SURROGATE : Conception (+18) BOOK 1 (COMPLETE)

| 42 | The Land of Artistic Temptation ||

Liam exhaled pulling off the suit jacket. He put it on its hanger and put it in the closet. What a brilliant evening. He was still smiling like a fool allowing the moments to soak into his grey matter. The Art show was great, he found some pieces he thought were nice, but it was the after show that was the most enjoyable.

Strolling around the city, eating on the whim from food carts, dessert first, laughter, joking. It felt so natural.

Alas, they were back home and he had to fly out in the morning to Japan. He was able to get his trip down to five days. He grumbled to himself, his mood souring.

Even if it were a day Frida would be, well, livid. It wasn't like he wanted to do it, but he had to. Keeping this account in good standing was important to the company so therefore important to him. He pulled out his suitcase and took an account of everything that was already in there from the last trip and what he had yet to add. That was a perk about traveling a lot, the packing got easier.

"Liam?" Penelope called from her room down the hall.

"Hmm?" He frowned, hearing duress in her voice. He put the extra pair of pants on the bed next to the suitcase and made his way to her room. As he made his way down the hall his fingers worked on removing the tie which suddenly felt like a noose. "What is it?" He paused just inside the doorway and laughed. "What are you doing?"

"I can't," her arm was reaching up her back for the top of the zipper. Her fingers wiggled and kept flicking the bottom of the zipper but unable to grasp hold of it. She started spinning around in circles trying to get hold of it.

The entire thing made amusement flood his person. "Here, let me help."

"Wait!" She said, stopping her spinning and concentrating with her tongue hanging out her mouth. "I think I have it." More struggling.

"Just let me help. Isn't that why you called me in here?" He continued his approach toward her abandoning the work on his tie.

She huffed and turned her back to him which made him shake his head.

So stubborn. Is that how their child was going to be? He paused at the thought.

He moved some of the wild strands of hair to the side exposing her neck and the tantalizing fragrance that radiated from her pulse there.

He swallowed the saliva trying to stay focused on his task. Trying to stay focused on the plans they made to watch the rest of the movie they fell asleep on the other day, but he was bewitched. He was already in her gravitational pull and could tell there was a very low probability of him getting out of it unscathed.

Her gasp is what brought him back to the reality that his lips were pressed solidly to her throat. Her skin was warm under his mouth. She moaned and let her head fall to the side. He found the zipper and easily pulled it down releasing her smooth deep brown skin from the confines of the black material. She turned toward him and combed her fingers into his hair gently scratching his scalp. It made his eyes close.

She cupped his cheek with the other hand and he brought his face down to taste her lips.

Ah, sweet surrender.

The next inhale which seemed to happen at the same time was them breathing the other in. It was like two tuned instruments falling into sync with the other. Melodic, rhythmic, effortless. Each note, breath, touch, movement was playing from the same sheet music.

No need for pauses, where one ended the other would pick up. He pushed her dress over her shoulders, she finished undoing his tie. She stepped out of the pool of fabric on the floor while her hands were working his belt, pants, stepped out, briefs, stepped out, she fell onto the bed with him over her. Her legs around his waist, he rolled on his side taking her with him. Now she was on top. He unhooked her bra, delighted in the swollen display of her breasts and dark erect nipples. His hands held her ass as he set up to taste her skin.

She arched her body toward his lips, those damn hands in his hair, stroking the base of his neck, awe shit down his back, up his shoulders, light touch, light scratches. It sent shivers through his body. Did she know what she was doing to him? She had to. How could she not?

"Penelope," she was sliding her pussy lips along his cock now, driving him mad. He fell back against the bed giving her all the freedom she needed to take control. "Shit." He gasped and grabbed her thighs trying to slow her pace, but she wasn't having it. She grabbed his arms and placed them above his head while she wracked havoc on his senses. Her lips were over his to keep him distracted while she kept sliding her moisture over him.

Goddamn. Holy hell how could something feel so good?

There was a warning note in his head, that ominous low note that sounded in the deadened space. A warning.

The villain was coming.

"Penelope." He broke the kiss. "I'm going to--"

"Shhh," she laid her lips over his again and kept at her sorcery.

It was the Devil's reprise, a playful melody with a sinister undertone. There was a lightness to it, mischief, a smirking laugh in the darkness of his mind's eye. As its intentions became more apparent the real reality started to settle in. The instruments crescendoed to an uproarious climax right about the time he too gave way to the Devil's delight. His muscles were tense, his breathing labored, his mind foggy.

"Mmmm," Penelope said, rubbing her magical hands along his chest. His entire body tingled and he could feel everything, hear everything, maybe see everything too, but his eyes were closed. "That was fun." She leaned down and kissed his chest making him flinch as the contact of her lips sent screaming electricity through his entire body.

"Penelope." He scolded.

"Hmm? Woah, is this what it looks like?" He opened an eye seeing her rubbing cum between her fingers.

Shit, he thought. He forgot about her innocents all the time. He grumbled, tossing his arm over his face. "Yes, and it's meant to be in you not on me."

She giggled hopping off the bed. He peeked under his arm at the perfect time to see her beautiful ass disappear out the door.

"Penelope what are you doing?"

Silence.

"Pen--" Before he could finish she returned with a damp washcloth.

"Thought we should, you know," he reached for the cloth, but she moved it out of his reach. "Lay back. I'll get it."

He raised a skeptical eyebrow at her, but couldn't fight the smile that pulled up the corner of his mouth. He did as she commanded and let her wash him.

It was a strange thing really, having someone else clean you as a fully functioning adult. He started when the cool towel made contact. He opened his eyes to watch her. It was a curious occurrence and he wasn't certain he'd ever see it again. She took her time, her head fell to the side, her eyebrows quirked.

What the hell was she thinking?

When she finished up she found his eyes. She smiled with a lift of her lips.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" She wanted to know reaching over him to put the cloth on the night table.

He shrugged. "What am I looking at you like?"

She shrugged, retracting her arm to the other side of him. Before she could retreat all the way, he grabbed her neck and pulled her mouth over his. His free hand found her smooth skin, warm to his touch, her back, her waist, the soft bow of her hips, he folded her under his weight and took his time massaging her mouth with his.

She had her fun, now it was his turn.

|:|A/N|:|

Hmm, I think this is the first time there was sensual play for play's sake. Hmmm how very interesting. 

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