I'm very thrilled to say that the paperback has arrived and it looks sooo cute! Ab Fab!
Also my Franklin Mint figurine! Elizabeth's surprise is lovely!
Here, Darcy and Lizzy are dealing with this new status in their lives and well, read on!
As always, if you haven't already, read the story's front page before diving in. Tks.
BOOK 2
LOVERS
BOOK 2 intro
CHAPTER 1
Stiff upper lip
It was worst when she was alone.
When alone and upset it was almost
unbearable.
With the kids around her, pets and
household, Elizabeth managed to deal with the secret urge of being loved by
someone she couldn't have. She distracted herself with PhD chores and her
research, trying to add activities to her already busy work schedule so she
actually didn’t have time to talk to Darcy when he called.
Her guilt of getting involved with someone
she shouldn’t crippled her - especially because Darcy didn’t show any; it seemed
she was guilty for both of them.
Three weeks since she had willingly entered
the world of cheating and Darcy had called or texted her almost every day. He
was too uptight to sext but the
subliminal message was there. Did she feel fine, any soreness, he had enjoyed
his birthday tremendously, the statue was over his bedroom’s dresser in front
of his bed where it belonged, he wished he had more birthdays each year; it was
delightful to confirm that Brazilian
fruit tasted exquisitely.
That sexy voice saying those words made is
so difficult to dodge the excitement of being in his mind. It gave her a thrill
every time she considered he was erotically fantasizing about her, that he
craved her body as much as she craved his… He needed some more exercising; his
belly was positive and slightly jelly-like. “Exquisite
hips and family jewels though. Butt was not bad either. Great legs; strong,
toned, long, hairy. Brawny arms and chest... He rowed a lot, God bless that
rowing machine of his. Can such a thing be used as sex chair?...” Elizabeth
groaned and shook her head to clean her horny mind, Darcy crawled into her
thoughts the whole time.
As difficult as it was, she dodged his
attempts to get even closer, she ignored his flirts and slowly was becoming
unavailable to him – although it was a struggle for her, especially during the Holidays.
His answer at the airport worried her. It
would have been neater to let it go, it had been only their curiosity after
all. Darcy wouldn't accept that... He insisted by phone and texted and tormented
her mind. That was potentially dangerous, everyone could lose that way. Lies
piling up, deception building and ultimately, the cheater, the mistress, her
husband and his wife may all end up with nasty emotional scars.
“May
not. Will not.” She recited her new mantra.
They had simply and thoroughly enjoyed each
other, there should be no unfolding, it had only been an irresponsible adventure...
a fantasy. Long and excessive reasoning careened exponentially in her head,
migraine after migraine hit her.
It had been morally reproachable, an
indulgence that she selfishly gave herself leave to try. It had been
worthwhile, very very pleasurable, as
memorable as a hookup could be. It
happened once and would never happen again.
Even so, a week after she arrived home and
hating herself for making up stories, Elizabeth had visited her gyno for frugal
explanations and check on the morning-after pill’s side effects, bit around the
bush and accepted when the doctor prescribed birth control pills. The two women
came from way back, since they were both fresh out of the same university and had
mutual friends; had kids around the same age and after Cassandra, when
discussing birth control, they agreed it would be easier if their husbands had
a vasectomy. Her gyno didn’t probe and it made Elizabeth even more
self-conscious.
She managed to act normally with Wickham
but their sex now had a different dimension. She bit her lip not to ask for
what Darcy had done to her; how he licked, the way he held her against the
bathroom vanity or the rhythm of his thrusts. Wickham was hot, good body, nice tool and took his time but... He was not Darcy.
Darcy had those hands, strong fingers that
explored her body making every inch respond as an erogenous zone. Oh, she had
tried to duplicate the feeling in her dreams, concentrating hard,
masturbating... It was impossible, he had imprinted his power on her skin cells.
Elizabeth had entered the adulterous
encounter for the thrill, the challenge and the assurance that being the man - her Fitz - unavailable; it would be a
one-night stand. Despite his wife and her husband, she had loved to be with
him, their passionate encounter had given her a huge confidence boost. She felt
empowered, more beautiful and sexy. Desired.
Her husband desired her, but he also
admired hot women in general. For Darcy, she was the hot woman coveted and
admired. And in itself, it was so effing exciting.
It was worst when she was alone, upset and
in pain.
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Lost in her inner turmoil of not wanting to
be crazy in lust for the friend she adored, Elizabeth was surprised when her
daughter entered the room running and flopped down on the bed.
'Mom,
you should have gone with us! Dad took me ice-skating! I loved it!' Cassandra
said and started skating in bed, Elizabeth's head and knee hurting so much she
could hardly speak.
'Mom?' Tom asked entering the room carrying
a bag of truffles, his mother’s favorite candy. 'Does your leg- Dad!’ The boy
yelled. ‘Mom is not ok...'
'Babe?' Wickham asked from the hall.
The effort of not dampening her baby
daughter’s enthusiasm while the bed shook made Elizabeth's eyes water. When her
husband entered his mother's spare room with the older woman in his heels, they
both saw she was in trouble. He expelled the kids from the room in a fierce
shout while his mother called her husband, one of Wickham's former professors
in college.
'Mother is calling Young, Babe. Hang on.'
He said kissing her forehead. 'What did Nanda do?'
Elizabeth tried to breathe. 'Jumped on the
bed, really close to my knee.'
He raised the ice pack. 'Maybe coming to
São Paulo was a good thing after all.'
She pursed her lips.
'I know you wanted to stay at home, but
here Young can help you.' Wickham put the ice pack on her knee again. 'I’ll
take you for a few more tests with Deny.'
The mentioning of the guy who ditched Jane
pregnant and alone irked Elizabeth. 'In hell I will.' She mumbled.
'Babe, no more grudges.' He sighed
impatiently. 'He has a good clinic here.' Wickham took his phone and made a
call before bringing her another painkiller.
When the medicines kicked in and she was a
little groggy, Elizabeth’s phone beeped with a text from Darcy.
'Boarding. Talk to you when I get back.'
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But what if he found other weed for his garden of love?
'You are one crazy headstrong man.'
She wrote, repeating her several advices
for him not to go and send one of his hotshot minions as an expensive webcam.
'I’ll miss you too, Lizzy.'
His answer was his usual irony but it
brought a speck of doubt to her head like a fat drop of black ink in a glass of
water: was she a common weed rather
than a rose?
'Bring me a bomb as souvenir?'
'Anything for you, March.'
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'I'm glad you're better. Next week is your
last with crutches.' In floral shorts, Dr. Young buried his thumb’s tip in
Elizabeth's knee.
'Great!' She breathed seeing stars.
‘Let’s try the cane for just a few days.
People tend to force shoulder and wrist using a cane.’ He said forcibly flexing
her foot with the palm of his hand.
Elizabeth groaned audibly with the fleeting
pain. ‘How about some exercise? The treadmill?’ She grimaced.
He shook his head. ‘Swimming or hydrogym.’
She twisted her nose. ‘Acupuncture?’
‘If you feel all right, maybe even some
Pilates.’ Dr. Young said squeezing her calf.
'Fine. I need to start working out again… In
another three weeks’ time and I'll have another module of classes in Paris.'
'Hmmm...' The white haired man frowned.
'George said you shouldn't go.' Mrs. Young
twisted her nose.
