Chapter 4

4

MALCOLM

I 'm up past midnight…again.

Sleep is impossible to find, so now I'm just sitting here, in one of the only places where I feel truly comfortable, thinking about what my next move should be.

My thoughts are pierced by a knock on my office door, and I freeze. My staff knows better than to bother me when the door is shut, and there's no one else in the house.

No one but Melody. Fuck. Does she have zero sense of self-preservation? Doesn't she know what she's doing to me?

I'm considering just ignoring her. It's rude as hell, but it's not like I've come off as any sort of gentleman to her already. I'm sure she sort of expects me to be a prick.

But the mental image of her standing outside the door—her eyes wide and expectant and her white teeth nibbling on her bottom lip—kills me. To Melody, knocking on my office door probably took a hefty serving of bravery, and I don't want that bravery to go to waste.

I swallow hard and lower my head into my hands, cursing softly. I don't know what the hell I'm going to do. I'm still rock hard, and the memory of her soft mouth crushed against mine is all too fresh and real.

If I see her again, this soon after the kiss, I don't think I'm going to be able to control myself.

She has to know that…doesn't she? But here she is, a shivering little deer walking into the lair of the lion.

All of these thoughts hit me rapid fire, but time is passing, and Melody hasn't knocked again. Maybe she left and I'll be off the hook.

Then again, that's not really what I want. The problem is, what I really want is dirty and erotic and all sorts of animalistic. And little Melody makes those wants ten times more powerful.

As a man, I've had an iron grip on my impulses my entire life. It's how I became so successful in the first place. I fooled myself into thinking that my will was stronger than any desire I could ever have, and then Melody walked into my house and life.

And now she's outside my office door, at 12:34 am, with the taste of her still on my tongue.

Fuck it. She knocked, so I'd better answer.

I stalk to the door and pull it open, and there she is. Looking down, I fill my eyes with Melody. I know I'm screwed when I see the way she's gripping the edges of her white fucking silk robe , holding it as close as possible. Her long hair is in a haphazard bun on top of her head, and her feet are bare.

Melody looks up at me, and I look down at her. Her tongue pokes out and wets her lips, and my cock jumps in my pants like an animal trying to break its tether.

"Um, hey," she breathes. "I wasn't sure if you were up."

More than one part of me is up, sweetheart, I think, but instead tell her, "I am. What can I do for you, Melody?"

It's dark, both in the hallway and my office, but I bet she's blushing. "I…well, I wanted to maybe talk about…the kiss…"

My interest sharpens. "What about it?"

"So…I think we both are attracted to each other, and I really, really enjoyed the kiss, but I also understand if it's awkward for you." Melody twists her robe in her hands, nervous energy rolling off her. "But if it wasn't awkward…I'm open to doing it again sometime…"

I have zero clue if she had more to say. I don't care. What she's said is more than enough, and I grab her, hauling her against me before she can even gasp in protest.

Digging my hand into her hair, not caring for a second about the bun, I tilt her head back and claim her mouth with mine all in one swift motion. Melody has already let me taste her tongue with mine, so I slide it deep into the cavern of her mouth immediately.

I swallow her moan as she melts into me, giving as much as she's getting. I hold her in place with my hand in her hair, working it free until it spills over my fingers.

My tongue battles with hers, traces the lines of her teeth, and the full shape of her bottom lip. God, she's delicious and so receptive that I can't believe she's right here in front of me.

It doesn't take long for Melody to start shifting restlessly against me, her hands gripping my shoulders and her body arching forward so we're connected at every possible place. I know exactly when she feels how hard I am because she breaks the kiss suddenly and gasps.

We both stare at each other, mouths only inches apart, and when I'm sure she isn't going to bolt, I plant one hand on her ass and grind against her. The effect is instantaneous. She mewls, her hips pushing forward, wanting all the contact she can get.

My mouth comes down on hers again, and this time, it's both my hands on her ass as I lift her into the air. Melody's legs go around me instinctively, and she's almost wild for the way my erection is pressing into her most sensitive places.

When her robe parts as her legs move, I can see she's only wearing panties and a camisole beneath it, and it's a miracle I don't come in my pants here and now.

I keep my head about me enough to carry her to the desk, perching her on the edge while I sweep everything onto the floor so she can seat herself properly. I kick the door closed, not giving a damn when the latch doesn't catch. This is my house, and I'll do as I please in it.

In my mind, I tear the robe off, pull her panties aside, and sink into her all the way to the hilt in one breath. But she's all flushed, looking up at me with that heart-shaped face, and I just can't bring myself to be rough with her.

Even though I feel like I could bend steel with my cock so hard. My need for her is like a hunger, or something more primal, like the urge to defend what is mine and claim it absolutely.

"What?" she asks, voice quivering. "Why are you just staring at me?"

