Captivated by You

  I watched, panting, as he lowered his head and wrapped his lips around my clit. The heat was searing, the lash of his tongue devastating. I cried out, wanting to writhe but held fast by his grip. My head fell back, my ears ringing with the rush of blood and the sound of Gideon’s groan. His tongue fluttered over the tight bundle of nerves, driving me relentlessly toward orgasm. My stomach tightened as the pleasure built, the soft silk of his hair brushing along my sensitive inner thighs.

  A low moan escaped me. “I’m going to come,” I gasped. “Gideon . . . God . . . I’m going to come.”

  He drove his tongue inside me. My elbows weakened, dropping me lower. His tongue fucked into the clutching opening of my sex, stroking through the sensitive tissues, teasing me with a promise of the penetration I truly craved.

  “Fuck me,” I begged.

  Gideon pulled back, licking his lips. “Not here.”

  I made a sound of protest as he stood, so close to orgasm I could taste it. He held his hand out to me, helped me straighten and then stand. When I wobbled, he caught me up, tossing me over his shoulder.

  “Gideon!”

  But then his hand was between my legs, massaging my wet, swollen sex, and I didn’t care how he carried me, as long as he got me someplace where he’d take me.

  We reached the hallway and turned, then stopped too quickly to have reached his bedroom. I heard the doorknob turn and then the light flicked on.

  We were in the bedroom that was mine. He set me down on my feet, facing him.

  “Why here?” I asked. Maybe some men would head to the nearest bed, but Gideon had more control than that. If he wanted me in the second bedroom, he had a reason for it.

  “Turn around,” he said quietly.

  Something about his voice . . . the way he looked at me . . .

  I looked over my shoulder.

  And saw the swing.

  —

  IT wasn’t what I expected.

  I’d looked up sex swings on the Internet when Gideon had first mentioned one. What I’d found were rickety things you hung from door frames, not-so-rickety things that hung from four-legged frames, and ones that hung from an eyebolt in the ceiling. All of them consisted of some combination of chains and/or straps that acted as slings for various body parts. Pictures of women actually harnessed in the damn things looked uncomfortable.

  Honestly, I couldn’t see how anyone could get past the awkwardness and fear of collapse, let alone manage an orgasm.

  I should’ve known Gideon would have something else in mind.

  Turning, I faced the swing head-on. Gideon had cleared out the bedroom at some point. The bed and furnishings were gone. The only object in the room was the swing itself, suspended from a sturdy cagelike structure. A wide, solid metal platform anchored steel sides and roof, which supported the weight of a padded metal chair and chains. Red leather cuffs for wrists and ankles hung in the appropriate places.

  His arms wrapped around me from behind, one hand sliding up beneath my shirt to cup my breast, while the other slid between my legs to push two fingers inside me.

  Nuzzling my hair out of the way, he kissed my throat. “How do you feel, looking at that?”

  I thought about it. “Intrigued. A little apprehensive.”

  His lips curved against my skin. “Let’s see how you feel once you’re in it.”

  A shiver of expectation and apprehension moved through me. I could see from the position of the cuffs that I would be helpless, unable to move or pull away. Unable to exert any control whatsoever over what might happen to me.

  “I want to do this right, Eva. Not like that night in the elevator. I want you to feel it when I’m in control and we’re in it together.”

  My head fell back against him. Somehow, it was harder giving the consent he wanted. There was less . . . responsibility when he just took charge.

  But that was a cop-out.

  “What’s your safe word, angel?” he murmured, his teeth scoring gently across my throat. His hands were magic, his fingers gliding shallowly inside me.

  “Crossfire.”

  “You say the word and everything stops. Say it again.”

  “Crossfire.”

  His dexterous fingers tugged at my nipple, milking it expertly. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. You just have to sit back and take my cock. I’m going to make you come without you having to do a thing.”

  I took a deep breath. “I feel like that’s always how it is between us.”

  “Try it this way,” he coaxed, his hands moving to pull my shirt off. “If you don’t like it, we’ll hit the bed instead.”

