Chapter 9

Nine

Mateo

A discreet knock on the door heralded the arrival of the surprise I'd arranged for Angel. Only problem was she'd arrived a little earlier this afternoon than she'd originally planned. Her Christmas shopping with her friend was cut short by some boyfriend drama with her friend.

I'd been more than happy to have her show up early. I hadn't wanted to spend my entire Saturday away from her. I'd hated having her slide out of bed and slip away from me in the early morning hours.

I'd stayed in bed, the plush comforter pulled to my waist, trying to tempt her to climb back under the covers with me. But she only laughed as she hopped back from my outstretched arm, bouncing over to where her clothes were strewn over the armchair by the window. I'd scowled as I watched her shimmy into her skirt and pull on one of my dress shirts over it, tying the hem into a knot at her waist and rolling up the sleeves.

She looked adorably rumpled and sexy and my cock went from resting at half-mast to hard as the North Pole just from another look at her.

"Stay, Angel." I husked.

She crossed to me and placed a soft hand against my cheek before leaning down and pressing a sweet, tender kiss on my lips. As she pulled back, she trailed her hand up to sift her fingers through the hair at my temples.

"I'll be back before dinner, but I can't break my promise to Pepper. Besides, I owe her one."

Pepper. Why did that name sound familiar? As soon as I had the thought, I shook it away. Angel must have mentioned it last night when she was telling me why she couldn't stay with me, hiding out in the penthouse for the entire weekend.

She kissed me, quick and hard, taking just an extra second to stroke the tip of her tongue over my bottom lip.

"Mmm, that'll have to hold me a couple of hours." And with that she'd shoved her feet into her shoes and disappeared out the bedroom door.

My chest tightened when I realized she was about to do the walk of shame through the lobby. I hated the idea that she might feel uncomfortable or embarrassed. And I hated even more the idea that other men would get to see her rumpled, just tumbled out of bed sexiness. I should be the only one who had that privilege. After all, I was the one who put that look there.

Over the dinner tonight I made a mental note to talk with her about bringing some of her things from home so she could feel comfortable here and so she wouldn't leave looking like she'd spent the night being fucked hard and loving every minute of it.

I slid out of bed, intent on putting plans in motion for our evening. It hit me as I walked naked toward the bathroom that I had no idea where she lived.

Hell. I didn't even know her real name, though she knew mine. Hard to miss with my face plastered all over the news and papers with the coming Christmas celebrations. Kind of one-sided now that I think about it.

Something I'll need to rectify. We'd spend the evening getting to know more than just one another's bodies. Though, there'd be more of that, too.

When she arrived back early, I welcomed her with open arms, and jumped right to the getting to know each other's bodies even better portion of the night.

As disheveled as she'd looked leaving here, she'd returned all put back together. Her fitted red skirt came to just above her knees, paired with a black sweater with a neckline that hinted of the curves underneath, tempting me to rediscover those curves. I didn't try to fight the impulse.

Within a minute, I stripped her bare in the center of my living room and spread her over my plush, chocolate-colored couch. I lifted her and placed her with her head on one of the pillows in the corner of the couch and then urged her to place one foot on the floor while I hitched her other knee up and over the top of the couch so that she was completely open to my gaze. Unable to resist the temptation of her warm, wet little cunt, I slid down to the couch, burying my face between her thighs and plunging my tongue inside her.

Which brought us to the moment when the kitchen staff knocked on my door. Angel lay sprawled out pliant and boneless over the couch after I worked her until she came over and over again. I wrung every ounce of pleasure from her pussy with my tongue and my teeth and had planned to do the same with my cock, but the knock came just as I'd moved my hands to my belt.

"Fuck."

The curse brought Angel's startled eyes up to mine. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, my Angel. I just seem to lose all track of time after I get a taste of you on my tongue. Your sweet pussy is like a magical portal."

She giggled and a charming blush bloomed over her cheeks. The knock came again, and this time she took notice, scrambling to sit up. She instantly lost a little of the sated, slumberous look she'd been wearing as she recovered from her orgasms.

"It's okay, sweetheart. I had something planned for this evening, but I didn't realize the time. I just need to let them in."

She bolted up, suddenly wide awake, her luminous eyes blinking at me.

She was so adorable, and my cock reminded me that he'd planned to be sheathed to the hilt inside her by now.

An idea came to me, and I could barely contain my grin as I grabbed Angel's hand.

"Just a second," I called loud enough for the people on the other side of the door to hear. I walked forward toward the door, pulling Angel along behind me.

"What? What are you doing?" Her voice held just a hint of panic, and I felt a tug of resistance on my hand as she dug in her heels. I turned and looked over my shoulder at her. "Trust me?"

I hadn't meant the words to come out with such gravity, but I found myself needing to hear that she had put her trust in me.

She must have understood that my question was more than casual. Her eyes widened and her lips parted slightly as she held my gaze.

My breath stilled in my chest, but then she rewarded me with a small nod.

"I trust you," she said softly. "I hope you feel the same."

Her phrasing seemed odd, but the pride that burst in my chest at her words kept me from examining them too closely.

