Lust & Lies Box Set-Sexual Awakenings, Excess, Predator & Prey

by Kate Stewart

  I moaned his name as he licked at me long and leisurely. I fisted his beautiful, blond hair, circling my hips as my orgasm built. He looked up at me as he tongued me, the heat in his eyes bringing his name across my lips in a prayer.

  “This…” he said, sliding more fingers into me then licking me off the fingers he’d buried inside me. “This is so fucking good,” he murmured.

  “Coming,” I said softly as my body shuddered.

  My orgasm seemed to last forever as Aiden continued to bathe me with his tongue. I gripped his hair and forced his head up when he made no move to stop.

  “Please, Aiden,” I begged.

  He leaned down, filling my center with his talented tongue, pressing my stomach as he pushed it in further. I fisted the sheets, my body spilling again for him. When he was satisfied, he brought himself back to me, and I kissed him with so much fever he had to pull away to take a breath. Panting heavily, he looked down at me with need in his expression. I gripped him tightly in my hand, reveling in the naked feel of his impressive cock.

  He reached over and dug through his nightstand, coming up with a condom. As soon as he was fitted, his body covered mine once again. He kissed me deeply and thrust himself inside as he invaded my mouth. My entire body arched off of the bed as he pulled out halfway and spread my legs further. He thrust again fully then stopped, letting me feel all of him. He stilled, so my eyes shot to his as he hooked my leg and pushed in deeper, filling me to the brink.

  “To be deep inside this perfect pussy is what I want, indefinitely,” he said, circling his hips as he pulled out of me and thrust in again. I came, digging my nails into his arms, begging for more. He kept his pace slow as he filled me over and over, his lips caressing my skin, sucking my aching nipples. I gripped his ass, pulling him to me as I wrapped my legs tightly around him. He moaned as I met his thrusts and I felt him quicken and swell inside me. He gripped the headboard behind me, grinding himself into me as I tightened again beneath him.

  “Fuck, Nina, baby.”

  He let go as I shuddered with him. He collapsed in a heap on top of me as I took the opportunity to explore his perfectly toned arms and back. I caressed him as he gathered his breath then he looked up at me with a heart-stopping grin. I smiled back as he took my lips in a soft kiss.

  He disappeared into the bathroom and came out with baby wipes. I gave him a questioning look.

  “If it’s good enough for a baby’s ass, it’s good enough for ours,” he said with a chuckle.

  “Sexy pillow talk,” I said with a grin.

  After a wipe down with the baby wipes, we both collapsed in bed. He wrapped his arms around me.

  “You like this,” he said, holding me tighter to him.

  “How do you know?” I asked.

  “Last night, when I held you,” he said softly.

  “You don’t miss anything, do you?” I said coolly, burying my face in the pillow, knowing he had heard me crying.

  He pulled me onto his chest and held me tightly to him. “I like it, too.” I nodded, trying to tamp down the emotion building as he looked at me so sincerely.

  “Just do me a favor, don’t say things you don’t mean,” I said, nuzzling his neck.

  “Such a cautious woman, but at least I know why,” he said, his fingertips putting me in a daze. He leaned in and whispered, “Thank you.”

  “Oh no, sir,” I said, placing my hands under my chin on his chest, “I should be thanking you.”

  “That’s not what I’m talking about,” he said with a smirk.

  “I know,” I said, planting a kiss on his chest.

  We ate dinner on his deck that night. This time I put my skills to use, and he was more than appreciative. I stayed another night at his urging, not that it took much effort to convince me. Before we went to sleep and after he’d had his way with me, he wrapped my arm around his waist. I guess it was his turn.

  §§

  The next morning I woke to an empty bed. Apparently, Aiden was an early riser. I had no obligations but knew it was time to make my exit. Freshly showered, I walked downstairs in the oversized t-shirt Aiden had laid out for me. I could only imagine the questions that would be circling around Carson’s head as I joined him at the car in sweats and high heels.

  “Aiden?”

  “In here,” he called from the kitchen. The Red Hot Chili Peppers sang “Give it Away” as I observed him plating pancakes.

