Giggling, Nicky scrunches up his nose. “Layla’s a girl.”
I’m outraged. “Is that what you’re teaching him about girls?”
Thomas raises an arrogant eyebrow, which surprisingly Nicky copies. “Do you want the surprise or not?”
With my eyes, I tell him that he’s gonna pay for the girl comment, but not right now. Damnit. I need to know. “Tell me.”
Thomas grins, then. And it’s so unexpected that I forget to breathe. I can only watch him as he leans over and opens the nightstand and fishes out an envelope. He gives it to me and I open it with trembling hands. It’s airplane tickets. To Paris.
“What? Where… What?”
“It’s the tickets. To Paris,” Thomas explains, with a chuckle.
“Ha ha. I can see that but…I don’t… I don’t get it.”
“I talked to your program director. I told them that you want to go, even though you’ve refused their scholarship.”
“B-but you know the reason why I refused. I can’t live in Paris for a year. I can’t be away from you and Nicky.”
“So we’re going with you.”
“We’re all going together?”
“Yes.” Thomas sighs, explaining patiently. “If you look closely there’s more than one ticket.”
I don’t care about the tickets so I don’t move my eyes from him. “For…an entire year?”
“Yup.”
I still don’t understand. “But… how… How are we gonna do it? I mean, the money. My mom pretty much hates me now. I don’t think she’ll fund my Paris adventure. She even hates paying for my college and they gave that scholarship to Josephine, and you have your book coming out. I can’t –“
Thomas cups my cheek, effectively shutting me up. “I told you I got you, and I do. Do you trust me?”
I nod and oddly, tears spill down my cheeks. “More than anyone.”
“Then we’re going, baby. You and me and Nicky. We’re together and we’re going as a family.”
“Family,” I breathe.
“Yeah.”
I look down at Nicky. He’s crawled back to his toy now that his daddy and Layla are whispering. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life.”
I rest my forehead against his and close my eyes. “Okay, I’m sure I’m in a shock right now because it’s still not sinking in. But I know one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m scared” I nod and open my eyes to find his lips twitching.
“Why?”
“Because I love you so much that I think you can’t be real.”
“Yeah, I know how that feels.”
Thomas smiles and kisses the tip of my nose. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I whisper over his lips.
Then, I cry and laugh, hugging Thomas tightly before lunging for the little monster who’s chewing Thomas’ watch and tell him how much I love him, too.
In this moment I have another epiphany, we’ve been soulmates long before we met each other, Thomas and I. And Nicky, even. Because he came from the man I love. The man I’ll always love. The man who’ll always love me.
No matter what happens, no matter how wrong things go in future, we’ll always be together. We’ll always be a family.
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The Intern
Alex Wolf
* * *
“Thank you so much for this opportunity, Mr. Carver.”
“Call me Tom. And I’m happy to do it. When Hannah said you were looking for an internship, I knew this would be a perfect opportunity, for both of us.”
Her chest blooms pink, and it spreads up her neck to her cheeks. Rose is my daughter’s college roommate. I couldn’t say no to Hannah. I’ve always spoiled her, and she knows all she has to do is ask and it’ll be done
“I’ll work hard. You won’t regret this, I promise.”
Yeah, you will.
“You sure I won’t bother you? I know you’re super busy. I don’t want to get in your way.” She shifts in her seat, crossing her ankles.
My eyes dart down to a pair of fuck-me heels, and my gaze rakes up her lean legs. Inappropriate things race through my mind every time I see Rose Collins. I know it’s wrong, but fuck, she’s hot.
“Not at all. You’re staying at the apartment over the break, and we’ll be working a lot of hours. You’ll be sick of me in no time.”
“That’ll never happen.” She glances out the window. “I can’t believe Hannah’s going to Europe with Steven for the summer. I’m going to get lonely.” She flashes me a weak smile and straightens up in her chair. “I don’t party or anything like that. I want you to know that I’ll take my position seriously.”
You won’t be lonely. Trust me.
“I doubt that. You’ll have men falling at your feet. I already noticed a few staring on the way in. We’ll keep you busy, though. Lots of work to do around here.”
I’ll keep you busy.
“You’re just trying to make me feel better.” She takes off her glasses as she finishes her new-employee paperwork.
I will definitely make her feel better. God, she has no idea how sexy she is. Legs for days. Dark hair pinned back neatly. Hair I’d love to yank on and run my fingers through. Soft red lips that’d look perfect wrapped around my cock as I fucked her mouth. And those tits. Fuck. She’s nothing but walking temptation.
I stare hard into her hazel eyes. “I don’t lie. I mean everything I say.”
“Well, umm, I should let you get back to work. Unless you want me to start today.”
“Actually, I do need you. I have a meeting, and my assistant is on maternity leave. Can you take notes? I have some other errands you could take care of as well.”
