Page 35 of The Temptation (Executive Suite Secrets #4)

PIERCE SUTTON

I woke the next morning to the sound of a violin. For several seconds, I lay there with my eyes closed, listening to the music. It took me a bit to realize that the sound was too close and too crisp to be a recording. And a moment after that, I realized I didn’t recognize the melody at all.

My eyes flew open, and I located Simon seated at the foot of the bed, shirtless and smirking at me as he played his violin.

I had never been treated to a sexier sight upon waking in my life.

His blond hair was still tousled from sleep, and there was a faint blush to his cheeks as if he’d just risen from bed.

His bright-blue eyes twinkled with amusement.

With one arm behind my head, I let out a long, happy sigh as I listened to him.

My gaze strayed across strong arms made muscular and lean from countless hours of playing.

Faint golden hair sprinkled his lean chest, leading to his flat stomach.

He was a nymph or a faerie that had come to lead me to disaster, and I couldn’t turn away.

The song lasted another few minutes, and when he lifted his bow, the last note hung in the air before completely fading away.

“What do you think?”

“I loved it. What’s it from? I didn’t recognize it.”

That smile turned impish as Simon carefully returned his violin to its case, which was resting on a nearby chair. “I wrote it.”

My eyes widened, but I tamped down my enthusiasm, not wanting to scare him.

We’d spent hours last night working through all the music he’d written, making piles of what had potential and what he had no intention of using.

He’d played bits here and there for me, explaining his thoughts and influences.

I’d liked what I’d heard and believed he had a fantastic start, but I hadn’t wanted to say too much and put pressure on him. He was doing enough of that on his own.

“For the concerto?”

He returned to the bed and crawled up until he was straddling me, his hands pressed into the pillows.

“No, I wrote it for you. I woke up, and the melody was so crisp and clear in my head. I could barely write fast enough to get it all on paper. It’s called Pierce’s Nocturne . Should I play it at the next CSO show?”

“No.” The word leaped off my tongue before I could catch it. “I mean, of course you can. It’s beautiful. People are going to adore it. I adore it.”

Simon’s smile grew even wider, and his tone became teasing. “But you don’t want to share it, do you?”

“No, I don’t. I don’t want anyone else to hear it yet. I want it to be ours for a little while.”

Of course I didn’t want to share it. I’d only just heard it for the first time.

He’d written it while lying in bed with me.

Couldn’t I have it all to myself for a bit?

The rest of the world could have it eventually.

I wouldn’t dare hold back Simon from sharing his gift with the world, but I wanted to hoard this special nugget as long as I could.

“Yes,” Simon agreed with a soft hiss. “It’s yours. I don’t want anyone else to hear it. I’ll trade you the only sheet music copy in the world for a kiss.”

How could I turn that down even if he was joking?

I lifted and captured his mouth in a blistering kiss I’d been dying to steal since last night.

Wrapping my hand around the nape of his neck, I dragged him closer and rolled him over, deepening the kiss.

My tongue slid into his mouth and tangled with his, wringing a moan out of him as he melted like he always did when I took control.

Some barely awake part of my brain argued that I shouldn’t be doing this, but I didn’t care.

Last night had left me wanting to hold him, touch him, claim him.

He’d been struggling alone for so long, pushing his body and mind to the very breaking point.

But yesterday, I’d stepped in and helped him.

I’d not only gotten him clean, fed, and rested, but I’d helped him to create.

He’d smiled again. He was relaxed and cracking jokes. I’d done that. No one else.

Wasn’t it right that I took the next step? There was no one else who could make him cry out with pleasure.

I broke off the kiss and dragged my mouth down his cheek to nibble on his jaw. “What do I have to do so that you play that nocturne for me alone?”

“Fuck me,” he panted. “Fuck me, and I swear I’ll only play that song for you.”

“Done.”

Blankets were shoved aside violently, and our sleep pants removed in a flurry of limbs.

