Davis had one mission when he landed in Beijing: to find his girl, bring her back to her room, ask her what the hell was happening, and then make love to her. He was on the brink of losing it after a month without her.
Tony, his driver, picked him up in a limo and drove him through the city to Adire’s workplace. He was led to the top floor by a man named Mr. Wu, who introduced him to Lee in his office.
“Ah, Davis, you made it. Good to see you,” Mr. Chow greeted him.
“Likewise. I’m guessing you have something other than Ms. Black in mind for me to travel all this way,” Davis replied.
Mr. Chow sat behind his desk. “Indeed, I wanted to discuss the possibility of you investing in our company.”
Davis leaned back in his chair, studying the man. “Mr. Chow—Lee. My business is oil and related industries. Solar power isn’t really my thing.”
“But you’ve said you support environmental causes and methods that minimize damage to the planet. Our company does that. We just need strong, willing backers.”
Davis stroked his chin, deep in thought. “Here’s the deal. Let me see Ms. Black, spend some time with her, and then I’ll give you my answer.”
Mr. Chow smiled. “Sounds fair. I look forward to our next conversation.”
They both stood, shaking hands. “There’s a dinner tonight that Ms. Black will be attending. I assume you’ll be there too?” he asked.
Davis buttoned his jacket. “Not sure yet. I wanted to surprise her, but I might drop by.”
He decided to skip the dinner. His goal was to talk, and he didn’t want her to know he was there. He needed her in a place where she would listen to him, not get mad and storm off.
A little after eleven, Tony texted him that she had left the dinner and was on her way home.
He sat in the dark room, waiting for her. When the door opened and Abie walked in, she was as breathtaking as ever.
He rose from his seat, expecting her to turn on the lights. But she didn’t.
Davis felt like a lucky voyeur as he watched his woman slip out of her soft black dress.
Did she know he was there, he wondered, because every move she made seemed like a deliberate seduction.
When she didn’t acknowledge him but instead headed for the bar, he realized she hadn’t seen him.
He watched her enticing ass as she sauntered over to the bar. Her tiny panties were nothing but strings, one nestled between her beautiful cheeks.
It took all his self-control not to pounce on her and devour the body he craved so much.
He noticed her pouring a drink, and his brow furrowed. Her phone rang, and he saw her body tense and her demeanor shift.
When she looked at the screen and gasped, he knew something was wrong.
And when he realized that Knight had called her, telling her when he would come to claim her, he thought he’d lose his mind.
Only when he heard Abie firmly reject him did he calm down enough not to intervene.
A conversation he’d never forget, one that made him see red. That bastard was trying to take what was his, and that wasn’t going to happen!
When she threw the phone to the floor and gasped for air, Davis was genuinely worried she might faint. But after he responded to her talking to herself, she jumped up, shocked to see him.
“Davis,” she whispered.
He looked at her, clad in a black bra, tiny black panties, black stockings, and sparkling black heels.
“You’re looking good, sugar. But I was hoping you’d be home by now so we could sort out our issues, not halfway across the world trying to escape me,” he said gruffly.
She swirled the glass in her hand absentmindedly, and he could tell she was trying to come up with a clever retort but was coming up short.
He approached her, taking in the woman before him. “What’s in your glass, Abie?”
She glanced down at what she was holding and then back at him.
“Come on, sugar, tell me?” He stood in front of her, and even with her heels on, she had to look up to meet his eyes. “Tell me,” he urged softly, and he saw her eyes follow his lips as he spoke.
“Bourbon.”
He chuckled lightly at that. “So you’re drinking my drink now. Can I take that as a sign you might be missing me? Especially for a woman who doesn’t drink,” he asked.
She didn’t answer him; she just stood there, frozen, seemingly unable to believe what she was seeing.
“Davis, I…”
“You want to tell me what exactly was going on between you and Knight? And from what I overheard, he’s trying to blackmail you. Did I get that right?”
Her gaze dropped to the phone on the floor, and then she met his eyes. “You were here…when he said all that. When I said… oh, God,” she whispered, stepping back from him.
He moved towards her, gripping her arms to keep her in place.
“No, sugar. You’re not going anywhere right now. I want to see what he has on you that makes him think he could have you,” he said. But she shook her head.
She was still in his grasp as his eyes bore into hers. “It doesn’t matter if you tell me right now or not. I’m going to find out.
“We’ve got a whole lot of stuff to sort out, you and me,” he said, his lips hovering just a breath away from hers.
“And just because we’ve been apart, doesn’t mean I’m not pissed when some jerk tries to get my girl into his bed.”
She wriggled free from his grasp. “How did you find me?” she asked.
He laughed. “Would you believe, Mr. Chow called me? Wanted to know if I was coming to see my girl. I said yes, and everything else just fell into place.”
She leaned against the large open window. “Davis, you know why we can’t be together. There’s nothing we can do about it,” she said, her voice heavy with sadness.