  “Morning,” I said with a smile. He looked up at me with a brilliant smile of his own, his eyes roaming me in his oversized t-shirt. The amber globes heated as I stood there thinking delicious thoughts of what we’d done last night. He seemed to be thinking the same.

  “It’s about time,” he said, rounding the counter. “I’ve been slaving away,” he scorned.

  “It looks amazing, really, but I don’t eat carbs,” I said as he crashed into me, kissing me with a greedy tongue.

  “I don’t give a fuck right now,” he said, taking my lips again.

  Whoa, he must be fond of t-shirts as well.

  He walked me over to the breakfast nook and pulled off my t-shirt. He took a single finger and rubbed it between my thighs, feeling me ready for him.

  “Are you on birth control?” he hissed through clenched teeth.

  “Yes,” I whispered back.

  “I want to come inside you,” he said as he plunged one, then a second finger inside me. My desire was audible as I panted. “I’m safe, Nina, but I’ll wait.”

  I shook my head. He instantly turned me around to face the table then lifted my leg so my knee rested on it. His hands roamed my back as I waited to be filled, aching and burning for him.

  “I woke up craving you. I should have just taken it.” I was instantly full as he slammed his cock inside me. He fucked me viciously as I braced myself on the table, moaning uncontrollably.

  “I want to be the only man who gets this, Nina. The only one.” He groaned as his thrusts picked up speed. I came loudly, begging for more as he thrust again and again relentlessly until he came minutes later, filling me in hot spurts. He wrapped his arm around me, rubbing his orgasm all over me, between my lips and up and down my drenched pussy. He circled my clit over and over, continually rubbing his cum on me and into me as he whispered, “I want you with me, Nina. I really want you with me,” he said as he kissed my neck and I gave into his skilled hand. “I’ll worship this perfect body as long as you’ll let me.” His hand slowly stopped, and he led me upstairs so we could both wash off. I stayed silent as I thought about what he asked me. Yesterday I’d practically declared myself his girlfriend. Is that what I wanted? And just because he wanted to exclusively fuck didn’t mean he wanted a relationship. It was too soon.

  I could be sexually exclusive…with Aiden.

  “I’ve called my car. It’s probably waiting for me downstairs,” I said, pulling on the jogging shorts I’d taken up residence in. Well, besides the nearly twenty-four hours I’d spent naked.

  “Leaving?” he said, wiping off his chest.

  “Yeah, I have to get home,” I said, refusing to look at him. The truth was, I had absolutely nothing to do, but he didn’t need to know that. When I felt strong enough to see him naked without dropping to my knees and thanking him for the weekend with my tongue, I kissed him goodbye. He insisted I wait until he dressed so he could walk me to the door.

  “I had fun,” I said, kissing him slowly and pulling away with a smile.

  “Me too,” he smiled. “Talk soon, naughty girl.”

  “Bye,” I rasped out, finding my trusted driver right where he should be. I smiled at Carson and turned back to smile at Aiden, who was looking at me from the door. I sat back in the limo, laughing at my clothes.

  “I was getting worried,” Carson said. I was touched by his concern.

  “Sorry, Carson, I should have texted.”

  “It’s all right if you’re all right, Miss.”

  I smiled broadly at him in the rearview mirror. “Never better.”


  “A man is rich in proportion to the number of things which he can afford to let alone.”

  ― Henry David Thoreau

  §§

  “Good Morning,” Taylor chimed on the phone.

  “Sure is,” I replied happily. Her sudden pause on the phone made me giggle.

  “Well, someone had a good weekend,” she said, not hiding her surprise. Had I really been that dreadful lately?

  “I did,” I agreed, stretching in my bed as I put her on speaker and walked to my closet.

  “I have a few things to discuss with you. Do you have a few minutes?”

  “I’m coming in today,” I said, feeling guilty for having been so absent. “I’ll be there in an hour. Can it wait until then?”

  “Sure. The most pressing is an offer on one of your properties. The Garrison firm said they have been pushing for a quick sale.”

  “Really?” I asked, intrigued. “Send me the outline, and I’ll see you shortly.”

