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  When she went to take a step back from him, looking very much like she was going to flee, he reached out, grabbed her wrist and dragged her against him, knocking her off balance so she stumbled and fell into his arms. He pulled her into the suite and slammed the door shut behind her.

  He roughly shoved her against the door, his hands coming up, palms flat, either side of her head as he leaned forward, noticing the flash of fear in her eyes. He was scaring her, but he couldn’t stop with his behaviour. He was out of control, she drove him that crazy.

  “I asked you where the fuck have you been?”

  “You left me I didn’t want to stay here alone.” She whispered at him and Eric saw that she had started to tremble.

  He cursed. “For fuck sakes Natasha, I left you a note. I had to go, there was a problem with the London office ok? Carmichael flew out here especially to meet with me.” He didn’t bother pointing out that it had largely been a waste of his time. The problem could have been sorted through emails and Skype anyway. “What the fuck was I supposed to do? Tell him I was too busy fucking you?” He slammed his hand hard against the wall next to Natasha’s head and she jumped, recoiling from his violent outburst.

  It became like some sort of Mexican standoff with them both eyeing one another before she suddenly raised her hands and pushed him hard, her palms flat against his chest. Her actions took him by surprise and he staggered backwards, just before her hand slapped him across the face.

  He looked at her in shock, registering the pain in his cheek. Damn but she didn’t hit like a girl either and once the surprise at his PA showing a display of violence wore off, then his anger came to the forefront again.

  Suddenly though she turned on him, bristling and spitting like a little wild cat. “How dare you talk to me like that. I went out, you weren’t here, I chose not to stay here on my own, so YOU fucking well get over it.” Natasha screamed in his face and instantly he was aroused. Fuck but she was sexy and having her raging at him was a massive turn on, with her eyes flashing at him, the blue green appearing brighter when she was angry.

  Still, he wasn’t happy with her slapping him and his cheek felt like it was on fire from where she’d hit him. “Don’t ever hit me again and don’t fucking well raise your voice at me.” He ground out softly, his voice trembling with his barely contained rage.

  Natasha surprised the hell out of him by snorting at him. Fuck her, she snorted at him, her eyes defiant and challenging him and as his cock hardened, desire surging through him like a bush fire in strong winds, he dropped his head, slamming his lips down on hers, reaching for her to pull her into his arms.

  She wasn’t happy with him and began to struggle, trying to tear her lips from under his, but he was out of control, his body running on adrenalin and lust. There was no way he could stop now. He had to have her, he had to bury his cock inside her to bring some relief to the needs swamping him.

  He pinned her against the door, his hips thrusting as he ground his erection into her. He changed tactics, his tongue caressing her mouth, trying to coax a response from her and finally he felt Natasha’s body relax, she stopped fighting him and he groaned when she began to kiss him back as hungrily as he was ravaging her mouth.

  Her hands came up running over his chest and Eric groaned again, desperately trying to hang onto the last thread of his self control. She pushed his shirt off his shoulders but since his arms were holding her, the shirt wouldn’t fall off him and impatiently he shook it free before reaching for her again.

  He nibbled his way along her neck and gasped when Natasha tugged on his nipples. Dammit but he needed to fuck her now. He was so hard, it was painful and his need for her was gnawing at his gut until he thought he was going to go crazy.

  With Natasha’s hands roaming over him turning him on with every touch, he knew he had to be inside her and when she gasped “Eric.” At him in a needy, thready voice, he squeezed his eyes shut tight, his teeth coming together in an effort to not turn into some sort of an animal with her.

  His hand dropped down the front of her and he pulled the hem of her dress up, pushing past her g string until he could plunge two fingers deep inside her. She moaned and he groaned. “Fuck baby, you’re so wet. Dammit, I can’t wait, I need you now.” He grabbed her g string, tugging on it until the fabric gave way and he threw it to the side now he’d reduced her panties to nothing more than a scrap of fabric.