Planting a hand on the desk on either side of her, I gently bite the tendon on the long column of her neck before whispering my intentions in her ear. "Just trying to decide how to have you. I think I'm going to go with devour. "

Melody makes a nervous, chirping sound, but she doesn't make any moves to leave. It takes everything in me to keep my hands slow and steady, untying her robe and letting it fall down her arms to pool around her hands.

With her chest arched forward like this, I can see the dark points of her nipples under the cream-colored fabric. Her tits are full and perfect, and when I cup them, my mouth kissing a path across her jawline, they fill my hands in just the right way.

I've always been good at multitasking, and I use that skill to the fullest just to hear the noises Melody makes when all of her nerve endings are firing at once.

This time when I kiss her, it's slow and deliberate, my tongue swiping against hers in the same rhythm my thumbs work her fabric-covered nipples.

When I push my hands up her shirt, it's skin on skin. Melody tilts her head back and pants, letting out her first real loud moan when my calloused fingers work her taut peaks.

I shove the camisole up her body, and when her tits bounce free, I give her nipples a firm enough pinch to make her yelp before I suck one between my lips to lick away the pain. Her moans deepen, and her hands shove into my hair, her nails scraping against my scalp.

I move nipple to nipple, licking and sucking until her entire body is straining toward my mouth. Pre-come is leaking out of me, but I don't care. I don't care that I'm still fully clothed, either. It might be the only thing holding me back from fucking her.

With my legs, I gently kick her knees apart. Her panties are clearly damp, and I can smell her arousal. A growl builds in my throat as I kiss down her body.

The skin of her stomach is soft and silky, and her knees are trembling as I hold each of them in my hands to keep her nice and spread out for me.

I only let her go long enough to pull her panties down. Once they're on the floor, though, and I've gotten a good look at her slick, puffy pussy, I give her one last out. My mouth is watering for her, but if she tells me no, I'll stop.

"Last chance," I grit out. "If you don't want my face buried in that pretty little pussy, then tell me now, Melody."

Watching her face and her parted lips, I brace myself for her refusal. But no. Sweet Melody nods. And that's all it takes to get me on my knees.

I try to take my time, dragging my tongue over her entire slit a few times, but as soon as I get a taste of her, I'm lost. I part her with my thumbs and kiss—tongue and all—the swollen button of her clit. Melody also jolts out of my grasp, her reaction so strong. So I do it again. And again.

She's making so much noise that I know she must have forgotten I have staff. Good. I don't give a fuck. Melody tastes like honey, and I can't get enough, licking every inch of her pussy to get all of her before starting the process all over again.

Her hands are once again restless in my hair, unconsciously guiding me to where she wants me most.

When her hips start to move and her shaking legs try to close on my head before I push them open again, I know she's close. I give her what she needs, sucking her clit and making swift circles around it, working the center of her pleasure relentlessly. I want her orgasm, and I want it now.

I know she's almost there, her taste covering my tongue, when we both hear a muffled, "Dad? Melody?" from the bottom floor of the house. With the door not totally shut and the rest of the house quiet, the sound carries well.

Melody freezes, but I can tell Adam is downstairs, and we still have time. Again, this is my fucking house, and now, this is my fucking woman. She doesn't tell me to stop, so I don't.

I can hear my son shuffling around downstairs, and as much as I want Melody to scream my name, I don't want to cause a scene, either. So I reach up, covering her mouth with my palm, and keep going, kicking the intensity up as high as I can.

I watch her face and the way her eyes dart to the open door, but she's too far gone to stop now. She's breathing raggedly, her muscles shaking, and when I feel her teeth in the meat of my hand, I know I've won.

Melody arches her entire body, screaming into my hand while she comes all over my face. The sound is muffled enough to keep our secret, but it doesn't diminish her pleasure as she works herself against my mouth for a full minute at least, and I make sure to wring every ounce of her climax out of her.

She cries out against my hand again and again, until finally, her body goes limp.

Fierce male satisfaction fills me, and I don't even give her time to pull her robe closed before I surge up and kiss her. She tastes herself and moans softly, more of a sigh than anything else.

I've worn her out, poor thing, and now I have to find a way to get her to my room without running into Adam.

You know what? Fuck it. If we run into him, so be it. I sweep her into my arms, walking right out the door and into the hallway. She sucks in a breath but doesn't say anything, not wanting to make any extra noise.

Satisfied, I carry her to my suite and lay her on my bed. Her limbs are languid, her eyes heavy, so I pull the comforter over her and give her another more gentle kiss.

"I think that was a lot for you," I tease. "Get some sleep. I'll be here."

"Do you want me to go back to my room?" she asks sleepily.

"Absolutely not," I tell her, thinking, If I have my way, you'll never go back. This will be the only bed you ever sleep in from here on out.

Melody sighs, letting her eyes finally close, a small smile on her lips. "Okay. I'll stay then."

My satisfaction grows, just like my affection for this woman does. "Good girl."