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"Are you OK?" said Darren quickly.

"Do that again," she replied.

Estielle couldn't help but moan as she felt gentle licks run the length of her vagina, but she had to suppress a scream when she suddenly felt his lips suck down on her clitoris, she screwed up her face, feeling a buildup of warmth in her very core before powerful waves of energy released all at once, this time she couldn't help but scream, arching her back, and grabbing the sheets, she felt liquid seep out of her, only to twitch and shake as Darren started licking it all up again.

Her head was still swimming, and her muscles still twitched when Darren moved up to kiss her.

"What was that?" she asked, between his kisses.

"What do you mean?" asked Darren.

"That feeling... I've never felt that before," she moaned.

"That was an orgasm... Wait... You've never masturbated?" Darren sounded almost shocked.

"Pleasures of the flesh are forbidden for angels," Estielle sighed, "I've never felt anything like that before."

"Well... do you want to continue?" asked Darren.

"Oh God yes," smiled Estielle.

Darren leaned down, kissing her again, while reaching down, grabbing his erect cock he pressed it to the entrance to her soaking wet vagina.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

Estielle pulled him back into the kiss, wrapping her legs around his waist, she held him firmly. Darren needed no further instruction, slowly pushing forwards, moaning in delight feeling her warmth wrap around him. Estielle's eyes shot open, gasping as if in pain, but pulling her legs tighter and gripping Darren around his neck, hiding her face in his shoulder. Darren sighed with satisfaction when he slid all the way in, he could feel Estielle trembling slightly beneath him, but with her face hidden, he wasn't sure how she felt. Bending to kiss her neck gently, he slowly withdrew half his length, and slowly slid back in, enticing a small squeak from Estielle, satisfied, he picked up a slow comfortable rhythm, sliding in and out as he listened to her squeak and moan underneath him.

"I.... I'm... Going.. toooo," Estielle stammered.

She arched her back, letting out a quiet scream, Darren could feel her muscles clenching around him as she came, this was all the stimulation he needed to follow suit, gasping as he pumped into the most beautiful woman on earth. He slowly pulled himself free from her warm depth, rolling over, he pulled Estielle onto his chest where she rested, breathing heavily, her sapphire eyes half closed, a look of utter content on her face.

"We need to do this again," she said with a grin.

Estielle never heard his reply, falling asleep almost as soon as she said it, Darren gently pulled her closer to him. The sun was already up when Estielle woke, she was alone, but could hear running water, Darren quickly reappeared.

"Good morning Estielle," he said, beaming.

"Good morning," she replied, rubbing her eyes.

Before she could open them, she felt strong arms quickly lift her from the bed, she giggled at the sudden action, and as she opened her eyes, Darren was staring at her with a soft smile. Pulling his head down, they kissed gently, before Darren carried her into the bathroom, lowering himself first, then Estielle into his huge, bubble filled bath. Estielle groaned in pleasure, feeling the hot water run across her skin.

"Thank you," she said dreamily.

"It's my pleasure," replied Darren.

He released her, allowing her body to slip into the moulded seat below the waterline, Estielle barely had time to pout before Darren pressed his thumbs into the soles of her feet, immediately, she moaned, rolling her eyes up, sinking further into the water. Darren started with a simple foot massage, grinning as the angel before him couldn't help but twitch under his grip. He slowly worked his way from her feet, up to her calves, watching her expression fall into complete bliss he made his way up to her thighs, careful not to touch her erogenous zone while working her muscles with both hands.

With a giggle, Estielle found herself flipped onto her stomach, she pulled her arms to the edge of the bath and rested her chin on them, as Darren worked the muscles in her buttocks and finally up her back ending his minstrels with a gentle kiss on the nape of her neck. Estielle sighed in content before feeling something poke her in the back and without a second though she reached back to grab it, her eyes shot open as she realised what she was holding, it was firm, yet covered in a soft layer, warm and she could feel small pulses... a heartbeat...

"Careful there," Darren said softly, "you... Ah... Might wanna let go of that for now."

"Do you... WANT.. Me to let go?" Estielle cooed, turning her head around to stare at him with those gorgeous sapphire eyes.

"I... Ah... " Darren stammered.

Estielle giggled, giving Darren's cock a few gentle tugs, causing him to lose his train of thought.

"You're not going to stop... Are you?" asked Darren.

