Work Me Up: A Sexy Billionaire Single Dad Romance

by Sasha Burke

  He pulls me flush against him and places a gentle kiss on my shoulder, nipping at my flesh tenderly as he says, “If you want me to stop at any time, you just say the word, okay?”

  I nod my head, unable to speak with his naked body finally pressing against mine.

  Then his next kiss hits me like a gale force wind. Raw, unbridled. All take and no give.

  My knees buckle.

  “I’ve got you. I won’t let you fall,” he murmurs in my ear before his lips touch the sensitive skin along my neck.

  I shiver as the memory of him saying those very words to me five years ago hit me. I’d replayed the moment countless times over the years. He’d been climbing beside me, giving me pointers on the wall, and I’d slipped. He immediately swung over to cloak me with his body until I could find my bearings again.

  “You said that to me the first time you started talking to me again.”

  “I remember,” he says hoarsely. “And I remember feeling this same craving for you, even back then. Having you in my arms that day was the beginning of the end for me, I think.”

  His words wrap themselves around my heart just as securely as his arms wrap around my body as he lifts me up onto the bed. Then I’m airborne for the briefest of seconds as he drops me onto the center of his giant king-size mattress before he covers what feels like every inch of me with his body fully for the first time ever.

  The sensation is almost overwhelming. With every hot touch of his skin against mine, everything in me hums to life then as if my body has been waiting for this very moment to wake up.

  I wonder if it’ll always be like this with him, if he’ll always manage to make me feel both safe and profoundly out of control all at once.

  “You set the pace for this first time, baby,” he says, sitting back and pulling me up onto his lap. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I run my fingers through his hair as I straddle him, loving the feel of my breasts crushing to his chest, the flesh of my butt tightly clenched in his hands.

  “I want to make this last, sweetheart, so you’re going to have to work with me here.” His voice is taut, tight.

  I tilt my head back to meet his gaze.

  “You’re rubbing your sweet little clit against the head of my cock,” he grits out.

  Oh. I hadn’t even realized I’d been rocking against him. Judging by how wet I am, that makes sense.

  He captures my lips with his before I can apologize. “Forget I said that. Anything you want. However you want it.”

  God, this man. I can see the strain, the struggle for him to give me total control.

  I feel his hand slip between us so he can grip the base of his cock and hold it steady for me.

  When on earth did he manage to put on a condom?

  He chuckles. “Your brain talks a lot when you’re in the moment.” He brushes his lips against mine with affection. “I like it.”

  I rise up onto my knees and nudge myself against the broad head of his cock.

  The next thing I know, my concentration splinters at the feel of his hot mouth sucking on my nipple.

  A gasping moan shudders out of me.

  “Sorry,” he says, not sounding all that apologetic. “But you can’t flaunt your perfect breasts in my face and not expect me to want a taste.”

  Incorrigible. “Don’t stop,” I tell him as I position his long, hard shaft at my slick entrance and slowly sink down onto him, one impossibly thick inch at a time.

  “Jesus, you’re fucking tight,” he rumbles, the corded muscles of his neck straining with tension and his labored breathing sounding like he’s barely holding on.

  He’s not even halfway inside of me when I start to feel implausibly stretched, filled to my limit. Oh lord, he’s far too big; he’ll never fit.

  “Yes, I will.”

  Wow, I really do think out loud during sex.

  The deeper I try to take him, the more I question if I even can. I’m in a state of suspended shock, I think, need coursing through my veins like molten fire even as my brain keeps telling me that this is physically just not possible. “Help me, Logan.”

  His entire body stills. “Do you want to stop?”

  “No. I need you to take over. Please. I need you to—”

  The air whooshes out of my lungs as my back hits the mattress.

  But instead of fucking me right then and there, Logan stares down at me for a beat, slowly running his calloused hands up my torso, spanning my ribs and leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

  “So damn beautiful.” His eyes lock onto mine as he reaches down to fist his thick shaft and slowly circle the broad tip around my clit, each hot, hard glide devastatingly intense, the pleasure almost unbearable.

