Marriage of Convenience: The Raven Brothers - Book 1
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I downed the glass of champagne, trying to douse the fire.
He sat close to me again, and I realized he, not the champagne or dancefloor, was the source of all my aching need.
His gray eyes watched me. Before, he seemed amused and curious about me, but right now, his eyes looked hot and just as needy as I felt.
Unable to stop myself, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. He growled, and he lifted my leg over his thighs like he was trying to rub against me the way the other man had. This time I wanted it too.
“Let’s get out of here.” He took my hand and led me out a back door where the limo sat waiting for him. Once in the car, he told the driver where to go and then I was sitting on his lap, and his lips were consuming mine again. My head spun with all the sensations coursing through my body.
He pulled away from the kiss making me whimper. But then his tongue was licking the exposed skin over my breasts, dipping between them. My nipples hardened even more, and I wanted to get naked and have his tongue on every part of me.
His hand moved up my thigh and under my skirt. My core responded, gushing with wetness. I opened my legs, wanting him to touch me there. I felt like I’d die if he didn’t touch me there.
I whimpered again as his finger teased against the panel of my panties.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he said as his tongue slid inside my bra and flicked at my nipple.
My breath was too harsh, sensations too much to respond. The car stopped and I nearly cried out in frustration when he stopped touching me. He pulled me from the car, and only then I noticed we were in a building garage.
He pulled me to an elevator, and once the doors closed, he was touching me again. “I’m going to fuck you, Sara.”
Thank God.
“Tell me now if that’s not what you want.”
“I do want it.” Oh God, I was going up in flames.
When the doors to the elevator opened again, it let out into a living space. He grabbed me, lifting me up, and shoving a vase off the table in his entryway. He then set me on the table. The vase shattered, but he didn’t seem to care. Instead his focus was on getting my shirt and bra off.
“I knew it,” he said when my breasts were free. “Perfect tits.” His mouth wrapped around my nipple and sucked, and wow, pleasure whipped through my body.
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my god!
In just a few seconds, my skirt was bunched up at my hips and my panties were off. His mouth made a trail downward and my hips rocked with need to have him touch me there. Thankfully he did, as he ran a finger through my folds. My body felt like it was being zapped with electricity and that any moment I’d burst like a firework.
“Fuck, you’re dripping.”
Was that bad? His tone suggested that he liked it. But maybe it was gross.
And then his mouth was on me there, and I was probably going to hyperventilate and pass out. His tongue was hot and soft on my sensitive core, and my hips were rocking, wanting something more.
“Oh my God.” I gripped his head to hold him to me.
“You like that, Sara?” His deep voice reverberated against my center, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
“Yes, oh please…” I was panting as the tension grew and grew. I was going to snap or maybe explode.
“Do you need to come?”
I needed him to stop talking and make whatever was happening reach its pinnacle. “Yes. More, Chase… please more.”
He chuckled, and I wondered if what I said was wrong. Then I knew I’d done something wrong when he pulled back and stood. I was getting ready to apologize for whatever I’d done, when he undid his pants, shoving them along with his boxers down. His hard length sprung free, and I had to gasp at the size of it. It was long and thick, pink along the length, and a darker plum on the tip. It looked soft to the touch, and I hoped it was when he put it inside me, because I wasn’t sure I’d be able to manage it.
His cool gray eyes watched me as I looked at him. “Like what you see, Sara?”
I swallowed hard. I’d touched a man’s dick before, but I’d never seen one. And what I’d felt hadn’t seemed as large as the one Chase was now aiming at my burning core.
He put a condom on, and for the first time, I realized I was going to finally lose my virginity. I was scared and, at the same time, excited.
He rubbed the tip through my folds and the sensation sent a flash of fire through me. I let out a long moan. He brushed his tip it over my aching nub, making my hips buck again. God please just do it. Please fuck me.
9
Chase
I was going to combust. I couldn’t remember ever needing to fuck a woman so badly as I needed to be inside Sara.
When I’d come back from my call, I was initially amused and yes, still turned on, as I watched her move on the dance floor. Until I saw that fuckhead grind his dick against her. Then, I saw red when he didn’t listen to her and instead continued to accost her. I wanted to hit him, but managed to rein in my temper enough to push him away and get security to escort him out.
Once he was gone, I watched her dance. She was a natural the way her hips swayed, her tits bounced, and her eyes closed as if she was experiencing bliss. All I could think about was having her dance like that underneath me as I fucked her.
But she was my intern, and I maintained good behavior until she kissed me. Then all bets were off. I had to have her or die.
I laid her on the closest surface I could, once in my door and her fantastic tits were there for the sucking. I knew they’d be perfect; round and soft, with pink hard nipples.
Her panties had been wet in the car, but now looking at her pussy, I could see she was soaked. All for me.
“You’re going to be fucking fantastic,” I groaned at her response. Her hips rocked with need and her breath was coming in gasps. “You’re so tied up. You need me bad, don’t you baby?”
“Yes.”