'Your son is a beautician, Evelyn. I'm the ortho
here.' Dr. Young answered his wife who clicked her tongue, turned on her heels
and entered Elizabeth's apartment leaving patient and physician at the balcony enjoying
the weak sea breeze on that stuffed summer afternoon. 'Consider not going,
Elizabeth.'
She shook her head. 'If I miss this set of
classes, I'll be in trouble.' She said feeling her heart sink with the possibility
of missing a chance to meet her heartthrob.
'I’ll take another look at you when time
comes.' He said and she nodded. ‘For now, you’re doing fine. Behave or you’ll
see carnival only from this balcony!’ He chuckled as she pouted while he closed
his black medical bag.
A second later her phone buzzed and Darcy's
face flashed on its screen. It felt like she had hammered a finger. She waited Dr.
Young go inside to store his medical bag and took a deep breath before
answering the phone.
"Hey!"
"Bart!"
"Shalom!"
He chuckled. "Say ‘mazel tov’!"
"Why?"
"Congratulate me, Lizzy.” Darcy said
happy for hearing her melodic voice again after three weeks. He had wanted to
call her a couple of times but had been busy and when he did find time to
place the call, she didn’t answer. He sent texts she answered with some delay
but no text could rival to hearing her. “My business was a success, the trip
was great.”
“And you’re alive!” She teased. “In one
piece?”
“Play nice, Bart.” Darcy asked. “You know I
stayed far from the conflict. Israel is not so dangerous.”
Elizabeth sighed. Her leg was sore and she
was grumpy for being kept mostly in bed rest for the last weeks. “Mazel tov!”
“You sound different.” Darcy entered his
car at the airport’s parking lot and rested against the back seat. ‘Let’s go directly
home, Jones.’ He ordered his driver.
“A hard day at the office, King?” She asked
trying to disguise the pang of realizing he had better things to do than call
her.
“No, just landed.” He ruffled his hair. The
seven hours’ flight hadn’t been the sole cause of his exhaustion, but added to
the days working diligently and the tension caused by the belligerent situation
of the area, he was worn out. “All I want is a bath and my bed.” He said. “Got
plans?” He added in a throaty voice.
Elizabeth’s insides made a flip-flop but
she kept the facade, snorting. “I’ve been having a few problems here. Things
are a bit messy for me.”
Darcy snapped back into attention. “Do you
need money? Give me your bank account and I’ll send someone to deal with the
international money wiring immediately.” He said already searching his pockets for
paper and pen to write.
“No!”
She hurried horrified with the idea of him lending her money (that she didn’t
need) as well as him finding out her mishap. She hated to be treated like an
invalid. Her husband, mother and father-in-law were already on duty. “Not
everything is about money, you know?’”
“What is it, then?” He considered if she
was talking about her husband’s affairs. Maybe she had found out he had several
schemes when he was away from her. “Tell me so I can help you, Lizzy.”
“It’s nothing, just… life.” She sighed and
tried to change positions fearing her butt was squaring up. She winced
silently. “It’ll be ok in a few days. Tell me about your trip?”
He told her briefly about his successful
business ventures and proudly announced he had conquered his goal of doubling
his fortune before turning fifty. She congratulated him as best as she could
despite her discomfort and he chatted as much as his fatigue let him, but the
call didn’t last long.
Darcy was intrigued by her low spirits; it
was very unusual. If his hadn’t lowered considerably after he called home and
talked to his wife to discover she was had been consumed with her mother as uaual, he could have considered insisting to make Elizabeth tell him what was going on.
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Lately Darcy had been high on dopamine as
good developments were synched both in his professional and emotional life. Miraculously
his business hadn’t been bringing him problems impossible to solve and someone he
had desired only from a distance for a long time was a lot closer to him. As
close as he secretly fantasized about.
He got to know Elizabeth in the sidelines,
slowly and irresistibly. Her outgoing nature, alluring body and exciting form
of dealing with him seduced Darcy completely.
In bed, she was a hurricane. Curious,
adventurer, funny and horny. So horny it made him hard thinking she had been
his for those dreamy hours. He had done all he could, all she let him but in
hindsight, he felt he lacked so much. Next time he would do better, longer;
thoroughly love that body that took away his peace.
He knew
he caused infidelity between Elizabeth and her husband, it made his blood boil
to think that she only did it with him (aside from her husband who could not
love her properly and was chronically unfaithful). Darcy could love her, she
had told him his was the best sex she ever had.
Haughtily
he considered himself very different from her husband, a type of man who sought
other women simply to have something new, a restless player. Darcy was
unsatisfied and bored in his stable relationship but he knew that if Elizabeth
hasn’t reentered his life, he would continue to put up with his bland marriage,
occasionally searching easy emotionless physical gratification.
Compared
to Elizabeth, that didn’t feel excusable anymore.
She saw
in him more than the women he used to meet, more even than what Anne saw. Her
fine eyes shone, that delicious mouth caught in parenthesis smiled big, that
waist, those small tan lines on that golden skin, the way she moved those
shapely legs around him, lost her breath when he touched that delicious little thing… ah, that pussy.
He didn’t
say and probably would never do, but having her was one of the best fucks he
had ever had.
Since
she was married as he was, the
tangled web of irreparable mess was formed.
Elizabeth made him want to be the type of
man she desired to be with - charming, smart and sexy and for her he would be however
she wanted.
Darcy got back to work Monday morning after
a weekend resting from his trip, determined to optimize his time to be free
when she arrived back in the continent. Three weeks, that was more than enough
to make things work so he could stay with her in Paris.
Leaving the elevator at his floor’s lobby,
he met his head of security by chance. Darcy invited Hurst to his office and they
exchanged pleasantries celebrating the excellent work accomplished in Israel.
Between gourmet coffee cups, the man told
Darcy about the company’s dealings and casually asked about Elizabeth’s health.
‘What do you mean by ‘is Mrs. Wickham in good health’?’ Darcy
asked frowning; one ankle rested on the other leg’s knee as they occupied
opposing sofas at his office’s seating area. Defensive, Darcy was surprised to
remember that he was watched constantly. In the thrill of having Elizabeth, he
had forgotten reality in several levels.
The man raised both hands to him. ‘Relax,
Darcy. You know it is my job to take care of you in order to keep the company
safe.’
Darcy nodded, the frown turning into a
scowl.
‘I’m just asking if your lady friend
is feeling better after the surgery, if it went well.’ Hurst said calmly.
‘Surgery?’ Darcy sat up uncrossing his legs.
‘Didn’t you know?’
‘Speak.’
‘She had a minor knee procedure performed
by her father-in-law.’ Hurst ditched the informal conversation and judiciously recited
the report’s information he had been gathering. ‘Two days’ hospitalization in
São Paulo then she was sent home.’
‘What else?’ Darcy barked. “Things are messy.” She said and he
kicked himself for not pressing her for more explanation.
‘Not much more.’ The man said.
‘I want the whole report, Hurst.’ Darcy
ordered. ‘Take Mrs. Wickham off surveillance. I don’t want a random security
tech keeping tabs on her. If anything major occurs, I’ll let you know so you’ll
deal with it personally. Understood?’ Darcy ordered getting up to fetch his
phone from his desk.
‘As your single close lady friend, she is
black listed.’ Hurst said boldly and rose as well, ready to leave. ‘What about
her husband?’
