Masked Indulgence: A Billionaire Holiday Romance (Nightclub Sins Book 2)

by Michelle Love

  “We have staff who tend to that,” Gannon informed me. “You take care of the kids, and you did work as the director of a private kindergarten before the accident. They’ve hired a temp until you’re okay again. Then you can have your job back if you want it.”

  “So I do have a job,” I mumbled, as that actually made me feel better. I had a purpose. I took care of my kids, and I had a real job too. I glanced at Gannon as he pulled into the garage. He was so good looking. I hadn’t allowed myself to really look at him before.

  I was beginning to kind of see why I married the older man. He was pretty hot.

  When we got out and went inside, I was stunned by the home they all said was ours. We came into the kitchen from the garage, and I looked around, not recognizing a thing. Braiden pointed out, “Don’t worry if you don’t remember the kitchen, Mom. We have a cook, and you didn’t do much in here.”

  “Good to know, because I don’t recognize a thing in here,” I said as I patted the boy on top of the head. “You seem like a very helpful kid, Braiden.”

  “You do call me Mommy’s little helper a lot,” he told me then smiled at me with a toothy grin.

  My heart ached a little as I looked at the boy. I wished like hell that I could remember him. The kids hadn’t come into my dreams at all, only Gannon had.

  My parents came in just after we did and I found it odd when they came in. As if they didn’t really belong there. Everyone else looked like they were in the right place but not Mom and Dad.

  Mom must’ve seen the look in my eyes as I watched them come into the kitchen. “You look odd, Brooke.”

  “You seem out of place,” I told her. “Like you don’t belong here.”

  Dad shook his head as he said, “We don’t. This is your home, Brooke.”

  Gannon had a strange look on his face. “Brooke, let’s leave the kids with your parents for a minute. I want to take you around the house and show you something.”

  I was hesitant to go anywhere alone with the man. But I also was having odd sensations inside my head and my body. So I nodded and allowed him to take my hand after he gave the baby to my mother.

  Together we walked through the house. He opened a door, and I found a room full of toys. “This is where the kids play. You and I spend a lot of time with them in this room.” He pointed at the leather sectional. “Does that look familiar to you?”

  Letting go of his hand, I went to it and took the place at the very end. Running my hand over the soft leather, I leaned back, and my hand moved over the side. I found a button and pushed it, making the part I sat on recline. “Why does this feel so familiar?”

  “Probably because that’s your most favorite place to sit.” He smiled at me with a wide grin. “Wanna check out more?”

  I did want to check out things. Getting up, I found him taking my hand again and this time a little spark shot up my arm. I found it odd, but I liked it.

  We came to a hallway, and I had to stop as something hit me like a brick. “Bullets.”

  Gannon looked at me with a questioning gaze. “What about bullets?”

  “Holes,” I said. “In the walls. I can hear the bullets as they rip through the air.” My eyes grew wide as I stared at Gannon. “You were there. You held me, and pulled me with you to the floor.”

  He nodded. “That did happen, Brooke.” He pulled me along then opened a door. “Do you remember this room?”

  I went straight to where I saw bullet holes in my head, but the wall was void of even a scar from them. “It was in here, wasn’t it?” I looked at Gannon as something passed through my mind. “She’s in prison, right?”

  He nodded again. “She is. You’re starting to remember things. This was a great idea, baby.” He took my hand and pulled me to a door across the hallway. When he pushed that door open, I could smell something.

  The scent triggered something inside of my head. “This smells like us.”

  In a flood of flashing images, I felt my legs going weak as Gannon and the children took turns making appearances in my head like strobe lights. I clung to Gannon who wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight. “Baby?”

  “Gannon!” I closed my eyes as the images wouldn’t stop. “Gannon!”

  My fingers curled into his strong arms, feeling his biceps as a hunger rose inside of me.

  My body shook as the visions began to slow. When I opened my eyes, I knew the man who held me. He searched my eyes. “Brooke?”

  “I remember now.”