He crossed the room to her in a few quick strides. “Nothing’s over, Abie. My dad might be a jerk, but I’m not him. And I love you, sweetheart,” he said, placing his hands over hers.
“Let me take you to bed, Abie. Let me show you how much I love you, how much I’ve missed you,” he murmured against the soft skin of her throat.
She pushed him away and moved from the window. “No... I can’t,” she whispered.
He took a step towards her. “Do you love me?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she replied.
He took another step. “It matters more than you think, sweetheart.”
She looked out the window. “Why do you want to make me say it? Admit my feelings for you when you know it will only lead us deeper into heartache?”
She turned back to him. “Didn’t you hear my conversation? Don’t you know what I’m like when I’m with men?” she asked, puzzled that he was still there with her.
He took another small step towards her, closing the distance between them.
“I heard what that man meant to you, how you felt about him. Was it easy to hear you talk about him like that? No, it was one of the hardest damn things I’ve ever had to listen to.
“But sweetheart, you’ve never been like that with me, not even at the start. And I don’t believe that I bring out any of those tendencies in you.”
He moved closer to her. “I heard what you told him. Heard you admit how you feel about me. You’ve been with a man. Is that what you see when you’re with me?
“Am I what you want in a man?” he asked softly, taking the drink from her hand.
She looked into his eyes, her hand coming up to gently trace the side of his cheek. “Yes,” she admitted softly.
He downed the rest of the bourbon and dropped the glass onto the carpet. “Now tell me, Abie. Do you still love me?” he asked, tilting his head to look into her eyes.
She started to look away, but he stopped her. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” she whispered so quietly he almost didn’t hear it.
He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. And when she opened her mouth to him, and he tasted the sweetness that was uniquely hers, his desire for her intensified.
His fingers skimmed her bare midriff, moving to grip her hips. He wanted her in bed, now!
But as he started to lead her in that direction, she stopped him. “I think it’s time to show you how truly wild I can be, Davis. I’m not your average girl.”
Hearing her talk about her kinky side made him hard and ready for her. “I know that, Abie,” he said, his gaze fixed on her lips.
She gave him that sly smile he loved so much, and his eyes met hers. “Do you now?” she asked, biting her bottom lip hard.
When she released it, he could see the deep mark she’d made. “Abie?”
“Kiss it and make it better,” she purred.
He leaned in and gently kissed her lip, then pulled back.
“Davis…” She laughed, shaking her head. She looked out the open window with a mischievous glint in her eye, and he knew she was about to take him on a wild ride.
She turned back to him. “Ever heard of having sex in public?” she asked.
He grinned. “Yeah, I’ve heard of that.”
“Are you a modest man, Davis?” she asked, her fingers playing with the fabric of his jacket as she looked up at him through her dark lashes.
“Depends on the situation,” he replied, willing to follow wherever her kinky mind led.
Her hand touched the windowpane.
“That’s a big city out there. There could be a lot of curious eyes watching us right now. Does that bother you?” she asked in a silky voice.
He looked out at the city, taking in the surrounding buildings, then met her eyes again. “Does it bother you?” he asked, not sure why he needed to hear her answer.
“No, it doesn’t bother me at all. In fact, I kind of like it. It turns me on.” She smiled.
He knew this, knew what she was about to say, but his eyes widened in anticipation; his need for her was overpowering his rational mind.
“I think you’re naughtier than you give yourself credit for.” She chuckled.
“What do you have in mind, sweetheart?” he asked, his breath hitching as she helped him out of his jacket.
“I have a lot in mind, Davis. I’ve missed your body and the raw power you bring.
“I don’t know if we can fix everything between us,” she murmured, and he growled at her words.
“But I won’t deny myself what I want from you. First, though, I need something of yours,” she said, her voice smoky and seductive.
“What do you want, sweetheart?” His voice was a low moan as her lips found the skin beneath his unbuttoned shirt.
She kissed his neck again, her tongue tracing a path on his skin. “Your belt,” she whispered into his ear, standing on her tiptoes.
His moan echoed in the quiet room, a testament to his anticipation. He knew he was about to claim her once more.
His hands moved to his belt buckle, swiftly undoing it and handing it to her.
“Good boy, Davis,” she purred, her voice a soft caress.
His shirt joined the belt on the floor, the last button undone. The belt now draped over her shoulders as she helped him out of his pants.
Her hands, soft and warm, moved over his skin, causing his boxers to rub against his hardening length. “Abie…” he groaned, his need for her evident.
“Shhhh.”
His boxers were the next to go, leaving him standing naked before her, his pants pooled around his ankles. “Kick off your pants and shoes,” she instructed, and he complied without hesitation.
Once he was completely bare, her eyes roamed over him, taking in every inch.
Her hand found his erect cock, leading him to the large, open window. As they stood in front of it, her hands moved behind her, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor.
Davis couldn’t help but moan at the sight.
A smile played on her lips as she let her panties join her bra on the floor. “Place both hands on the windowpane,” she commanded. “Lean in, darling,” she whispered, sinking to her knees in front of him.