Estielle just smiled, squeezing gently, Darren just grunted, pulling back, he quickly lowered himself, Estielle's legs were already open, he took only a moment lining himself up with her opening, before slowly pushing forwards. He groaned, feeling her lubricated warmth wrap around him again, Estielle gasped in delight, pulling her legs wider, inviting Darren to push in as deep as he could.

Darren leaned forwards, wrapping his arms around Estielle, kissing her shoulders and neck, before sitting back, pulling Estielle up out of the water and sitting her on his lap while he got comfortable in his seat. Estielle didn't know how to respond, she was sitting upright, leaning back on Darren's chest, feeling his full length inside her, she blushed, but it just felt... right... The familiar tingles ran across her skin as he kissed her neck from behind, one hand wrapping around her waist before she felt his hand cup her breast, firmly squeezing it, she couldn't' help but let out a small moan. Before she could think, his other hand wrapped around, before his hand curved down, and gently started rubbing her clitoris, tiny rods of electricity seemed to shoot into her now, making her squeak and twitch, the movement of his cock inside her caused even more pleasure. She decided that's what he wanted then, rolling and rocking her hips experimentally, she found a rhythm she enjoyed, rolling her hips forward and back with a slight hop in between.

"Please don't stop," she begged.

Her legs began to sag as she felt heat rising from her core, but Darren was expecting this and started thrusting up to continue her pleasure. With a drawn out cry, Estielle pulled Darren's hand from her crotch, placing it on her other breast, squeezing them tightly while her vagina began to spasm, Darren milked her orgasm further, by gently squeezing her nipples, smiling is satisfaction as she let out tiny squeaks in time with her pulsing pleasure.

"My turn," said Darren.

"Wait!" Estielle cried.

Darren was worried for a moment as Estielle tried to stand, but she quickly turned around before sinking back onto him, groaning with pleasure. Darren pulled her into a kiss, their lips meeting, they both tasted each other, rolling their tongues together while Darren started short, hard thrusts up into her tight hole. Darren only lasted a minute before he had to pull away from the kiss, pumping himself into Estielle's warmth, she realised what was happening and started bouncing herself, almost immediately coming a second time, her body desperately trying to milk his.

Darren pulled Estielle tight against his chest, wanting nothing more than to feel her skin on his.

"I'll change your card so my door will open for you," he said sheepishly, "keep some clothes in my cupboard if you like, that way you won't have to go back to your room to change."

"What about... my room?" Estielle asked.

"It's yours to do as you wish," Darren said, pulling her even tighter into his embrace, "you can do whatever you want."

Estielle smiled, "I want to stay with you," she said softly, "you make me happy."

Darren laughed, a deep powerful laugh, until red tears began to form, "I lo... you make me happy too," he said quickly, splashing water on his face to wash away the tears, "go on, grab some clothes, I'll sort some breakfast," he said quickly.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Standing up, he still didn't release his grip on Estielle, only sliding his limp member from her as he placed her on the tiled floor, Estielle turned to grab a towel only to find herself pulled back around and kissed by Darren. But with a sigh, she finally dried herself off, and wrapped in a bath robe she quickly left to get some of her belongings. Darren dried himself off, finding some comfortable pants and a shirt, he pulled out his phone, updating the Estielle's security clearance, she could now access every room in the building, including his. Satisfied, he opened his cupboards moving a few things around and clearing some drawers for Estielle.

"Good enough," he said.

Walking quickly from the room he made his way to the dining room where Patricia sat drinking a coffee.

"Good morning," Darren said cheerily.

"what's got you all chipper this morning?" Patricia raised an eyebrow.

Before he could respond a young woman entered the dining room, wearing one of Darren's shirts, carrying a mug of coffee. Spotting Darren she stopped in her tracks, looking very nervous.

"Ah... Good morning," Darren said, glancing at Patricia he realised she was staring intensely at a random patch of wall, "Patricia, are you going to introduce me?" he asked with a chuckle.

"Darren... Meet Gemma," she said sheepishly.

Darren turned back to the other woman, she was a little younger than Patricia, she was short, with blonde hair and brown eyes.

"Welcome to my home Gemma," he said, offering his hand, "if there's anything you need, please let me know."

Gemma smiled, taking his hand in a quick shake, "Thank you Darren, and thank you for the shirt, I had nothing to sleep in."

