Cake Love: All Things Payne(43)

"I am happy for you Morgana. This is what you always wanted and here you are." He reaches his hand towards my face and brushes his fingers across my cheek. I flinch and turn away.

“This isn’t your office, Mr. Payne. You can’t just touch me whenever you want anymore.” I turn my head and look straight into his eyes, willing my voice to come out confident and strong. “Or steal my ideas.”

I can't tell you what I expected his reaction to be. Maybe fear that I knew or utter denial, but I never thought he would give me a small smile and nod, as if accepting this uncomfortable truth.

"Yeah, that was necessary." Henrik shrugs.

Necessary? What a bastard! He felt it was necessary to steal my idea to save his job? I suppose he also found it necessary to play with my vagina the past six months and then toss me aside like it never happened after each time!

"Fuck you!" I dig my finger into his chest and yell in his face.

Just as I am about to turn to leave, he seizes my wrist. The door to the bathroom opens and I hear two women chatting.

"Please Morgana, don't go," he whispers in my ear. His hot breath tickles the sensitive spot just below my earlobe and the heat from his mouth is like a soft caress.

His words seize me. I have never heard Henrik say please before, let alone beg. As I look back at him, I see pain in his eyes. He tugs me close so the warmth from his body cradles my skin. A shiver dances over me and heat pulsates to the tips of my breasts before causing my core to ache. His finger pushes up my chin and his lips are just an inch away.

"I miss you Morgana. I need to explain why I did what I did." He sighs and lowers his head to mine while curling his fingers around the back of my neck. His thumb rubs my collarbone and a barely audible moan escapes my lips.

He must emit some specialized pheromone that renders me helpless to his touch. I get within three feet of Henrik and my brain starts to misfire.

"You look so beautiful tonight," he whispers as his other hand trails my navy lace cocktail dress and comes to rest on my hip. His hand slowly moves back until he is cupping my ass, giving it a hard squeeze. I gasp, pulling my head back slightly to stare up into his darkening eyes.

My mouth refuses to move for fear of what might come out. I want to stop him, but at the same time, I want to tell him to never stop touching me. He knows this; it's probably written all over my face. Instead, he watches me without a sound but keeps moving, waiting for me to tell him to stop. Of course, I don't say a word.

His hand slips down and under my dress, sliding up my thigh. I'm breathing hard now, and I already know when his fingers reach their destination I will be soaked for him.

The tips of his fingers lightly brush past the edge of my lace panties before slipping inside. I moan as they slide along my slick folds. Henrik closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before opening them again. His other hand moves from my neck and curls into my hair, tugging until my head is pushed back.

The women in the bathroom have stayed by the sinks the entire time, completely unaware that we are here. Finally, I hear the front door creak open and their voices fade away. We are alone as he slips his fingers inside me. His thumb pulses around my clit.

I press my hand against the wood paneled wall and press my other hand against the stall, firmly holding me in place. Henrik stares into my eyes as his hand f*cks me. I'm starting to melt in front of him, not just from his touch, but the scent that is only Henrik. The expression of awe in his features and the look in his eyes as if I am his world, is enough to make me succumb to his skilled hand. I’m in the depths of Henrik sensory overload, and I don’t know how much longer I can last.

I close my eyes as my body trembles while I skirt the edge of my climax.

"Look at me Morgana."

My eyes fly open to see him. It's as if time reversed and I am seeing the Henrik from a month ago. The Henrik staring back at me is the same one who joked about my cake obsession, and the one who finally told his rules to go f*ck themselves. What I see before me is the Henrik who proclaimed his love to me thinking I would never run away, but I did.

In that split second, it all comes flooding into me like a lightning bolt, quick and white-hot. The awful words he said to me after we were found out. He was hurt. Henrik changed so much since I first met him, from a stubborn workaholic to a man willing to open up and be free with his heart. Well, a little more free.

My orgasm explodes and white dots fill my vision of his face as everything blurs. I moan out his name and his eyes become lost to me. He releases his grip of my hair and my head falls back. After a few moments, his fingers slip out and Henrik pulls me in for a hug as I bring my arms down from the wall.

I feel his firm arousal dig into my hip and hear him breathe in my hair. I come back to my senses and am about to pull away when he speaks, “God, I missed you Morgana. I miss this; feeling you, holding you, and watching your eyes melt in pleasure. I had to do it Morgana. I’m selfish. I needed the Mimir brothers to understand who I really am. They see me like they did over a decade ago, especially Edgar. I’m not that guy anymore, I haven’t been him in a long time. That carefree goofball died with my family that cold December night.”

Henrik gives me a tight squeeze before pulling away. He does not completely let go before continuing, "But when I met you, part of that guy came back; you brought him back. You are stronger than I am. You put up with me when no one does. If I had met me at work, I would have had me fired. I'm an *." He chuckles as I smirk.