Darcy’s nose flared. ‘Keep him but take her
off surveillance.’ He repeated. ‘Completely.’
The man nodded and headed for the door. ‘Except
her personal security.’
‘Hurst?’ Darcy asked and the guy turned to
look at his boss. ‘Her e-mail accounts should be classified as well.’
The man nodded and left.
Darcy freaked out. It was barely nine in
the morning, too early to call Elizabeth. He calculated time zones and
despaired thinking he would need to wait at least three hours before calling
her. Surgery?
He thought about those legs of hers, so
soft and warm; her long thin feet inside high heels all the time; about his
Lizzy in pain and scared. Darcy got his phone and loaded her contacts
considering waking her up in the middle of night, but before he made such
mistake his secretary called to let him know his first meeting was about to
start.
Four hours later, Darcy was anxious to
finish the meeting with his vice presidents. He joked about lunchtime and dismissed
his staff saying he would meet them at their favorite restaurant after a few
important calls. On the way to his office he fired his phone and loaded
Elizabeth’s contacts, so by the time he locked his door behind him, he heard
her sleepy voice.
“Fitz?”
“You are impossible!” He said exasperated.
“You’ve been quiet for days and now I find out you had surgery?”
“Errr… Morning?” Elizabeth answered
groggily.
“How are you doing?” He asked. “Why didn’t
you tell me anything?” He demanded.
“Wait. You called me at five to eight in the
morning to pick up a fight?” She was incredulous. “Give me a break!”
“Lizzy, I’m not kidding.” Darcy roared.
She sighed. “How did you find out?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He insisted.
“Because I’m fine and it’s no big deal.”
She said wanly, a hand over her eyes as she laid in bed feeling depressed,
afraid to move her leg and find out the night didn’t magically heal her enough
to make her knee stop hurting. “It was only bad luck.”
“Bart, I’m half thinking of flying to Rio.”
Darcy fisted his hand in frustration. “Do you need anything?” He asked. “Do you
need me?”
Since he had melted, Elizabeth pounced.
“How did you find out, Fitz?”
“It’s not important, you are.” He
sidestepped.
“Speak.” She ordered but he kept silent.
“Look here, jerk. It is illegal to spy on people. I don’t like it. Keep your
rats in their cages, I feel violated.”
“Violated?” He snorted. “I feel betrayed! I
had to find out about your health by my chief of security! When did this
happen? Why didn’t you call me right away?”
“Why? What could the almighty King do?” She
asked sarcastically. “I was running at the beach, tripped and fell twisting my
ankle and knee. It hurt like hell, my father-in-law is an ortho and decided to
operate, I’m stuck in bed for the last four weeks getting fat, bored and impatient.
If this is not in your ‘Lizzy files’, here’s an info for you: I hate being
patronized!” She ended in a roar.
Darcy chuckled despite himself. There was
the passionate Lizzy he adored. “Calm down, Bart. I’m worried sick, I’d like to
have helped. Are you still in pain?”
She sighed. “It’s been three days since my
last daytime painkiller and it seems I’ll survive. I’ll ditch the crutches this
week and finally I’ll be cleared to wander around. I hate staying in bed and
seated all the time, even my physiotherapist comes here to treat me. I’m locked
inside! The kids are in vacations and-“
“Four weeks?” Darcy barked. “You said this
happened to you four weeks ago?” He repeated. As always, her voice had engulfed
him and he got distracted, but suddenly he realized what she had said. “This
happened before my trip to Israel and you didn’t say anything?”
“Oh, fuck. I don’t have patience for this.”
Elizabeth groaned. “Talk to you some other time, your Highness.”
“Don’t you dare hang-“ Darcy took his phone
from his year to stare at her smiling face in a tank top at her balcony in Rio.
‘Bloody hell, this woman is impossible!’
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After a few heated discussions on the phone
that week and calmer ones the following two; Darcy and Elizabeth finally met
again when she arrived in Paris for another PhD program’s module. She gathered
her mileage points and upgraded her ticket to Executive class to be able to
endure the twelve-hour’s straight flight. Her leg still hurt but she didn’t say
anything, Wickham would have insisted on her not going, Darcy might have rented
a private ICU jet.
She expected to meet him in the following
week as always; only her last days in Europe were shared with him, but to her
surprise he arrived in Paris right after her. Although he was not present at
the airport when she landed, he had sent her a car and requested the hotel’s concierge
service take better care of her. That meant the same woman concierge from a few
months before. At least she didn’t have to explain this to any of her friends
because by this module, each one had a different schedule.
After
a heavyhearted hug and a lingering kiss on her cheek, Darcy was disappointed to
notice Elizabeth was awkward around him. He wanted to have her around his neck
sharing kisses like teenagers, sunny and funny as always. After their last
Paris’ days, he decided his defense mechanism of only allowing himself time
with her when she was about to leave useless, he felt he faulted her for not
helping when she needed support and also for not taking time off work to go
straight to Rio when he heard about her surgery.
With
their minds swimming, they wandered the idyllic streets of Cartier Latin until
they reached the riverbank, not touching each other but craving to. The only
material thing uniting them was the occasional cigarette they shared.
'Bad luck, that's what it was.' Elizabeth
shrugged. 'I was distracted and didn’t see the fucking hole those devilish kids
had dig. It was too hot and I was running by the sea sore-' She turned to Darcy
who nodded. As they walked side by side along the Seine, he kept looking
slightly down at her beside him. 'Barefoot, to cool off a bit. Holidays here
are icy but in Rio it's too stuffed. When it rains it's even worse…’ She
trailed off. ‘Wet sand is a good exercise… You and I had indulged in too much alcohol
and food (“And sex.” both thought) so
I was trying to run a bit longer and harder. Silly me, I should have paid
attention to where I was going...'
Elizabeth had been outrunning her guilt and
Darcy felt responsible for her injury, it crushed him. The least he could do
was take care of her and fearing she may be tired, he pointed at a small lush
cafe a few steps ahead of them.
‘Tired of walking, old man?’ She sniggered.
‘Ha. You’re with bad joints!’ He answered.
‘Let’s seat for a while.’
For both of them it felt very difficult to be
apart. They craved skin contact, to be physically close and not just
geographically.
She passed under his extended arm as he
held the door for her. 'Thanks.’ She smiled taking off her gloves, stuffing
them in her coat’s pocket as he helped her out of it. Darcy put her coat on an
empty hanger by the door and carefully put his on top. 'Is it ok here? I was
locked inside for too long, I have to see people.' She said pointing at high
stools by the window.
Darcy nodded. 'Anything you want.' He ordered
a cappuccino for her and a Darjeeling for him. 'I hope ‘see people’ includes me.'
She poked him.
'I’m still disappointed at you, Bart.' He
said looking at her intently. 'Why didn’t you call me?'
She raised an eyebrow. 'What could you do
from miles away?' Then shrugged again. 'It hurt a lot, King. Jeez, I never took
a bullet but I can imagine it must be similar!' Elizabeth shook her head and
sighed miserably.
Darcy cringed at her comparison.
'When I tripped, I twisted my knee and fell
over my leg. I stayed there letting the waves wash over me until I could
breathe again. There was no way I could walk the four blocks home, that was
clear. The couple responsible for those little devils helped me to the sidewalk
and called me a cab.’