"Not to worry," Darren said, turning back to Patricia, "I'm sure we can sort something out in advance next time"

Patricia just ignored him, examining her nails as if she was determined to find a fault. Just as the moment became even more awkward, Estielle appeared, beaming a wide smile, she didn't even notice Gemma standing beside the doorway. She quickly shot Darren a smile, before throwing her arms around Patricia.

"Thank you!" she cried.

Patricia just sat in shock, "for what?" she asked quickly.

"For encouraging me... Darren and I had sex," she said quietly.

Patricia practically inhaled her coffee, spitting out a mouthful and coughing uncontrollably, Estielle jumped back in surprise as Gemma suddenly appeared, patting Patricia on the back.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there," stammered Estielle.

"That's OK, my name's Gemma," Gemma said with a smile, "but I'd appreciate it if you didn't try to kill my girlfriend," she chuckled.

This time Darren chocked on the glass of water he'd poured himself, coughing and spluttering, Estielle followed Gemma's motion and gently patted Darren's back.

"Girlfriend?" he managed to squeak, "how did you two even meet?"

Patricia looked a little sheepish, "She's the local delivery driver who brings our pizza."

"Oh..." Darren's mind reeled.

"Patricia left her number on a tip she gave me," Gemma giggled, "I used it to buy a new bra that I showed her when you placed your next order."

"Well... I can't say I'm not surprised," said Darren, "but that does make a lot of sense," Darren scratched his chin for a moment, before pulling Estielle against his hip, "who wants to go out for breakfast?"

Soon the four of them were in the back of a limousine, Darren reasoned that if it were a first date, and a double date at that, then he could justify having one of his private limousines brought up. An hour later the four of them were sitting around a large table, with a view of the city, Gemma wearing borrowed clothes from Patricia's wardrobe, they sat, ate and laughed.

"I must admit, I'm a little surprised," said Darren, looking at Gemma, "you're a lot older than I would expect from a pizza delivery driver."

Gemma looked away quickly, "my ex-husband left me... When I came out..." she said sadly, "he left me nothing and I spent a few years couch surfing with friends."

"I'm sorry... I truly am," Darren frowned, "do you have any skills?"

Gemma laughed, "Ironically, I used to be a cook with a flair for Italian," she smiled, "kinda ironic I end up in a pizza joint delivering appalling American pizzas."

Darren thought for a moment, he turned to Patricia, seeing her expression and a faint nod.

"Well... I'm in need of a good live in cook," Darren said quietly, "I can offer free housing, all amenities, health insurance and a reasonable salary."

Gemma just sat, staring at Darren with her mouth open.

"All I ask, is if something happens between you two," Darren gestured between Patrica and Gemma, "that you give me two weeks notice, and I'll include a severance package."

Gemma couldn't contain herself any more, dropping her head into her hands, she started crying. Darren and Estielle looked confused, even Patricia didn't seem like she understood while she gently rubbed Gemma's shoulder, finally after a few moments, Gemma managed to straighten up, taking a sip of water, before looking up.

"Sorry... I..." she took a deep breath in, "the bills have been piling up for a while, I got an email this morning from my landlord evicting me, I have to be out by tomorrow afternoon... I ... I didn't know what I was going to do," Gemma started crying again.

"Well, in that case, do you want some movers to collect your belongings?" Darren offered.

Gemma just doubled down in tears for a few moments, Darren realised they had the attention of everyone in the restaurant.

"I don't own very much, I can pack it all in the back of my truck."

Darren remembered an old dirty pickup parked out on the road as they left his home.

"Now that just won't do... it won't do at all," Darren said, "give me your keys a moment."

Gemma looked confused, but handed them over without complaint, Darren gestured to a waiter, who approached quickly. Estielle couldn't make out what he said to the man, but the waiter left immediately, taking the keys with him.

"What?" Gemma squeaked.

"It's taken care of," said Darren, "This is my restaurant, your belongings will be brought to your new room, anything you won't need will be placed in storage until you decide what you want to do with it."

"Thank you Darren," said Patricia, "spose you aren't always a grumpy bastard."

Just then, a second waiter showed up with a bottle of champagne.

"Just in time," said Darren cheerfully, he popped the cork, pouring out four glasses and handing one to each, he stood up, holding the glass before him, "to new beginnings," he said with a smile.

