Forbidden Desires Box Set
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A moment later I collapsed into him, letting my head fall heavily onto his shoulder. He slid his fingers out of me and grinned, raising his eyebrows at me as I panted and climbed off of him. Quickly, he grabbed two tissues from the dispenser and wiped his fingers clean before tossing the tissues in the trash.
“Here you are,” the limo driver said, right as I yanked the skirt of my dress back down. Lucas and I met eyes and laughed, the intensity of what had just happened between us dissipating into normalcy. I was so used to being around him, I couldn’t help but relax.
He climbed out of the limo and pulled me along with him, checking in at the front desk and happily leading me to our room. It was one of the nice hotels in the city, grand and old, one that had been around for a long time and had lavish decorations and posh staff.
When he opened the door to our room I gasped, not believing it.
There was a large round bed in the center of the room and it was covered in rose petals. The room was beautiful, with light from the moon streaming in through the large window on the other side of the room. I kicked off my heels to find the carpet smooth and plush under my feet, and it smelled amazing because of the flower petals.
“Torryn,” Lucas said suddenly, turning and taking my hands, pulling me away from my evaluation of the room. “we don’t have to do this. That’s not-”
I cut him off by grabbing his jacket and pressing him up against the door and bringing my lips to his for another kiss. This time, I took control, cautiously dipping my tongue in his mouth, tasting him, running my tongue over his lips and kissing each corner of his mouth.
“Okay,” he said, breathlessly, as I slipped his jacket off over his shoulders. His hands found the zipper on the back of my dress and he slipped it down, quickly, so it slipped over my shoulders, revealing the matching bra to my lacy panties.
I was suddenly nervous about my size - my voluptuous breasts and curves. I wondered what he was going to think when my dress was fully off and my body was exposed.
Suddenly, he reached forward, slipping the dress completely over my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor in a pretty heap. He stepped forward, forcing me back, and easily maneuvered around my dress on the floor to put his hands on my hips and continue walking me back.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, breathlessly, his eyes roaming over my body, drinking me in. I shuddered and got to work on the buttons on his shirt, my hands shaking as I undid them. when I had the first few undone, he reached to his back and just pulled it off, tossing the shirt to the other side of the room. With his chest revealed to me I felt a rush of heat travel back to my core, wanting what I had in the limo with him.
He came to me, taking my lips with his and walking me back until the backs of my knees pressed against the bed. He pushed me back and crawled up my body as I scooted back against the pillows, panting and gasping as he bit my neck and nibbled on my ear.
His hands were on my stomach then, warm and strong, running over the sensitive skin there until they nudged at the wire of my bra. I raised my head and met his eyes, nodding once to answer the question I found there. His hands circled around me and undid the clasp on my bra deftly, letting my breasts fall from the bra.
“Fuck,” he hissed, immediately lowering his head to them, taking a nipple in his mouth and brushing the other gently with his thumb. I arched my head back into the pillow, not believing the sensations rocking through my body. I didn’t have a chance to feel self-conscious about being naked in front of him because my mind flooded with the pleasure of his hands on me, his mouth warm and wet against my bare skin.
It had never felt like this with Ron, like every part of my body was on sensory overdrive. Lucas’s touch was an electric shock. I pressed my chest into his face as he sucked and gently pressed his teeth into my nipple.
Slowly, he moved down, kissing my stomach and running his hands up and down my sides, until he got to the waistband of my panties. He hooked his thumbs into the side and slowly hitched them over my hips, pulling them down my thighs and to my knees. I gripped the sheets, terrified and exhilarated.
He placed one hand on top of each knee and pulled my legs apart, kissing the insides of my thighs on his way down. After a moment, he paused and looked up at me.
Meeting his eyes at that angle was almost too much for me, as I was reminded yet again that this was Lucas - my best friend - who was poised between my legs. It was Lucas who was making me shudder and grit my teeth and grip the sheets so tightly.
He grinned at me and my heart jumped.
“Are you okay?” He asked, kissing the soft skin between my legs without breaking eye contact. I shivered and nodded, and he kissed me again before speaking again. “How do you like it, Tor?”
“I…” I paused, clearing my throat, wishing I knew the answer to that question. Here he was, poised and ready, and I didn’t know the first thing about what I liked. Gently, he brought one finger up and ran it down the length of my slit, and I could feel how wet I was against him. I remembered how it had felt with his fingers inside me in the limo and wanted him to take his boxers off, to slip inside me. “I don’t know.”
“You can tell me,” he said, only paying half attention to my face as he kissed and touched me, playing with me by gently touching my clit before retreating again. I panted and gasped, shaking my head against the pillows.
“No…” I said, clearing my throat, “I, um, I really don’t know.”
“Wait,” Lucas said, sitting up, drawing his face away from me and cocking his head. “Didn’t you…”
I looked away from him, my cheeks reddening at the thought of him imagining me with Ron. Though Lucas and I talked about almost everything together, I hadn’t told him about Ron and I. It had always been a little too awkward, a little too much information. And besides, Lucas had never asked, always avoiding the subject when it came up, when others joked about it or when Ron insinuated more had happened than what had.