You could take care of my rock-hard cock.
Her eyes lock onto mine. A wry smile curls her lips upward as she nibbles the end of her pen. I can’t help but imagine that tongue of hers swirling around the head of my dick.
“Sure. Anything you need.”
Anything?
“Could you grab a file for me? It’s right behind you.”
“Sure.” She caps her pen and sets it beside the paperwork.
Her dainty fingers smooth down her skirt. They should be on me, stroking up and down my shaft while she awaits further instruction.
I shouldn’t think these things, but I can’t help myself.
She’s beautiful, smart, tempting—and, not to mention—forbidden. Which makes me want her even more, considering I’m a man who always gets what he wants.
“Bottom drawer. File titled ‘Titan Industry’.”
My eyes dart to her ass as she bends down to get the folder. Her charcoal gray skirt hugs her soft curves in all the right places. I want nothing more than to bend her over my desk, dig my fingers into her, and sink my cock deep inside her tight virgin pussy.
Rose is a good girl. I overheard her and Hannah before Hannah left for her trip.
Hannah had said, “Don’t be uptight all summer. Get drunk or, I don’t know, lose your virginity.”
Fuck, just hearing she was a virgin had my cock warring with my zipper. Rose needs a man to guide her, teach her things. A real man. Not some fucking frat-boy loser. She dated some clown all semester who cheated on her because she refused to give it up. Motherfucker didn’t deserve her.
Not that I do, but I’m
exactly what she needs.
Not some little cocksucker who treated her like shit and made her cry.
I have to do this right. If I move too fast, I’ll scare her off. I have no doubt by the time I make my move, she’ll be begging for it.
Her fingers brush over mine as she hands me the file. It shocks me out of my thoughts. Her touch is electric. It pulses through my limbs.
“Thank you.” I smirk when her cheeks flush with pink hues.
I’m going to enjoy this—playing with her.
“Is there anything else I can do, Mr. Carver?”
The way she says my name drives me fucking crazy. I know I told her to call me Tom, but she just changed my mind.
Right now, I want nothing more than to swipe everything off my desk, sit her on top of the hard oak, and eat her pussy for lunch.
“I was about to get some food. Why don’t you order us something?”
“What do you want?”
Your legs, trembling around my face. Now.
My eyes roll up to meet hers. “Surprise me.”
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. “Okay.”
* * *
I have no idea what to order him for lunch.
I’ve been around Mr. Carver a few times, but never enough to pay attention to what he eats.
Men like meat and sandwiches, I suppose. I decide to order him a club and fries. I opt for a burger. My stomach grumbles a little at the thought. I’m freaking starving. I was too nervous to eat breakfast.
I want to do my best to make a good impression here.
If I do well, maybe they’ll offer me a job when I graduate. A low, entry-level job, but it would be an awesome start.
Carver Global would be an amazing company to work for.
I sit in his office and watch him devour the sandwich while I pick at my burger. Apparently, I chose well. I can’t help but be intrigued by the man in the suit.
He lets his guard down, and laughs. Ketchup drips down his chin. Without thinking, I take a napkin and wipe it away.
When he smiles, my heart drums in my chest.
His hand reaches out and covers mine. “This was perfect. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
“You do this every day, I may have to keep you around permanently.”
His tone is light, but his stare smolders me. God, he looks like he could throw me over the desk and do unspeakable things to me. Every time he talks—Jesus. He’s powerful, experienced, charming—and just too fucking hot for words.
* * *
* * *
I step out of the shower, and my body welcomes the cool air. Today couldn’t have gone better. I spent most of it running errands for Mr. Carver. I really should call him Tom like he requested. It’s just that I’ve always known him as Hannah’s dad.
He’s the president of a multi-billion-dollar company. Calling him by his first name seems so—I don’t know—informal or insulting. Maybe I’m making a big deal out of nothing. My mind does that sometimes. But the man just oozes power and sophistication. I’ve never seen a more gorgeous man for his age. He could be a model for Dior.
Thinking about how he looked in his office today, how he looked at me, it sends a tingling sensation between my thighs. I could swear a few times when he looked at me, there was something between us.
I shouldn’t think about him like this, but I can’t stop myself.
The man is fine.
A real silver fox. His eyes are steely grey and penetrate my core like armor-piercing rounds. And his smile—fuck, his smile.
I walk over to my door and crack it open, barely. I don’t think he’s home from work yet.
I stroll over to my nightstand, open the top drawer, and pull out my B.O.B.
I can’t get Tom’s searing eyes out of my mind, and I need to release this tension before it destroys me.
Biting my lip, I drop my towel and lie down on the bed.
My fingers trail over my breasts, caressing my nipples, imagining my hands are his.
It’s not the first time I’ve gotten off to the thought of Tom Carver. It’s even more intense now, knowing I’m staying at his apartment. It’s like his presence is all around me. He’s been in this room, probably sat on this bed. He could be home any time.