  Hastily he pulled down his fly, thankful that he had gone commando and shoved his jeans down over his hips. He grabbed Natasha, lifting her until she was pressed up against the door. “Wrap your legs around me.” He told her and she complied, her arms wrapping around his neck to give herself more support. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, he was so fucking turned on right now, he wasn’t sure he’d last longer than ten seconds once he was inside her.

  He pressed his throbbing cock up against her soaked pussy, his lips finding hers again, just as he thrust hard, burying himself deep inside her, not stopping until he slammed against her cervix. He paused, breathing heavily as he fought for control.

  Another groan was ripped from his throat. “Oh hell baby, you feel so good.” He pulled almost all the way back out of her and slammed in again before keeping his body still, breathing heavily, desperately trying not to explode.

  Natasha’s touch in his hair, tugging lightly while her pussy clenched around him sure as fuck weren’t helping his self control. She pushed against him, trying to move, obviously wanting him to fuck her and not just stand there impaling her and the tiny bit of friction against his cock almost made him come apart. “God dammit Natasha, keep still. No fuck it, you’re driving me crazy.” He growled. Fuck, she was royally screwing with him. He wanted to move, he needed to move, but fuck it, if he did he wasn’t going to last very long at all. Damn, what was it about this woman that got him all fucked up?

  The need to thrust became too strong and he pulled out before driving back up into her again. With a loud growl, he gave in to his overwhelming, all consuming need and lunged hard again and again, working her up the wall with the force of his driving hips.

  Faster and faster he thrust until he was pounding into Natasha, out of control and grunting like an animal, but he couldn’t slow down or stop and for the first time, he wasn’t sure he could put the time and effort in to make her come before him. “Shit, shit, I can’t hold back, I can’t wait for you.” He warned her and with a couple of really hard, violent thrusts, he lost control, feeling like an erupting volcano as he came over and over again, pumping her full of his cum, feeling it flood her deep inside and coating the length of his cock buried inside her. Fuck but it felt amazing. Something seemed different, the sensation almost blowing his mind, but his brain was fried and now that the crazy desire clouding his mind and controlling his body had eased, he needed to concentrate on making it fucking amazing for Natasha.

  Before he started to lose his hard on, he began to move rhythmically while shifting one hand down to rub her clit with his thumb and with a loud scream she came, her sweet inner muscles clamping down around him, dragging another tortured groan from his throat.

  Natasha’s nails dug into his shoulders and she tore at his skin like a wild cat. He grunted against the pain and bucked into her one more time feeling her pulsate around him, her muscles milking him until he was drained.

  He felt her legs start to slip from his waist and he tightened his grip on her, sinking slowly to the floor, taking her with him until he sat on the thick pile carpet, holding her on his lap, reluctant to break their connection just yet.

  “Fuck, that was amazing.” He kissed her temple and buried his face against her sweat dampened skin, breathing in her sweet scent which was heightened by her perspiration.

  “I know it was wonderful.” She panted, touching her lips to his briefly, her grip around his neck tightening and they both sat in silence after that as the sound of their heavy breathing filled the room.r />
  Eric could feel her heart pounding hard against his and it pleased him that she was just as affected by their love making as he was. He felt her fingers caressing the damp hair at the back of his neck, before slipping through his sweat soaked hair and he closed his eyes, loving the feel of her hands on him until she dropped them to his shoulders and suddenly his flesh was stinging, making him flinch away from her touch.

  Natasha pulled back when she must have felt his reaction and her gasp made him lift his head to look at her. She was staring at his shoulders in horror. “Oh my god.” She gasped.

  He looked from side to side at the deep furrows on his shoulders where dried blood had congealed in all of them from her fingernails and he couldn’t help smiling, feeling a little cocky that he’d given her so much pleasure she’d reacted the way she had and torn him up. “Seems you’re a little wild one, aren’t you?” He couldn’t resist teasing her and his smile broadened when she blushed and dropped her head.

