Internship with the Devil (Shut Up and Kiss Me Book 1)

by Jaqueline Snowe

  “Uh, well. I’ve never,” I stopped and gathered a little courage. “This is new.” I closed my eyes and prayed he left it alone. But he didn’t. Of course not. He remained between my legs but waited until I opened my eyes. “What, Brock?”

  “Are you a virgin?” His tone held no judgement or assumptions. Straightforward and kind.

  “No.” I hated this conversation. Hated it. “I’ve been with one person, once. Years ago.”

  He stilled. His cheek twitched and jaw tensed.

  I had no time to respond before he licked me. Licked me back to front, his long tongue sending shivers down my body. His scruff chaffed my inner thighs, but the sensation made it better. He sucked. He twirled and bit down on my clit. I jumped into the air, but his hand on my stomach pushed me down. “Brock, oh my God!”

  “You taste like heaven.” He hummed, the vibration making me buck against his mouth.

  He added his fingers again. Stretching me, thrusting into me. So many sensations and feelings hit me, I cried when an orgasm burst through me. He licked up every last drop and grinned proudly at me minutes later. “Best day ever.”

  “You could say that again.” I wiped a tear away. “Holy shit.”

  “Grace,” he licked his lips and joined me on the bed. “I love you. I love your body. Your tastes. Your sounds. I can’t wait to learn everything about you. Where you like to be licked, touched, caressed, anything. Don’t feel embarrassed.”

  “Well, shit.” My eyes stung again. “When you say things like that, I shiver.”

  “I love that I’m the only person who gets to do this to you. Fucking love it,” he growled into my neck and put a condom with quick, awkward movements. “I’m going to go in slow. Tell me if it hurts, okay?”

  I nodded.

  He stared down at me, waiting for me to nod, before he slid inside of me. “I’m not going to last two minutes.”

  It took a few strokes before I moaned, and when I did, he kissed me. He slid in and out, letting me get used to his size, all while finding different places to kiss me. He made love like he did everything else in his life—passionately and without holding anything back. Sweat pooled between our chests. I made sure to not hurt his injured arm when I held onto him tighter. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced in my life, having his weight on me and him inside of me, filling me and pleasuring me like we had all the time in the world.

  Which, we did.

  He lifted my hips to provide a better angle, and a burning sensation started at my core and spread through me like electricity as another orgasm shattered me. I bucked and cried out his name, but he just held on tighter and quickened the pace. His back muscles got tight, and his voice went deeper when he spasmed, finally releasing himself into me.

  I loved all the different moods and expressions of Anderson, but hearing him groan my name with nothing but heat and love in his eyes was my absolute favorite. My heart pounded from the orgasm and feelings, and my eyes stung at the immense waves of reciprocated emotions pouring through me. He quickly removed the condom and joined me back on the bed, tucking me into the crook of his arm. He let out a deep, contented sigh as he ran his hand down my bare back, and I don’t think I had ever been happier in my entire life.

  “My body might be in shock,” I said, feeling drunk on him and how he made me feel. “I can’t believe this happened. You and me, it’s wild, huh?”

  “You came into my life for a reason. Your annoying, pain in the ass attitude is about the only person who could put up with me.” His laughter warmed me. “I watched you. In the beginning that is. Not in a creepy way, just how you handled yourself. I was such a dick ,and you kept your head high. I think that’s when I first became attracted to you.”

  “Interesting.” I pinched his good side. “It wasn’t at the bar?”

  “Oh, that,” he grumbled. “I had a shit day and took it out on you. You were cute as hell.”

  I blushed, not fond of the memory, but we had come so far since then. “When did you figure it out?”

  “Figure what out?”

  “That you had feelings for me?” I bit a hangnail, curious to know. “I think I started really falling for you when you helped me with the project, or the night of the storm. You know what? I don’t know when it happened, but I know it hit me hard, and I resisted it as long as I could.”

  He squeezed me tighter. “After you fell and hurt your knee.”

  “Wait, really?” I twisted my head to face him. “That’s when?”

  “Yes.” He grinned sheepishly. “You were exhausted. You had black circles under your eyes and yet you still smiled all the damn time. It annoyed me at first. But I found myself wanting to be around you all the time. Your smile. Your joy. I wanted to see it all the time. It was addicting. And when you fell. This sweet, charming girl came out from under the badass determination you have. I was a goner.”

  I blushed at his words and hid my face. “That was a cute answer.”

  “So, as you can imagine, the past four months have almost killed me. The hotel room, your friendship with fucking Logan. Can we talk about that for a second?” His tone changed.

  I put my finger to his lips.

  “Nope. Nothing to talk about. I love you, Anderson. Everyone else dulls in comparison to you.”

  “Okay, then.” He grinned, and I sighed into his arms. “Hey, we’re both completely free tomorrow, yeah?” he whispered as he kissed all the way down my neck.

