One Last Time ?: Bad Boy Bachelors of Orange County BK 1

by Gray, Khardine

  I’d never had sex like this before.

  Me… I couldn’t believe I was admitting that, and I couldn’t believe that this was supposed to be the last time we would do this. How could it be when I wanted more?

  More of this, more of her.

  More of her… It was her. It wasn’t the sex, which, yes, was wild and over the edge dirty, but it was her.

  Taylor.

  Watching her come undone in my arms sent me jack-hammering to my release. The moment gripped me and threw me outside of reality. The same moment, however, allowed me to hear faint sounds coming from outside the closet. Someone was in her office. Someone was actually in there.

  I managed to register that fact just in time before she screamed out her own release. I covered her mouth with mine, hoping like hell I could muffle her scream.

  She realized what I was doing too, and her eyes widened when we both heard Peter’s voice. Sounded like he was on his phone.

  “Hi, have you seen Taylor this morning?” he was saying. “Looks like she’s here, but I can’t find her.”

  Oh fuck. The footsteps sounded near the closet door. Any movement would give us away, but him opening the door and seeing us would give us the fuck away too. Me with my cock still buried in his daughter, and her with her legs wrapped around me.

  Why did the universe hate me so damn much?

  “The coffee shop?” he asked, and I thanked God in his high heavens and the host of heaven when the footsteps moved away from the closet door.

  The next sound we heard was her office door closing.

  She slid down, and I pressed my head to hers.

  The caress of her hands on my chest awoke my senses. I looked down at her and kissed her again.

  Christ… she tasted so good. Better than before.

  This was going to kill me. It was. It actually was. This was what people called obsession, and it would kill me, but I no longer cared. This would be the death of me, but if this was the it and the way to go, death could take me. In for a penny, in for a pound. It was the same to me.

  Fuck it. I’d been inside her, skin to skin.

  One more time?

  Yes. And maybe another.

  “Come home with me.” I smiled and whispered against her lips.

  “Yes,” she answered, kissing me harder.

  Chapter 11

  Taylor

  * * *

  The little blue dots jumped across the screen of my phone, and I smiled to myself.

  Dylan: What are you wearing?

  Taylor: What do you want me to wear?

  I giggled and felt proud of myself because I really didn’t know when I’d gotten so brave.

  The blue dots jumped again.

  Dylan: Nothing, wear nothing.

  In seconds, another message came through.

  Dylan: Actually, I’m on my way over. Pack a bag.

  Oh my God… I would have loved nothing more for him to come and get me and have a repeat of the weekend and day we’d had, but I couldn’t.

  Taylor: I’ll come to you later. I’m still with my sisters.

  My sisters were all here. All of us together like how it use to be when we’d lived with our parents.

  We’d gathered in the kitchen, baking cookies while Abby filled us all in on the latest gossip. I’d snuck outside to text Dylan.

  The little blue dots jumped again.

  Dylan: I’ll pick you up. Wear something sexy. I think we’ll call in another field trip tomorrow.

  Taylor: I can’t wait.

  Oh my God, this was so crazy. It really and truly was. We’d left the office on Friday right there in the middle of the morning when we should have been working. We left, went to his gorgeous apartment near Redondo Beach, and that was where I stayed until three hours ago when he brought me home.

  Three hours ago, I pitched up at the house to be confronted by both Mia and Abby, who were a mixture of worry and curiosity because no one had seen or heard from me since last week, and my excuse for not going to work today was that Dylan and I had taken a field trip. Great excuse, which I would happily use again tomorrow.

  We were supposedly visiting event organizers and a few other suppliers. In actual fact, I spent the day getting up close and personal with his dick.

  I sighed and shook my head at myself, bringing my hands to my cheeks. I’d lost my mind. I had. I must have because that would be the only explanation for my recklessness.

  What the hell was I doing, enticing a guy who I shouldn’t be with? I wouldn’t care about things from my side because I had no stipulations in continuing this whirlwind romance, or whatever this was with him. He, on the other hand, had a lot to lose.

  I would feel so bad if he got in trouble with his father, but shit… How old were we? We were adults who could do whatever we wanted. My parents wouldn’t dare exert that kind of control over me. I guess, though, that it was a little different for him.

  “Hey, are you done yet?” Mia called out. She walked out on to the terrace and looked me up and down.

  “Done? With what?” I asked, feigning innocence. It might have worked if I hadn’t started laughing.

  “You little minx. Don’t even try and lie. We know you’re out here having phone sex with your guy.” She chuckled.

  “No, no, nothing like that.” Although that was a really good idea.

  “We need you inside.” She marched over and linked my arm with hers, ushering me back inside the house. “You know how I said the other day that I had the absolute strong suspicion that Vanessa’s still a virgin? I think I’m right.”

  I widened my eyes. That was juicy news because we’d both had the suspicion for a while. Abby just thought she was a prude. “What makes you think you’re right?” I gasped.

  “I told her about that sex club I went to, and she turned so red I thought she was going to combust. It was the way she looked at me. I could see it in her eyes,” Mia bubbled on. However, I’d stopped listening when she said sex club. I’d zoned out and was pretty certain my face was just as red as Vanessa’s, and I wasn’t a virgin.