  Gannon

  I saw it in her beautiful green eyes. She knew me!

  Her hands were shaking as she ran them over my face. “Gannon, baby!” Her lips trembled as she pulled me to her, our lips brushing the others.

  Her sweet breath mingled with mine as her lips parted. Our kiss was deep and took me over. I picked her up, carrying her to our bed. I laid down with her as emotions took me over.

  I had my wife back in our bed where she belonged. I had my wife back!

  We kissed each other hungrily as our hands moved all over the other’s body. I cupped her breast as she squeezed my ass. Then her hands moved under my t-shirt, and she pulled it up, touching my skin and sending my cock into a state that made it uncomfortable inside my jeans.

  I had to pull away from her and stood up to undress. She pulled her clothes off in a rush, then we were back together on our bed. Her legs wrapped around my body as she arched up to me.

  When my cock pushed into her hot core, she and I both groaned with agonizing relief. “God, I missed you,” I hissed in her ear then bit her earlobe.

  “Gannon, I’m so sorry,” she whimpered. “How long has it been?”

  “Three weeks, baby. Three long as hell weeks.” I thrust into her with a savage need.

  She looked up at me as I made her mine once more. “I’m so sorry, Gannon. I am.”

  “Don’t apologize, baby. It’s not your fault.” I kissed her as I moved my cock in and out of her hot pussy.

  She moaned and tugged at my lower lip with her teeth. I rolled over and had her on top of me. She pushed herself up to ride me. My hands went to her waist, then all the way up until they filled with her tits.

  She leaned over, and I pulled one delicious nipple into my mouth, suckling it. She purred as she rode me, “I love you, Gannon Forester. I always have and I always will.”

  Her words sent my heart into a stupor. She was back. My wife was back!

  “I love you, Brooke Forester,” I told her, letting my lips graze her tit as I spoke.

  She shuddered. “How I missed this. Now I know why I felt so lost and alone. I didn’t have you.”

  “You and I are a part of each other, we have been for a long time now.” I looked into her eyes, recalling how terrible it felt when she woke up at the hospital and didn’t know who I was. “When you didn’t know me, it nearly killed me, baby.”

  She leaned over and kissed me then pulled her mouth off mine. “I can’t stop saying I’m sorry, baby. I can’t. It’s hurting me to know I hurt you that way.”

  “It’s not like you did it on purpose.” I pulled her back to me and kissed her hard then rolled over with her. I loved the way she felt underneath my body.

  She bent her knees as she pushed her body up, wanting me deeper inside of her. “Gannon, thank you for coming to get me.”

  “Thank you for coming home.” I ran my teeth up and down her neck.

  Her nails dug into my back, leaving scratches on me. And I ate up every bit of it. To be able to see her marks upon my flesh again was a thing I could only dream about.

  I bit her neck, sucking it and licking it until I was sure she had a nice purple mark on her. A mark I’d made and could look at, bringing this memory back to me for a while.

  Immersing myself in her, I felt like myself again. I’d been lost too. Very lost without her.

  The kids were the only reason I’d held myself together as much as I had. Thank God for them, or I’d have gone off the deep end without her.

 
She gasped, “Gannon, I’m coming, baby!”

  I felt her body contract all around my cock, and wet heat made things slippery inside of her. “Oh, yeah, baby. Come all over my cock. God damn it!”

  The way she felt took me over the edge with her. Our bodies converged and became one as we exchanged fluids. Panting, we went perfectly still.

  “I’m home, Gannon. I’m finally home,” she whispered.

  I kissed her sweet lips. “You are finally home.”

  We stared into each other’s eyes, and when tears began to stream from hers, I kissed them away. Holding back my own tears proved impossible as I tasted her salty ones.

  We cried together. Tears of happiness. Tears of regret. Tears of relief.

  We held each other so tightly; it was as if we both were afraid this was a dream we’d wake up from.

  “This is real, right?” she asked in a hoarse voice.

