Aroused (Taming Himself Book 1)

by Kia Carrington-Russell

  Aroused

  Aroused

  Taming Himself Series

  Book One

  Kia Carrington-Russell

  Crystal Publishing

  Copyright

  CRYSTAL PUBLISHING

  Published by Crystal Publishing (Australia)

  Copyright © Kia Carrington-Russell 2015

  The moral right of the author has been asserted.

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  All rights reserved. This publication may not be reproduced or partially used by any means unless prior permission by the publisher.

  ISBN 978-0-9942999-7-0

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  =Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  About The Author

  Also Available

  Dedication

  I hope in my writing career to explore in all sorts of genres. It enables me to grow as a writer and step out of my comfort zone. So writing erotica for the first time was both nerve-racking and fun. I have so many people to thank for supporting me in this endeavour and giving me honest feedback in a genre that was seemingly foreign to me. A huge thank you to fellow erotica author, Gemma Arlington and my beta reader, who is known as ‘Dirty Grandma’; you both helped me so much in honest opinion and advice. A huge thank you to Ashley Patterson, my editor; it was a different journey this time around but one we definitely both enjoyed, so thank you for encouraging me to continue.

  A big hug to my Street Team, readers and fans for supporting me, as always I write for you, so your honest opinion and help in spreading word of my books means the world to me.

  A huge thank you to my family and friends, in particular on a very interesting day to the girls I work with for offering suggestions and “educating” my young self on a few things. You guys make me laugh. This book really enlightened me and enabled me to create a fun read and have fun talking about it with others where we all threw around ideas and laughed.

  A huge thank you to my loving partner, Scott who while I was writing this in my bed was laughing at a few things I had written and the situations Hayden had put himself in. Your laugh probably supported me more than anything. I wanted this to be both a sexy and fun read as well.

  Thank you everyone for your support.

  Aroused

  Women are exotic.

  They shape differently and they walk differently.

  They smell and taste differently.

  Their eyes illuminate with their own story; and one I would like to know.

  But first before knowing their in depth background and what makes them tick;

  I want to please them, I want to make them laugh and smile;

  to enjoy our contact and be screaming my name.

  When they whisper my name I am Aroused.

  They know how to be sensual and exotic.

  How can I just choose one, when they are all so glorified in their own way?

  No matter what woman or who, they are all beautiful;

  So how do I choose only one, that I can taste and please for the rest of my days?

  Chapter One

  Her blonde curls bounced over her shoulder as I repetitively thrust into her. I just had to grab onto them, those beautiful curls, so that her back arched even more. She pushed back against me with a loud moan as I pounded into her again and again. My hand caressed her hard nipples through the top of her black dress. Her moan made my cock harden inside her, forcing a grunt out of me as I enjoyed her moist heat.

  I let the fist full of her hair go, pushing her shoulders over the desk. Her legs sprawled wider for me and I could look down at those pointed heels. Yea, she was an office woman through and through. An expert in her industry, she had come to give me her sales pitch. It was a bit of an ego boost to know I had her bent over my desk within the first thirty minutes of our meeting.

  My hand tightened on her shoulder. I was so close, so ready to give in to her. I pushed up the knee-length dress she wore even further and rubbed her clit teasingly. She moaned louder as I thrust even harder into her, giving us both the trigger we needed. Her final scream had me almost there. I could feel her moistness pool over my hard cock.

  The door banged open.

  “Are you shitting me?” Amber stood at my office door, crossing her arms in anger. “You have a meeting in less than half an hour.”

  My bouncing Goldilocks shrivelled under me, but she had nowhere to go, and my cock was still hard inside of her.

  “Amber, my dear. This will take me less than half an hour, clearly. I’ve already put my best into it for the last twenty minutes,” I said, trying to act cool despite the throbbing desire of my cock.

  “Do you know how much money I could make from the tabloids if I exposed your indecent nature?” Amber said, her fiery brown eyes incensed. For a personal assistant she seemed to lecture me a lot. Her Italian background made her open with her words.

  “So why don’t you?” I antagonised, leaning over my beautiful Goldilocks and curling my fingers around her hips. She was stiff with embarrassment, but she didn’t remove herself from the situation. She wanted me to finish just as badly as I did. Audience or not.

  “Because I will blackmail you for a hell of a lot more,” she fired back, tossing her dark black curls over her shoulder.

  “Hey Hayden, I’ve been looking over the budget recently and I–”

  Gregory’s eyes nearly popped through his glasses as he noted it was not at all the time for a general discussion about the budget.

  “Now look, you are going to get Gregory in trouble with his wife for exposing him to this, and at work at that! I don’t know how you are a successful sports manager and CEO of your own company when you act only on your dick,” Amber growled savagely as her flat shoes tapped on the door.