  I feel my legs start shaking, and my heartbeat racing out of control, the former because he’s playing my body like his own personal instrument, but the latter is because of the way he’s looking at me the entire time.

  Eyes half-mast with hunger, jaw grit with tension, he pushes his wide cock into me gradually, inch by inch, until by some miracle, he’s buried to the hilt.

  “Told you I’d fit, baby.” He brushes his lips against mine. “You were fucking made for me.” With that gritty decree, he pulls back and plunges inside me in one long, hard thrust. So deep I see starbursts of color shooting across my vision.

  “Tight, hot little pussy designed just for my cock,” he rasps in my ear, pure, primal possession throbbing in his voice with each word.

  He sits me back on top of him, gripping me by the waist as he slowly drives his cock up into me from base to tip and back, at a fluid, measured pace that has me feeling every single inch of him, hot and thick inside me.

  It’s almost too much, too perfect, his gruff hands locked on my hips, the granite-like muscles of his chest rubbing against my nipples with every thrust.

  “Ready to come for me, sweetheart?”

  In reply, I sink my teeth down on the strong, taut tendons of his neck.

  Growling, he lifts me up and starts fucking me on his cock. Hard and fast. Rough and relentless.

  I swear, sometimes he makes me feel so tiny. The intensely sexy way he’s pounding me up and down on his shaft like I don’t way a thing, literally all I’m able to do is hold on for the ride as he races me toward an orgasm that I already know is going to destroy me.

  His lips capture mine just as everything around me implodes in a blizzard of blinding white.

  I’m lost in a freefall, a thousand feet off a mountain with no ground in sight, until his hands clamp down to hold me tight against him.

  “I’ve got you,” he murmurs roughly as hot shards of pleasure begin exploding outward from my core.

  The world shifts once more and he’s on top of me, cradling me gently, holding me tightly until I can safely return back to earth.

  “Fuck, I love when you come.” He lifts his head to look down at me in lust-filled adoration.

  Then he gives me exactly three more seconds to recover before he presses a gentle kiss to my lips and says hoarsely, “My turn, now.”

  18

  * * *

  | LOGAN |

  I flip her over gently.

  Well, as gently as I can, given the fact that I’d been seconds from coming half a dozen times while she’d been bouncing on my cock.

  “Drop your head down onto the pillow, baby,” I order, my voice a rough, ragged whisper as I try to calm the hell down.

  Shyly, she does just that, lifting her sweetly rounded ass up to me. And fuck, the sight of that alone is making it hard not to blow my load right then and there.

  From that first climb on the wall when I’d had her body cradled back against me, I’d wanted to take her like this.

  Now, with the dream so close to reality, I’m fighting not to explode on contact.

  I give myself a few more seconds to get my lust in check before I squeeze one sexy little ass cheek in each hand and spread her wide, driving my cock into her in one hot, slick thrust.

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sp; So damn perfect.

  The sheet crumples in her fists as she moans out my name. No way in hell I can stop or even slow down now, not with her pushing back against me, her wet slit drenching my shaft as she meets me stroke for stroke.

  I watch as my cock plunges in and out of her, each time deeper, harder than the last, as I pound out my need inside of her.

  I’m not going to last much longer.

  Stretching her body back down on the mattress, I kiss my way up her spine and crush her to my chest, still buried deep in her tight pussy as I wrap my arms around her. With one hand pinching her nipple, I slide the other one down to rub her hot little clit.

  I already know that this is going to be fucking mind-blowing for me, but I want it, need it to be that way for her. Every time.

  “L-Logan,” she pants. “I’m going to come too fast if you keep doing that. I don’t want to pass out before I feel you come inside me.”

  At her whispered confession, I stop. Christ, the woman is so damn sweet.

