Kell did, and his friend would treat Belle the way she deserved. For now, he was just glad they were all allowing him this opportunity, this moment.
“All right, then. Come with me, Belle. The only thing I require is your promise to tell me if you’re uncomfortable at any time.” He gave her an expectant look.
“I promise,” she murmured.
“Good. I want this to be pleasant for you.”
He settled back on the chaise while Eric and Tate brought her forward. She was a beautiful, luscious gift, and he couldn’t be more thankful they were giving her to him—at least for now.
“On your knees, Annabelle,” Kell instructed. “Unzip my pants and take my cock in hand. Unlike our overeager friend there, I want you to undress me.”
Belle fell to her knees, her hands shaking just a little. Something inside him softened. Kell had grown so accustomed to subs who performed this task simply because they liked turning over their power or wanted their itch scratched in return. This meant something to her.
He took her hands in his own. “Are you scared?”
The thought that she might be afraid of him crushed Kell. He couldn’t accept her love, but he wanted her trust. It was imperative she knew that he would shelter and protect her.
“I’m nervous. I’ve wanted to be with you all for months. I never imagined you’d want me back.”
“Why not?” He frowned.
She shrugged and couldn’t quite meet his gaze. “We come from different worlds. I was your secretary.”
“Office manager,” he corrected with a little smile.
Her lips, swollen from kissing, curled up. Kell wanted to feel them on his own. Before he could bend to her, she said something that shocked him to the core.
“You’re three white guys and I’m—”
“Beautiful to the men who think the world of you?” he countered sharply. “That better be what you meant to say.”
“C’mon, Kell. I don’t have a problem with it. I know that attraction is attraction and most people these days feel the same way, but not everyone. Some of your clients might have a problem with it.”
“You haven’t seen the way some of our clients look at you then,” he said with a shake of his head because half the time he wanted to chuck them right out of the office. “All they tend to see is that we have a luscious assistant. You’re our lovely Belle. Period.”
“If anyone has problems with it, they’re small-minded assholes and we don’t want them as clients,” Eric growled. “We want you just as you are. I wouldn’t care if you were purple.”
“I would!” Tate looked at them like they’d gone mad. “If Belle was purple, that could indicate some life-threatening respiratory issue.”
They all laughed.
“Figure of speech, buddy.” Eric clapped him on the back.
“Oh. Then, what they said. I think you’re beautiful and I wouldn’t want you any other way.”
Her eyes slid away from them. “Are you sure?”
Kell tugged, pulling her into his lap and settling her head on his shoulder. “Why don’t you know how gorgeous you are to me?” He tilted her head up. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. God, Belle, you make me wish I was a better man. If you get anything out of this, know that you are everything I could ever want. I’m so sorry I made you feel bad that night in Dallas. It was about me, love, not you.”
Belle teared up. “That’s very kind.”
No, it was the truth. But words wouldn’t show her how he felt. He brought his mouth down on hers, reveling in the soft feel of her body against his. He licked at that sexy bottom lip and growled, letting her know he wanted inside. Her mouth flowered open, giving him access. Kell moved in and dominated the kiss, sinking deep and drowning in her flavor, his tongue dancing against the silk of hers.
She softened against him the minute he took control. Belle was so naturally giving, so perfect. She breathed into him, her nipples hardening against his chest. His cock, already rigid, turned to stone.
Over and over, he kissed her, caressing her back, saying without words how precious she was. She melted into him a little more. This was what she needed, to know how beautiful she was, how much he wanted her. Now that she was in his arms again, he realized that her sexual experience—or lack thereof—didn’t matter. She could have fucked a thousand men—or none at all—and she would still be Belle. That innocent light would still be a beacon to assholes like him because she was a good, lovely soul. No amount of sex would ever change that.
He brushed her lips again, then looked deep into her eyes. The connection between them tugged at something in his chest. “Belle, can you forgive me for the hurt I caused you?”