Instead, I did finally allow the grin to take over my face. Right before I tugged her forward with a hard yank.

She crashed into me as I opened the door of the powder room right beside the front door. Before she had a chance to speak, I guided her inside.

"Quiet," I commanded, as I closed the door on her surprised face.

Without missing a beat, I stepped over and flung the front door open. As expected, a number of the members of the kitchen staff stood there with several carts. I stepped back, holding the door wider so they could enter.

"Just set up over there by the windows." I gestured to the open expanse behind the sofa in front of the windows overlooking Luna's snowy grounds.

Without further instruction, the wait staff moved into action, setting up the candlelit dinner I had planned for Angel and me.

"If you'll excuse me for a moment," I called to the workers. Without waiting for a response, I eased back to the door of the powder room and opened it just wide enough to slip inside.

I found my wide-eyed Angel standing in the middle of the tiny room looking adorably confused. "What's going on?"

"The only thing you need to know is that right now, there are eight men on the other side of the door. They've probably even seen your clothes lying in the middle of the living room. They're taking care of something for me." As I spoke, I stepped behind Angel, reached around her to grasp her hands and bring them together behind her back.

I held them in one of my hands, lightly pinned against the small of her back. With my other hand I pulled my belt from my pants, letting it drop with a metallic clank against the tile as I freed my cock from the confines of my pants.

I didn't bother to undress further. Instead, I walked forward, using my body to push Angel's forward until she was stretched over the counter.

I leaned into her so she could feel the length of my fully clothed body against her still-naked form and the hard prodding of my cock against the crack of her ass. I moved my hips so my thickness shifted even lower. I moved my leg between hers and gently kicked her legs wider apart.

She instantly complied.

"Are you going to…?" Her voice trembled with nerves as I leaned closer and nipped her earlobe.

"Shh, Angel. Remember, we don't want to let the staff know what's going on behind the closed door." I shifted my hips. With a hand between her shoulder blades, I kept her top half pinned to the marble counter while with my other hand, I pulled her bottom out and back toward me. "And they'll be able to hear any and every sound you make."

As I said the words, I sank balls deep.

Fuck, she felt like warm silk.

A loud gasp broke from her and I moved my hand around to cover her mouth.

"Quiet, Angel. Shh, baby. Remember, no one gets to hear your sounds of pleasure but me." I commanded in a low tone, causing cream to spill from her core to wet my dick more.

"Do you understand me, Angel? Every bit of this body…" I slid my hand from her hip up to tease a nipple before sliding it down between her legs. I slipped a finger over her clit and then back until I touched the spot where our bodies were joined… "is for me. It's for my pleasure only. Every inch of you is only for me."

As I spoke, I started pumping myself in and out of her, picking up speed with every thrust of my hips. She shifted her hips, angling them just right so I could sink deeper.

"Every sound you make while I fuck you is for me. It's not for those men to hear. Do you understand?" I asked and lunged my cock forward harder.

"Yes." She nodded as the whispered word fell from her lips.

"Good. Because if you allow those men to hear you, you might have to be punished." I gave her upturned ass a small smack, and a quiet moan escaped her.

"Careful, Angel. Do you think they heard that?" I bucked into her and moved my hand to the doorknob.

She shook her head wildly, sending her hair flying, but at the same time her cunt clamped down harder on my cock.

"Are you sure, Angel?"

Her hips began to thrust back at me, straining back to meet me every time I plunged deeper. I could hear her breathing grow ragged with the strain of trying to keep quiet.

I moved my hand back to her mouth to help her muffle her moans. I sank my teeth gently into her shoulder, and a shudder went through her. I quickly pulled out, spun her around so her back was to the door before I plunged back in.

"Come for me, baby," I whispered and then clamped my mouth over hers, swallowing her cries as she went over and the waves of her pleasure stole her ability to hold back her moans. I followed her quickly over the precipice, sinking into her body as I rode out my own pleasure and emptied every last ounce of cum into her receptive little body.

As she recovered, she sagged into mine. I braced myself and held her against the door, my face buried in her neck for long moments as reality returned.

A gentle rap against the door startled us, but as I listened, I heard the front door open and a few seconds later close again, signaling the departure of the waitstaff.

With a mental note to give my efficient and discreet employees a raise, I managed to straighten and peel myself away from Angel's body.

She blinked sleepy eyes at me, and I smiled and moved my hand back to the doorknob. "Ready for your surprise, my Angel?"

She sent a concerned look at my hand.

"They're gone, sweetheart. You didn't think that I'd break your trust by exposing you in front of other men, did you?"

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip, but she quickly shook her head. "I know better than that."

I picked up her hand. "For just a moment, you believed that at any second all those men could have heard you taking pleasure from my cock. And for just a moment, you loved the idea. It turned you on."

She looked into my eyes and whispered, "Yes."

I wrapped on the door. "Soundproof, baby. I would never expose you like that."

"Deep down I knew you would always protect me," she answered without hesitation.

Warmth suffused my chest and some emotion I couldn't quite name tightened my throat. And as I pulled her behind me out of the powder room, it felt like I was leading her to something much more than just dinner.