He didn't expect for three women to suddenly throw their arms around him, nearly knocking him to the floor. Darren treated everyone to a day of shopping, he made a show of buying things for Estielle, much to her delight, but the real reason was his assumption that Gemma probably didn't have much to wear, a suspicion that was verified when Patricia quietly took him aside to thank him for his help.

"I'm not doing this for you, or her," he said with a grin, "I have a soft spot for Italian food."

"Should have been the Lord of Gluttony you dumb ape," Patricia giggled.

It was late when they finally returned home, Darren gave the driver a hefty tip for ruining his Sunday, but as he turned away, Gemma was standing in his way.

"Should I move my truck?" she asked quietly.

"I wouldn't worry, I've had it moved," Darren grinned.

Gemma nervously chucked, as they walked through the parking garage to enter his home, "I may need to go out tomorrow, I'll need to sign forms for my eviction."

Darren reached into the back of a new pickup, grabbing a strategically placed set of keys and a card.

"Well, unfortunately, your truck doesn't have the same appeal as my home, so I couldn't allow it to stay on my property for long, it's parked in a garage out the back," Darren held out her keys and the card.

Gemma gently took the keys, looking down like she was ashamed, before noticing a bright new key attached to the ring, "what's this?" she asked.

"Oh that!" Darren said slyly, "well, if ever you get sick of driving your truck for whatever reason, this," he said, slapping the pickup they were standing beside, "is your company vehicle and that little card you're holding is both for house access and most fuel stations will accept it as a fuel card."

Gemma's jaw dropped.

"What?" Darren chuckled, "Today's your first day, you better do some shopping before dinner.. say... 7?"

Gemma smiled, pulling Patricia into a hug, Darren just chuckled, taking Estielle by the hand and led her upstairs. Darren decided to take a shower, smiling as Estielle quickly followed him, they held one another under the hot water, kissing gently, there wasn't need for words, and the pair just enjoyed the feeling of one another.

Once they were dry and dressed, Darren led Estielle to the lounge room, putting on a movie, they were quickly joined by Patricia.

"You didn't have to do all that," she said quietly.

"you like her don't you?" Darren asked, already knowing the answer.

"yeah... but-"

"But shaddup then," Darren chuckled, "I can spend my money however I wish, besides, she seems lovely, and it's been a long time since I've had decent cannelloni."

Patricia just shook her head, smiling, and sat on a separate lounge.

"As for you," Darren squeezed Estielle firmly, "how are you going to fill your days while I'm at work?" More importantly, how am I going to keep you safe, while I'm at work....

"I... I don't know," Estielle frowned.

"Tell you what, I'll ask Gemma to teach you how to make good coffee," he smiled, "I could use a good personal assistant."

"What's a personal assistant?" Estielle asked.

"Basically, you come to work with me, and complete tasks I give you, small things at first," he said, "but eventually I'll get you helping with bigger stuff."

Estielle just smiled, she didn't care as long as she got to stay near Darren and she showed her appreciation by leaning in to give him a gentle kiss. Darren just scowled at Patricia while she mocked silently choking behind them, making Patricia burst out laughing.

True to her word, Gemma had a real flair for Italian food, they started with Estielle's favourite, pizza, but true Italian style, afterwards they had helpings of a beautiful carbonara, and finally, the four of them sat drinking wine in the lounge room. Estielle had surprised Darren by requesting a Merlot, she seemed, as cliche as it sounds, to have an acquired taste for red wine.

CHAPTER NINE

Darren woke, tangled in the arms of Estielle, he rolled, checking the time from his phone, it was 6am, plenty of time to run Estielle through a coffee machine and pick up something to wear to the office.

"Estielle..." he whispered, kissing the top of her head, "we have work to do."

He watched in satisfaction as the beautiful angel arched her back in a stretch, opening her sapphire eyes and blinking slowly at him, a faint smile on her lips.

"Good morning," she said, leaning up to kiss him.

Half an hour later they were both showered and dressed, heading to the kitchen, Darren could smell breakfast. Usually he had cooks from his nearest hotel swing by or bring catering, but he'd instructed them to hold off for the time being, he wanted to know what Gemma was capable of, and it seemed Patricia had told her what time he usually ate breakfast.

"Good morning Mr Nestor," Gemma said quickly, flashing him a grin.