‘Were you alone?’ He asked.
‘Mhum.’ She nodded. ‘I run early in the
morning, I often leave when everyone’s still asleep.’
He shook his head frowning. Everything was
so wrong he couldn’t decide what was worse. ‘Who helped you at home?’
‘Merci.’
She thanked the waiter and sipped the warm cappuccino. ‘Reynalda.’
Darcy frowned deeper. ‘Wickham?’
‘Although we were all in holidays' break, he
had left early for the Naval hospital.’ She said. ‘We had plans for that
afternoon, so I put ice on my knee hoping to feel better soon. One hour later
my knee was the size of a football!’ She raised her left leg and with her hands
showed him the size, he pressed his eyes. ‘I called George and told him to get
a cab home – that he hates, but what could I do?’ She raised her shoulders.
Darcy felt his blood boil. ‘When he arrived home, my knee was all bluish,
nasty.’ She sipped her drink while Darcy kept silent. ‘This feels good, doesn’t
it?’ She pointed at their warm beverages. ‘We were supposed to visit his mother
in São Paulo the next day but I wanted to cancel. Especially when I woke up
with a purple knee … He insisted and we ended up going, even though I had to
take several painkillers to endure the smallish airplane seat for one
hour. At least Dr. Young is a good ortho and helped me.’
Darcy clenched his jaw so forcefully that his
bones could be seen through his skin. He sipped his tea watching her sip her
coffee. In his chest, there were several emotions running wild, contrasting
ways to react to the ordeal his adored friend had gone through without his
support, without any support it seemed. ‘I want to take you to a specialist in
Manchester.’ He said after long minutes of silence.
‘What?’ Elizabeth frowned.
‘I know a great specialist in orthopedics;
he has an office in Manchester.’ Darcy repeated. ‘He also can see you in London,
in his Harley Street clinic.’
‘I don’t need to see another doctor. I’m
fine.’
‘Is that why you’re using flats?’ He
pointed at her feet clad in a pretty high-leg boots with a smallish heel.
‘It’s precaution. I can’t risk twisting my leg
and Paris has all this cobblestones…’ She blushed. ‘…And it protects my ankle. Do
you think it’s hideous?’
He shook his head vehemently. ‘I think you
are stunning in high heels, in that amazing black dress, barefoot, naked;
always.’ He almost reached out to touch her hair but refrained because she was
obviously distant from him. ‘Let me take care of you.’
‘No need, King. I’m ok.’ Elizabeth smiled
wanly. ‘My in-laws went to Rio e-ve-ry weekend after the surgery, and
when George is not at home it’s even more awkward to have them there… George’s
mother is… urgh, too critical. Anyway, they made sure I was properly cared for.
My father-in-law didn’t want me to travel so soon after the surgery but I feel
great. Really.’
Darcy raised his brows. He was already
suspicious of Wickham’s stepfather’s medical skills, now he hated the guy as
much as he hated Elizabeth’s husband. ‘You’ll fly with me Friday morning to see
the doctor, I’ll take you personally. Tomorrow morning my secretary will
confirm your appointment.’
Elizabeth snorted. ‘Don’t you work anymore?
Are you that rich after Israel?’ She teased him. ‘I can’t afford such an
expensive babysitter!’
‘Allow me, Bart…’ He sighed.
She felt a bit ridiculous to have entangled
herself freely in such an absurd situation of having a forbidden love in her
forties! How did this happen? She was a married woman – until a few months ago,
she believed to be a happily married one – mother, professor, researcher.
They stared at each other for long minutes,
gazes locked thinking similarly but in different perspectives.
Finally she nodded, he nodded back and she averted
her eyes to the window.
‘Why do happily married people cheat?’ She
asked her best friend breaking the barely comfortable silence.
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She nodded and looked down at her feet,
letting her sight get lost on her beautiful toe-capped dark-tan boots.
‘I guess these people didn’t realize they
were unsatisfied in the first place. Maybe not only physically but emotionally
as well.’ He said a few minutes later. ‘That’s why they cheat.’
‘So you say truly happy people don’t
cheat?’ She asked in a pained expression.
He shook his head. ‘If I were happily
married, I don’t think I would.’ He said piercing her in his powerful stare.
‘Neither would you.’ He pressed his slanted green eyes. ‘Am I right?’
She swallowed forcefully and tried to find
something to answer but no words came to her mind.
‘What’s your point, Lizzy?’ He asked still
staring, the tension between them almost palpable.
‘I’m just… never mind.’ She said. ‘This is
a mess. We are a mess.’
Instead of offering her some comfort,
telling her that everything was going to be all right or that he would give her
up, Darcy waited. He didn’t want to comfort or push her away; he wanted to have
her for himself. The problem was that they were really in a big mess and even
his formidably logical mind couldn’t find an easy way to navigate around both
of their marriages.
‘I had a lot of free time so I have been
thinking -‘ She started saying and he shook his head. Her reasoning was often
unnecessarily complicated to him. ‘No, wait, let me tell you…’ Elizabeth said
and distracted, touched the crook of his arm. There it was: the touch they had
been avoiding the whole afternoon.
Darcy immediately put a hand on top of hers
as one cradles the skin when boiling water splashes accidentally.
Elizabeth bit her lip. ‘I’ve been thinking
about why happy people cheat…’ She babbled, dazed by his touch.
‘You already said that.’
She flickered her eyes from their hands to
his face and back. ‘And how do we realize that fate has given us a second
chance in happiness.’ As soon as the words left her mouth, she cringed
inwardly. It sounded like she was proposing to the guy and that was the
opposite of what she meant. ‘No! If someone is in a good marriage, would he or
she give the universe a slot to push someone else into their lives?’ She
explained gesticulating and freed her hand from his touch. ‘If there is no
space, another significant one doesn’t find-‘
‘Bullshit.’ He cut her a bit annoyed. ‘We finding
each other many years after we lost contact is not some kind of witchcraft.’
‘You think?’ She asked.
‘Lizzy, the universe didn’t conspire against us.’ Darcy crossed his
arms over his chest and his ankles in front of him.
She rearranged herself on the tall stool
beside him, shifting her weigh from one butt cheek to another. ‘I didn’t say conspire…’ She pouted. ‘And I hate when
you patronize me.’
Darcy shook his head. ‘When you waste your
time overthinking, it usually brings you more pain than comfort.’ He raised a
hand to her so she would let him finish. ‘I’m not the one who got away. I’m the
one.’
Surprised, Elizabeth gasped and widened her
eyes. Three seconds later, she burst in laughs. ‘You are so cocky!’
He chuckled. ‘Relax, Bart. It’s just us.’
Darcy touched her face gingerly, ready to take his hand away if she moved out
of his reach – which she didn’t. Instead, she closed her eyes still smiling and
let him caress her face. ‘I’m addicted to you skin.’ He said in a low voice
leaning towards her.
She nodded. ‘Me too.’ She touched his hand
on her face and opened her eyes. ‘Do you think we can behave?’
‘Always.’ He said entwining their fingers
as he lowered his hand.
She shook her head. ‘You know what I mean.’
She held his hand between hers over her lap, her ten fingers entwined with his
five.
His slanted eyes locked hers and she knew
it would be a lost battle, especially because it was one she didn’t want to
fight - although she knew she should fight it with all her power.