  “God, I hope so,” I said. “If this is just a dream, I’m going to be so pissed when I wake up.”

  She laughed, and it was like music to my ears. It felt like an eternity had passed since I had heard her sweet laughter. “Oh, baby, you don’t know how good it is to hear you laugh.”

  With a sigh, she closed her eyes. “Gannon, life with you is like a dream. You’re so perfect and so caring.” She opened her eyes and looked at me as her hands moved to rest on my shoulders. “I am the luckiest woman in the entire world.”

  “Then that makes me the luckiest man in the world.”

  With one more kiss, I felt the cracks that had formed in my heart when she told me she didn’t know who I was, heal. I was whole again. And now so was she.

  The End

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  Dirty Little Virgin Extra

  Submissives’ Secrets

  Power coursed through my veins, until one fateful night that nearly took it all away…

  I was her Dom, a role I took seriously.

  She was not only my wife but my sub too.

  Her body bent to my will in every way imaginable.

  But an accident took me to a place of helplessness.

  Now it was she who was in control.

  She held my life in the palm of her hand, a thing that didn’t sit well with me.

  But with time, my body recovered, but I had to recover my role as the Dom in our relationship.

  Once her rock, she’d become mine.

  Would I be able to gain the control I’d lost or would she now hold the keys forever?

  Pierce

  Her footsteps in the hallway had my ears pricking. Jade would soon enter the room I was imprisoned in. Her gorgeous face would soon be in front of me, and I’d have to look upon it and try my best not to let anger overtake me.

  “Pierce, how are you doing today, sweetie?” Her long legs came into view as I’d been positioned face down for a while to allow my blood to flow to different areas of my broken body.

  “Still here. So not well at all,” I answered as she used the controller to turn me right side up.

  “But you are alive, and that’s much better than the alternative.” Her face came into view, and my heart pounded.

  She came to me every day and stayed nearly the entire day with me before going back to our estate to be with our children. I hadn’t allowed Sarah, Johnathon, and Sandy to come to the hospital. The horrified expressions I’d have to endure from them would be too hard to take.

  Her idea of being alive being better than dead wasn’t exactly the same as mine. In fact, I would’ve welcomed death with open arms had I been given the choice myself. Since I came into the hospital unconscious, that had been left up to Jade, my wife of ten years. And she wanted me kept alive, no matter what they had to do to keep my soul within my broken body. It was becoming increasingly hard not to hate her for what she’d ordered.

  My silence let her know how I felt. Her eyes ran over my body. A body that was held in chains as I had to be kept in traction until my broken bones healed.

  The car accident was nothing but a blur to me. Oncoming headlights, the windshield wipers moving back and forth as fast as they could over the windshield of my Mercedes. Steely Dan, playing on the satellite radio, Rikki Don’t Lose That Number would be forever etched into my brain. Then there was nothing. Not a damn thing.

  When my eyes opened again, a nurse was standing over me, looking at me as she called out my name over and over. All I could do was blink to let her know I had heard her.

  “Mr. Pierce Langford, you’re in London Bridge Hospital,” came the first words I’d heard in what seemed like a very long time. “You’ve been in an automobile accident,” she had an English accent, much like my wife’s. It was then that it hit me and I wondered where Jade was.

  But I couldn’t talk. Something was in my mouth, and my eyes grew big as I wanted desperately to ask for my wife. The beeping that was constant became erratic, and the nurse put her hand on my cheek. “Calm down. We’ll remove the breathing tube in just a moment. And then we’ll let your wife come in to see you. She’s been here the entire time. You can thank her for your life. She made sure the surgeons did everything they could to keep you alive. It wasn’t an easy task; your heart stopped six times.”

  Six times I’d been dead, and each time they resuscitated me thanks to my wife’s demands. Six times I had the chance to leave my broken body and six times Jade refused to let that happen.

  “The doctor told me they’d be bringing in an x-ray machine today to see how the breaks are healing.” Jade picked up a potted plant someone had sent to me and took it to the sink to water it.