  I groaned,the desire coming back almost instantly. “Right, hey—aren’t you worn out?”

  “Good. And no. I’m not. Your naked body is pressing against me, and I’m a weak man. I’m not letting you leave my bed.” He kissed lower. “Well, maybe to eat.”

  “I like food.” My pulse raced again. My body became hot.

  He chuckled and went lower. “We can eat, and that’s it. Now, that I’ve had you babe, I won’t be able to get enough.” He dipped his tongue lower and lower. I arched my back. So this is what he meant by eating. Good to know. His tongue brushed my center and coiled around it. I lost all thoughts. “You’re going to kill me, Grace.”

  I trembled around him some time later. Time seemed to stop, and that was fine by me. I was with the person I wanted to be with. He rejoined me at the top of the bed seconds later. His erection pressed against my side, and I wiggled against it. “What about you, Brock?”

  “I wanted to give you pleasure. Nothing more. Now go to sleep. I’m doing that again as soon as you wake up.”

  And he did.

  Epilogue

  Six months later…

  I stood at the edge of Brock’s counter, desperately waiting for the phone to ring. Maybe if I stared at it harder, it would ring. I leaned on my right elbow, eyeing it from the side. Nope. Nada.

  “Staring at it will not help.” Brock walked in wearing a backwards hat and old gym clothes, looking all sorts of sexy. “Now, staring at me will definitely help.”

  “Funny, funny guy.” I turned back to the phone, and he wrapped his arms around me. He pressed his lips against my neck, my favorite spot to be kissed. I shuddered a bit, his knowing laugh telling me what his plans were. “You know, I’m expecting a life changing call. I don’t know if hanky panky is appropriate.”

  “Hanky panky isn’t used anymore. They cancelled that phrase.” He laughed, dragging his lips down my neck to my shoulder. He slid the loose tank top strap to the side. “I missed you.”

  “I was out of town for one day. One day.” I faced him, and his gaze flicked to my mouth. “Eyes up here, buddy.”

  “But your mouth is perfect, and I missed it.” He cupped my face and dragged my mouth to his, kissing the hell out of me in his Brock way. I sighed, leaning into the kiss as I always did. He was the best damn kisser in the world. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.” I grinned, never tiring of the words.

  “Marry me.”

  “Brock.” I laughed, “You can’t ask me that every week. My answer hasn’t changed s
ince the last time.”

  “Why not? I love you. Only you. You’re it for me. I want to start the rest of my life with you. Is that so bad?” He dragged his tongue down my neck now, damn well knowing it was a weakness. I could agree to just about anything when his tongue was on me. Specifically, my neck.

  “Because my future is in shambles. I don’t have a job yet. I still work at the restaurant. I don’t know.” I moaned, my train of thought disappearing as his fingers went under my shirt and trailed up my stomach along my rib cage.

  “Who cares? I want you to be Mrs. Anderson.” He nipped at my ear.

  “I’m young—your words.” I leaned back into him, his body perfectly forming against mine.

  “Not relevant.”

  “I might be homeless soon,” I whined.

  “Good. You can move in with me.” His fingers slid under my bra and teased my nipples. He traced a circle around each one before carefully pulling on the ends just enough to make me squirm. I loved how he teased me and brought me daily orgasms. He had shown me repeatedly how good he was with his hands. “Move in this weekend.”

  “Brock,” I began but stopped when he pinched my nipples harder. “Oh, God.”

  “Give me one reason why. Your lease is up in two weeks. Gilly and Fritz might buy a house. You’re over here every weekend.” He lowered his other hand and dipped it into my waistband. “I know how to get you to agree to it.”

  I moaned then laughed. He’d convinced me to go to a bed and breakfast this exact way. “This is more serious than a weekend away.”

  “I want to see you first thing in the morning and the last at night. You give my life purpose, Grace.” His wonderful words mixed with his wandering fingers had me lusting for more. “Don’t you feel that way, too?”

  “Yes,” I whispered. My stomach tightened as he slid two fingers inside of me, leaving his thumb on my clit, circling it excruciatingly slow. “Oh, my God.”

  “I can guarantee you two orgasms every day.” He slid his fingers in and out, adding his thumb to the mix. He swirled my clit, the tight bud sending waves of desire through me. “Do you like this? My fingers inside of you in the middle of our future kitchen?”

  “Yes, Brock. Please,” I gasped, bucking as release was so close. So damn close. He increased his rhythm and bit down on my earlobe, giving me the final push. I gripped the side of the counter. The warm sensation started between my legs and spread through my body. I shook, moaning Brock’s name as waves of pleasure shot through me. “God.”

  “I could hear that sound every day for the rest of my life. You’re beautiful.” He kissed my temple, humming into my ear. His arms felt like home. He was my home. And suddenly, I felt giddy. I turned to face him, my hands on his shoulders.

  “Okay.” I smiled, I smiled so damn wide. “I’ll move in with you.”