  For a moment, I wanted to delay, take more time to let it all settle in. I’d promised the swing, but he wasn’t holding that over me . . .

  “Crossfire,” he breathed, hugging me from behind.

  I didn’t know if he was reminding me of my safe word or telling me he loved me so much there were no words for how he felt. Either way, the effect on me was the same. I felt safe.

  I also felt his excitement. His breathing had quickened the moment I’d spotted the swing. His erection was like steel against my buttocks and his skin was hot against mine. His desire spurred my own, made me want to do whatever it took to give him as much pleasure as he could stand.

  If he needed something, I wanted to be the woman who gave it to him. He gave so much to me. Everything.

  “Okay,” I said softly. “Okay.”

  He kissed my shoulder, then stepped beside me, taking my hand in his.

  I followed him to the swing, studying it intently. The narrow seat hung at waist level for Gideon, which meant he had to turn me to face him, then lift me up into the chair. His mouth touched mine as my bare ass touched the cool leather, his tongue teasing the seam of my lips. I shivered. Whether that was from the chill, his kiss, or anxiety, I didn’t know.

  Gideon pulled away, his gaze heavy-lidded and hot. He eased me into position, holding the chains steady as I leaned into the seat back, which was angled away from him, making me want to stretch my legs out for balance.

  “You settled?” he asked, watching me intently.

  I knew the question was about more than my physical comfort. I nodded.

  He stepped back, his gaze never leaving my face. “I’m going to secure your ankles. You tell me if anything doesn’t feel right.”

  “All right.” My voice was breathy, my pulse racing.

  His hand slid down my leg, the stroke warm and provocative. I couldn’t look away as he wrapped the crimson leather around my ankle and cinched the metal buckle. The cuff was fit securely but not too tightly.

  Gideon moved quickly and confidently. A moment later, my other leg was suspended as well.

  He looked at me. “Okay so far?”

  “You’ve done this before.” I pouted. His actions seemed too practiced to be those of a beginner.

  He didn’t answer. Instead he began to strip as slowly and methodically as he’d restrained me.

  Mesmerized, I greedily drank in every inch of skin he revealed. My husband had such an amazing body. He was so hard and tight, so virile. It was impossible not to become aroused seeing him naked.

  His tongue slid along the bottom curve of his mouth in a leisurely, erotic caress. “Still good, angel?”

  Gideon knew exactly what the sight of him did to me, and it turned me on even more that he was arrogant enough to use that weakness against me. God knew I did the same to him when I could.

  “You are so fucking hot,” I told him, licking my own lips.

  He smiled and came toward me, his thick, long cock curving upward to his navel. “I think you’ll really enjoy this.”

  I didn’t have to ask why he said so, because it was evident as he reached me and took my hands in his. My vantage of him from the swing seat was completely unhindered. From the thighs upward, he was totally exposed between the spread of my legs.

  He bent and kissed me again. Softly. Sweetly. I moaned at the unexpected tenderness and the lus
hness of his flavor.

  Releasing one of my hands, he reached between us, gripping his cock and angling it downward to stroke between the lips of my sex. The wide head slid through the slickness of my desire, then nudged against my exposed clit. Pleasure rippled through me and I discovered just how vulnerable I was. I couldn’t arch my hips. I couldn’t tighten my inner muscles to chase the sensation.

  A low whimper escaped me. I needed more, but could only wait for him to give it to me.

  “You trust me,” he whispered against my mouth.

  It wasn’t a question, but I answered anyway. “Yes.”

  Gideon nodded. “Grab the chains.”

  There were wrist restraints above my head. I wondered why he didn’t use them, but I trusted him to know best. If he didn’t think I was ready, it was because he knew me so well. In some ways, he knew me better than I knew myself.

  The love I felt for him unfurled in my chest until it filled me, pushing aside the vestiges of fear that hovered in the dark corners of my mind. I’d never felt so close to him, never known it was possible to believe in someone so completely.