Darcy rose from the stool, brought her hands
to his lips for a quick kiss in each and with a terribly sexy little smile
pulled her on her feet so they could resume their walk back to the hotel.
Little was said, no more than ‘watch out’
when crossing a street, or ‘look’ at a cat that passed them by. Without the
need for words, they entered the hotel lobby, headed for the lifts and inside
pressed just one floor – his. Hands still clasped, gloves and opened coats
still on, they walked to his door and there she had one moment of insecurity.
Elizabeth could either bring her family and
duties to the front of her mind letting reason explode in her face or quench
this thirst for this man that consumed her heart and body.
Darcy could only hope she would get in and give
him one more night. He knew she was about to end these encounters soon, he
could read in his friend’s face. At the moment, he wanted to be in her heart
but not in the common friends’ corner – he wanted the same spot she had in his.
In reality, he didn’t know exactly what he wanted to live with Elizabeth; he
only knew he wanted her in his life. When she suggested they act as if nothing big
happened after the first time they slept together, he was hurt. But above all
he was gentleman – the kind that cheats on his failed marriage, but a gentleman
nevertheless.
Elizabeth was sure she didn’t want to be a
lover, neither have one. But when he opened the door and took a step aside for
her to enter, she did.
Inside, she rested her purse on the table, took
away her gloves and furry circle scarf, shrugged out of her coat and in an instant;
he was there to help her. Darcy carefully arranged her coat and accessories on
one the small dinning table’s chairs and with the same care arranged his on
another one.
Elizabeth walked to the plush sofa in his
suite, turned on the floor lamp and took a seat. ‘Here.’ She patted the cushion
beside her and he smiled.
In tight denim pants with a matching denim
shirt, a caramel belt and the almost knee high boots, she looked casual and
sexy. He usually saw her in black and white, always in pants and high heels,
but the faded blue look enhanced her summer tan. And looking closely he noticed
a black tank under her shirts’ first opened buttons. Beautiful, but tense.
As he walked towards her slowly, Elizabeth
thought he looked a little thinner and brawnier. Was it the grey washed denim with
the black turtleneck? When they met at the university’s lobby, he had already
stolen her breath away looking so casual, with a mustard scarf hanging from his
neck under his black coat. Now, up-close, he had a lot more power over her
instinctive reactions than was safe.
When he sat beside her, she half turned his
way to hold both his hands. ‘Fitz, I can’t deny you rock my world. Since I
first listened to you on the radio, this voice of yours…’ She sighed and he
squeezed her hands. ‘And last time we met…’ Elizabeth lost her words.
‘It was incredible.’ He said in an intense
low voice that made her tremble.
‘Yes…’ She smiled shaking her head and
closing her eyes.
‘I’ve been counting days, Lizzy.’ He said.
‘We can’t.’ She shook her head again.
‘That’s why you’re here in my room?’ Darcy
gave her a patronizing half smile.
‘I’m here because you make me feel weak.’ Exasperated,
she released his hands. ‘And because I think I owe you more than a ‘sorry pal, no more hiding your bone in my
garden’.’ She said and widened her eyes for an instant before hiding them
in her hands.
‘That’s not what I wanted to say!’ She chuckled at herself and
heard him chuckle in return.
‘Bart, relax.’ He said holding her wrists
to pull her hands from her eyes. ‘It’s just us.’
When a still smiling Elizabeth opened her
eyes, she was surprised to find his face close to hers and the kiss was
inevitable.
They had been holding back for hours,
really.
It was such a good kiss, a kiss that lifted
the spirit to where it belonged. She had been daydreaming about his kiss. Even
if she had successfully convinced herself that a teenage crush should be kept
where it was buried – in the past - this man in the present… older and mature,
so sexy and such a good kisser kept her equivocating.
Darcy had been anticipating this encounter
for so long that he feared an intoxication if he took her in too fast. And of
course, there was the risk of scaring her away. He slowly tasted her mouth inhaling
her perfume, feeling the skin of her neck on the tips of his fingers, sweet kissing her until she relaxed.
Aside from their necks and her shirt’s
first buttons Elizabeth kept undone to soften the grip of her fur collar, the
early March weather’s clothes didn’t allow much more skin visible. He had some
of her incredible cleavage, but she had to run her small hands inside his
sleeves to touch him, giving him goosebumps.
To allow Elizabeth to explore his skin, Darcy
lifted his turtleneck over his head letting go of her mouth for just a moment
and continuing the slow gentle French kisses immediately. As she reached his
now muscular arm, he grabbed her left leg under her knee to bring her closer.
She winced on his lips. ‘No, Fitz…’
He lovingly caressed the side of her knee
with his thumb. ‘I know, I know, I’m sorry …’ He said soothingly before kissing
her again.
From tips, Elizabeth caressed his throat
with the back of her fingers, his chest over the simple white t-shirt Darcy had
on, passed her fingers quickly over one nipple before reaching his ribs and the
surprisingly toned abs. There, she palmed him; his skin felt firm, warm,
inviting. Irresistible.
As if reading her mind and seduced by the
sight of her cleavage, he reached her shirt’s buttons. ‘Just want some skin,
Bart.’ He whispered kissing under her ear when she tensed slightly.
How could she say ‘no’ to that? Elizabeth
could have stopped him but she wanted his touch as much as he wanted to touch
her.
The thick black tank top was glued to her chest
rendering Darcy incapable of any thought unrelated to the lovely woman in his
arms. Her breathing was a little quickened making her chest move and his loins
respond in the same intensity.
When he was a young man reading silly
flirts on a letter sent by an exciting girl from the other side of world, he
used to feel this response in his loins. Now it was sweeter because his eyes
could lock on the prize.
With the back of his fingers, he caressed
her boobs spending some time teasing a nipple as his lips found hers again. He
liked to have her locked in a kiss when she needed a deep breath to deal with what
he was doing on her boobs. His tongue didn’t leave her mouth although his lips
stretched in a cocky smile as he twisted his fingers to gently tweak her
nipple.
When he was a young man sending subliminal
flirtatious messages over hijacked radio waves to this woman, he never thought
the fine-tuning of his homemade transmitter could resemble this.
Finally content with her deep moan, he
grabbed the whole boob and squeezed once before moving to her ribs and bringing
her chest closer to his.
‘I’m addicted to your skin.’ He said in a
low voice again, giving her very short notice before he sneaked a hand inside
her top. He had been saying this to himself for a long time and when the urge
to touch her got unbearable, he tricked his mind into believing the feel of his
hands was somewhat similar to her luscious loins. ‘I am addicted to you.’
‘You hooked me up too…’ She answered
running her hand on his lower back. “I’m
here for a fix.”
Taking that as the invitation he needed,
Darcy took off his t-shirt and tentatively moved his body forward making her
lay down.
Elizabeth shifted to the side so he
wouldn’t trap her because she knew that if he did, she wouldn’t find strength
to get away. His weight over her was too delicious to resist. And boy, did he
look good. Brawny, buffer, manly, virile.
“Good
enough” he thought when she shifted. Her legs were
still crossed and he moved not to trap her like he knew she disliked. In the
process, he took the opportunity to kiss her cleavage, the scented warm valley
between those devilishly sexy boobs, the small bulges her nipples formed on the
tank, her ribs, her navel, and the low waist of her denim. One hand held her
waist in place and the other traveled up her back bringing the tank top until
it reached the bra hooks. There he stopped and raised his eyes to her face to
find her teeth biting a constrained smile and her eyes shut. ‘Can I?’ He asked.
