She should have pulled away, even snapped at me, but she licked her lips as her chest rose and fell in short, sharp bursts. Her eyes grew wide and her face flushed.
The irritation I expected to fill Delilah wasn’t there. The only thing I saw on her face was desire.
“Sebastien, I’m not responsible for the way men look at me, I’m only responsible for the way I act.” She closes her eyes and inhales deeply before meeting my gaze once more. “Just because this marriage isn’t real doesn't mean I’m going to step out on you. I’ll never do that to you.”
I noticed that was the second time she mentioned our marriage was fake and my chest tightened.
“You’re a good woman, Delilah. I’ll keep sending you flowers, chocolates and anything else that will put a smile on that beautiful face of yours. You’re my wife, legally, and I’m legally obligated to take care of you and all your needs.”
“All my needs?” she asked, looking up at me. She took a step closer, her breasts grazing against my chest.
“All. Your. Needs,” I said huskily.
I had fallen for Delilah. Hard. I’d never taken any other woman out on a date, much less buy them flowers. I also didn’t give a rat’s ass about whoever the women I had been fucking were talking to. But with Delilah all that changed. I wanted to be a better man…for her.
At that moment, I vowed to make amends for how I treated her in the past. She deserved much more from me, and she was going to get it. But, first, I needed to please her, to get that longing from her eyes. And just like her, I didn't think I’d be able to wait until we got home.
Without a word, I gently pushed her back against the wall and kissed her hard. Delilah wasted no time in responding with the same urgency I had. My fingers quickly undid the buttons of her blouse and pushed her pink-laced bra below her breasts as her chest moved up and down rapidly.
I covered one of her breasts with my mouth while I twisted the nipple of the other. Delilah grabbed the back of my head, pushed her breast deeper into my mouth and moaned deeply.
My cock hardened and with my mouth still on her breasts, I hiked up her skirt over her hips. I was thankful she wore a skirt today and not her usual pantsuit. As I pushed her panties aside, Deliah widened her legs and gave me room. When I inserted one finger then another into her wet folds, she gasped and dug her fingers into my shoulders.
Seeing that she was wet and ready for me, I quickly removed my cock from my pants. I lifted her against the wall and Delilah shrieked, then wrapped her legs around my hips.
“Sebastien,” she said breathlessly, “I don’t think you can hold—”
Her words were cut off as I shoved my cock into her, taking her hard and fast. The sounds that came from Delilah were erotic and I was happy she didn’t give a shit if people knew she was being fucked by her husband at the office.
Her pussy muscles tightened around me, and I knew Delilah was on the verge of a climax. Even though we’d been having sex, she’d never really gotten off.
“Come for me, sweetheart. Come all over my cock.”
My words sent Delilah over the edge. She cried out as her legs shook and I felt her wetness soak my cock. I was right behind her with my own climax and emptied myself in her.
We were both breathing heavily and I kissed her lightly on her lips before setting her down, keeping my arms wrapped around her to steady her. She looked up at me.
“I had an orgasm.” She blushed.
“You did, sweetheart. I think the fact that we’re having sex in a somewhat public place was a major turn-on for you.”
I watched her dazed expression turn to panic and she flushed again.
“Shit. Do you think anyone heard?”
“I sure as hope the fuck they did,” I smiled.
She buried her face in my shirt and groaned and I chuckled.
“I’m not leaving the office for the rest of the day.” Then she looked up at me, looking super embarrassed. “Do you think we could leave a bit later today after everyone else leaves?”
I kissed her. “Anything for you, sweetheart. Now, let’s get cleaned up.”
I steered her to the bathroom in her office, and after we both cleaned up, we went back into her office.
“I’ll see you later, sweetheart.” I gave her one last kiss before heading to my office next door.
An hour later, I was still thinking about how I had fucked Delilah in her office when my phone rang. My muscles tensed as I sat upright and answered it.
“Emily, is something wrong with Dominic or Lucy?”
“Seb, no, nothing like that. They’re both fine. However, I would appreciate it if you didn’t tell Dominic I called you.”
Ever since Emily had walked into my lounge and drank because she was pissed at Dominic, I’d been looking out for her. I was also there with Dominic when she and Lucy were rescued after being kidnapped. I admired Emily and saw a lot of her in Delilah—strong, resilient and determined. I knew she didn’t keep secrets from Dominic, so It had to be important for her to ask this of me.
“Anything you need. What’s up?” The tension from my shoulders didn’t go away completely as I leaned back in my chair.
“I think you should talk to Father.”
A lump formed in my throat. I wanted nothing more than to know what information Victor had on Obsidian, but it was a risk I wasn’t willing to take. The price was too high.
“Emily, do you trust him to tell us the truth? What if he just wants to manipulate us to get to you?”
