by
Kahlen Aymes
Copyright 2019. All rights reserved.
Acknowledgements
First, thank you to all of my readers; I have some who are brand new, and some who have been with me since day one even before publishing. Without you, I would have no reason to write a single word! I love and cherish you all! You are my inspiration!
Sincere thanks to Stacy Hahn, Jaimé Billiam, Maria Alexander, Joanne Griffiths, Julie Kirby, Sandra De Gouveia, Sara Garrett, Justine Jane, Theresa Natole, Diane Wilson, Yulanda Bolton, Meredith Wojciechowski, and Anna Murra for lifting me up when I badly needed support. You made me cry with your outpouring of love and support. I love you, all.
To all 175 of my Angels, I cherish you and always will. If you never read another one of my books, I will hold you close in my heart, forever. You come from all over the world and I feel like we are family. XOXO
Much love and gratitude to the many, many bloggers who help promote my work and love my books and characters. It means the world to me. I’ll never be able to express
To the many authors who collaborate, help and support me, I owe you endless thanks. Especially from Indie Authors Anonymous, Alessandra Torre & her Inkers group, and the KU Romance Explosion authors. This is my tribe.
Special thanks to Samantha Christy, Julie Richman, Michelle Dare, AD Justice, Gina Whitney, Jessika Klide, Isabelle Peterson, TK Leigh, Kathy Coopmans, SE Hall, Harloe Rae, M. Robinson, Lynn Jaxon, Tia Louise, & Kaylee Ryan. Each of you have helped me above and beyond normal kinship, and I am so grateful for your friendship.
To my editors: Justine Tevis (also my PA), Diane Wilson, Karen Hrdlicka, and Donna Cooksley Sanderson: I couldn’t do this without you. It takes a tribe to write a book.
Thank you also to Rachel Mizer & Samantha Paxton for their help on covers, even if it’s just telling me how to fix something.
Thank you to Steven Himes at Telemachus Press for always being available and willing to help when I have a problem with files, covers, printing vendors and a plethora of other stuff. I truly value you.
Thank you to Sandra De Gouveia for your amazing graphics and teasers. They are AHHHMAZING! You’ve become a dear, dear friend.
To Olivia and my mom, Colleen: Thank you for being patient with me when my brain is buried in my WIP and I’m not always “there”. This has been a tough year for all of us, and I’m grateful for both of you.
Words cannot express my love and gratitude for each and every one of you. I am truly blessed to have you all behind me.
Love & Peace…
~Kahlen
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
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1
The ride to my apartment was torture.
I hadn’t said a word since I’d quietly given my address to the driver, though I couldn’t stop touching my beautiful, intoxicating companion. The perfectly unmarred skin of her hands, face, and neck were so soft it had me imagining how her fully naked body would feel like warm silk against mine.
Why was I this affected?
I’d been with many beautiful women. Maybe too many, but never had I been unable to curb my carnal urges and resorted to getting sexual in public. My position in publishing meant it was a risk to put myself in situations where photos could be taken, or blackmail landed squarely on the table. It wasn’t that I didn’t know it; I just didn’t give a damn.
My hungry eyes roamed over her perfect face; studying the stunning profile, pert nose, and full mouth. God, that mouth. I found my eyes closing languidly as my breath left my lungs in a slow exhale. I swallowed trying to push down this insatiable feeling. I hadn’t even fucked her, yet I was teeming with possessiveness.
My left arm was wrapped around her, and my other rested on her thigh as we sat closely together in the backseat of the cab, every possible body part touching. Addison was leaning into me, our hips and thighs touching. I longed to run my nose up the cord of her neck. I wanted to pull her across my lap, table my fingers in her glorious hair and kiss her deeply. I wanted to take and take and take. And, fuck it; I wanted to give just as much.