His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but they all vanished when he felt her lips on the tip of his erection. His head fell forward, his eyes locked on her.
“Damn, sweetheart,” he groaned as her tongue traced the thick vein on his length.
She giggled, the sound sending a wave of pleasure straight to his balls, causing his toes to curl into the rug. “Not yet, Davis. Foreplay first,” she teased.
One hand gripped him firmly, already starting to stroke him while the other disappeared between her thighs.
“God, sweetheart. You’re driving me crazy!” He moaned, watching as her mouth took him in and her fingers played with herself.
Her hand left his length, moving to his balls where she massaged them before moving further back.
Her fingers lingered on his rectum before she pushed her thumb into it, causing him to hiss at the intense sensation.
“Shit!” He was struggling to hold back, the need for release threatening to overwhelm him.
He twitched in her mouth, his fingers white from pressing against the hard glass, his feet digging into the floor as he fought to hold back.
Finally, she released him completely, leaving him standing there, his breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps as he tried to regain control.
She rose from the floor, standing between his arms, which were still braced against the window. One hand came up, lifting his chin so their eyes met.
“Open up, Davis,” she whispered, her voice a seductive command, and he obeyed. Her moistened finger slipped into his mouth, tasting of her.
“Clean it off,” she instructed softly.
His tongue eagerly cleaned her finger, and when she withdrew it from his mouth, she placed it in hers, sucking him off of her.
“Does this bother you?” she asked.
“Hell, no,” he growled in response.
She leaned against the window, her back and ass pressed against the cool glass, her legs spread wide. “I need you to take me hard tonight.
“I need you to show me that you want to possess me, try to bend me to your will. Give me all of you.
“I need you on the edge of insanity, desperate to be inside me, to make me so wet with the need for you that I’m dripping down your fingers, heavy with desire.”
“Damn, sweetheart,” he whispered, his large hand moving down her body to cup her wetness, his middle finger teasing her already soaked center.
His finger slipped in easily, his cock throbbing in anticipation.
She took his face in her hands as she described the torment she desired.
“When your need for me is unbearable, and the thought of not being inside me is painful, I want you to take me right here in front of this window.
“I want you to show everyone who’s the only woman you’ll ever want, the only woman who can satisfy you, the only woman who owns you, Davis,” she whispered.
He was already burning with desire before she spoke. Now, he was consumed by a fire of hunger and desperation.
One hand worked her, his fingers moving inside her while the other hand pulled her head towards him, bringing her mouth to his.
Her panting teased him, her whimpers drove him, but when she said his name with a seduction that only she could offer, she owned him. The need to be inside her was primal.
He quickly withdrew his fingers from her, lifting one of her legs and draping it over his arm, giving him easy access to what he craved.
He lifted her off the ground, using the window to support her as he positioned himself at her entrance. Their eyes locked, his filled with hunger, hers with desire, as he thrust into her.
Her gasp echoed in the room as he filled her in one swift stroke, his groan loud and powerful.
There was no hesitation after that. Her free leg wrapped around him, and he claimed her with the possessiveness of a beast.
“Tell me you need me,” he grunted, thrusting into her again, reaching her deepest parts.
Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling his head closer as he dominated her. “Yes, yes, darling. I need you,” she whimpered breathlessly in his ear.
“Tell me you missed me,” he groaned.
She reached for the belt, wrapping it around the back of his neck and pulling him closer, her fists clenched around the leather as she rode him.
Then she kissed him with a passion he’d never experienced before, claiming his mouth, her tongue dancing with his, causing his balls to ache with the need to release.
“I missed you, baby. I missed you so much,” she panted.
Davis could feel her body teetering on the brink, ready to tumble over the edge. And once she did, he knew he’d be right behind her.
His breath was ragged, matching the rhythm of his body, which was also on the brink of release.
“Say you love me, Abie. Say you’re mine,” he demanded, shifting just enough to hit that sweet spot of hers.
Her arms wrapped around him, her hands clutching the leather tightly.
“Yes, oh yes, Davis, I love you. I love you more than you could ever imagine,” she whimpered, her inner walls tightening around him.
“Yes. Oh, God, yes!” she moaned into his ear as her body exploded around him. When her sweet walls clenched down on him, he was done for.
His pace quickened, his body slapping against hers. Each thrust was accompanied by a grunt, and then he was there.
“Oh fuck, Abie! Yeah, baby…damn it…yes…argh…yes, I love you!” he roared as he came harder than he’d ever come before.
His body slowed, pumping every last drop of his release into her welcoming center. Then exhaustion set in, following their intense lovemaking session.
He held her against the glass, both of them still panting heavily.
“I’m never going to get enough of you, baby. You need to know; you own all of me. Forever,” he confessed, still trying to catch his breath and regain his composure.
She lifted her head from his shoulder, a tired but mischievous smile on her face. “I’m glad to hear that, darling. Because we’re not quite done yet,” she purred, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. In that moment, he realized his night was far from over, and he’d better brace himself for whatever she had planned next.