A hiss slipped out between my clenched teeth as my hot skin met his.

I could never get enough of touching him, of taking in every glorious inch of his body.

He was as perfect as his skill on the violin.

He made me feel clumsy and awkward, but all my hesitation and indecision fell away each time I made him moan or whimper.

I licked and sucked a path along his chest to his hard, leaking cock.

The tip was bright red and begging for my attention.

I circled that plump head with my tongue before slowly taking him into my mouth.

The flat of my tongue caressed his long length as I savored the taste of him.

He groaned and made a couple of shallow thrusts, nearly hitting the back of my throat.

“Not this way,” he whined. “Don’t make me come this way.”

I bobbed twice on his dick and then allowed him to slip from my mouth completely. “How do you want to come?”

“With you inside me. You have to be fucking me,” he panted.

That was my preference too. I twisted and dug through my nightstand until I came up with a condom and some lube.

I set the condom aside and squirted some lube onto my fingers.

Stretching him was becoming one of my favorite things to do.

It gave me a chance to watch his expressions as his body slowly opened for me, welcoming my invasion with every stroke.

His damp red lips parted on a gasp, and his cheeks flushed.

Unshed tears sparkled in his eyes as they refused to move from me.

Pressing his head into the pillow, his neck arched, and he swallowed hard, causing his Adam’s apple to bob. Everything about him was so sexy.

He put a hand behind his knee, pulling his leg to his chest, opening himself up even more. But that was Simon. He threw himself into whatever he was doing, even if he was scared or unsure of himself.

I snatched the lube and squirted some on his neglected cock. “Stroke yourself,” I commanded.

Simon nodded and grabbed his dick with his other hand. A long, low moan rattled up his chest as he slowly moved his hand up and down his dick.

“Pierce. Please, Pierce. Hurry. I’m so close. Need you,” Simon cried out.

Any thought I might have had about torturing him or extending this for even a bit flew out of my head. My hands were trembling as I picked up the condom and fought to roll it down my aching dick.

With my teeth clenched and one hand clutching the base, I carefully pushed against his stretched hole, forcing my way in.

He flinched, and I froze, but he sped up the hand on his dick and his body relaxed, welcoming me with each shallow thrust, pulling me in.

Hot muscles gripped and massaged my cock.

He felt so fucking good. I loved being inside him, loved listening to the sounds he made as I moved in long, slow strokes, filling him so completely, making him mine.

I bent and captured his slack mouth in a kiss, my tongue imitating the movements of my body. Simon whimpered, his muscles tightening. “Is this what you needed, baby?” I kissed my way to his earlobe and tugged on that tender flesh with my teeth. “You need this thick cock in you?”

“More,” Simon choked out.

“More slowly?” As I spoke, I decreased my pace and made each thrust incredibly shallow, tormenting both of us.

“No!” Simon howled, and I chuckled in his ear. “Evil bastard. Fuck me hard. So hard. I want it deep and hard.”

Without saying a word, I plunged hard into him on the next thrust. His cries shifted from pleasure to ecstasy.

He wrapped his arm around me and dug his heels into the mattress, thrusting upward to meet me, slamming our bodies together.

But it wasn’t enough. He wasn’t shivering and breaking apart beneath me.

Moving so that I was on my knees, I withdrew from him completely.

Simon squawked in complaint, but I immediately flipped him onto his stomach.

I grabbed his hips and lifted him to his knees before plunging into him again.

The angle was right, and all his cries of pleasure turned into a stream of desperate curses and pleading.

The slap of our sweaty flesh beautifully accompanied Simon’s cries, while his skin glistened under the dim lamplight.

I held on to my orgasm even as my control frayed.

Nothing had ever felt so good. His cries of pleasure were the sweetest music.

The feel of his body was pure heaven. And then he shattered under me, his body pulsing and squeezing as he lost himself.

I tumbled over right after him, shouting his name as I filled the condom.