Elizabeth opened her eyes and nodded but
grabbed his ears to bring his face to hers. After a long hot kiss, she
whispered ‘Just skin on skin’ to which he nodded back.
The aftermath was better than he first predicted
and she had to take off both tank top and bra because they constrained her arms
when Darcy freed her boobs. Now she was topless and gorgeous.
The sweet kisses resumed, also his
satisfaction in occupying her mouth while she took in deep breaths as he kneaded
her breasts. More than once, he locked her mouth in a forced kiss knowing fully
well her body was thrumming and imagining what was happening in her sex as he did
so.
‘Don’t be mean.’ She gasped when he released
her and he chuckled.
Not wanting to scare her, he stole just a
few small kisses on each nipple although he wanted to suck hard. Maybe he could
do that later if he managed to move her gently enough and she allowed him even
more skin.
Her denim was thin and comfortable, the
kind one chooses to pack for a long trip and the pantyhose under it didn’t
forbid her from feeling how hard he was or measure how much strength she needed
to caress him with her thigh. It was the first moan she seized from him that
evening.
Darcy reached down and undid his fly
buttons. ‘Skin on skin, Lizzy.’ He said and waited her reaction.
Like a moth to a flame she reached inside
his boxers to remind her touch how deliciously manly he was. The paper-thin
skin sliding over the hard center, the gentle tweak when she held it firmly,
the silky tip.
His eyes tightly shut; he pressed his lips
together concentrating on the realization of these last months’ daydreaming.
Only when the air returned to his lungs he could speak again. ‘I want to give
you more skin.’ He offered. ‘Can I?’
‘More skin?’ She asked, lost in the feel of
his hard on in her right palm and his
palm covering her left boob.
‘All I have.’ He answered and captured her
lips to prevent her from saying ‘no’. At this point, his heart was as fragile
as his restraint and a refuse from her would shatter him emotionally as fast as
the right move of her hand repeated a few times. Regretfully, he had to take
her hand away from his dick to half stand and take off his loafers, socks
trousers and boxers. Her mouth he awkwardly kept locked in his, as much as he
could. Soon he was back half-seating-half-laying on top of her and taking
advantage of his position, he ran a hand on her leg to unzip her boots and help
her out of them.
‘You are very generous.’ She teased in a
sassy smile watching the gorgeous man naked taking off her boots.
'It’s only polite to reciprocate.’ He said
but didn’t touch her jeans’ waist where he could see a thin nude silk waistband
show. Instead, he brought her hand back to his
wood gingerly reminding her how he liked to be caressed.
‘Damn you for being this irresistible.’ She
mumbled and he raised his eyes from her hand on him to her face.
‘You are not far.’ He pecked her lips and
cupped her sex over her jeans. ‘I want this skin.’ He said and lost in him – his
wood secured in her hand, his slanted eyes throwing fire, his lips, his
whispered strong voice, his hand – she nodded. He smiled simultaneously ducking
to kiss her lips and opened her jeans to insert his hand inside her warm panties.
She tightened her legs shut giving him only
access to her clit if he forced his middle finger forward – what he did. It was
a knee-jerk reaction and with it she squeezed his dick. He groaned and she apologized
for a brief moment before he locked her lips again.
In gentle little turns of the fingertip, he
managed to melt her until she opened her legs wide enough for him to try to insert
one finger in her. The long moan and big stretch that followed gave him
encouragement enough to seat up and ease the pants off her hips.
He looked at her through his lashes to see
if she would protest, but she didn’t. Darcy grabbed her pants and pantyhose’s
waist and wiggled it down intending on stopping mid-thigh but a bright blue
tape distracted him. ‘What is this, Lizzy?’ He asked running a hand on it.
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‘Kinesio tape.’
She pursed her lips.
‘Does it hurt that much?’ Darcy asked
concerned and leaned back to take off her pants completely, white small panties
threatening to distract him. Her shapely tanned leg had a big strip of tape
around her left knee coming from mid-thigh, circling her kneecap and rising
back up, plus a horizontal tape across below the knee.
‘It’s mostly precaution…’ She lied. ‘My
acupuncturist recommended.”
He ran a finger gingerly over the three
tiny bubble-shaped scars around her kneecap. ‘Friday I’ll take you to the
doctor.’ He said and leaned to kiss her knee, making her feel a rush of moist
run down her.
Darcy kissed her skin around the tape and discretely
sniffed near her panties. “Hello, little
thing. It’s so good to see you again.” He communicated silently before moving
on to her nipple for a lick as his finger returned to her pussy inside her
panties. As she moaned and arched her back, he caressed her clit and would have
successfully inserted a finger in her to pump a few times if she hadn’t closed
her legs shut instinctively.
The sight of his hand inside her panties
was almost as sexy as what he was doing. ‘I… you… We…’ Elizabeth tried to
speak.
'You moistened my finger.’ Darcy accused
and brought her hand back to his dick once more.
Elizabeth was irrevocably and literally in
this man’s hands, it was pointless to deny. A goddess vanquished by her hunger,
Persephone, that’s what she felt like. Persephone on the brink of tasting Hades’
pomegranate. ‘I…’ She started and he raised his brows urging her to speak, the
delicious slow massaging never stopping, his turgid veins throbbing in her
hand. ‘Let me moisten this.’ She proposed.
‘You read my mind.’ Darcy smiled
devilishly.
The sofa was a little too narrow for them.
‘Bed?’ She suggested and he nodded. Feeling so aroused, Elizabeth’s natural
response would be to move and seat astride him but merely using her leg for
support in order to seat up straight made her wince.
Darcy stood and leaned down to lift her in
his arms making her giggle. ‘That’s why I didn’t want to tell you-‘ He shut her
with a kiss.
The bed had several towels artfully
arranged and he had to put her down on the floor in order to take them off.
Once he did, Elizabeth pushed him backwards and he sat heavily on a chair, his
hard on proudly pointing up.
‘That’s better.’ She said smiling at him.
Darcy smiled back. ‘Condom.’ He said
hooking his thumbs on her panties to bring them down. Wiggling to help him, she
shook her head waving the dark hair around her face, held his shoulders and
moved to seat astride him. His lioness was ready to pounce on him, the prey;
there was no time to waste. ‘Don’t force your knee.’ He asked running his hands
on the sides of her legs as she grabbed a chunk of his hair to pull and upturn
his head for a proper kiss.
His hands found her butt cheeks, one of his
favorite spots in her sexy body, to direct her and his dick slid snugly inside
her pussy. Effortlessly in a perfect fit.
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Darcy held her by her thin waist and
admired her beauty, her tan lines from a bikini that covered so little skin,
only the most beautiful parts that were feasting his eyes now. With a gentle
urge he made her move and soon his adored friend was rocking over him, her
nipples pointy, her small swollen clit hinting its existence between soft dark
curls, her perfume surrounding him.
He ran a hand from her shoulder to her
belly, caressing her soft warm skin, her curves, making an effort to imprint
them in his memory. ‘Lizzy?...’ He asked and she opened her eyes bringing her
head back. Darcy didn’t have anything specific to say, he just wanted to see
her eyes as they made love.