  “Mia, you went to a sex club!” I gasped. I couldn’t even conceive the idea.

  “Yeah, I told you that was where Robert was taking me last Saturday.”

  I had no recollection of that. Sometimes, though, I did zone out when she and Abby started their crazy sex talk. It was always extravagant, but this was by far the most shocking.

  “What the hell did you do there?”

  The saucy smile she gave me told me everything, and she started laughing. “Taylor, dear, I sometimes forget you’re the prude, not Vanessa.”

  Now it was my turn to smile at her. “I am definitely not a prude.” The last few days took me out of that category. Completely out. And just because I didn’t have a flair for the extravagant like Abby and Mia, that didn’t mean I was a damn prude.

  We went into the kitchen, where Abby and Vanessa were laughing so hard they were crying.

  Vanessa had bits of the cookie she was eating all over her silk top and her hair.

  “What are you guys laughing about now?” I asked, grinning at the sight of them.

  “Mrs. Gallman’s hair. I was at Portman’s for lunch with Gilly,” Abby began, dabbing at her eyes. “They have this new organic menu. Mrs. Portman came in with a new wig that you could tell was a wig, but it must have been made from fur instead of hair.”

  “What?” Mia asked while I started to laugh.

  “Yes,” Abby giggled. “It’s apparently a new thing. Anyway, we’re eating, and the next thing we see is this little dog jumping from a bag that sat on a chair near her. It jumped on her and grabbed the wig off her head.”

  We all burst out laughing.

  I shook my head at the craziness. Abby was the one who always managed to see such things, and always when she was with Gilly. The trouble those two got up to was unreal, but trouble and the bizarre always seemed to find them too.

  Poor Mrs. Gallman couldn’t have had a more emb
arrassing thing happen to her in front of those two. It served her right though. She couldn’t stand us. Apparently, she and Dad dated way back in the day, and she never forgave him for ending things with her. She didn’t hesitate to show her displeasure of all of us as his spawn every chance she got.

  “The dog ripped the hair apart,” Abby cried, and we all laughed harder.

  Jesus, that was ridiculous.

  A little tap sounded on the door, diverting our attention from the joke.

  Dad stood there holding a bunch of long-stemmed yellow English roses and a box of chocolates. I bit the inside of my lip, unable to tamp down my jealousy. He knew we were meeting today and probably came to give his children who weren’t me the weekly fatherly overkill of indulgence.

  I hadn’t seen him since the meeting on Wednesday last week when he was so harsh with me. I hadn’t spoken to him either. Of course, the last time that we’d been in the same proximity of each other, I’d been in the closet of my office having the best sex of my life.

  “Girls,” Dad beamed with a bright smile.

  No wonder no one believed me when I told them he was the boss from hell. No one would because right now, he was like Santa without the long white beard and the red outfit.

  He was like two different people. This one was the nice-as-pie version.

  Vanessa was the first in his arms. She was the baby so had always gotten more attention anyway. Even at twenty-four, she still rushed to his arms like she was five. I would too if he spoiled me rotten.

  Next was Abby, the Daddy’s girl. Then Mia, the girl who loved Daddy’s credit card.

  She was the one who was always asking for more money, and he always gave it, while I, on the other hand, had worked from as early on as I could. At sixteen, I’d worked in my friend’s mom’s hair salon, and there I stayed until I went to college and started taking my career in PR more seriously.

  “Are those for me, Dad?” Abby gushed.

  “No, these are for Taylor.” He looked over at me, who’d hung back in the corner watching them.

  I had to admit I was completely surprised because the last time Dad had given me flowers was for my birthday, and that was six months ago, while the other girls got them weekly.

  “Me?” I asked.

  He nodded and came over to me, handing me the flowers and chocolates.

  “I know you girls are baking cookies, but do you think we could have a little chat?” he asked.

  “Sure?” I glanced at Abby, who was smiling at us. Out of everyone, I spoke to her the most. She was the sister who was more like a best friend so she knew how surprised I was right now.

  Dad pointed outside, out to the terrace.

  We went out there and sat on the wicker chairs. I set my flowers and chocolates down on the table and brought my hands together, waiting. Waiting to see what he had to say to me.

  Waiting and trying to block out the angst I felt resulting from our last meeting, and definitely while I was in the closet with Dylan. I may have been thinking earlier that I had no qualms about being with Dylan. However, I didn’t think those would have been my thoughts if Dad had caught us together like that.

  I would have died instead of faced him if he’d caught us.

  Again, I pushed the thought out of my head.

  “Thanks for the flowers and chocolates. They are beautiful.” I thought I should speak first since he seemed to be just looking at me.

  “I’m glad you like them. They’re long overdue. Taylor, I haven’t seen you in days. Not since the meeting,” he said, bringing his hands together too, mirroring me. “I knew I’d been too hard on you when you didn’t turn up for work, and until today, when my secretary told me you called in, I feared you wouldn’t be coming back.”

  “Feared? Why would you fear that? It feels like that might have been a good thing. That way, you wouldn’t have to worry about telling me I couldn’t run the company.”