“No,” I said, for some reason feeling ashamed. “We only ever kissed… nothing more.”
“Oh,” Lucas said, blinking, “I’m sorry, I thought that you had more… experience. Are you sure you’re okay with this? We can stop.”
“No!” I said, a little too quickly. I sat back against the pillows and covered my face with my hands, shaking my head. “No, I don’t want to stop,” I said, starting to giggle. I peeked between my fingers at him and he was laughing too, shaking his head. It felt like normal - it felt like us.
“You don’t want to stop?” He said, breaking his laughter, a lusting look in his eye. I sobered up, my heart pounding and the heat still pooling in my stomach, yearning for him.
“No,” I said, my voice soft, “I don’t want to stop.”
“Okay, then,” he said, smiling at me and lowering his head between my legs, kissing the soft spot on the inside of each thigh. “Let’s find out what it is that you like.”
Lucas buried his face in me, making me gasp and then groan as he started moving his tongue, first in slow sensuous circles around my clit and then faster, eventually flicking lightly with his tongue. He delved further down, licking up my juices and pushing his tongue inside me, where his fingers had been before, making me shudder and groan.
My hand moved of its own accord, down my stomach, and to his hair, wrapping tightly and gripping. My hand followed the movement of his head as it bobbed up and down, building the pleasure inside of me until I was squirming and begging for him.
“Lucas,” I gasped when he came up for air a moment later. “Take your pants off.”
To my surprise, for the first time in his life, he did what I said the second I said it. When his pants were off, he scooted toward me and slipped between my already open legs, his penis sliding along the length of me, teasing me.
I whimpered and bucked my hips toward him, my pussy throbbing with need - he had been teasing me for so long, I wouldn’t be able to go much longer without feeling him inside me, or I was surely going to explode.
“Oh, fuck,” he hissed, dropping his head to his chest and pulling away, before slamming into me. “You’re so tight, Torryn, holy fuck.”
I said nothing, just squeezed my eyes shut and arched my head into the pillows - I had never felt anything like it in my life. It was like there was a secret spot inside of me that I hadn’t known about, and Lucas had the key to unlock it.
He moved slowly at first, pumping in and out of me, the wet sound of our bodies coming together filling the room. He gripped my hips and pulled me closer, growling and bringing our hips flush together, burying himself inside of me.
“Faster,” I murmured, knowing the pleasure would increase.
With that, he lost any semblance of control, pushing into me faster and deeper than before. I gasped as pleasure erupted, burst, threading through my body and making me dizzy. I gripped the sheets as my body rocked back and forth, my breasts heavy and bouncing on my chest. He reached one hand up, cupping and squeezing, as he pounded into me.
“Oh, fuck,” I screamed, writhing as the pleasure compounded inside of me, folding over itself and blossoming, all my muscles clenching as hard as they could at exactly the same time. “Oh fuck Lucas, yes, right there, right there!”
He didn’t stop until he had shuddered, his body quaking, his thick juices streaming inside of me. For the first time that night I realized neither of us had thought about using a condom and I was relieved I was on birth control.
Lucas collapsed onto the bed next to me, both of us heaving, and covered me with a soft white blanket. I covered him as well, and after a moment, our foreheads touched together, both of us giggling. After a moment, we calmed down, and Lucas pulled me close, letting me set my head on his shoulder.
I breathed in his scent, now mixed with mine, and thought about the quiet, and the warmth, and what this meant for us. We had gone our entire lives knowing each other, but now knowing each other like this, and I wondered if this meant we were together, or what Lucas wanted. With graduation approaching so quickly…
“I love you,” he said, quietly, his voice rough and soft at the same time. “I’ve loved you for a long time, Torryn.”
“I love you too,” I said, unable to stop the tear that rolled down my cheek. How had I gone this long loving him and not knowing it? And why had I wasted all my time on the wrong people?
“Hey,” he said, “please don’t cry. I don’t want you to cry, okay? I’m sorry it took so long for me to do something about this. I should have told you a long time ago about how I feel… and how I’m always going to feel. I love you, Tor, and I want to be with you. From now on, through college. We’ll make it work.”
I was overwhelmed with emotion, and I couldn’t stop the tears. Lucas wiped each one away before it made it halfway down my cheek with precision like he was prepared to combat my sadness.
“Torryn,” he said, “will you be my girlfriend?”
I nodded and he took me into his arms, hugging me tightly. I couldn’t help believing him when he said that he was never going to let me go. I couldn’t help feeling completely safe in his strong arms. I couldn’t help trusting him with everything in my body.
And I couldn’t help being wrong.
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Come with Me (Excerpt)
Description
Walk into your office to meet your new boss (you already hate him because he’s been hired for a position YOU deserved), and guess what?
He turns out to be your ex!
No…get yourself together girl, you don’t need an office romance to complicate your already complicated life!