  “Turn over, baby. I need to see your face when you come. When I come.”

  Instead of rolling fully onto her back, she turns onto her side and hooks one leg over mine so I’m scissored against her, with the soft silky inner thigh of her other leg brushing against my balls.

  “Like this?” she asks, eyes locked onto mine.

  Then she goes and squeezes her pussy gently around the head of my cock

  Dammit all to hell, I just lose it and plow my entire throbbing shaft all the way back into her in one hard plunge, deeper than even I thought I could go.

  “Fuck. Did I hurt you?” I manage to grit out as I sit back up while keeping her flush against me, not wanting to give up the position that’s making me feel every single pulse of her pussy gripping my dick like a tight vise.

  “N-no,” she gasps. “More, Logan. Just like that. Hard. Deep.”

  Jesus Christ. “You’re going to fucking ruin me,” I tell her before driving into her again and again. I begin an almost brutal, unforgiving pace then, plowing into her with so much pent-up lust, I feel my brain beginning to separate from my body.

  Suddenly, her pussy tightens around me from tip to base. She’s coming hard on my cock, even harder than the last time, and a river of wetness is sliding me in even deeper, until I can’t fucking hold back any longer.

  Pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced surges through my veins as I thrust one last time, shooting my cum hot and deep inside her. I don’t stop fucking coming until I’m seconds away from blacking out.

  Eventually, with every last drop of cum wrung out of me and every last muscle in my body basically wrecked and useless, I collapse beside her and spoon her sweet, sexy little body against mine.

  Tucking her in close, the perfect fit of her in my arms is the last thing I register before the world disappears into darkness.

  * * * * *

  She’s still asleep.

  After nearly a decade of not having a woman stay in my bed till morning, I thought this all would take some adjusting. But seeing Nicole in my bed just feels right.

  I decide I want to do one of those perfect guy things and make her breakfast in bed so I give her a quick kiss, make sure she’s nice and warm, and then head down to get cooking.

  With the pancakes on the griddle I call Hannah over at her nana’s house to chat. While I love it that Janine’s parents take her sailing whenever she goes over to visit them, I worry about her every time she goes out on the water. So, I always make sure to get a full rundown of their plans before they head out.

  I’m just hanging up the phone and flipping the last pancake when I hear a ruckus upstairs.

  I’m not worried.

  Whistling to myself, I pour two cups of coffee and set it on the tray with the food right about when the yelling starts.

  “It burns! It burns!”

  I chuckle.

  “How could you, Logan?!”

  The hysterical woman sounds like she’s stopped, dropped, and rolled on the floor.

  Honestly, she can be so entertaining at times.

  I walk into the bedroom to see her naked on the bed giving the evil eye to the Broncos shirt I’d slipped her into while she slept. It’s now balled up on the ground clear on the other side of the room, and I honestly think she’s trying to make it spontaneously combust by her glaring alone.

  Somehow, I knew she wouldn’t keep it on for very long.

  Good thing I’d taken a photo of her in it before starting breakfast.

  “Get me some holy water!” she demands.

  Laughing, I go over to give her a kiss. “How about breakfast instead?”

  Her eyes widen and soften when she sees the spread I made for us. “I’ve never had breakfast in bed before.”

  “So, it’s a morning of firsts, then. Breakfast in bed, you wearing the right team’s apparel for a change.” I can’t help it, I’m still laughing. She’s so fucking adorable.

  “You laugh now, but I’m going to get you back.” She arches up to give me a kiss before making room on the bed next to her.

  “I don’t think one of your tiny little 49ers t-shirts are going to fit me, babe.”

  Calm now, she sips at her coffee and gives me an evil smile. “If you think my t-shirts are tiny, wait until you see my 49ers panties.”

  Mental note: Sleep with one eye open from now on.

  Still totally worth it.

  19

  * * *

  | LOGAN |

  With the last of my Saturday meetings done, I head over to the gym to try and get a climb in with Nicole before dinner.

