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Gaia

"Her name is Gaia, Daddy,”my new little friend said excitedly. I was frozen; rooted to the spot. I had come to interview at his house and instead insulted him. Now, he finds me with his daughter, who had apparently been missing. Despite my shock and embarrassment, I still couldn’t help noticing how sexy he looked in his perfectly tailored tuxedo. It was as if he'd just stepped out of a spy movie. The way he was so tender and loving to little Eloise made me feel like I would collapse if I didn’t sit down soon. "Same as the guy you like that paints on buildings."

I snapped to attention. I tilted my head and narrowed my eyes at him. He was a fan of Gaia after he allowed me to rant and rave in his study like a crazy person. He returned my gaze with a raised eyebrow and mischievous grin. I was both turned on and furious, but I still couldn't bring myself to speak.

After what felt like several long minutes locking eyes with Trevor Edwards, but was more likely thirty-seconds, he turned his attention to Eloise.

“Darling, would you like to visit the chocolate fountain?” She nodded furiously grinning. She was missing a front tooth. It made her even more adorable. “This nice lady,” he motioned to a nearby security guard, “will take you to Auntie Victoria and I’m going to talk to your new friend.”

“Sir, I’m supposed to guard the painting. I can’t…”

“Oh, I’m sure she’ll be all right for a few minutes.” He motioned to the eternally slumbering Marguerite. “Dr. Victoria Swensen.” He gave her a stern look. She withered under his gaze, nodded and smiling at Eloise, took her hand and disappeared around the corner. I was alone with him again.

“Now, Miss Wesley.” He rounded on me. I felt his eyes burrowing into me, devouring every inch of my body. I felt naked, vulnerable and oddly, safe. “What am I going to do with you?”

“You’re a fan of Gaia, after you…" In an instant he closed the distance between us and pressed a finger against my lips, silencing me. It was the first time he’d touched me, and I felt a jolt of electricity course through my body. I felt his arm slide across the small of my back encircling my waist. He pulled me close, and I could feel every muscle and sinew of his body against mine. He slowly withdrew his finger and I could feel the heat of his lips, mere inches from my own. His eyes met mine, and I was silently pleading for him to kiss me.

The anticipation was killing me, and he seemed to be enjoying the effect. He slid the hand that wasn't keeping me pressed against him around my small round ass and slipped a middle finger between my cheeks all while maintaining the intense eye contact that kept me his silent prisoner. He continued exploring until he found the wetness between my thighs, already slick with juices, his roving finger slid easily between my outer lips, and he growled in my ear.

“So wet… So ready…” he said. I felt my breath quicken, and now I was panting with desire. He slowly slid his middle finger inside my throbbing entrance and used his thumb to rub my clit in slow rhythmic circles. I felt my hips begin to rock in motion with his hand and felt my climax building in waves. He stopped suddenly, and I could feel him backing away, his arm slowly sliding across my back releasing me.

“It’s okay.” I pleaded. “I want you to…” He silenced me again with his finger.

“I know you are and I will.” He hooked a finger under my chin tilting my head upward until our eyes met, “but not here, not like this.”

I'm sure my disappointment was apparent because he gave me a devilish grin and began to trail kisses down my neck, down my chest where he playfully bit at one of my nipples. I gasped at the shockwaves his touch was sending through every inch of my aching body.

He was now on his knees. The most unattainable billionaire bachelor in the world was kneeling in front of me, wearing a tuxedo that probably cost more than my car. He was hooking his thumbs into the sides of my panties and sliding them down my legs, carefully lifting one then the other before bringing my panties to his nose and closing his eyes as he inhaled the fragrance that he created with one smoldering look. I watched him carefully tuck my black lace panties into the pocket of his tuxedo jacket. Then he gave me one last devilish smirk before his entire head disappeared under my skirt.

The next sensation I felt was his tongue parting my outer lips and sliding over my sensitive nub sending waves of pleasure through my entire body. Overcome by desire, my knees buckled. I didn't know how I would be able to stand. In one smooth motion, Trevor grabbed my thighs and hoisted me onto his shoulders, supporting my full weight and granting his mouth full access to my wanting sex. I leaned back against the wall, succumbing to the pleasure as Trevor Edwards explored me with his tongue.

My legs jerked helplessly hanging over his shoulders as I felt the climax building again, but faster and more intense than before. I began to moan involuntarily as I got closer to release. Trevor tried to cover my mouth with one hand, but my moans only grew louder. I couldn't help myself. As he circled my clit with his tongue, my legs began to buck, and I knew an explosion was coming. Just as I went to scream Trevor quickly shoved my panties in my mouth, muffling the sound of my release as I jerked and spasmed for what felt like a full minute or maybe a lifetime of pleasure.

When my orgasm subsided, Trevor planted a tiny kiss on my outer lips, which caused an aftershock of pleasure. He emerged from beneath my skirt, wiping his mouth with his pocket square looking quite pleased with himself. He turned and walked away, and to my horror, I was sure he was leaving to return to the party without saying a word, but he stopped and picked something up from the floor and held it out to me. It was one of my stilettos. I apparently kicked it off during the biggest orgasm of my life. While trying to thank him for the shoe, I realized my panties were still in my mouth. I reached to remove them, and he stopped me, pulling my hand away.

“No, no,” he admonished as he slowly pulled the panties from my between my lips. “These are mine now.” He placed them in his pocket. “You are mine now.”

Those words made my knees buckle again, but I managed to keep my balance. Trevor Edwards was right. I was his. I'd known it from the moment he looked at me in his study. I thought I had ruined everything with that outburst, but it didn't matter. I was his, and I knew there was nothing I could do about it.

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