  “Even if they are healing that doesn’t mean I’ll ever walk again.” I closed my eyes as no sadness filled my voice, but anger certainly did.

  “Walking isn’t everything, sweetheart.” Jade took the plant back to the window sill and placed it in the sun’s light. She glanced around the room. “I wonder if they’d let me add a few touches to this room to make it more like home for you.”

  “What, paint the walls that shade of brown that’s in our bedroom?” I rolled my eyes. “There’s no reason to try to spruce this room up. It won’t help a damn thing, Jade. Listen to yourself!” I closed my mouth, my lips forming a thin line. I had to control the anger inside. I had to do it for her.

  The woman didn’t mean for her decisions to hurt me. I knew that. I knew she loved me, wanted me to be here for her and our children. The only thing was that I’d never again be the man I was. No matter what they did to me, I would never be that man.

  Jade came to me, standing over me. I hated to be in the positions they had me in. I hated being strung up, helpless to do a damn thing for myself. I couldn’t even take a shit by myself for the love of God.

  “Pierce,” her voice but a whisper, her eyes glistening. “Please try to think rationally. I know you hate this. I hate it too. But this is just a space of time where things aren’t great. You’ll get out of these chains, and you’ll be back to yourself before you know it.”

  “I’ll never be back to myself, Jade. You and I both know that. Tell someone else your lies.” I closed my eyes again, not wanting to see her face.

  “They aren’t lies.” Her hand moved over my cheek then her lips followed.

  My heart couldn’t take it. The monitor beeped like crazy, and she pulled her lips away. “Jade, I’m sorry.”

  “I know you are.” She swept her hand through my hair. “I think the first thing we’ll get done as soon as they get you out of this contraption is get this hair washed and cut.” Snapping a rubber band on her wrist, she pulled my unwashed hair into a ponytail and used the rubber band to secure it. “I hate when the nurses take this out and leave you facing down. Your hair is getting so long it hangs in your face.”

  “I ask them to take it out. After a while it makes my head hurt. While I’m glad to feel something, it gets annoying.” I hadn’t felt my limbs in a month. The way they kept my body made it that way.
Well, that and some pretty stout pain meds. But they’d been pulling back on the meds for a while, and still, I felt nothing from the neck down.

  Glad not to have a mirror to see the state I was in, I relied on Jade to tell me how I looked. She’d explained that a metal bracket ran along my spine, another piece of metal ran around my neck to keep it in place. Another metal bracket ran along the front of my body too, and both pieces connected to the metal collar and another round metal piece that ran around my hips. My head was held by what they called a halo; they had screwed into my skull. Casts were on all of my limbs as well and metal chains held them up for me.

  The surgeon told me that I hadn’t broken every bone in my body, but I sure had gotten close. It was a miracle that I’d survived being hit by that truck that was carrying mattresses to some store in London.

  It was no miracle in my opinion. It was Jade’s doing. It was Jade who had me there, trapped in the hospital. It was Jade who kept telling the doctors to bring me back each time I’d died. It was all Jade’s doing, every last bit of it.

  I didn’t believe I could ever forgive her.

  Jade

  I’d woken up with a start as my cell went off. It was nearly midnight. Looking at the other side of my bed, I found my husband had still not made it home, which was odd.

  He’d been out Christmas shopping for me. After we put our children to bed, he kissed me on the cheek, told me to go to bed myself, and he was going out to buy me some gifts.

  I’d done as he said and fell asleep with ease. But I never thought he’d be out so late.

  Picking up my cell, I saw a number I didn’t recognize but answered it anyway, “Hello?”

  “Mrs. Langford?” a man asked.

  “Yes, this is she. And you are?” I nibbled my pinky fingernail, getting an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach.

  “This is Doctor Williams at London Bridge Hospital.”

  My heart stopped. Why would a doctor from a hospital be calling me in the middle of the night? I could only pray I was having a nightmare and none of this was actually happening.