Winner Takes All (A Full Length Erotic Romance Novel) (17 page)

“Ride me,” he demanded.

She balanced her hands on his shoulders then began to move her
hips. A slow, graceful ride. He drew in his breath in a sharp hiss, his hands
gripping her ass again but he didn’t guide her movements, just held on as she
rode his hard cock, rocking her hips in a slow and even motion that sent
ripples of bliss through her. The wind brushed over her back, the sun burned
her skin. Her breath came faster.

The rocking became a dance, then it was a cyclone, her pussy
whipping around his cock while he gripped her ass hard. His eyes held hers,
compelling, undeniable. Even when she felt the orgasm rising in his body he
didn’t look away. His cock jerked inside her, jetting his satisfaction as he
grunted, gasped. Lashes fluttering down over the blue gaze.

Damien gasped out her name. Released his grip on her ass as he
went limp in the bench and she trembled with unfulfilled desire. His cock was
already softening inside her. Body slack. Eyes staring at her in a daze of
fulfilled pleasure. But he was only still for a moment.

“Stand up.”

It took her a moment to realize what he meant. In the bench. He
meant for her to stand in the bench and press her pussy against his mouth.
Knees trembling, Sasha did as he told her to. She wet her lips in anticipation
of his touch. Standing on the bench with arousal tripping through her, she
wavered slightly. Clutched Damien’s shoulders.

He gripped her ass again, groaning with pleasure as his hot mouth
covered her clit. Pleasure slithered through her and she grabbed the back of
his head. His tongue lapped at her, plunged into her, lashed her clit. He
ground his face into the matted and wet curls of her pussy, sucked the juices
from her lower lips like she was his favorite dessert.

She whispered his name, clenched her fingers in his hair.

Her fingers tightened more in his hair as he fucked her with his
tongue, lavishly eating her pussy with long licks and generous suction of his
wickedly talented mouth. Damien took care of her slowly, teasing the orgasm out
of her pussy, playing with it, welcoming it out into the sun-drenched garden.

“Oh. Oh! OH!”

Her world froze as the orgasm took her over. Then she collapsed,
her legs unable to support her any longer. Damien easily caught her, cradling
her in his lap as she trembled in the aftermath of her lust. It felt like her
heart was trying to fly out of her chest.

Damien laughed softly into her throat while she clung to him.
“That was quite possibly the best lunch I’ve ever had.”

After taking a shower in Damien’s bathroom and kissing her lover
goodbye, Sasha made her way back to the office. She breathed deeply of the day
that smelled of horses and fresh cut grass, feeling refreshed and well-loved.

In his bedroom, Damien had tempted her with the sight of his naked
body, with gentle touches until she nearly melted onto his bed with him over
her. But she had work to do and sleeping with her boss didn’t free her from her
duties. Not that she’d want that to happen. So, after promising Damien again
that she would spend the night with him on Friday, she left him.

On her way from the house, she’d gotten a text message from Linc
to meet him back at the office before they went to the paddock to exercise the
horses for the afternoon. As she stepped into the air-conditioned building, she
heard the faint sounds of conversation. By the time she walked fully into the
office, the conversation had dried up like rain under a noonday sun.

The administrative assistant sat at her desk glaring across the
office at the receptionist who was leaning against the copier while another
young blonde—Sasha had a vague recollection of her being in their tiny
accounting department—stood next to her, her arms crossed under her impressive
chest. Both the women’s mouths were pressed shut as Sasha walked past. She
nodded at each woman before approaching the administrative assistant’s desk.
The redhead, older than Sasha by at least twenty years, looked up at her with a
welcoming smile.

“Linda,” she greeted the admin with a smile. “Did Linc get back
with those documents from the vet yet?”

“Yes, the papers are right here.” Linda handed her a manila folder
containing the sheaf of papers with nutritional information, diet, and
recommendations for a few of the horses Linc thought needed extra attention.
Sasha gave the papers a quick glance, nodded in satisfaction.

“Great!” She tucked the papers back in the folder.

“Linc is in the break room with Dr. Warren right now, actually.”
The admin returned Sasha’s smile. Was that a look of understanding in her eyes?
“They both just got here.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Linda shared another of her warm smiles with
Sasha before turning back to look at her computer.

As she turned away to walk toward the break room, she heard a
flurry of urgent whispers from a trio of women leaving the break room with
their coffee. The three women, who all worked in human resources, walked into
the office with their heads bowed together, paying attention to their
conversation and not who or what was nearby. One of the women bumped into the
doorjamb as she rounded the corner. She grimaced but did not stop her flow of
words. Sasha heard her name and Damien’s. Titters of amusement.

She clenched her teeth. Fighting the tide of embarrassment rising
in her face. Her hands clenched around the folder.

“For heaven’s sake!” Michelle’s voice burst into the relative
quiet. The vet strode swiftly from the break room with Linc just behind her,
glasses tucked up on top of her blonde head, a cup of what could only be hot
cocoa in her hand. “Stop this stupid gossiping already. It makes you all look
cheap and jealous.”

The three women who had walked out of the break room looked around
guiltily. They started when they noticed Sasha. Then quickly rushed out of the
front office.

Sasha gave her friend a look of gratitude.

“Hey, honey.” Michelle flicked her fingers through Sasha’s loose
hair. “Don’t you look relaxed and refreshed? If I wasn’t happily married, I’d
be jealous.” She hugged Sasha with a naughty grin then pulled back to take a
sip from her cup. Her breath smelled like hot chocolate.

“I’m glad you have Grace at home,” Sasha said with a faint smile.
“I can’t afford to have any more jealousy coming my way, if that’s what all
this is.” She made a vague gesture around the room.