The cabby was older and thankfully he didn’t talk much, as some do. Maybe he could feel the sexual tension emanating off of us. The music was soft rock, and I was sure I could feel the blood pulsing in my erect cock in time with the rhythm. My muscles tensed. We were two strangers about to ravish each other. I could feel it. Addison must have, too, because she trembled in my arms.
“Are you afraid of me?” I said softly, pulling her closer against my side. I reached up and ran the back of my fingers along her high cheekbone and then touched her chin with a curled index finger. “We don’t have to do this. I want you, but I want you to be ready.”
She turned toward me slightly, tilting her chin up and meeting my gaze. She seemed on guard, but vulnerable, too. It was semi-dark in the back of the car, the lights of New York City racing by outside the tinted windows as she held me mesmerized.
“Why me?” she asked.
I paused for a moment before answering, realizing I had one shot to get this right. As crazy as it seemed, I felt like the rest of my life hung on this one answer. I decided on the truth.
“You said you’d always be honest,” she reminded. She was close; intoxicating me with her touch, her scent, her glance… her mere presence.
“I’m not exactly sure what it is about you. You’re beautiful. Intelligent. Your words move me like none I’ve ever read, but beyond that, I’m drawn to you. The moment I heard your voice in class it went straight to my dick before I ever laid eyes on you.” I watched her closely; trying to correctly gauge the effect of my words. “Why do you think I asked you to stand? I wanted to look at you, and I found myself hoping that you were one of the serious students because it would mean I had an excuse to spend time with you. Somehow… I couldn’t bear it if you were just another sex-starved student looking for an easy A.” I reached across my body to gather one of her hands in mine. “I couldn’t wait to read your piece.”
“Really?” Her mouth curved into a smile. “I was terrified of what you’d think.”
“Yet, you were brave enough to submit some of your actual novel. That’s telling.”
Her shoulder rose against me in a small shrug. “No pain, no gain. I thought if you liked it, then maybe I had an actual shot at being a writer.”
“You do. More than a shot,” I affirmed.
“I—” Addison began. “I don’t want you to think I’m here, going to your place, just to get published.”
I, too, had a similar feeling. “And, I don’t want you to think I’m helping with your career, just for sex. I want this to happen, regardless. It seems we’re in a similar place.” Everything inside me wanted to kiss her. I could easily be acting like a teenage boy at the mercy of his hormones, and God knew, mine were raging, but I needed to know this was about two people who wanted each other, and not about a professor and his student.
“I understand,” her hand squeezed mine and she rested her forehead on the side of my neck, her head nestled on my shoulder.
I could think of a number of things that meant that much in reference to this sexy young woman. I could relate to her on a deeper level. I could sense the passion boiling behind her eyes, and her words; I could see that she understood that writing that deep meant baring your soul on the page.
“I’ll help you, no matter your d
ecision tonight.”
Her fingers reached up and moved over the light layer of scruff on my jaw and electricity shot through me. I wanted her hands and her mouth on my body, I wanted to lose myself in her. There was a slight niggling that I might actually give up a piece of myself if we did this, but a moving train wouldn’t stop me if she agreed. We touched each other gently, but the underlying explosion vibrated.
The question hung in the air like the calm before a tornado, my body aching almost to the point of pain. “So, are we doing this, or am I dropping you home?”
Addison eyes locked with mine. “I want to,” she admitted. Her voice was sultry, and her eyes were hooded. “I’m afraid you’ll eat me alive.”
I knew it was probably too soon to ask her to trust me, and if I wasn’t so fucking turned on, I probably would have laughed at her comment; instead I decided to tease. “I prefer the more prone position, and I promise to only eat the good parts.”
“Jaxon,” she almost moaned. “It’s not my body I’m worried about.”
I sighed. Regret surged inside my heart, even as my body urged me onward. “Weren’t you as affected as I was back there in the alley?” I knew by her reaction, she couldn’t deny it and maybe it wasn’t fair of me insisting Addison admit her weakness.
“Yes. That’s why I’m worried. You’re walking sex, and I’m just…. me.”