The first time I met him was a party at their house in the Hamptons. We arrived early, and he was out by the pool. He definitely works out and takes care of himself. He’s muscular but not overly thick. He has a trim build, like a swimmer’s frame, and that damn vee that cuts down below his shorts. It took everything I had not to gawk with my mouth wide open.
Arching my back and spreading my thighs, I circle my fingers over my clit. My body burns with need. There’s an ache between my legs that only thoughts of Tom can heal.
It’s too bad I can’t have him.
Spreading my fingers through my slick folds, my pussy is ready for B.O.B. to do his job.
I power him on and glide him inside while fantasizing about my new boss—my best friend’s dad.
I work it in and out, the entire time imagining it’s Tom’s thick cock pumping in and out of me.
I’ve fooled around before, and I have B.O.B., but I’ve never been with a man.
I came close with my ex, but found out he was cheating on me. It was actually a relief, even though I cried myself to sleep for a week. Thank God I didn’t give him what he wanted before I found out.
I’m saving myself for someone I can trust.
A man who knows what I need and won’t shatter my heart into a million pieces.
A man like Tom Carver.
I’m so close to finding my release when I hear a door close. I yank the covers up over my body.
“Rose? You eat dinner yet?”
Oh my God.
B.O.B.’s vibrations and the sound of his voice sends me over the edge, and my eyes roll up in my head.
A knock on my door sends it wide open.
I freeze, legs spread on my bed, completely exposed beneath the covers, and in walks the man I can’t stop thinking about.
The orgasm rolls through my body, which moves on its own accord. My hips buck as his eyes narrow on me.
There’s no way he doesn’t see what I’m doing. Well, what I was doing.
Jesus, I could die right here on the spot, but it feels so fucking good.
Tom doesn’t move or speak, but a tiny muscle jumps in his cheek, and his chest heaves and falls with each breath. He’s lost the jacket of his suit. His button-down stretches tight across his broad chest, tie loosened around his neck. His hungry eyes sear into me.
What the hell am I going to do?
Does he know I was thinking about him? Does he know I want nothing more than for him to close the distance between us and fuck me?
* * *
Fuck, it’s impossible to concentrate at work with Rose nearby. She has no idea what she did to me earlier in that meeting. While I was negotiating the terms for a new contract, all I could focus on were those tempting lips. The way she nibbled the tip of her pen nearly drove me over the edge. I was on the verge of throwing everyone out of the room and bending her over the conference room table.
I’ve never felt this way before, and I’ve had my share of women.
I don’t know what it is about her, but I can’t get her out of my head.
I canceled a client dinner to try and catch her before she ate. I want to spend as much time with her as possible, get to know everything about her. I want her underneath me, coming on a scream, while her pussy clamps around my cock.
When I get home, I catch her in her room and can’t believe my eyes. It’s like winning the lottery.
Pure, innocent Rose, on the bed, toying her sweet little cunt with a vibrator.
The primal urge to shove my cock into her rages through my body.
She’s frozen. A deer in the headlights.
“Don’t stop on my account.”
“Mr. Carver, umm, I—”
Embarrassment rushes
into her cheeks, but her eyes tell a completely different story.
Doesn’t she know she’s playing with fire, and I have absolutely no problem watching her burn?
“I told you. Call me Tom.” I walk to the side of her bed, confidence in each of my steps.
She’s beautiful, and my cock hardens, imagining what her body looks like under the covers.
Her eyes sparkle while she waits, and I can tell she’s still touching herself as she looks at me.
I pride myself on being able to read situations, but I hadn’t expected her to be this naughty so soon.
My fingers brush along her jaw and over her lips. Her warm breath plays across my hand.
Her tongue darts out, tasting the tip of my thumb, while her eyes seem to ask for permission.
Fucking Christ.
I flash her a devilish smile. “Well, well, aren’t you just full of surprises.”
Her eyes widen as she holds my gaze. “Mr., umm, Tom, I-I don’t know what came over me. I don’t know why I just did that.” She looks away.
I shove a finger in her mouth. “I think I like you calling me ‘Mr. Carver’ better.”
Her cheeks suck around my finger, and her tongue swirls around it. I can’t help but imagine what it’d feel like, her doing the same thing to my cock.
Soon.
“So, what should we do about this? Do I need to take you over my knee? Punish you for being a dirty little bitch in my house?”
She moans around my finger when she hears my words. “If you think that’s what’s best—”
I stare down at her.
Her eyelashes flutter. “Mr. Carver.”
“Hmm.” I make a tsk-tsk sound and decide I’m going to take my time with her. Break her pussy in just right. Mold it to my cock. “I was going to invite you to dinner. I’m fucking starving.” I reach down and fist the back of her hair.
Her eyes fly open, and then fall half-hooded.