  My cock ached. I had stamina but this conversation was soon going to turn me off. “Just give me five, please,” I begged. Amber looked between me and Gregory, who diverted his eyes and adjusted his glasses. He reacted exactly how you would imagine a married accountant would.

  Amber thankfully gave in, muttering to herself and wrapping her arm protectively around Gregory. She was fairly small, so it looked like a child nursing a fully-grown adult from behind as she walked him out of the doorway before closing the door.

  I brought my attention back to the blonde, wondering if she was still okay for the ride. “You still right to go?” I asked, kissing the top of her shoulder.

  Her big blue eyes looked up at me from over her shoulder. “Well, I can’t say I have ever been in a situation like that. But I certainly want to finish.”

  Her Swedish accent had me purring for her again. The smile on my face couldn’t have been wider as I pounded hard into her again. She moaned as she clearly didn’t expect me to come in so strong. The pounding built inside of me, her whiskers nibbling at my shaft.

  Oh yea, I was going to blow.

  I pulled those blonde curls of her hair back again. I was loving those golden curls and the curve of her neck. A wave of heat and moist pooled out of her. Finally my cock couldn’t dive anymore and I pumped into her. My neck arched in
sudden joy and passion. My cock gave off its last shudders as I hovered my hand over her toned ass.

  I pulled out of her, relieved and happy.

  She twisted around on me and blinked a few times. “I don’t think I have ever really done anything like that.”

  Her Swedish accent made me tremble, as did those sweet pink lips I wanted to kiss all over again.

  “What? Been taken over an office table when you came to sell something?” I growled, adjusting my belt and tucking my shirt back in.

  “No,” her voice was a smooth rumble. “Be fucked by a god.” Her smile brightened as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss me, a devilish smile on her lips.

  It was sad to see her go, with that tight ass rolling beneath that dress as she walked away. My cock longed for her. I had to cool myself down before this meeting. I walked over to my mirror, readjusting my white, long-sleeved shirt. I combed over my sandy blonde hair, admiring my brown eyes, which gleamed with satisfaction. I thought of the way her small fingers rolled over my large arms and how she gasped when she saw the abs that I had maintained since my college years. My cock throbbed to be inside of her again.

  I walked over to my desk, grabbed my appointment book and looked at the business card she had left.

  So. Sarah was her name.

  Chapter Two

  “You are unreal,” Amber said, her Italian accent tinting her words with anger. Her accent only strained like this when she was exasperated, and that was most of the time when I was around. “What if one of the journalists had come in wanting to pick your brain about something? Your little golden bombshell with the blue dove on her tit would have been sprawled over the papers.”

  She threw her hands in the air, agitated. She looked like a child throwing a tantrum because of her tiny, childlike body. She was fuming, but managed to keep a hushed tone as we walked down the hallway to where the meeting would be held.

  I arched my eyebrow at her, surprised at her evaluation. “I hadn’t noticed she had a tattoo. Taking a peek were we, little Amber?” My tone was teasing, almost flirtatious. I knew it was futile though; she had worked for me for four years now and no matter how much I coaxed her, she flat out rejected me, and publicly at that. She was utterly immune to my charms.

  “Don’t make me gag, you disgusting womaniser. It’s my job to notice the finer details. Considering all you ever notice is tits, you’ve got a cheek. It’s why you work best with men,” she hissed furiously.

  She pushed open two wooden doors, revealing four chubby men who sat waiting around the table. “Gentleman,” she smiled, clasping her hands together. “Can I get you any refreshment?”

  I was yet to confirm if she was borderline bipolar or if she only turned her attitude towards me.

  The men politely declined. They had been in this office before and they knew very well not to look at Amber twice. She could be the sweetest thing, but as soon as a man was even the slightest bit suggestive, the pleasant smile vanished and she let them know who truly dominated the room. She was a great personal assistant to have in the industry we worked in.

  I was a sports manager and investor who had landed a few big players over my six years of being in the business. Since then I had built my own empire: Zilch Enterprises. It was only a small office and team, but one I proudly managed. It kept the wallet fat and enabled me to enjoy all those leisurely things I thrived for. My home was nice and my car was even nicer. I could have even nicer, but didn’t like when others knew my true worth. Only my accountant, Gregory, knew the full figures. Amber had an idea, but she had no interest in my money. No, it was the other women I had to look out for.

  I loved women, or should I say, my cock loved them. I was confident in myself and in making women happy. It was what I lived for and it helped me relieve some of the stress from my job. But I found every time a woman had an inclination of my worth, I was forced through fake pregnancies or expensive demands. They tried to entrap me like I was some kind of rare peacock.

  I looked at Amber across the room as she connected her laptop with the projector. I had a lot to thank Amber for. She kept me out of trouble for the most part, and she certainly kept me grounded. I could grow larger if I moved into the larger cities of Manhattan and New York. I had decided to keep my office in a small area of Ithaca, the same place where I had studied Sports Management and Journalism at college. How I ever passed I have no idea, most of those party days of sex, weed, alcohol and a whole lot of women was a blur.