Now sheathed, I pressed against that hot wet pussy. “Do you like slow or fast, Sara?” I wanted to pound away in a fast, furious fuck, but I’d fight to take my time to draw this out if that’s what she preferred.
She gasped and her head dropped back. I took that to mean this ride was up to me. I pushed in a little further, and her pussy felt snug and fucking fantastic.
“Mmm… you’re tight. I like that.” I withdrew slightly.
“Don’t stop,” she begged me.
I laughed, loving the desperate need in her voice.
I pushed in again, watching her face as I did. My fingers gripped her hips, and I adjusted my stance as I got ready to plunge home.
“Ready baby?”
She nodded.
I withdrew again, and then surged my hips forward until they were flush against hers. She let out a sharp gasp as I pushed past a barrier.
A barrier? “Ah fuck!” I growled as realization hit, followed by anger. “You’re a virgin?”
Why the hell didn’t she tell me? I started to pull out, but her fingers gripped my shoulders, and her legs wrapped around me.
“Don’t stop, please don’t stop.” She kissed me and her pussy contracted, sending white hot sparks racing through my cock.
“Fuck!” My body responded on its own, my hips starting to buck. I held on to her hips as I start to fuck her, harder, faster. Good Christ, it felt so good and I was speeding like a fucking freight train to oblivion. I was teetering on the edge, but I knew from experience, orgasms were a million times better when a woman’s pussy gripped my cock hard and sent me over.
“Come on, Sara,” I growl at her, partly angry for her deception and crazy with the need for her tight body to give me what I craved. I rubbed my thumb over her hard clit.
She cried out and threw her head back. Her pussy clamped down so hard on my cock, stars burst in the back of my eyes.
“Fuuuuccckkkk…” Intense pleasure raced through my body, as I pumped into her until I couldn’t imagine that I had any cum left.
When it w
as done, I took a moment to catch my breath. But quickly, the realization of what I’d done, and the ramifications of it, blasted through the haze of pleasure.
I stepped back, yanking off the condom, tying the end, and tossing it in the waste basket under the hall table.
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?” Jesus, it was bad enough that I’d broken the rule about no fucking staff, but she was a virgin?
Her eyes went wide with fear and I nearly felt bad for yelling at her.
She sucked in a shuddering breath as she slid off the table and pulled her skirt down then reached for her shirt and tugged it on. “I’m sorry.”
Fucking Christ. She looked so young and innocent, making me feel like an asshole.
I inhaled a deep breath to calm myself. “Why did you kiss me and… I thought you were experienced, Sara.”
Her face flashed with a mixture of pain and annoyance. “Everyone does.”
I shook my head. “What does that mean?”
She looked up at me, and this time I saw a fire in her eyes. “You and everyone else assumes that just because I have a good body, I use it.”
Now I did feel like an asshole jerk. I wasn’t like everybody, was I?
No I wasn’t. Great body or not, I respected women. “I’d have never touched you if I’d known.” Or maybe I would have, but I’d have taken more care. Instead, her first time was a frenetic wild ride on my hall table.
“I thought you would stop if you knew, and I didn’t want you to. I wanted to have sex with you.”
My warning bell went off in my brain. I narrowed my eyes at her. “Why? What are you after Sara? Are you going to blackmail me? Use this to sue the company? Try to worm your way into a marriage?”
She shocked me by laughing derisively. I felt it like a slap.
“Men are ridiculous. You’re angry that I’ve never had sex and at the same time accusing me of using sex to get something I want. Which is it, Chase? Am I innocent or a whore?”
I wasn’t going to take the bait. “You said you wanted to have sex with me. Why me?”
She sighed and I saw the fight leave her, although she didn’t look defeated. She was more like resigned. “I thought you were different from the others. You made me feel different.” She picked up her purse. “But you’re not.”
“What’s your story?” I asked working to keep from defending myself.
She shrugged. “I’m a poor girl with no support, no money, and very little life experience, who is simply trying to make her way in the world.”
“By seducing rich men?”
She flinched. “I’d do anything to have a man really see me.”
“I see you just fine.” What the fuck was she talking about?
“No. You see these,” she said cupping her breasts. “It’s all any man sees. No one sees me.” She picked up her purse and started toward the elevator.
I didn’t like that she kept making me out to be an asshole so I let her go. “My driver will take you home.”
She stepped into the elevator and didn’t acknowledge me as the doors closed.
Fucking hell. I messaged down to my driver to let her know she was coming down and to take her home. Then I went to my bar and poured three-fingers of scotch. Jesus, what the fuck just happened?
I drank the scotch in one gulp and poured more. Taking it to my couch, I sat, pinching the bridge of my nose.
I’m a poor girl with no support, no money, and very little life experience, who is simply trying to make her way in the world.
Yeah right, I thought. She might have been a virgin, but she was smart and not necessarily innocent. She knew the way men saw her and used that to her advantage. I supposed it was a testament to her skill that she hadn’t had to give up the goods to get where she was. Until now. Until me.
I ignored her comments about her thinking I was different. I’m a fucking man with a dick. Of course, I saw her body.
The question was, what was her plan? What was she after or was she really just trying to move up in the world?
