Chapter 67 - Emily

**EMILY**

Emily was so glad she wasn’t wearing high heels. At the same time, she regretted her pantsuit. Walking next to Alexander in his dark blue suit, she wished for a feminine dress that would make this beautiful sunny day at his side even more beautiful.

“We should have gone clothes shopping,” she murmured, feeling his warm fingers play with her hand. It was a caressing stroke that sent delightful shivers through her body. He knew how to excite a woman. No wonder, he was already 36 and had probably been with many women... Oh God, no, she thought in horror. How does he know what turns women on? Or are men and women more alike than I thought?

“We can shop later,” he replied gently, kissing her on the head. “What’s wrong?”

“A dress,” she sighed.

“A dress?” She heard him stifle a laugh. “Don’t you like your pantsuit? I think the color looks great with your eyes.”

A realization shot through her mind as she heard his dark voice speak so warmly. I’m being very masculine today and that’s why he reacts so strongly to me. He loves my masculine side. This thought dismayed her. She didn’t want to appear masculine and only arouse his urges.

“I’m missing a dress. Absolutely.” She paused and looked up at him. “That pantsuit next to you makes me feel like a young man, not a woman.”

“Then why did you choose it?”

“It’s comfortable, and the color looks good on me. And I expected us to buy dresses for me if they were more appropriate for the occasion you’ve chosen. Dresses, not more pants.”

“The pantsuit suits me perfectly,” he said, shrugging indifferently.

“Oh, you’re impossible!” She smacked him playfully on the chest. He took her hand, raised it to his lips, and bit the side of her hand. Softly at first, then harder, and then he traced the bite mark with his tongue. She watched his actions with wide eyes. Why did he bite her? It hurt, but it also made her tingle with excitement.

“You’ll never hit me in public again,” he said quietly. His voice sounded threatening, even though his mouth continued to smile. “If you do that behind closed doors, I’ll take it as a request to spank your ass. Do you understand that, Emily?”

“Is that in your contract with the DarEnd-Agency?” She looked at him challengingly.

“No, my dear, it’s in our private, verbal friendship contract.” His brown eyes flashed persuasively. 

“Friendship contract,” she murmured. “I thought I was your hostess, not your friend.”

“You can be anything you want,” he whispered in a raspy voice, and she felt the heat in her stomach at the words. He stood in front of her and unbuttoned her jacket. She let him do it, breathing faster in anticipation. Slowly, he slid it off her shoulders and then threw it over his own before smiling and pulling her blouse out of her pants. Her heart beat faster and faster. Her breathing quickened. What was he planning? He wasn’t going to undress her here in public? Not even he would go that far!

His fingers undid the bottom buttons of her blouse and she held her breath in shock. If he thought she would push him away, he was wrong. After all, he had just said that she was not allowed to hit him in public, not even playfully. Surely, pushing was part of that prohibition. Besides, it felt indecently good the way he was undoing her buttons. She felt his fingers on her naked belly and trembled with desire. 

A soft moan escaped her mouth. “Alexander, I long for you so much, for more.”

His fingers paused for a moment. Then they slid upward and began to undo button after button.

“Alexander,” she whimpered, staring at his hands as they came dangerously close to her breasts. What was he doing to her? There was a rushing sound in her ears and thousands of greedy images flashed through her mind: his lips on her nipples. His mouth sucking on her areola. His hands kneading her breasts hard as if they wanted to milk her. Her nipples being stretched, bitten, pinched.

She couldn’t stand it any longer. The moment he had opened the top of her blouse to the base of her breasts and slid his index finger under her light blue ruffled bra, she grabbed his face and pressed her mouth to his. There had been so much desire pent up inside her for weeks. To expose her most feminine part in public was too much. It was just too much! It wasn’t just the lightning that shot through her body and the swirls of color before her eyes. She felt the violent wave of climax pulsing in her clit. And in a split second, as her unfulfilled lust, his finger on her nipple, the hot pulsation in her vaginal walls came together, she moaned with a guttural call into his mouth, into her orgasm!

She clung to him, trembling, unable to utter a word. He gave her time to recover. Then he withdrew his fingers and closed her blouse. They walked the rest of the way to the castle in silence. The building was imposing, just as she imagined a medieval castle would be. Thick stones rising high, huge window niches, embrasures in the upper area. And all of this had been built here in California by an eccentric billionaire based on European models? Alexander led her into the park that surrounded the castle and strolled along the paths with her. She had so many questions on the tip of her tongue. But she didn’t dare speak. She was ashamed of how she had behaved.

“You are so quiet. Don’t you like it here?” His voice was friendly and a little concerned.

How could he be so worried about her after her terrible slip? She should be worried. What did he think of her now? The last time they met, she showed up in a revealing dress, and today she was moaning her orgasm into his mouth.

“We can go back if you don’t feel like it.”

Feel like it, she thought, suppressing a hysterical laugh. Me and no desire! She still had plenty of it, for even though the orgasm had been fantastic, its proximity was enough to make her tension rise again. She wanted much more than his fingers on her breasts. She also wanted much more than his hands on her bottom.

“Uh... I’m just enjoying the park,” she stammered, embarrassed, really trying to take in her surroundings. “Do you know if the paths are laid out in a pattern?” Emily licked her lips thoughtfully.

“Honey,” he whispered, looking at the tip of her tongue. “Don’t forget, you’ve already had an orgasm. I haven’t.”

She stared up at him, eyes wide. “How could I forget?” she murmured, looking embarrassed, and lowered her head with a sigh. “I’m sorry. Forgive me.” He squeezed her hand, leaned down and kissed her.

“Are you sorry for having an orgasm?”

She nodded and immediately felt him squeeze her hand harder. “Ow!” She winced at the painful pressure.

“Answer my question, Emily, I don’t hear a nod!”

“I’m sorry, Alexander, for having an orgasm,” she said loudly, looking up at him. “I’m sorry that I moaned and gasped and screamed my passion in your face.”

“You weren’t screaming,” he objected, grinning amusedly. “If that was supposed to be a scream, we need to do some more training with you.”

“We?” she asked, confused.

“We. You and me. We.”

Her heart raced at the thought that he wanted to train with her. So he didn’t seem angry that she had acted so driven. He hadn’t found her display of sexual desire unpleasant.

Relieved, she walked next to him again. A glimmer of hope appeared in her. Maybe one day he would learn that he could put his hard cock inside her and not just any man...