  It’s become our thing. Some couples go out on dates, we go up different walls together.

  I fucking love it. Not just the climbing, but also how adamant the pushy little thing gets about me climbing at least once a week to offset my workaholic tendencies.

  I’ve never really had someone look out for me like this before. To the point of adorably vicious verbal threats that usually have me laughing so hard, I can’t focus on work anyway.

  The woman really has been a breath of fresh air in my life. And in Hannah’s.

  Truthfully, the way she barged into our lives did take some adjusting. It wasn’t easy for me to accept that I couldn’t help Hannah as much I wanted to after the bullying. Being the one to make it all better used to be my specialty. And as much as it gutted me to have to stand on the sidelines for the first time in my kid’s life, I’m grateful for Nicole.

  I’ve definitely seen a positive difference in Hannah throughout all this. She isn’t just happier and more talkative in public, she’s bolder, surer of herself. More outgoing and expressive, but also more grounded, seems like.

  According to my mother, Nicole has been having the same effect on my being happier and more grounded as well.

  As I walk into the gym and make my way upstairs, I hear the sound of her laughter nearby, and immediately, I feel myself smiling…and fighting off an instant hard-on.

  It’s an auto-response that I’m beginning to think may be a permanent one.

  I follow the sound over to my office, where I find Derick (dammit) hamming it up for her in the hall outside our storage room. Mine and Nicole’s.

  Seriously, there are times I really want to fire the guy.

  Yes, I’m intensely possessive of everything related to my relationship with Nicole. But this right here is more than that. The persistent dick has been hitting on her for years, ever since she started coming in here regularly. It’s always annoyed me, but now, it pisses me the hell off.

  She’s mine.

  Time to nip this shit in the bud.

  I wrap an arm around Nicole and kiss her square on the mouth. Much to Derick’s utter shock. Never really considered myself a man who likes public displays of affection before, but with Nicole, hell, I want the whole fucking world to see.

  He holds up his hands in defeat. Message received.

  In theory, I know I could just stop here. But we’re talking year
s of him hitting on her.

  After pressing a soft kiss against her temple, I draw back and casually say, “Did you know that Derick here is the biggest Raiders fan I know?”

  She gasps and stares at him as if he’s the devil incarnate. “You like the Raiders?”

  Derick lights up. “You watch football? Who’s your team?”

  “The 49ers of course.”

  He barks out a laugh. “They suck. I don’t know why everyone tries to make this whole big rivalry between Oakland and San Fran. There’s no competition. The 49ers are weak. Lucky at best.”

  Oh, shit.

  “You take that back,” she growls.

  He laughs again. “No way. They’re the worst team in the league if you ask me.”

  Great, now I have a ticking time bomb in my arms. I carefully pick up the now nuclear reactive woman and place her gently on the couch, fuming and seething mad.

  Dammit, Derick had to go and ruin my fun. I just wanted him to stop hitting on the woman, not get potentially coldcocked by her. “You should probably go before she goes postal on you.”

  That’s when he finally notices Nicole’s giving him a death glower from the couch.

  “Ah,” he says, nodding in understanding. “Well played.”

  “Thanks.”

  Peering at her over my shoulder, he asks then, “Does she have any strong feelings toward any NBA teams? Because football season is almost over—”

  I shove him out of my office and lock the door.

  When I turn back, I see she isn’t all that pleased with me either. “Was that absolutely necessary?”

  I try to—but fail—at smothering my grin. “I really didn’t think it would quite so effective. I kind of forgot how much he likes trash talking other teams.”

  “Not the football thing.” She frowns. “The part where you kissed me to mark your territory. I didn’t like it.”

  “First of all, I kissed you because it’s been half a day since I’ve had your lips on mine and I missed the hell out of you. Second of all, I wasn’t marking my territory. I just wanted him to know that he couldn’t hit on you anymore.”