I’m a poor girl with no support, no money, and very little life experience, who is simply trying to make her way in the world.
I sat up as a thought flashed in my head. I’m a rich man in need of a wife and child to get my inheritance.
10
Sara
I woke to a pounding headache and churning in my stomach. I’d never had a hangover, but I understood that those were the signs. Then again, perhaps it was from the roller coaster ride I was on last night that ended in humiliation.
I laid in bed playing out the entire night before in my head. Chase arriving looking so powerful and handsome in his dark slacks, crisp white shirt, and a coat. It wasn’t much different from the suits he wore at work except he didn’t wear a tie, giving him a more relaxed look.
Did he often ride in a limo or did he do that for me? And the champagne! Hangover notwithstanding, I loved the feel of the bubbles and giddiness the cold drink gave me. At the same time, I had to blame the drink for lowering my inhibitions and had me kissing him and then letting him take me to his place. Although, I might have done that completely sober too. Chase was a potent man that made my body burn just by looking at him. What a cruel trick for Cupid to play on me. The one man who made me feel like a woman turned out to be like all the rest. I really thought he saw me differently. Yes, he was attracted to me, but he hadn’t been lewd about it. Because he praised my work, I’d thought he saw me as more than just my body. Boy had I been wrong.
Even so, I couldn’t deny how good it felt when he touched me. I remembered how his lips sucked on my nipples, sending such powerful sensations through my body. I remembered the intensity of his dark eyes as he took my virginity. And then it all went to hell. I didn’t understand why he was so mad about my inexperience. I couldn’t have been his first and probably wouldn’t be his last virgin.
I’d been humiliated that he’d been able to tell that I was a virgin. And then I was angry that he’d call me out on it while also suggesting I was using my sexuality to get something from him. I growled in frustration. Men were so aggravating. They were the ones always trying to give me something in return for a bit of me, not the other way around.
With that said, the actual sex part was the most powerful and exciting experience of my life. Once the pain of his entry subsided, the feel of him sliding in and out of me was incredible. And for a moment, I saw him lost in his own sexual haze as he sought pleasure. The normally broody and controlled Chase had been a slave to his own need.
Too bad it ended so badly. Today I was left with a headache and upset stomach, and my hips were sore, as was my girlie bit. Was the humiliation worth it? How about my internship? I had to consider he was going to let me go and then what would I do? My only options were to go home and beg my family to take me back or return to Glen. Both those thoughts made me feel worse than the hangover.
Maybe instead of letting me go, Chase would simply move me to a different department and assign a new supervisor. Although I hated the idea of bribing him as it would turn me into exactly what he accused me of being, perhaps I could use our encounter to ensure he didn’t let me go.
My life had been on the upswing. How had it gotten so off kilter?
All weekend, I hid in my tiny studio apartment. Even when Alex called to invite me to Central Park, I declined even though I really wanted to go. I could use a friend, but I was afraid she’d be able to tell what happened. While she didn’t seem particularly impressed with Chase, he did have power over her too, and she’d end up having to be loyal to him.
By the time Monday morning came, I was certain he was going to send me away, and I looked forward to it because I wasn’t sure I could face him. It took all the strength I had to walk into his office. Fortunately, he wasn’t there.
I sat at my desk to complete the last few data reports he’d wanted. I printed them out, then turned off the laptop and cleaned off my desk. I picked up the reports at the printer
near Alex’s desk and then put them on Chase’s desk. There. I was done. Then I waited.
Chase entered a half hour later. “Sorry I’m late. I had a meeting with my lawyer this morning.” His voice was formal, and he didn’t look at me as he strode to his desk. He looked at the reports I set there, then put them aside. Finally, he looked up at me. “Is there a problem?”
I studied him, wondering if he’d forgotten Friday night. Maybe I dreamt it. “I’m hoping you’ll reassigned me, but suspect you’re going to terminate my internship.”
He frowned. “Is that what you want?”
I shook my head. All I wanted was to be able to make my way in the world without so much difficulty and drama.
He watched me for a moment and then said. “I do have a… proposition for you.”
My stomach rolled and my heart dropped. He really was the same as all the others. I didn’t come to New York to be a kept woman.
He came around his desk and leaned against it. “First, are you alright?”
I frowned. “Sir?”
“I was a little rough the other night. Did I hurt you?”
I was surprised he cared, considering how mad he’d been. “I’m fine.”
“Good.” He took a breath. “My father recently changed the game for my brothers and me. He seems to think it would be good for us to settle down.”
I hadn’t met Chase’s father, but Alex had mentioned something about the brothers being unhappy with something he’d done recently.
“Normally, I’d ignore him. I’m perfectly content in my life. But he’s attached our inheritance and the control of the company to our starting a family.”
I nearly laughed. Rich people’s families were as dysfunctional as poor people’s. But I still didn’t see what this had to do with me.
“I’ve made this company my life, so I need to play his game, which means I need a wife.”
My brows shot up as I began to understand what he was going to propose. At least, what I thought he was going to propose.
“You need money and resources. I think we can help each other,” he said.