“Of course, that’s what this is. What straight woman with a pulse
wouldn’t want Damien’s attention?” Michelle shrugged. “Just enjoy him and don’t
worry about those bitches.”

Behind Michelle, Linc chuckled. “I’m going with what she said.” He
nodded his head toward Michelle.

Sasha smiled back at them both, feeling her eyes burn with the
threat of happy tears. “Thank you.”

After Michelle and Linc finished their conversation, Sasha and the
trainer got back to work. They walked out to the paddock together, Linc
matching his longer strides to Sasha’s shorter ones. Warm June sunshine burst
over Sasha’s face as she stepped outside, and for a moment, she remembered the
intoxicating moments she had spent with Damien in the maze. His hands between
her legs. His teeth on her neck. Her orgasmic shouts rising in the air above
them. Her footsteps faltered at the jolt of arousal that moved through her.
Luckily, Linc didn’t notice.

Up ahead, Sasha could see about half a dozen horses already taking
turns around the white fenced paddock. The sound of their hooves pounding on
the dirt was like music to Sasha; a sound she could hear for the rest of her
life. The horses were being supervised by jockeys and Linc’s assistant, Martin.
In the sun, the horses were beautiful, their coats glossy and well-cared for,
their bodies strong with muscle. Typical Taylor Stables thoroughbreds.

At her side, Linc cleared his throat. “So, is everything okay?”

“Yes. Why wouldn’t they be?”

Linc looked at her for a long moment forcing Sasha to drop her eyes.
“Yes. Everything is fine,” she finally said. “Damien...Damien and I have been
seeing each for a little while and just thought it was time to go public with
it.”

“Good for you.” Linc made a pleased sound. “He’s a good man.
You’re a good person. It makes sense.”

Sasha remembered him saying just about the same thing not too long
ago. Back when she wasn’t ready to tell anyone about her and Damien. Not that
she was necessarily ready now.

“Thank you,” she said after a silent moment. “Your opinion means a
lot to me.”

Linc grunted noncommittally, but she could see the pleased glint
in his eye.

“Let’s get back to work,” he said gruffly. “Next we’ll be talking
about crochet patterns and feelings and all kinds of other crazy stuff.”

Sasha laughed.

The rest of the week was easy. The people who mattered to her the
most at Taylor Stables either had nothing to say to her about her newly
publicized relationship or offered words of support. Even Frankie, the
notoriously flirtatious but harmless jockey, had only given her a thumbs-up of
support when they passed each other in the paddock.

It seemed that her fears about losing everything she’d worked for,
about being seen as some sort of gold digger, and not being skilled enough for
the job, were completely off base. The reality made a smile sit on Sasha’s face
for days.

By the time Friday rolled around, she was ready to enjoy whatever
it was that Damien had in mind for them. After work, she took a shower at the
stables and washed and blow dried her hair. Pulled it up in a French roll she
knew that her lover enjoyed.

Quite a few times, it had give them both the most delicious of
pleasures as, mounted on top of his hard and surging cock, she’d reached up to
undo her hair and let it fall around her lust-flushed face. Sasha loved seeing
that look take over her lover. The way he couldn’t seem to stop himself from
moaning her name, from losing control and flipping her over, slamming her onto
her back and pounding between her legs until they both cried out in delight.
Just the thought of it made her thighs tremble.

Sasha smiled in anticipation as she changed into one of her old
thrift store dresses she’d almost forgotten she had. It was a simple pale green
sheath, backless and very nearly sheer, that draped across her breasts in a
provocative display. It was just about impossible to wear a bra with it. As she
walked across the grounds to meet Damien with her unbound breasts rocking
sensuously beneath the loose silk of the dress and the nude high heels -
another present from Damien - elongating her legs and thrusting out her ass,
she felt undeniably sexy.

She had no idea what he’d planned for them, except for sex of
course, and had purposely not thought about it. Between her brother and the
threat of everyone finding out about her relationship with Damien, she’d been
thinking too much ahead, trying to second guess people who wanted to hurt her.
So, instead, for tonight, she allowed his surprise to actually catch her by
surprise.

At the front door of the massive house, she used the key Damien
had given her a few days before. “If we’re seeing each other in the eyes of God
and everyone, you should have a key to my place,” he’d said. Casual words
offered before they’d gone on to talk about something else.

She closed the door behind her, thought of going directly upstairs
to his room to drop off her overnight bag.

“Ms. Cormack.”

She started at the sound of the voice nearby. It was Mina, one of
the maids she usually only saw in the daytime.

“Good evening, Mina.”

The pretty brunette smiled. “If you’ll come this way. Dinner is
served.”

“Oh, okay.”

Sasha put her bag down near the door and out of the way, then
followed the young woman down the lushly appointed hallway. The sound of their
shoes against the hardwood floors was almost too loud to Sasha’s ears. The
house was brightly lit, but the thick wood paneling, the original paintings on
nearly every wall, the glittering chandeliers, all seemed to demand a quiet
reverence. At the entrance to the dining room, a massive space she’d only seen
once as she rushed passed, Mina stopped and indicated that Sasha should walk in
ahead of her.

“Mr. Taylor is waiting for you.”

When Sasha stepped into the dining room, Mina closed the door
behind her with a sharp “click.”

Like the rest of the mansion, the dining room was a study in
opulence. A large crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling over the large
dining table with seating for twelve. Candles in crystal holders sat at each
empty place at the dinner table, their lights flickering and soft. Shards of
light from the chandelier settled around on the room, on the oak paneling, the
fireplace, the heavy curtains pulled shut over the windows, on Damien himself
who was resplendent in tuxedo that perfectly accentuated his masculine
silhouette. Broad shoulders. Narrow waist. Long legs. His eyes burned into her
from across the room.

Damien stood up as she walked in. “You’re right on time,” he said.