  “Sure thing,” she said then hung up. I stood in my closet in a daze, still deliciously sore from the exertion of this weekend. Aiden and I had spent hours familiarizing ourselves with each other’s bodies. He hadn’t pressed me further about anything personal, and I realized I hadn’t asked much about him at all. I didn’t even know the man’s last name.

  I stood, surrounded by the world’s most accomplished designers, as I thought of how he’d kissed me, roamed my body with his touch, and promised to worship it as long as I let him.

  My phone vibrated as I settled on a Donna Karen sheath dress and smart shoes. I looked to see the object of my intrigue was thinking about me too.

  Aiden: Before you go rule the world today, just know I meant what I said. I want to rule your body.

  Nina: Well, I have to admit your résumé is impressive.

  I carried out the quick task of a shower and couldn’t help but to glance at my phone after I dressed. He was already getting under my skin. His hands and mouth lingered on me deliciously.

  Aiden: I’ll see you soon, naughty girl.

  He was both a sensitive and extremely dominant lover. I marveled at that thought alone. I spent the entirety of my time at my vanity, makeup in hand, thinking about his perfect cock and how amazing it felt to be completely full of him.

  I wanted more.

  §§

  On the way to my office downtown, I opened the email listing the properties Scott Solutions held. I scrolled through them, familiar with most of the addresses. I opened a new email and saw the address I had an offer on was in Savannah. Puzzled, I looked at the list Taylor had originally sent me. All of the addresses were in or around the Charleston area. I walked into work and greeted Taylor, who followed me into my office. She looked flawless in a pinstriped pencil skirt and white blouse, her hair perfectly combed into a sleek ponytail.

  “This property has an offer?” I said, pulling it up to get a better look on my monitor.

  “Two now, actually. I researched it some, and it looks like it’s never been developed.” She looked at me just as puzzled. I scrutinized the picture and saw it was basically a riverfront patch of grass with a small shed that sat under an old Spanish moss covered tree.

  The office phone rang, and Taylor answered as she sat across from me by pressing her headset. She looked at me and rolled her eyes, and I knew instantly it was Devin. I was in far too good of a mood to have him ruin it, but Devin rarely called without a purpose.

  “Good morning, Mr. McIntyre,” I said as Taylor took her leave and shut the door behind her.

  “Regretting your decision yet?”

  “Sure am, I knew better than to pick up the phone,” I said dryly.

  “I need to speak with you privately,” he said, as if he wasn’t alone. I could picture him now, staring out his office window in a perfectly tailored suit, ignoring some client vying for his attention.

  “Sorry, I’m on my way to Savannah,” I said, texting Carson to bring the car around.

  There was an extremely long pause before he replied. “Oh, what’s the reason?”

  “Well, apparently I own some land there and have very interested buyers. You should know all about it, right? It was your purchase?”

  “It was,” he replied sharply.

  “Devin, what can I do for you?”

  “Meet me right now. I can be at your office in twenty minutes.”

  I sighed into the phone before replying, “No.”

  “Listen to me, Nina. I need to talk to you, just wait there.” His tone was urgent and demanding.

  “I don’t take orders from you anymore, Devin.” I hung up, not giving his silver tongue a chance to work its magic. I’d already been that fool.

  There was no way in hell I was waiting for him. I gathered Taylor and minutes later we were on our way to Savannah.

  “I called the realtor. She is meeting us there,” Taylor said, obviously miffed at having to waste a workday accompanying me.

  “Perfect,” I said, pulling out my phone to answer my emails. Savannah was an hour and a half away from Charleston, and I was quite fond of the city. They were similar in origin and build, but very different in atmosphere. Savannah had always seemed a bit more mysterious to me.

  Taylor and I spent the time in the car being productive. We poured over an endless list of things I had neglected in my last week. Feeling accomplished with what we’d done in the short amount of time, I let my gaze drift out the window. I saw nothing but the golden haired, amber-eyed, wet dream that was now consuming all my imagination.