I heard Emily sigh on the other end. “Seb, after what my father did, honestly, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to bond with him like I used to. However, even if he is telling lies, I believe he would say something that would bring us closer to knowing who ambushed you.”
There was a pause before she continued, “Lucy,” her voice cracked and I knew Emily was on the verge of tears, “after Lucy saw you in the hospital, she cried for days.”
“Fuck, Dominic didn’t tell me anything.”
“That’s because he doesn’t know. Lucy doesn’t want to look weak in front of him.”
“But she’s only six!”
“Yes! Surrounded by alpha men most of her life who don’t ask for help or show their feelings.” I heard the emotion in Emily’s voice. “I was just happy that I was there to comfort her and let her know it was okay to cry. And even though she doesn’t cry anymore, she knows something is going on, and she’s scared to lose you.” She added, “We all are.”
I closed my eyes. While I was trying to protect Delilah, it seemed as though I was hurting everyone else around me by not taking Victor up on his offer. Knowing that at such a young age that Lucy was entuned to not only her father but to the rest of us made me feel proud yet uneasy at the same time. I knew I had to talk to my brothers about this sooner than later.
“Emily, I didn’t want to talk to Victor because I didn’t want you to feel pressured into talking to him or exposing Lillian to him if you weren’t ready.”
“Sebastien! This is your life we’re talking about. I can handle one meeting with my father. And I’d gladly do it for a man who barely knew me at the time, yet stood up for me and took a swing at his older brother.”
I was shocked. Dominic had told her about that?
“So Seb, please, think it over. We’re family and we look out for each other.”
Just then, I heard the sound of a baby crying.
“That’s Lillian. I’ve got to go, but Seb. Think about it. Please, bye.”
“Bye.”
***
That afternoon I had pushed through my thoughts and kept myself busy, reading contracts, looking over proposals and new building sites. I was so engrossed in my work that I didn’t hear when Delilah walked in. Only when she rapped my desk with her knuckles did my eyes shoot up to hers.
“Hey. I knocked but you didn’t hear. It’s almost seven, are you ready to leave?” she asked.
“Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t expect to stay so late,” I said, closing the file in front of me and shutting down my computer.
“Nothing to be sorry about. I’m a workaholic just like you. It was only when my stomach rumbled I checked the time. I knew if I didn’t come to get you, you’d never leave this office.”
“Never leave?” I chuckled, “The only way I’m never leaving this office is if you’ll stay here with me.” I stood and kissed her forehead. “How about we grab some dinner before we head home? There’s a new seafood place a few blocks away we can try that out.”
Delilah scrunched up her nose. “I’m not really a fan of trying new things.”
I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close, “But you tried office sex today and that was fun.”
She blushed and smacked me playfully, “Not the same!”
“Oh yes, they are!” I argued. “I’ve tried the lobster and it’s really good, but if you don’t like it, we can go wherever you want.”
“Fine.”
I unentwined myself from her long enough to grab my jacket and my briefcase and we headed to the SUV where Tony and Rex were waiting.
When we got to the restaurant, it was packed, so we had to wait fifteen minutes for a table, but Delilah didn’t mind. We sat by the bar while she drank wine and I drank whiskey and just talked. Once seated we ordered, it took another twenty minutes for the lobster, truffled mashed potatoes and garlic butter asparagus to be placed in front of us. I helped Delilah remove the shell from the lobster, and when she tasted it she loved it. After dinner, we did a little more drinking and dancing before heading home.
The second the front door was locked behind us, our hands were all over each other. But just as I ripped off her blouse and thrown my shirt to the floor Delilah placed her hand on her chest.
“Sweetheart, is everything ok?”
She nodded and tried to smile.
I passed my hand on her arms and despite the air conditioning in the room, her skin was clammy.
Before I could ask her anything else again, Delilah flew down the hallway and locked herself in the bathroom. I knocked on the door, as I heard her puking on the other side.
“Delilah, open the door.”
More puking and heaving. Shit. Was she allergic to seafood?
I knocked on the door. “Delilah, open the door. Now.”
If she was allergic and it was bad, I needed to get her to the hospital. I heard the door click and it opened slowly.
“Do you feel better now?” I asked titling her chin so she could look into my eyes.
“I feel a bit better,” she whispered.
“Do you think you’re allergic to seafood?”
“I don’t know but my stomach hurts. I’m sorry about ruining the night.” Her eyes refused to meet mine.
I lifted her chin, forcing her to look at me. “You didn’t ruin anything. Let me help you to bed.”
She nodded and we slowly made our way to the master bedroom.
Delilah had just puked her guts out and she was worried about disappointing me. She was a one in a million woman. And she was all mine.