  Eric watched her and his heart swelled with his growing love for her. She was just so damned adorable when she blushed, but he didn’t want her uncomfortable for leaving her mark on him as a sign of her passion. “Don’t be embarrassed baby. It was hot, you’re hot, that was amazing. It felt so damned good. I’ve never felt it so intense before, I was out of control.” He tried to reassure her.

  Their eyes met and held for several moments before finally that little voice inside Eric that had been nagging at him quietly, suddenly made itself heard to him loud and clear. FUCK! He hadn’t used a condom. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Never in his entire sexual life had he ever forgotten one. How could he have been so damned stupid? “Because you were angry and you wanted her so bloody much you idiot.” The voice inside him answered.

  He lifted Natasha off his suddenly soft cock and sat her down on the carpet before falling backwards until he lay prone, one hand raking through his hair as his brain tried to digest the enormity of what he’d done, or in this case, fucking forgotten to wear, as in a fucking condom.

  Natasha leaned over him, concern showing in her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

  Eric lifted his hands from his face to stare up at her worried expression. God, how to tell her he might have just fucked up her life. “I didn’t use a condom.” Contempt for his own stupidity was evident in his voice. “I can’t fucking believe it. I never forget a condom. I’ve never had sex without a condom. You drive me crazy, I was so frustrated when I came back here and you were gone. I couldn’t get you on your phone and I was going nuts. I saw you, you had to get all sassy and smart with me and I just lost it. I’ve never been inside a woman bare, it felt fucking amazing, but it was a mistake, it was a big fucking mistake.” He groaned, despair swamping him. “You can’t get pregnant, I can’t deal with that.”

  Natasha was silent for a while. Probably plotting all the ways she was going to kill him and he couldn’t blame her. Finally in a soft voice she said. “I might not be pregnant.”

  He raised his head to look at her. “When’s your period due?” Maybe there was a chance they could get out of this without it fucking up both their lives.

  Eric could tell she was trying to work it out in her head. “It’s due in about a week’s time. A day or two after our time here is over. I should be fine, you don’t need to worry and anyway I would never expect anything of you so you can stop stressing.”

  The trouble was her words weren’t helping. He was stressing. No way in hell could he become a father. He wasn’t cut out to be one. He’d had a shitty Father who managed to make every day of his life a misery, up until the bastard died drunk at the wheel anyway and his Mother’s steady flow of potential new husbands had made no secret of the fact that they might want her, but they sure as hell didn’t want him. How could he be a good father when he’d had no example set by any man during his childhood? No one wanted him. No one had loved him, he was bad, he was a bad seed and any child of his would carry his genes. He wouldn’t wish that on anyone. No, no fucking way could Natasha be pregnant and certainly no fucking way was she going to have any child of his.

  While he lay on the floor deep in thought, Natasha got up and walked off, heading for the bathroom. Sensing she was upset, he leapt up and grabbed her arm. “I’m sorry. I should never have put you in this position. I hope you’re right. Becoming a father is not something I intended doing anytime soon. You have to promise me you’ll tell me what happens, whether you are or aren’t pregnant, ok?” His eyes searched her troubled blue green eyes. “If we’re unlucky and you are pregnant, I’ll take care of it.” He told her, just wanting to ease the look of distress he could see on her face.

  She tensed. “What do you mean? Take care of it how?”

  Eric pulled her closer. “An abortion of course. I’ll pay for you to have an abortion. I don’t think either of us are ready to become parents.” He smiled at her, trying to make her feel better.

  After staring into his eyes for a moment, she pulled free from him. “I need to go to the bathroom.” Her voice was strained and he watched her walk away before fastening his jeans and pulling his shirt back on.

  Damn, but he’d fucked up everything with her. He could tell something was wrong with Natasha and it had to be that she was sick with worry that she was going to fall pregnant. “Fuck it you fool. What have you done? Couldn’t keep it in your fucking pants could you?” He chastised himself.