  A short time later, Carson announced we had arrived. When we exited the car, I was shocked at the complete understatement of the picture. We seemed to be on the outskirts of the city, and the deserted plot was absolutely gorgeous. Taylor’s audible “Wow” confirmed what I was thinking. The view of the Savannah River was remarkable, and the land was completely untouched. The only likeness between the picture and what we were seeing was the small shed sitting underneath a live oak tree dripping with Spanish moss.

  I was absolutely taken with it.

  This is not for sale.

  “Hello, ladies,” a pretty blonde greeted as she walked toward us, hand outstretched. “Mrs. Scott?” She questioned.

  “Ms.,” I answered, my hand grasping hers in reply. She nodded and turned to Taylor, extending the same courtesy as Taylor addressed her. “You must be Mrs. Volz.”

  She nodded and shook Taylor’s hand. “Please call me Violet.”

  §§

  “Well, I have to say, I have been curious about this place for a while now,” Violet said, surveying the land with us.

  “Why is that?” I asked, intrigued.

  “I have brokered the sale of this property six times in the last two years,” she answered, looking directly at me. “It always sells quickly and for a decent percentage more than the previous sale. No one has ever taken residence. I’ve always been a bit curious as to why, though the commission never hurt.” She winked.

  “See that for sale sign?” She continued nodding over at a rusty, old and barely visible sign. “That never comes down. I see so much potential here. I’m glad to finally see someone interested in more than flipping the property for a profit.”

  “That’s funny you mention that,” I said, turning to Taylor whose wheels were spinning. “I’ve gotten a few offers on this land in the last few days.”

  “Oh, well maybe I spoke out of turn,” Violet said quickly.

  “No, no, I think you’re absolutely right. There is something great about his place.” She smiled as we walked around briefly. She technically had no property to show aside from the shed no one was interested in.

  I asked Violet to lunch with the two of us in a gesture of thank you for rescheduling her day around our impromptu visit. She insisted it wasn’t a problem, but agreed to join us. I liked her instantly. Like Taylor, she seemed to have thick skin and a tell-it-like-it-is air about her.

  A lunch with the two of them might have been exactly what I
needed.

  §§

  Four hours later, we were laughing hysterically as we emptied our fifth bottle of wine. We sat, relaxed on couches on the patio at Opal, a Greek restaurant I frequented when I visited Savannah. A glass chandelier hung between us as we sampled the wine list, filling up on rich dishes. Even Taylor’s demeanor had completely relaxed as we wasted the day away.

  “Excuse me, ladies, it’s my husband.” Violet excused herself, lifting her finger up, indicated she would only be a moment.

  “Well, this was fun,” I said, beaming as I turned to Taylor who sipped her wine while nodding in agreement.

  “I like her,” Taylor said. “She’s real.”

  I nodded as she made her way back to the table. “I’ve misbehaved. My husband is coming to pick me up,” she said with a wicked smile and a wink.

  “We could’ve dropped you off,” I offered, noting it was time to head back to Charleston.

  “Oh, I’ll be fine,” she said with a smirk. I looked over at Taylor who had a brow raised at Violet. I excused myself to the restroom and checked my phone after washing my hands, finding several missed calls from Devin.

  Not a chance.

  He never called me this often. Maybe this time I had actually convinced him I was done. Because, for the first time, it was the truth.

  When I got back to the table, Taylor and Violet were talking in whispers and stopped abruptly when I approached. I was about to inquire as to what was being withheld from me when a drop dead gorgeous man approached our table.

  “Ladies,” he said, his eyes fixed on Violet. She beamed up at him as Taylor caught her gaping mouth.

  “This is Rhys, my husband,” Violet proclaimed proudly.

  “Taylor Ellison,” she cooed as he smiled at her before turning to me. The man was beautiful but had absolutely no effect on me. At that very moment, I craved Aiden for the first time.

  “Nice to meet you,” I said, briefly shaking his hand.

  “If you ladies don’t mind, I will be relieving you of my wife.” Violet turned to us, and we said our goodbyes. I promised I would be in contact regarding some future investments in real estate in the area. Taylor watched with piqued interest as they walked away.