Suddenly, I understood. For the first time, I felt the soul-deep kind of connection I’d always needed, and my heart sped up that it might be actually be possible with Addison. I was intensely aware that she got me; really got me. I was insane to have her open up to me; to surrender her fear and trust me, but I couldn’t guarantee that given what I wanted to happen between us, that her heart would remain untouched.
“I’m just me, too. I can only tell you I’m as insane to talk to you as I am to touch you,” I whispered, finally giving in to my own confusion. “That has to mean something because it’s new to me.” I leaned in and started kissing her and received an instant response. What started out as slow, gentle, and coaxing soon turned into wild and breathless desperation; both of us fisting in each other’s hair and our mouths slanting across each other’s to deepen the kiss. I wanted to pull her on me to straddle my lap. I wanted to feel the agony of her heat grinding on my cock through our clothes.
“Okay,” was uttered softly and my heart swelled to the point of bursting. She trusted me instinctually, and the realization meant everything.
The short cab ride seemed to dissipate in the time we’d been talking.
“Here we are, sir,” the old cabby’s gruff voice broke into our secluded nirvana.
Addison pulled back at the sound of his words, and the loss I felt was instant. I quickly pulled out a card and swiped it in the machine on the back of the seat, adding a tip.
“Thank you,” I said, reaching for Addison’s hand and opening the door to step out of the vehicle.
Even to me, the skyscraper that housed my apartment was impressive. Marble floors and floor-to-ceiling glass windows lined the lobby. Her eyes glanced upward into the mezzanine where some restaurants and shops lined the second floor. Offices took up a number of floors, reserving the top few for apartments.
“Good evening, Professor Michaels,” the uniformed security guard manning the reception desk said in the seconds after we entered the building. “Miss.” He nodded at Addison and then beamed when she offered a brilliant smile. At least she seemed to have lost some of her fear, though an unfamiliar tightness overtook my chest. The hand not around her fell involuntarily on my shirt over the discomfort.
“Good evening, Charlie,” I returned with a nod. “This way,” I said, pointing to the opposite side of the lobby and guiding her in the general direction of the elevators. I noticed how the security guard’s eyes roamed over Addison’s long length of leg and soft curves expertly showcased by her little black dress. Something inside me wanted to punch him.
“Wow,” Addison said softly. The glittering lights, voices and tinkling of glasses and silverware filtered down to us as I guided her toward the 4 stainless steel elevators. The last one had card access and I pulled it from my pocket and tapped it against the black electronic pad that granted access. Instantly it dinged and opened, always waiting to take residents upstairs. Inside, there were only buttons for the top floors from forty to sixty. I pushed the top one, feeling a bit pretentious about the penthouse for the first time, hoping she wouldn’t see me as some materialistic asshole. I wanted her to see me as real as she was to me. I’d gotten the penthouse after my first major big seller and the second advance came in. It was seven figures, and Gloria had pushed me into it back when I still had stars in my eyes over the entire thing. My naivety was short-lived, both with publishing and with my agent.
We stepped into the elevator and the minute the doors closed I gathered Addison in my arms and resumed the delicious kissing we’d started in the cab. One arm hooked around her waist and pulled her hard against my body, and the other cupped the side of her face as my mouth consumed hers. I felt like I couldn’t get close enough as my tongue plundered and explored the inside of her mouth. I couldn’t wait to get into my apartment before I took her mouth in a punishing kiss.
I wanted to taste her. I wanted to make her moan in ecstasy for hours and hours, and it was humbling and agonizing how much I desired her. But more than that, I didn’t want to scare her or hurt her. All of my instincts were bristling to drown in her softness and take every ounce of pleasure I could from her, but a sense of fierce protectiveness combined with the ravenous hunger I felt for her flesh, her taste, her scent and most of all, her unbridled response. Though I wanted to take my own pleasure, I wanted to give twice as much to Addison, and more than that; I didn’t want to hurt her. Her words pounded in my brain as fully as blood pounded in my veins. I’m afraid you’ll break my heart…
My mouth softened, and I pushed her back against the elevator wall as it raced toward my apartment in the sky. I wanted to get there, but I never wanted this private moment to end; when it was all new and yet to be explored.