And certainly not with the man who broke your heart five years ago.
I am trying hard to fight my heart, it still does a somersault in my chest.
And suddenly, ‘boss’ begins to feel too formal.
The intensity of his eyes makes me want to squirm,
Not in a scary way, but in a god-I-need-you-to-touch-me way.
Being with him feels so right.
And his playing with my four year old feels just perfect.
I should be the happiest woman alive.
Wasn’t this how I wanted it to be? How it was supposed to be?
The problem?
Well, let’s say that he’s been so completely honest and open with me and I?
I’ve acted like the biggest jerk, keeping the biggest secret of my life.
A secret that would probably rock his world, hopefully for the better.
But would he be able to forgive me and take a chance with me once again?
Or would this ruin my so perfect happily ever after?
Michaela
Although I’ve always been a perky person, I’d never been a morning person until I became a mom. I wasn’t as organized either. But now I’ve got the morning routine down to a science. Today was no different. I was out of bed by six a.m., and my coffee was already hot and waiting for me when I headed straight to kitchen for my morning caffeine jolt. I took my first sip admiring my handiwork. The kitchen was the first project I completed when I set up the lease purchase of the home from my sister and brother-in-law. The early twentieth century home had wonderful bones, but needed a little…or a lot, of TLC. Not unlike me sometimes.
But I didn’t have time to contemplate my home or my fixit needs. With my extra-large mug of hot coffee made from beans from a local Berkeley roaster, I headed to my one bathroom to shower. The black and white floor tiles were original, as was the tub. The room was gorgeous, or would be as soon as I painted, fixed the cracks in the wall tiles, and changed the light fixture.
I was in and out of the shower quickly to save time and water, which is expensive in California because it didn’t rain much. In my fuzzy robe, my long auburn hair wrapped in a towel, and my coffee mug in one hand, I went to my son AJ’s bedroom.
For a minute I watched him sleep, my heart filling with love and gratitude. The vastness of my love for him was always able to overcome the sadness that I felt over his father. To this day, I don’t know why Alex ended things with a text message. The end of the relationship was so unexpected and abrupt, it made my head spin.
At the time, I hadn’t had time to process what had happened, because a week before that, my parents died in a car accident, and a week after I learned I was pregnant. I did make an attempt to tell Alex about the baby, but by then he’d blocked my phone number.
Even after five years, I hadn’t been able to come up with a suitable explanation. I was left with simply he either lied about how much he loved me, or once away from me, the feelings dissipated. Fast. Or maybe it was the lure of the beautiful woman he’d gotten together with.
Terrified but determined, I put my life back together, finishing graduate school earning my MBA, and having a baby. My sweet, sweet baby was now four years old, and would be heading to pre-school in the fall. As difficult as my life had been when he was born, today, I couldn’t imagine a life without him. For that, I had to be grateful to Alex.
For a second, I wondered what he was doing. Did he stay in New York after graduate school? Was he married? Did he have other children…ones he knew about, and loved and cared for?
I pushed those thoughts aside and brushed my hand over AJ’s dark hair. “Good morning, good morning, it’s time to start the day…” I sang the song from the movie Singing in the Rain, just as my mother had done for me and my sister when we were growing up.
He moaned and rolled over. His green eyes, his father’s eyes, opened and he smiled. “Mommy.”
I smiled back. “Good morning, sweetie. It’s time to get up.”
He nodded, and at this point, he was good about getting up and star
ting to get himself ready for the day. I wondered how long it would be before morning times would get hard, as I’d heard it often did from other moms. He and I had already set out his clothes last night, and packed a backpack of his favorite things to take to my sister, who watched him for me while I worked.
Another wave of gratitude washed over me to have such a wonderful sister and brother-in-law. Without them, I don’t know if I’d ever be able to get a master’s degree or become the VP of marketing at a wine import business. They let me and AJ live with them until I finished school and was able to get a full-time job. They watched AJ for free during that time too.
Today, I was in a better situation, doing a lease purchase on the home that they’d had as an investment property. And I paid for AJs care, although I know it was nowhere near what I’d be paying if I had to find childcare somewhere else.
I went into my small plain bedroom that also needed some work, and got dressed. I didn’t normally worry too much about what I wore to work, but today, the new head of Altieri Wine Imports was coming in. I let out a growl of frustration. I had wanted that position badly. I knew I was capable, but Giorgio Altieri, the owner, decided to bring in someone else. Someone from the outside.
I pleaded my case, which he was sympathetic to, but in the end, he stuck by his plan. I couldn’t argue too much, because like my sister, Giorgio had been so good to me as well. I’d interned for him in college, and when I was pregnant and trying to get through grad school, he hired me part-time. Then when I finished with grad school, he hired me full time.
So, I’d suck it up. Maybe this outsider from New York would hate it on the west coast. San Francisco, where the business was located, was a different city from most. I loved it, but for some, it was too eclectic or progressive. I laughed. If they thought San Francisco was liberal, they’d think Berkeley, where I lived across the bay, was downright socialist.