Eyes the color of the rarest sapphires. Lips the shade of cherry blossoms in bloom. The name ‘Mr. Pettifor’ moaned out lustily. Continental breakfast. The front of Xander’s pants tightened around his girth at the thought of his most favorite things in this world. He was hungry – so God damned hungry.

The voices around him droned on and on. Shareholders, equity, market value, mergers and acquisitions… None of it mattered. Maybe tomorrow it would, but right now it didn't. Right now all he wanted was for his tongue to be buried deep inside of Bella's cunt. It had been twelve long, wretched days since he had the pleasure of tasting his deliciously subservient fiancé and feeling her pussy sheathed around his cock. It was un-fucking-acceptable. With both their chaotic schedules, he was lucky to get to see her beautiful face before she left at the ass-crack of dawn.

An irritated glance out the window revealed the sun to be midway in the sky and shining brightly, signaling noontime. He shifted uncomfortably and readjusted himself as he mentally tried to talk his dick down. Interrupting the keynote speaker, he ordered a break in the discussion and watched as everyone filed out slowly while he hastily grabbed his briefcase and called his driver, Dante.

Seated in the backseat of his car, he tapped out a desperate message to Bella.

XP: Can you spare me thirty minutes?
Only a short time later, her response came.
MsDarcy: Are you ok?
XP: I need to see you.
MsDarcy: I’ll meet you in the employee parking lot of Lutheran Med Ctr. in 15 minutes.

He could always count on Bella to get things done in a timely manner. It was her best quality as his personal assistant. Well, not really her best quality, but one of the many that made her indispensable. He sighed miserably. The days when she was his side kick and ran all aspects of his business affairs were long gone. A dozen replacements later only solidified the fact that no one would ever compare to her.

Fifteen minutes later that felt more like a hundred, he waited impatiently in the parking lot of the hospital. After excusing Dante, he loosened his tie and slipped off his suit jacket. Just as he laid it on the seat next to him, Bella’s exquisite form came into view outside the tinted glass of the passenger window. Christ Almighty, she was a sight for sore eyes. He swung the door open widely and hastily pulled her in by her wrist.

“Xander…” is all she got out before he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and hauled her into his embrace, his mouth smashing violently down onto hers.

“No time for talking…” he mumbled against her lips while he pushed her back onto the soft leather beneath them. “I’m hungry,” he panted out, fumbling and tearing at her skirt like a starved man faced with a hearty meal.

Reaching for her panties, he tore at them viciously, shredding the satin and tossing them onto the floorboard. He pushed her knees apart and with no lead-in foreplay, he dove into her pussy, sucking and nipping at her clit as his shaft hardened painfully and strained against his navy blue slacks. The sharp intake of breath heard from her and the thrusting of her hips let him know that she was just as excited as he was. Fingers in his thick, dark hair fisted and twisted, guiding his head as he lapped at every centimeter of her sensitive flesh. He glanced up, their gazes met, held, and a prevailing sense that she was his destiny overwhelmed him. Indigo eyes shining brightly watched him pensively with a devilish smile playing on the corners of her mouth, and her long lashes fluttered wildly when he made lazy circles around her rapidly swelling pearl. It may have been lunchtime, but their version of Continental Breakfast was something he enjoyed all hours of the day.

Inhaling deeply, he savored her distinctive perfumed and aroused scent and his anticipation piqued as he clenched his jaw. Twelve un-fucking-acceptable days. Rising up, he struggled to slow his movements, casually releasing each of the buttons on her blouse, exposing her large, lace-covered breasts. Tugging the fabric down and resting her tits on the shelf of her bra, her nipples hardened, urging him to deliver a wet lick and a ravenous suck to each of them, his mouth popping when he released them. Tendrils of the deepest brown hair framed Bella’s face and he swept them away gently, kissing her forehead, then lips.

“I love you so much,” she whispered, staring up at him longingly.

He narrowed his possessive emerald-green eyes and gave her only the slightest hint of a smile. “You’d better love me. I’m the man you're going to marry.”

“What else?” she smiled as she reached a hand between them to caress his hard-on through his pants. Unsure of her question, he pinched his brows together quizzically. “What else are you going to do to me?” she clarified. “Tell me, Sir.”

A short breathy laugh slipped past his lips. “To start with, I’m going to treat you like the Princess that you are. No amount of money will be spared to give you worldly pleasures.”

She shook her head. “I don’t care about any of that.”

Xander knew she didn’t but it made no difference to him; he was going to make her the Princess of his multi-billion dollar kingdom and lavish her like one. “I’m also going to fuck you like the naughty little minx that you are. Every. Single. Day. No more of this waiting bullshit to have what rightfully belongs to me.” His husky voice dropped an octave. “Is that understood?” Her hand stilled as she pressed her palm against his shaft and her eyes widened. His gaze scanned her body to make sure he had made his point unquestionably clear before settling back on her eyes. “I mean it, Bella. I need you.” When he spoke, his voice betrayed the steely calm that he had worked so hard to maintain.

She nodded compliantly while she moistened her lips, the sparkle and fear in her eyes undeniable. Picking up where she left off, she rubbed his crotch with one hand while the other touched his cheek. An index finger ghosted across his firm lips, her eyes coming into sharp focus on them. “And I need you.”

Sitting up on his knees, he traced the rigid outline of his erect shaft. “That’s right; you do. And you need this too, don’t you?”

Skimming her hands across her breasts, her nipples puckered in response. As she rested her hands on the tops of her thighs, she opened her legs wider, submitting to his unspoken command.

The air around them arced with sexual electricity as Bella closed her eyes and whined, “Yes, I do need it. Please, Mr. Pettifor…”

God, how he loved the sound of his name spoken so passionately and damn if it didn’t have the same effect now as it did the first time he heard it.

“Look at me, Princess,” he whispered as he began to unbuckle the belt around his trim waist causing her to open her eyes. “Watch the man who loves you, fuck you.”

Continental Life, Copyright Ella Dominguez 2014