Free Fall Into Me (Heart of Stone) by K.M. Scott Page B

directors of Stone Worldwide would be thrilled to find
out you are hanging out with some middle class girl instead of those
supermodels they like to see on your arm."
    Her
comment brought the ugly reality of Karl and the other members of the Stone
board to the front of my mind. No matter how happy I was with Nina, I had to
figure out a way to convince them that she was no threat to them or whatever my
father had done.
    "I
can see by the look on your face that I'm right, aren't I?" she said
sadly. "It's okay. I understand if you have to take one of those women to
your events instead of me."
    Pulling
her down to lay on top of me, I kissed her full on the lips. "Not anymore.
If you want to go with me, then I go. If not, then those functions can do without
me and my silent as a statue act."
    She
traced the outline of my lips with her forefinger. "How's the Board going
to feel about that?"
    "I
don't care. You're the woman I'm in love with, so if I'm going, so are you. If
they don't like it, too bad."
    "You'd
do that for me?"
    I
caressed her cheek and spoke the absolute truth. "I'd do anything for you,
Nina. Anything."

Chapter Seven
    Nina
    Tristan
and I fell asleep right there on the floor of the penthouse's living room with
the floor to ceiling windows showing the entire world our lovemaking. Naked and
in each other's arms, we held each other close as the nightlife of Manhattan
slipped away to allow the business of day to take over, but as I stirred awake,
I didn't feel his arms around me. Instead, a blanket kept me warm. Wiping the
sleep from my eyes, I looked around and saw no Tristan but an envelope near my
head.
    Smiling
to myself, I opened it and slipped the note from inside. As always, his words
charmed me.
    Good
morning, Nina. I hope you slept well. I realized when I woke up that I did
quite a number on your dress last night. You can find clothes to wear in the
closet in the bedroom at the far end of the penthouse. When you're ready,
simply take the elevator to the garage and my driver will be waiting to bring
you to me.
    I hope
you're in the mood for shopping. It's the least I can do to replace the dress I
ruined.
    Thank
you for giving me another wonderful memory.
                                                                                 Love,
                                                                                 Tristan
     
    A
man who wanted to take me shopping? I thought such men only existed in
fantasies, like unicorns and dragons. Stretching my arms above my head, I
thought about the other ways Tristan was the stuff of fantasies. Had a man ever
made me want him like he did? Those stunning eyes, that beautiful mouth, those chiseled
abs and strong arms...
    Just
thinking about him excited me. If only he was there with me so I could show him
how much I wanted him. I could only guess that making love with him first thing
in the morning would be another delicious experience.
    The
man had a way of making love that made other men seem like schoolboys. My hand
slid between my legs to stroke through my soft folds as I remembered the
exquisite sensations his cock had given me just hours before. Kicking the
blanket off my body, I spread my legs open wide and let my fingers try to
replicate the feeling of Tristan's hands and cock on my pussy. A tiny moan
escaped my throat as each stroke brought back the wonderful memories of him.
    Just
then I remembered that I was lying in front of a wall of windows and giving the
entire city a show. Opening my eyes, I saw in horror that it was late enough
that the office buildings nearby would have people in them!
    Quickly,
I gathered up the blanket and ran from the living room to the back bedroom
where he said I'd be able to find clothes. Embarrassed, I blushed from head to
toe at the idea that some poor secretary just sitting down with