  I did as Gideon ordered and gripped the chains. He stepped close again, his abs glistening with the first mist of perspiration. I could see his pulse throbbing in his neck, his arms, his penis. His heart was racing like mine. The head of his cock was as wet with excitement as my sex. The hunger between us was a living thing in the room, sliding sinuously around us, narrowing the world to just the two of us.

  “Don’t let go,” he ordered, waiting until I nodded my agreement before he proceeded.

  He gripped a chain where it met with the seat. His other hand guided his cock to my cleft. The thick crown pressed teasingly against me, taunting me with the promise of pleasure. I was panting as I waited for him to take the step forward that would slide him into me, my core aching with the need to be filled.

  Instead, he gripped the seat of the chair in both hands and pulled me onto his cock.

  The sound that ripped from my throat was inhuman, the savagely erotic feeling of being so deeply penetrated driving me wild. He sank deep in that one easy glide, my body unable to offer any resistance.

  Gideon snarled, a tremor running through his powerful body. “Fuck,” he hissed. “Your cunt is so good.”

  I started to reach for him, but he pushed the swing back, gliding me off his rock-hard erection. The feeling of being emptied made me moan in distress.

  “Please,” I begged softly.

  “I told you not to let go,” he said, with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

  “I won’t,” I promised, gripping the chains so hard it hurt.

  His arms flexed as he pulled me back, sliding me onto his cock. My toes curled. The feeling of weightlessness, of total surrender, was indescribable.

  “Talk to me,” he bit out. “Tell me you like this.”

  “Damn it,” I gasped, feeling sweat slide down my nape. “Don’t stop.”

  One moment I was held stationary, the next I was swinging fluidly, my sex sliding on and off Gideon’s rigid cock with breathtaking speed. His body worked like a well-oiled machine, his arms, chest, abs, and thighs straining with the exertion of masterfully handling the swing. The sight of his powerful movements, the intensity of his focus on pleasuring us both, the feel of him pumping so deep and fast into me . . .

  I orgasmed with a scream, unable to contain the rush that surged through me. He fucked me through it, growling roughly, his face flushed and etched with lust. I’d never come so hard, so fast. I couldn’t see or breathe for an endless moment, my body wracked by a pleasure more ferocious than any I’d ever felt before.

  The swing slowed, then stopped. Gideon took an extra step toward me that kept him buried inside me. He smelled decadent, primal. Pure sin and sex.

  His hands cupped my face. His fingers brushed tendrils of hair off my damp cheeks. My sex spasmed around him, all too aware of how hard and thick he still was.

  “You didn’t come,” I accused, feeling far too vulnerable after the insanity of my orgasm.

  Gideon took my mouth in a harsh, demanding kiss. “I’m going to restrain your wrists. Then I’m going to come in you.”

  My nipples tightened into painful points. “Oh God.”

  “You trust me,” he said again, his gaze searching my face.

  I touched him while I still could, my hands sliding over his sweat-slick chest, feeling the desperate beat of his heart. “More than anything.”

  19

  “GOOD MORNING, ACE.”

  I looked over my shoulder at the sound of Eva’s voice, smiling as I watched her circle the island on her way to the coffeemaker. Her hair was a wild tangle, her legs sexy beneath the hem of the T-shirt she wore.

  Returning my attention to the stove and the French toast I was browning in the pan, I asked, “How are you feeling?”

  “Umm . . .”

  I looked at her again and found her blushing.

  “I’m sore,” she said, inserting a coffee pod into the machine. “Deep inside.”

  I grinned. The swing had positioned her perfectly, allowing for optimal penetration. I’d never been as deep in her before. I had been thinking about it all morning and decided that I would be speaking to Ash about his plans for the renovations. One of the bedrooms would need to have two closets—one for clothes, the other for the swing.

  “Jeez,” she muttered, “Look at that cocky smirk. Men are pigs.”

  “And here I am, slaving over a hot stove for you.”

  “Yeah, yeah.” She swatted my ass as she passed me with a steaming cup of coffee in hand.