She held the sides of his neck to kiss him,
he was more than happy to comply and let her teach him what she liked, the
rhythm she wanted him to conduct her.
‘Don’t play rabbit on me, King.’ She teased
in his lips.
He snorted. ‘You know I’m not a rabbit.’ He
squeezed her ribs making her squirm and giggle.
‘Let’s do slow?’ She asked changing rhythms
and rocking gently on his lap.
He sighed and kissed her neck. ‘Like this?’
He held the back of her neck with one hand and guided her hips with his other
on her lower back.
‘Yes…’ She moaned. ‘Give me another
orgasm?’ She asked in his ear. ‘Like the ones you gave me last time? Do all you
need to do…’
Darcy could have argued that an orgasm was
a team work and it could only be achieved if she actually let go but he
couldn’t do more than lose his own self-control.
From the chair they moved to the bed, over
towels and bedspread, for long minutes. She tried to turn him and continue on
top but a sharp pain reminded her that seating astride him in bed was
forbidden. He took care to keep her comfortable and her left leg always
stretched to the side, never under him. They hugged the whole time, anxious to
keep skin on skin until the moment between hard pumps when she stretched her
neck and moaned releasing the delicious squeeze from her ovaries.
He followed soon after; she was too
delicious to hold much longer.
And the faster he finished; the faster he
could start loving her again.
Darcy got out of her, raised her leg to
pose a soft kiss on her knee and laid down beside her, his chest still heaving.
‘Does it hurt?’
She shook her head smiling and turned on
her side to kiss his lips.
‘But you winced a few times.’
Elizabeth rolled back and stretched like a
feline. ‘Sometimes you forget your strength.’ She joked.
Darcy pursed his lips.
‘I like it.’ She smiled looking at him. ‘A
lot.’
‘You know I meant your knee.’ He said.
She frowned. ‘Why does it bother you so
much, King? Everyone who works out has injuries, it’s inevitable.’ She turned
again and moved her achy leg over his. ‘You must be working out a lot, look at
these arms!...’ She caressed his muscles. ‘Your trainer must have warned you.’
‘It bothers me because it’s you, because I
feel responsible.’ He held the side of her knee with care.
‘How are you responsible?’ She frowned.
Darcy was aware that bringing up her guilt
right after such a lovely love session was unwise, at least. ‘I wasn’t there
when you needed help. Imagine how I felt when I learned about it from someone
else.’ He scowled at her.
‘About that…’ She gave him a fierce look.
‘I hate it-‘ He held the index finger she pointed at his face.
‘I have responsibilities to my business and
I’m taken care of constantly. Obviously, you needed to be included in that
aspect of my life as well. Get over it, Lizzy.’ He said not giving her a chance
to complain. ‘I’ll be more comfortable when Dr. Negandi sees you. He was my
father’s ortho for many years.’
Elizabeth pouted. She didn’t want to be
treated like a sick child any longer, especially by Darcy who was her hot
adventure, her sex escapade.
‘What?’ He asked caressing her face with
the back of his fingers.
‘Don’t coddle me.’ She asked. ‘It’s
not sexy.’
‘Yes it is.’ He argued.
She shook her head. ‘No, it’s not. I hate
to feel like a child.’
‘You said I rock your world.’ He gave her a
sideways smile and she nodded smiling back at him. ‘And this is who I am.
You’ve known me for almost thirty years.’
‘Cocky jerk.’ She groaned.
‘I’ve brought two boxes of condoms.’ He
said.
She shook her head. ‘I’m on the pill.’
He nodded. “Good.” Condoms were a bore. ‘Dinner?’ He asked declaring the
subject closed.
She swung her legs to the side of the bed
gingerly. ‘Yes, I’m hungry.’ She said getting up slowly. “And I need a painkiller.” When she was sure her balance was fine,
she turned and found him staring at her, but not at her ass as he usually did
when they were naked. ‘Let’s go out, though. Last time we ordered in, we ended
up ordering in for days!’ She joked but he didn’t react. Elizabeth sighed and
walked to the bathroom.
After a few moments inside, she returned to
the bedroom, opened the mini-fridge and took a small bottle of water, walked to
the table where her purse was forgotten and took a small blister. Before she
could swallow a pill, Darcy was by her side. He took the blister from her hand
and examined the drug’s name.
‘Anti-inflammatory.’ He said. ‘Also a
precaution?’
She pulled a face at him, took the blister
from his hand and swallowed a pill.
He walked to his pants to grab his phone and
speed dialed his secretary ordering her to confirm the appointment for the
first available time the ortho had.
‘Let’s not freak out.’ Elizabeth grumbled
ironically.
He turned his devious stare at her and it
took her by surprise. He was actually upset, God knew what with. She took a
seat at the sofa, raised her leg (that was actually throbbing) to the coffee
table and admired him. Tall and fit, the love handles gone, naturally hairy
chest, legs shaped, muscular arms and forearms, belly tamed, exquisite dick,
nice butt… Darcy was a spectacle. She squirmed and tried to control her libido.
He finished his call, put down his phone
and visited the bathroom. When he returned, he took the hotel room service
menu.
‘The same minestrone soup from last time?’
He asked.
Elizabeth raised her brows.
Distracted, he took the phone by the bed
looking at the menu. ‘I guess we can’t have wine because of your meds. Sparkling
water with lemon?’ He asked. Only when she still hadn’t answered he turned to
look at her. ‘What are you doing?’
‘I’ll order from my room, thanks.’ She said
fastening her bra, panties already in place.
Darcy put down the phone and came closer to
her, arms folded over his chest watching her shrug into her jeans.
‘You can wince, I know it’s hurting.’ He
said.
She clenched her teeth to bite back an
answer.
‘Will you be able to walk or will I have to
carry you to your room where you can watch your knee swell alone?’ He barked.
‘I don’t have to stay here and put up with
your bad mood.’ She barked back.
‘There’s nothing wrong in my worry. This
doctor your wanker husband found you may have done a lousy job, you’ll need
company.’ He said. ‘Something else the wanker couldn’t give you.’
He mumbled.
She felt the jab almost physically. ‘I just
had surgery; it’s common to have this reaction.’ She said. ‘And yes, it’s wrong
to treat me like this!’
‘Like what, Bart?’ He sighed. ‘We had slow
sex and you already had to take a pill. I’m afraid to do all I’ve planned and
hurt you. Yes, I’m worried. I want you healthy.’
He said and she stopped buttoning her shirt
over her bra to smile at him until they both chuckled.
‘What did you plan, King?’ She poked his
chest. ‘Your mistress’ health is thwarting your horny plans, huh?’
‘Oh Lizzy, really.’ He shook his head and
the mirth was gone.
She sighed, finished buttoning her shirt
and walked closer to hug him. ‘Fitz, I’m fine. I swear.’ Elizabeth released him
to kiss her crossed fingers. ‘I had an arthroscopy less than two months ago,
it’s too recent. I can do sex upside down and eat you alive, what I’m very tempted
to do-‘ She smiled coquettishly at him before biting his right pectoral
increasing her strength until he complained. ‘You look incredible.’ She smiled
looking up at him and he couldn’t resist but reciprocating. ‘All this from
rowing?’ She asked.
He shrug. ‘And training…’ He mumbled,
kicking himself for letting her melt the fight when he was right.