  “Fuck. You’re not joking, right?” He backed up, his eyes larger than I had seen them.

  “No. I feel home when I’m with you. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it.”

  His jaw tightened, eyes turning dark before he slammed me into his chest. He trembled. My beautiful, broken, kind man held onto me so tight, I couldn’t breathe. “God. I didn’t know it was possible to be this happy.”

  My eyes stung at his words and I squeezed him tighter. “I love you.”

  “I love—”

  My phone rang, and I jumped out of his arms. I had been waiting for this call for three hours. “Hello?”

  “Hi, is this Grace Turner?” a stern male voice asked.

  “Yes, this is her.” I faced Brock, my body tight waiting for the news.

  “Good morning, Grace. It’s Tim from Human Resources. I’m happy to say we are able to offer you the sport medicine position at Green Valley High school. We want to talk to you about being a part time athletic trainer as well. When would be a good time to come in?”

  “I’m free any day this week before three.” I grinned. I grinned so hard my face hurt.

  “Great. How about tomorrow at nine?”

  “I’ll be there.”

  “See you then. Bye.”

  I hung up the phone and jumped in the air. “Brock! I got the job! I got the fucking job!”

  “I’m proud of you, babe.” He picked me up, and I burst into tears. “Wait, what’s happening?”

  “I’m so happy.” I sobbed into his shoulder. “I can’t believe it. The job. You. I got so lucky.”

  He grabbed my face in his hands and had the warmest, softest look in his eyes. “I know what you mean. So, let’s go into the bedroom and talk about it?”

  “Smooth, Brock. Real smooth.” I half-laughed, half-sobbed.

  “You answered that phone and left me with the raging boner.” He put my hand on it, and I gulped. “I’m trying to be a good guy here, but—”

  “Say no more.” I ran into our future bedroom and threw my clothes at him. “Let’s christen our bedroom.”

  “God, I love the sound of that.”

  An hour or two later, he traced lines on my back with his fingers. My soul felt on fire with him. My body, mind, and soul loved everything about him, and I knew without a doubt my mom was happy for me. This is the person she’d want for me. “You still awake, big guy?”

  “Yes.” He kissed the top of my head. “You wore me out.”

  I blushed. “So worth it.”

  “Agreed.”

  I pushed myself up and waited until he looked at me. I took a long breath, the tightness in my core lessening as I said the words. “Not right now. Not anytime soon. But, I will marry you.”

  “I know you will.” He grinned, and his damn dimple came out. “But thank you.”

  “Why are you so damn confident I will?”

  “Because, Grace.” He rolled over on top of me and framed my face with his arms. “You show me every day how much you love me. I’d wear you down eventually.”

  “Uh. Way to ruin the moment. I worked myself up to that, asshole.”

  “Mrs. Asshole Anderson.” He pressed his delicious lips on mine. “Grace Anderson. God, it sounds good. You sure you don’t want to wear a ring?”

  “Brock.” I sighed into his mouth. “Mm. You always taste good. Stop distracting me!”

  He laughed and shook his head. “What were you saying?”

  “I wouldn’t even know what kind of ring I would want. I’ve never thought about it.”

  Something shifted on his face. A look of guilt.

  “Brock, what did you do?”

  “Nothing.” He got off me and went into the bathroom. I followed because I was nosy and persistent. He grimaced when he saw me.

  “Spill it.” I crossed my arms over my breasts. He tended to get distracted from them.

  “I feel stupid.” He let out a sound that rivaled a pout before continuing. “Fine. Here. I found this a week ago, and I foolishly bought it. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

  He handed me a red box. My heart hammered in my throat. “Brock.”

  “Shit.” He tried to take it from me, but I didn’t let him. “Never mind.”

  “Oh, my god.” I opened it to see a quaint silver ring with a pink diamond inset into the band. It wasn’t showy. No, it was dainty and beautiful and perfect.

  “I chose pink because you brought color back to my life. I chose the smaller one, with it set inside the band, knowing you’d be working with your hands a lot, and I didn’t want it to get in the way.” He paused and wiped a hand over his face. This time, his voice shook. “Look, Grace. I love you. I’ll love you as long as my heart beats. We can have a long engagement if you want. I already talked with Gilly and Fritz about it. I just want you to be mine.”

  “Gilly never said a word all week.” I stared at the ring. “I-I’m yours, Brock.” I put it on my finger and grinned. “Goddamn it. It’s perfect. Yes. Yes, to everything.” I jumped on him.

  “You said yes?” He grinned the biggest smile I had ever seen. He buried his head into my neck and sighed. “Fuck. I’ve never bee
n this happy. Thank you.”

  I closed my eyes, sending a silent prayer to my mom. This was the life she wanted for me. This was what I wanted for myself. “I expect monogrammed towels that say Mrs. Asshole Anderson, just so you know.”

  “Of course.”

  “Good. It’s settled. I’m going to be an Anderson.”

  THE END

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