  I caught her by the waist before she got too far, giving her a quick hard kiss on the cheek. “You were amazing last night.”

  I’d felt something click into place between us so strongly that the change had been as tangible as the rings I wore on my fingers, and I cherished it as dearly.

  She flashed me a dazzling smile, then opened the fridge to pull out the carton of half-and-half. While she took care of that, I plated the finished French toast.

  “I’ve been wanting to talk to you about something,” she said, joining me at the island and wriggling onto a bar stool.

  My brows lifted. “Okay.”

  “I’d like to become involved with the Crossroads Foundation—financially and administratively.”

  “That could encompass a lot of things, angel. Tell me what you have in mind.”

  Shrugging, she picked up her fork. “I’ve been thinking about the settlement money I got from Nathan’s dad. It’s just sitting in the bank, and after what Megumi has been through . . . I’ve realized that I need to put that money to work and I don’t want to wait. I’d like to help fund the programs offered by Crossroads and help brainstorm ways to expand them.”

  I smiled inwardly, pleased to see her moving in the right direction. “All right. We’ll work something out.”

  “Yeah?” She brightened like the sun, the shining light in my world.

  “Of course. I’d like to commit more time to it, too.”

  “We can work together!” She bounced up and down. “I’m excited about this, Gideon.”

  I let the smile show. “I can tell.”

  “It just feels like a natural progression for us. An extension of us, really.” She cut into her food and forked a bite to her mouth. She hummed her appreciation. “Yummy,” she mumbled.

  “I’m glad you like it.”

  “You’re hot and you can cook. I’m a lucky girl.”

  I decided not to tell her I’d just downloaded the recipe that morning. Instead, I considered what she’d said.

  Had I made a tactical error by moving too quickly with Mark? It was possible that if I’d left it alone just a little longer, Eva might have come around to working at Cross Industries on her own.

  But did I have the luxury of giving her more time with Landon closing in? Even now, I didn’t think so.

  Seeking to mitigate any possible fallout, I debated the merits of bro
aching the topic of Mark’s move to Cross Industries now versus later. Eva had opened the door by talking about us working together. If I didn’t walk through it, I ran the risk of her finding out another way.

  I had taken that chance on Saturday, knowing Eva and Mark were friends who talked outside work. He could’ve called her at any time, but I’d banked on him thinking it over first, discussing it with his partner, and coming to peace with leaving Waters Field & Leaman.

  “I have to talk to you about something, too, angel.”

  “I’m all ears.”

  Shooting for nonchalance, I grabbed the maple syrup and poured some onto my plate. “I offered Mark Garrity a job.”

  There was a moment of stunned silence, and then, “You did what?”

  The tone of her voice confirmed that I’d been right to be up front sooner rather than later. I looked at her. She was staring at me.

  “I’ve asked Mark to work for Cross Industries,” I repeated.

  Her face paled. “When?”

  “Friday.”

  “Friday,” she parroted. “It’s Sunday. You’re just bringing this up now?”

  Since the question was rhetorical, I didn’t reply, choosing to wait for a clearer assessment of the situation before possibly making things worse.

  “Why, Gideon?”

  I took the same tack I’d used with Mark—I told the parts of the truth most likely to be accepted. “He’s a solid employee. He’ll bring a lot to the team.”

  “Bullshit.” The color came back into her face in an angry rush. “Don’t patronize me. You’re putting me out of a job and you didn’t think that was something you should discuss with me first?”

  I switched tactics. “LanCorp asked for Mark directly, didn’t they?”

  She was silent a minute. “That’s what this is about? The PhazeOne system? Are you fucking serious?”

  I’d wondered what product Ryan Landon would use as an excuse to approach Eva. I was surprised he’d gone with a product so vital to his bottom line, then chastised myself for not expecting it. “You didn’t answer my question, Eva.”

  “What the hell does it matter?” she snapped. “Yeah, they asked for Mark. So what? You don’t want your competitors using him? Are you trying to say this was a business decision?”