‘Mmmm… the rowing machine you bought?’ She
asked and he nodded. ‘Can it be used as a sex chair?’ She bit her lip and he
raised his brows high. ‘It’s a love machine!... These arms…’ She caressed his
upper arms. ‘Those legs…’ She lowered her hand to caress his thigh but bumped
into his growing erection. ‘Mmm… maybe I’ll stay for dessert!’
Before she could close her fist around his
shaft, he held her by her arms and took a step back leaning forward to align
their faces. ‘You know I’ll let you seduce me. That doesn’t change anything.’
He raised a finger to her as she frowned and took air to complain. ‘You don’t
want an argument, fine. I don’t want to waste the time we have together but-‘
He glared at her. ‘You’ll let me take care of you.’
Elizabeth could pout and complain if it
wasn’t a very pleasant thing he was offering. Overbearing and obnoxious at
times, Darcy was very attentive to her, adorable even. His crime was to want to
do too much, in opposition to Wickham who was always a bit too late to
accomplish too little.
She shook her head smiling. ‘I never said
you couldn’t, Fitz. It’s that you won’t listen to me.’
He came closer, unceremoniously unbuttoned
and to prove a point, lowered her pants past her knees where it was visible
from the sides of the kinesio tapes that she was swallowing.
‘It happens…’ She repeated.
He kneeled to help her step out of her
pants. ‘Lay down.’ He ordered and when she frowned, he repeated in a more
forceful tone.
Pouting like her daughter, Elizabeth laid
down in bed arranging pillows on her back and watched him rummage the
mini-fridge still naked. He came to her with a soda can and a towel from the
floor where they had thrown it during their lovemaking.
Carefully he arranged a pillow under her
knee, the can over it looking at her face so she could show him the best place
to ease her discomfort and finally wrapped a face towel to secure the can in
place. Then he picked up the phone again to order dinner and an ice pack.
Even though she was heart warmed by his
care, Elizabeth kept dreading the moment he would lie beside her, turn on the
TV and act like this was a marriage. Last time they were together, they rock
and rolled the entire suite and now… old couple having soup in front of the TV
while Paris dazzled interesting people outside. She wanted to cry out of
frustration.
‘I really have to go, Fitz.’ She said and
the look of surprise and sadness in his eyes made her chest ache. ‘I have
classes in the morning that I can’t miss. Friday I’ll have morning classes and
was planning to spend the afternoon at the library but if you insist in this
appointment-‘
‘I do.’ He said.
‘Ok. But I have to go.’ She repeated.
‘No.’ He shook his head, making a big
effort to control his speeding heart. Almost three months waiting to spend time
with her just to scare her away on the first night. ‘You need me.’
She was going to keep arguing but his phone
buzzed and he hurried to take the call. “Ah, Dr. Negandi, good evening. Yes, I
appreciate your call. She is fine but her knee swallows when she walks long distances.”
Darcy said on the phone and Elizabeth raised her brows holding her laugh. “She uses
those colorful tapes around her knee like a spoon, also just took a…” Darcy
walked to the table and rummaged her bag to her shriek of complain. “Diclofenac.”
Darcy raised his eyes to her. ‘How many have you been taking every day, Lizzy?’
He asked. ‘Don’t lie.’
Elizabeth squinted at him and he raised his
brows urging her to speak. ‘Two. Morning and evening.’
“Two, Negandi. Mhum, ok. Five pm is
excellent. Until Friday, then. Good evening.” Darcy finished the call, threw
the blister back in her purse and walked to her side. ‘Dr. Negandi said you can
keep taking this pill if it gives you comfort, but not for long.’ He checked on
her knee and then her forehead. ‘He said ice is the best treatment and if you
have no fever, you probably can wait until Friday when he’ll be in London.’
‘So basically I was right.’ She gloated.
‘Basically, you’re waiting for a consult.’
He said. The doorbell rang and he moved to answer it completely naked making
Elizabeth wonder if he would put on his pants with no underwear like the cliché
for handsome men but he was too uptight for that. He put on his boxers and a
bathrobe from the bathroom.
Since she was half-naked, Darcy didn’t
allow the waiter to enter and balanced the heavy tray from the door to the
small round table on his own. ‘Let’s have dinner, Bart?’ He invited.
Nodding, she took away the can and with
some difficulty moved to get out of bed. He came closer and held her by the
waist helping her to the table, arranged a chair for her leg and placed the ice
pack neatly over her knee.
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| cheforopeza |
Before giving in to his fatigue, Darcy made
sure to check on her knee and was satisfied to see that it was only reddened
from the ice pack contact and the swelling had subsided.
---
Delightedly surprised, Darcy was awakened
by Elizabeth’s loving touch on his morning wood.
‘I don’t feel well, Fitz.’ She whispered in
his year. ‘I feel hot.’
He blinked not believing his luck. ‘I’m
here to help you.’
Elizabeth moved with difficulty and threw
the comforter from him.
Bemused, he scratched his eyes. ‘Why this
violence?’
‘I’ve
got a fever that’s so hard to bear…’
She turned to trail kisses from his ear to his chest purposefully bypassing his
mouth.
Gently, he raised her face for a kiss and
maneuvered her slender body to lie on her stomach. ‘You have no idea of how
much I dream of this ass, Bart.’ He said caressing her butt until she squirmed
and passing a hand around her hips found her clit. She moaned and moaned while
he caressed her, his hand pressed between her pubis and the mattress, her legs
crossed at the ankles. When she turned and asked him to work his magic on her
breasts, he took a pillow to rest her knee first. After he satisfied her, he
returned her onto her stomach again. ‘Does your leg ache?’ He asked caressing
her inner thigh, very far from her knee.
‘No.’ She whispered.
‘Let me know if I hurt you.’ He kissed her
shoulder blades and lifted her left hip to take the impact from her injured
side. ‘Your ass makes me insane.’ He whispered reaching his other hand to
caress her already drenched pussy and guided his dick inside with a groan,
moving slowly and carefully.
Adjusting her position, Elizabeth laid on
her right side and opened her legs wider to find balance while turning her head
back to watch him half-laid on her back and moving into her. It was nice, she
had fun – not as much as he had though, and her climax was average, un-King-like. Spooning was nice but with
the awkward leg position… or maybe it had been his exaggerated care.
‘Do you feel better, my adored?’ He asked
when he laid by her side, sweaty and smiling.
‘Mhum.’ She answered.
‘But not as good as last night.’ He affirmed
and she widened her eyes: he had noticed. ‘Here, let me give you a hot bath.’
He smiled sideways at her.
Thirty minutes later, Elizabeth was
cleaned, properly sexed up and ready to go to her own room. Classes started in
less than an hour.
---
Darcy’s driver took Elizabeth to and from
university making sure she didn’t walk a meter more than was necessary. He
checked on her five times during the day and was waiting for her at the hotel lobby
when she arrived that evening.
‘Don’t you work?’ She sniggered.
‘I am working. I have a conference call in
twenty minutes.’ He said holding her hand as they walked to the elevator and he
pressed her floor number. ‘Stop by your room and get whatever you want. I need
to return to mine.’
While she took a long bath immersed in warm
water in his bathroom, he took the conference call. She wanted to go out for dinner
but he didn’t let her tire her leg unnecessarily.
A warm meal, a hot sex night and they went
to bed spent.
“…
As we break and we bent
We
turn it inside out…”
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