an errand boy. He even tried to say that Megan abused him in the same sense because he came back with items for me every time. The worst was when she forced him to bring back a casserole dish of my mother’s home cooking.

              I often wondered if anything had happened between my sister and him, although I had once put a ban on him trying anything on my sister, I realized that after all these years somethings are inevitable. Despite him denying that there was anything there, I questioned. My sister wore the same poker face that he did as well. It was ironic that they seemed perfect for one another in every way.

              As always I was the first to arrive. The office hardly ever changed except with the promotional posters and cut-outs of the current month’s edition. I walked around the receptionist table and around the few lounges for guests which were there. I walked to the furthest door in the corner which was my office. I opened the door and switched the light on. Like always, I walked around my wooden desk and placed my laptop bag on the table. I looked through the clear windows with admiration for the busy lifestyle of Manhattan. I thrived from having the moment to myself and enjoying the view.

              Only moments later I had made myself coffee and was typing busily away at my desk planning my next trip. This trip wouldn’t be published until another four editions. I had already submitted a few which had been pre-approved unless something more timely and relevant to the season came. Even then these were always used for online pieces.

              Before I knew it most of my colleagues had arrived and were greeting me. I was apprehensive at first about my relationship with Damon being open to the public. I didn’t want anyone to deny my hard work and thought that because I was dating Damon Brogardt some would insinuate that was how I got my job. Much to my surprise no one questioned it nor did they treat me differently. At work Damon and I were professional, even at functions that I attended with him I felt at ease. It was a completely different atmosphere to the one at Candice and Clive to which I was so used to.

              I looked at the clock and printed off Juliet’s questions. I made myself acquainted with the point of the article and what angle she was trying to pitch. The questions were basic but with the right answer it would be a very in depth article. Simply it was questioning the allure of mystery men and if too much mystery was an issue. It sounded to me like women were insecure in their relationships with such a man and that came down to trust, but I was intrigued with what advise Lila Spouse had. There were some more in depth questions and plenty of time and room for me to freely ask extras if I felt they would benefit Juliet’s article. At the bottom of her notes she had ‘Thank you so much’ with a smiley written.

              I smiled at her youthfulness and hit print making my way over to the printer. I checked the batteries in my voice recorder and tidied my desk. Not that much had to be cleaned. Although a columnist and previous journalist, I couldn’t shake that slight nervous feeling of touching a topic which I hadn’t yet before. It was rather exciting and I looked forward to meeting and interviewing Lila Spouse.