  “No, Taylor it wouldn’t have been a good thing. I don’t want you to leave like that, thinking that was what I wanted. I don’t want you to leave at all.”

  I pressed my lips together. “Dad… then why are you so hard on me? Why would you bring in a consultant to assess my business performance when you know I give my heart and soul to the company?” Grateful as I was to know Dylan, truth was truth, and I wanted to get down to the core of it. Dad either trusted me to run the company the way I saw fit, or he didn’t.

  He looked down at the tight knots on the table, then looked back to me.

  “Taylor, out of all the children in our family, you’re different. You’re like me. At one point, I never thought I would have so much wealth in my life, but I kept the belief that I could. You see how your mother and I live; we don’t overindulge, and that’s because we don’t see the need to. Whereas your uncles and their kids do. I’m hard on you because I see myself in you, because I see you working hard, and I don’t want you to lose that ethos of working hard to accomplish something you really want. I carried it too far over the last few weeks because the PR company is the last business I set up. It’s new, and it will need the care I put into everything else.”

  I was listening. I was absolutely listening, just the way I always did.

  “And I will do that, Dad. You just have to trust me.”

  “I know. I know I do. I see you, and I don’t treat you like the others because I want you to be tough. I want you to have the balls to take charge and run the company ruthlessly knowing that your decisions are always a hundred percent correct. Taylor, I want you to be strong.”

  I nodded, understanding. “I am, Dad, and I will do all of that. I promise. But you have to allow me to be this woman you’re describing. You can’t just keep me on a leash all the time and expect me to stay.”

  “You’re right. That’s why I thought I’d come by and let you know that if you don’t want to work with Dylan anymore, you don’t have to. I have big plans for that guy, and I can move him on to that, to somewhere he needs to be.”

  A ripple of panic shot through me, and I had to hold back answering too quickly.

  “No, I want to. I’ll continue to work with him. I want to hear him out and see if we can continue as we are.” I smiled. “Plus, I think it would give you more peace of mind. Right?”

  “Is it okay if I say yes?”

  “It is. I want you to trust me completely, and if I were someone other than your daughter, you would have done the same, so I will continue my work with him. Rest assured, Dad, that my process has always been to maintain the image of the company and the enterprise. Dylan may have identified areas where we can save money, but you and I both know, having used those services year after year, that you get what you pay for, and we’ve only worked with the best.”

  He chuckled. “You sound like me, girl. Can you forgive me for being an ass?”

  “Yes.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Does this mean I might be looking at definitely running the company in the next eight weeks?” I raised my brows in anticipation.

  “Yes. I think you’re ready. Baby steps though, baby girl. Work with Dylan because he knows a lot, and present to me at the end of the consultation your ideas on how you’d like to take the company forward.”

  Now this… this was very different to his previous requests. I liked that idea a lot because there was so much I wanted to do.

  “I would love that, Dad. You have no idea how many ideas I have on what we could do. New ones and stuff I want to change with existing ideas.”

  “Sounds good.” He nodded. “Well, make use of Dylan while you have him. I spot talent when I see it and snap it up when I can. That guy is a keeper.”

  I pressed my lips together and gave him a tight-lipped smile, agreeing. Yes, Dylan was definitely a keeper.

  Too bad he was the no-strings-attached guy because, boy, was I ever wrapped up in him.

  Chapter 12

  Dylan

  * * *

  Ten days…

  That was
how long it had been for us like this. Ten days of this woman who rocked my world every day.

  Ten days, and we spent every one together. Her place, then mine. Her place again, then mine. It was a delicious, wild, dirty cycle.

  One that had been kept alight with Peter’s decision to ease off.

  It was like as soon as that tension was gone, we were given free rein to fuck to death, but at work, it was hard keeping up appearances.

  Like now. I had a meeting with both my father and Peter. Two very important people.

  Two very important people I was going to be discussing a two-million-dollar contract with as Peter signed on our services to run a consultation on the marketing company and the real estate companies too. It was going to be a permanent contract that was renewable on a yearly basis. Two million to start with per year.

  Needless to say, my father was more than thrilled with me, because I’d achieved something neither he nor Tommy had. I’d achieved this, he’d put his faith in me, and I had five minutes to get to the office.

  Except, here was Taylor, in my lap, with her shirt open and her bra undone. Here she was, in my lap, kissing me like she wanted to devour me while I played with her tits and tried to will myself to leave.

  I just couldn’t. I couldn’t, and the damn clock was ticking along like my life.

  She shuffled over my cock, and the ache to be inside her enticed me to rip the rest of her clothes off and bend her over the desk.

  Five minutes and counting. It wasn’t enough time. I could be quick, but not that fucking quick, like a teenaged boy who’d lost control just from looking at a girl.

  “Taylor, I have to go. I’ll be lucky if I have four minutes now,” I spoke against her lips. “You have me pitching a fucking tent, and I have to go into the lion’s den like this.”

  A wicked smile lit up her pretty face. “I know what we could do in three and a half minutes,” she cooed. Then the temptress slid off my lap and got on her knees before me.