Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... When she retreated, Pete dropped back on the mattress. This time the pain wasn’t in his gut. It was his heart.

Pete was quiet in the other room. Withdrawn would be a better word. Daisy wiped the cool rag over her face. She took a long, hard look at herself. Quiet and withdrawn had been how he was since they signed the contract. She knew it would only get worse. Was she making a mistake? Could he get over this? Could they? She dropped her head and tried to think it through. She also tried to let go of the seductive pull that the thought of Aiden’s money had for her. She’d be rich, live differently. She tried hard. And each time she did, she couldn’t let go of the want.

She lifted her head when she saw him come in. The cell phone they shared was in his hand. “I want you to take this with you. If something goes wrong, if you need me, I’ll be here in the room. I won’t leave it. Do not leave this hotel with him. Do you understand? Promise me.”

She looked to the phone, confused.

“PROMISE ME.”

“I promise.”

“Good… good.” He placed the phone on the sink and turned, but Daisy grabbed his hand and stopped him. She pulled it to her waist and he didn’t resist. She was grateful. She didn’t want to leave things this way.

“I love you.” She rubbed her face against his jaw. “I don’t want to get married in this town. After this is over, we leave. I don’t ever want to come back to this place. Hell, let’s leave the west coast. We can live east, be near the family and all. And ...

... we can go home and get married, I’m sure your momma will come around. And my daddy can marry us. And then we go anywhere you want, okay?”

He kissed the side of her face. A cooling sense of relief went through her. They breathed in sync for a minute. His breath against her cheek, her breath against his, face to face. She ran her hands up his powerful arms. He was so strong, so firm. So sweetly sensitive.

“I do trust you, Daisy. I do. When this is over, it’s over. We’ll be okay,” he whispered.

Daisy’s eyes burned with the promise of tears she didn’t want to let go. If she cried, he wouldn’t let her out the door. Hugging him tight, his arms circled and squeezed her tighter. They would be all right. All she had to do was beat Aiden Keane at his own game. She could do this. She could.

***

Aiden’s eyes went to the door. With a small smile, he strode though his office. The coin that flipped between his fingers was forced back into his pants pocket. The subject of his thoughts for the past twelve hours had finally arrived. His eyes cut over to the clock. It was two minutes after seven. She arrived late. Was he excited? Was it the game? Of course it was the game and the thrill; he figured this feeling that had come over him since he’d decided on the million-dollar bargain would eventually fade with his erection. That didn’t mean he shouldn’t relish in it now.

Aiden’s hands closed on the cool steel, and he drew the double doors shut. Before him stood the young couple ...