As my head cleared from the orgasm, I gathered up the last of my strength to wrap my arms around Simon and roll us together onto our sides, my cock still buried deep inside him.

I squeezed my eyes shut tight and nuzzled my face into the side of his neck, wanting to soak him in as much as possible while I had time.

Too soon, reality would creep in, and that horrible voice would start bellowing about what a disgusting person I was for clinging to him like this.

“Are you okay?” My voice was rough from shouting and sleep. Tingles stretched from my toes up my legs. No orgasm had ever felt so good.

“If my body never works properly again, I’m totally fine with it.”

I huffed a weary laugh, wishing I could lie here with him and drift off into sleep.

Yesterday I’d left a message for Marie to cancel my meetings for the rest of the week, that I was taking some time off for a personal emergency.

I had no obligation to rush out of bed and prepare for a meeting.

I could lounge here soaking in the blissful feeling of holding Simon.

“Ugh. But I’m a mess, and I can’t stay here like this. Your bed is also a mess.”

“It’s fine. You get a shower. I’ll strip the sheets off the bed.”

Simon twisted so that he could look at me. “You’re not going to let your housekeeper wash your sheets, are you?”

I lifted one brow at his sudden horrified tone. “That is her job.”

“You can not let her touch them.” His eyes widened, and his voice dropped to a whisper. “They’re full of my cum. I came so fucking hard, and it’s all your fault.”

“Simon, dearest, that was my entire goal.” The horror left his eyes for an unimpressed expression. “Also, I’m pretty sure the entire household heard your shouting. Everyone likely knows my sheets are full of cum.”

“You’re evil. While I’m in the shower, you will strip the sheets off the bed and put them in the washing machine. No one else may touch them.”

It took all my considerable self-control to keep from laughing in his face. Biting my tongue, I nodded, agreeing to his orders.

With reluctance, I pulled free of his body and dealt with the condom. Simon pressed a kiss to my chin and merrily bounced into the shower while I pulled on a pair of sleep pants so I could traipse through the house with the dirty sheets. He was too fucking adorable.

The oddity of his demands helped to keep reality at bay long enough for me to get the sheets into the washing machine.

Hilda might have directed a nervous glance in my direction as she asked if I needed any help.

I had to reassure her that I wasn’t upset with the quality of her work; it was just that my lover had some interesting quirks.

As I entered the bedroom to hear the shower still running, that word was still ringing in my head.

Lover.

I’d turned Simon into my lover, but he wasn’t supposed to be.

I wasn’t supposed to touch him.

Sawyer had been crystal clear about that. I was never to touch him. Simon was supposed to be my little brother, a treasured ward. He wasn’t supposed to be a lover. A partner. A beloved companion and soul mate.

By touching Simon, I was betraying my best friend. Breaking a promise I’d made years ago.

When Simon stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist and a rosy glow to his skin, I could barely look at him. He was too perfect, and I was a monster. I couldn’t keep a single promise.

It didn’t matter that I loved him.

Fuck, I loved him so much. Holding those words and feelings in had created this enormous chasm in my chest. I was hollowed out. Completely empty. If I couldn’t have Simon, if I couldn’t hold on to him and keep him as mine, there was nothing else for me.

Yet, if I couldn’t keep my promise to Sawyer, how could I ever face myself in the mirror?

An irritated sigh drew my gaze slowly up to Simon’s face. He was staring at me, a frown tugging on his full lips, his hand resting on his hip. “Clearly, I left you alone for far too long.”

Tears slipped down my cheeks before I could catch them. Once they started, I couldn’t make them stop. “Simon, we can’t,” I said, my voice shattering like glass on that final word. I swallowed hard and forced the words to come out. “We can’t do this anymore.”

Simon stepped closer and cupped my cheeks, using his thumbs to sweep away the tears as they fell. “No, my precious one. It’s time we had a long talk that you won’t like, but it is way overdue. You saved me. It’s time for me to return the favor.”