  “Hayden, heard you signed up that new youngster of a baseball player?” Mr. Reece waved his fat finger at me. “Are you sure that is a wise investment, son?”

  I smiled. Although he was a former coach and a well-respected announcer at sports events, he still misjudged players’ performances. And I was not his son.

  “I am very certain, Mr. Reece. I have had my eye on him for a while and his performance has gradually increased. I wouldn’t sign such an impressive contract if I doubted I’d get my moneys’ worth. But thank you for your concern, I will remember this conversation if his performance does drop.”

  I sat in the leather chair at the end, nodding for Amber to proceed. It was the usual when these men came here. They all sat on the board of the most well known events. This was the time when models, coaches, and in-between men such as myself would meet. They only came for one reason: to see if I wanted to invest any money into the events for extra exposure.

  After an hour, we finally wrapped things up with handshakes and goodbyes. As usual, I told them I would run the budget past Gregory, who could not attend that morning.

  “I think you really rattled Gregory this morning,” Amber said calmly with her nose pointed in the air as we walked down the hallway.

  “Please, I’ve known Gregory since college, and if I am certain on anything, it is that he loves a free show. That man is dirtier than me when it comes to women.”

  “He’s married,” she hissed under her breath.

  “He’s a man,” I countered.

  My phone buzzed in my pocket, saving me from the words Amber was about to rage at me. “Hayden Zilch speaking,” I answered as I distanced myself away from Amber, who I thought would still backhand me whether I had a potential client on the phone or not. Her temper could not be tamed. She was such a furious little thing.

  “Hey there, handsome.” Amy’s voice was like music to my ears. “I got a new number. I was thinking maybe I could have played with you for a bit and asked for some phone sex.” I could already imagine that tongue of hers rolling in her mouth, a habit I had noticed from the very first event I had taken her to. Amy was a bikini model trying to make her way into the mainstream shows and magazines. She was sexy as all hell, although I found her a little too thin compared to how I liked my women to be.

  “Hmmm, that I could have easily obliged.”

  “It’s been a while,” she sobbed playfully. “I was scared you had forgotten about me.”

  “Not at all,” I charmed her. “In fact, I have an event coming up in the next few weeks if you are interested in being by my side?”

  She squealed through the phone as expected; she always did when I told her I was taking her to an event with athletes.

  “That I could certainly assist you with,” she toyed.

  Gregory was now standing beside Amber. Her foot was impatiently tapping for me to get off the phone.

  “Okay baby girl, I gotta go in for a meeting. I will send you through the details shortly.” I hung up on her, smiling at Gregory’s eager expression. He had come to collect me for our budget discussion.

  “Was that head-job-Amy?” he asked with a smile, obviously recalling the stories I had told him. He had met her at an event with the largest of smiles on his face as he shook her hand.

  “Yea,” I said and returned the high-five he was expecting.

  “You have got to be shitting me. Grow up, boys,” Amber said, storming into her office.

  “I love you, Amber,” I called out after her.

&nbs
p; She returned her index finger without looking back.

  Chapter Three

  The day couldn’t have gone any slower. I had an interesting date ahead of me this afternoon. She was a college girl, one with a double-D, perky chest. She grabbed my attention at a game I attended as she bounced around in her cheerleader collegeform. Her eyes kept rolling over me with interest and I just couldn’t ignore her flexibility.

  She had called me up to ask if we could meet up privately. Jewels Bar was my favourite in Ithaca, although it was a twenty-minute drive from my own home. It was definitely worth the drive. Best of all, it had my beautiful Brandy in it. Her father owned the bar, but she ran it. Her attitude was as fierce as that of some of the bikers who stopped by. She evenly matched them in attitude and intimidation.

  I opened the wooden door to enter the darkly lit bar. Only a few punters sat at the wooden long bar. In the corner on my left were the few chairs and tables for those who dined here. It wasn’t the most expensive-looking place but it certainly had an amazing chef. In the far left corner besides the toilets were the pool tables. The clinking noise of pool balls and the smell of stale beer made me feel instantly at home. It brought back so many memories of my college years.

  “There he is,” Brandy smiled. She walked past the bar and the neon blue lights fixed above her highlighted the red in her pixie cut. “I’ve missed you,” she said wrapping her arms around me and pushing her tongue into my mouth. This was Brandy through and through. Wild, adventurous, sexually curious, she did not apologise for who she slept with. She bit the bottom of my lip before pulling back with a devilish smile.

  “It’s been a while, what are you after?” she asked, adjusting the small tea towel that was over her shoulder.

  “Actually I will wait for a bit. I’m waiting on someone.”