Black Obsidian(31)

With that declaration, Jackson backed off. “Hmm…then, why?”

“She said she wants to take it slow. That’s all I know.”

“Sounds like she wants love and flowers. And we both know that will never work.”

I got that impression as well. She wanted a knight in shining armor, a prince charming. Maybe that was the case. But once she trusted me, I could show her a new life she never considered before. She would love it and become immersed in the darkness. Together, we could be a Dom and a sub who fulfilled every fantasy that crossed our minds. But I had to be patient and wait for the right time. “She’ll change her mind if I give her enough time.”

“And what if she doesn’t?”

The answer was simple. “I’ll walk away.”

“You would really walk away from this woman?” He raised an eyebrow incredulously. “Because you broke off your relationship with a beautiful woman and stalked her like a madman. I don’t think you can give her up that easily.”

I felt something special for this woman—there was no doubt about that. But if we couldn’t come to an agreement about this, I would have to walk away. There was no way around it. “I can. And I will.”



I stopped by her office on my lunch hour. I’d thought about her all morning and couldn’t get her out of my mind. While I was hungry for food, what I was really hungry for was her.

I stepped inside and spotted her sitting at her white desk. A mug was on the surface with the string from a tea bag hanging over the side. Her hair was done in nice curls, and her green eyes were glued to her laptop. She wore a white dress and dark pantyhose on her legs to keep them warm.

She looked up like she expected to see a customer. “I’ll be right with you—” She faltered when she realized it was me. “Oh, hey. I wasn’t expecting you.”

I wanted to keep her on her toes, to never know when I might drop by and take what I wanted. I walked to her desk then leaned over the wood, giving her a soft kiss on the lips. “Hey.” Last time I kissed her, I could taste my cum on her lips. Now they just tasted like raspberry lip balm.

She visibly melted underneath me, affected by my touch just the way I was affected by hers. Her eyes grew heavy and lidded, like she wanted to be alone with me in a cold and dark bedroom. “What a nice surprise.”

“I wanted to see if you were in the mood for lunch.” I gave her a dark look, telling her what kind of lunch was on my mind. It wasn’t Mediterranean or Italian. It was the sweet and salty entrée right between her legs. I didn’t mind eating pussy, but for some reason, I loved eating hers. It was so fucking sweet, like pineapple.

She caught my drift immediately because her cheeks blushed. “As appetizing as that sounds—”

The door opened, and Christopher walked inside wearing a designer suit and tie. He looked as if he belonged on Wall Street with his perfectly styled hair and clean-shaven face. He wore a thick jacket to fight the cold, his black dress shoes still shiny despite the sludge of the city. “Wow. I never thought I’d be so excited to see another dude.” He extended his hand and shook mine. “So, you’re seeing each other?”

Rome looked mortified by her brother’s intrusion.

“Yeah.” I returned my hand to my pocket. “It’s been a few weeks.”

“That’s so goddamn awesome.” He fist-bumped the air. “My sister is finally not a loser.”

Not that I should care, but it pleased me she hadn’t been hot on the dating scene. The fact that she made an exception for me told me I had a serious chance of getting what I wanted. And I wanted to be her one and only Dom.

“Shut up, Christopher.” Rome packed her laptop in her bag and stood up. “Otherwise, we aren’t going to lunch.”

Christopher turned to me. “You want to come, man?” The exuberance in his eyes told me he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Since he wasn’t related to Rome, I could’ve been a little threatened by him, but it was bluntly obvious he had no attraction toward her. Somehow, he really did see her as a little sister—which was why I liked him immensely.

“He can’t,” Rome interrupted. “He’s got plans.”

“Plans with you.” I turned to her, the corner of my mouth raised with a smile. I knew exactly what she was doing. She didn’t want her brother to embarrass her more than he already had, but I wanted every piece of information about her I could get. Maybe he would spill some secrets during lunch. I couldn’t miss the opportunity.

Now she glared at me.

“It’s settled, then.” Christopher clapped his hands once and turned to the door. “Let’s go to that deli just down the road.” He walked out and waited for us outside.