  Still frustrated with his behaviour and his animalistic treatment of her, he walked over to the lounge and threw himself down on it. Finally she emerged from the bathroom and he watched her dig around in the bags he’d forgotten she’d had on her when he’d grabbed her and had unprotected sex with her. She pulled out some tiny scrap of pale lavender fabric and slipped it on. “Well you did tear her panties right off her in your impatience, didn’t you?” That little voice in his head reminded him.

  He climbed off the lounge and walked up behind her where she was smoothing her dress back down and he closed his arms around her pulling her back against him. Carefully he brushed the heavy mane of her hair over to one side and touched his lips against her neck. “Are you ok? I’m sorry, I’m sorry I got so freaked, but this is something I’ve never had to deal with before. We’ll worry about this only if we have to, but you have to tell me when you get your period, or if you are pregnant, ok?” He kissed her behind her ear, feeling the tiny shiver through her body at his gentle touch.

  “Ok.” She whispered. “I need a shower. I’m all sticky and I went to Bondi Beach and the salt spray on my skin…” Her voice trailed off as he moved his hand down sliding it up under her dress, his fingers tracing the fabric of her new g string, finding the gold chain that ran between her buttocks. Holy fuck! What the hell was she wearing? Whatever it was, it was designed to drive him mad with lust obviously and his damned cock was in total agreement with him as he felt it stirring in his jeans.

  Suddenly curious about what she’d been up to all day he asked. “Where on earth did you go today? Where did this come from and what the hell are you trying to do to me wearing something like this?” Unable to control his hands he ran his fingers down her sweet arse, following the path of the chain until it met the delicate fabric which he pushed aside to slip a finger into her pussy. Fuck but she was wet and he felt a stab of guilt because he was partially responsible for her being so wet. Despite his terror that she could get pregnant there was a part of him, that chest beating caveman part that secretly liked knowing he’d marked her. She had his essence in her, the smell of his cum rising from her. He really shouldn’t like that, but he did.

  Using the moisture from her pussy he began to circle her clit, rubbing his fingers over it and around it, listening to the hitch in her breathing which rapidly turned to her panting in short sharp bursts. While he worked her clit with one hand, he moved the other up the front of her until he could cup her breast, plucking at the nipple through her dress until it was hard.

  His cock h
ardened as he watched and felt her reaction to his touch, groaning to himself when she pressed back against him. Damn but he wanted her again but he couldn’t. Reluctantly he put a gap between their bodies. “No Natasha this is for you only.” He said softly, working his fingers faster over her clit, delving into her wet pussy and back again while his other hand continued to caress her breasts.

  He felt her tense, her breath catch and he knew she was close. “Come for me sweetheart.” He whispered in her ear, tugging on her nipples and plunging three fingers deep inside her while his thumb grazed over her swollen clit.

  She cried out, her hips bucking and he felt her muscles close around his fingers, tremors racking her body, her breathing choppy. He kept his fingers buried inside her while she clenched and fluttered around them, her juices flowing over his hand. Fuck but she was beautiful. He was never going to have enough of her, he was never going to stop wanting her. He loved her, fuck it scared the crap out of him, but he couldn’t fool himself anymore, although his monumental mistake of forgetting a condom had shaken him up because loving her didn’t mean he wanted to be a father.

  Once Natasha’s tremors had eased and her breathing returned almost to normal, he removed his fingers from her pussy and trailed them over her lips, watching as he tongue came out sweeping over the full curve of them, licking up her own juices. Fuck, it was the sexiest thing to watch her. He then slipped his fingers in his own mouth and licked them clean, not breaking eye contact with her as he did so.

  Finally he pulled her into his arms, his lips closing over hers, his tongue pushing into her mouth to deepen the kiss. He felt Natasha respond but he removed his lips from hers before it got out of hand. “You said you wanted to have a shower. Alone or can I come in too?”

  “It depends. What are we doing for dinner?” She asked.

  He grinned at her. “Well, if someone had been here when I got back, she would already know I have dinner waiting in the fridge.”