“Fuck, I want you so much,” I panted between kisses. Her fingers tore at my shirt, fisting in the material until I thought it might rip. I was in fact hoping it would. “But I don’t want to do anything you’re not ready for, or that you don’t really want.”
My brother, Jeff, would throttle me if he knew I was giving her an option and had given one to her multiple times over the course of the evening, when she was ripe for the plucking.
Her fingers curled into my shirt, a couple wiggling between the buttons to tangle in the light smattering of hair there as she sucked my lower lip into her mouth and then bit down with her teeth; nibbling and nipping. “Stop talking,” she begged, licking my top lip. “Kiss me.” It was my undoing. I wouldn’t question this again.
Yes, there would be plenty of time for her glorious words, and now, I just wanted to feel.
It was so hot. I forgot that she was my student and kissed her deeply again; my tongue waring with hers in a passionate dance. I couldn’t get enough, and my hands slid down the sides of her body and around over her ass. I pressed her forward so she could feel the full length of my erection against her stomach.
“Feel how much I want you?” I murmured when I lifted my head to breathe. One hand still fisted in my shirt, her other tangled in the hair at my nape and her fingers threaded through and tugged at my hair, silently begging for my mouth to take hers again. Her chin lifted, her open mouth tempting me to take it as I thrust against her again. Her head dropped back, and she moaned; allowing me access to explore the tender skin of her neck. My open mouth explored it with a combination of soft sucking and nibbling. She shuddered and swayed in my arms, and I knew there was no going back. My good intentions and the consequences be damned. We both wanted this and it was bigger than both of us.
“Oh, God,” she said in a soft huff. “Jaaaxxxx,” she sighed out my name.
“You are so beautiful. I’m goin
g to fuck you senseless,” I murmured under my breath.
“Mmmm. Yes, please,” she answered dreamily.
Fucking hell, I thought. She seemed so innocent yet was so abandoned when she was in my arms. Satisfaction that she was as just as affected as me flowed through every cell in my body, and soon my rapacious cock was going to get what it had craved for the weeks since I’d first laid eyes on her. I couldn’t imagine anything I wanted more. If I’d have died and gone to heaven, I couldn’t think of anything better than this gorgeous creature in my bed and in my mind.
The elevator dinged, announcing our arrival. I lifted my head but kept my left arm wrapped around her delectable little body and we walked the few feet to my penthouse. The top floor was divided into four apartments, all with doors off of a small foyer around the elevator shaft; mine was on the southeast corner and had an amazing view of the city and Central Park. The other three apartments were occupied by a city council member, an actress, and a retired financier and his beauty queen wife, all of whom kept pretty much to themselves.
My hand slid down her arm as I reluctantly separated from my soon-to-be lover, and my fingers threaded through hers. Thankfully, the foyer lights were always dimmed at night, and created a warm glow rather than a bright, glaring atmosphere. Glancing down into Addison’s passion-drunk eyes, I gently pulled her out of the elevator behind me and walked the few feet from the elevator to my door. I punched in the security code and within seconds, I pushed open the door and took her back into my arms, and she came into them eagerly. It was dark, with only the shimmering lights of the New York City skyline shining through the large windows.
Our mouths resumed their hungry feasting, our hands and fingers their greedy exploration as I hastily pulled up her dress so that when I lifted her and slammed her into the wall, her supple thighs could part around my waist. Suddenly, the buttons to my shirt parted, the buttons flying. I smiled against her mouth. “That’s my girl,” I said softly, before taking her mouth in another hungry kiss. I pressed my hand against her chest between her breasts, my hips thrusting forward, grinding into the inferno of her center. “I promised myself I’d be gentle. At least, this first time,” I panted between frantic kisses.
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