by Sosie Frost
Fuck if I knew anymore. “You wanted to make a baby.”
“So did you,” she said.
“So what’s with all the paperwork?”
“I got information…In-Vitro Fertilization is a difficult procedure.”
Just the word shriveled my balls. I swore.
“Oh, Christ, Kiss. Only you could take all the fun out of making a baby.”
Leah’s expression twisted. She batted a wayward curl from her eyes, but her fingers tangled in her hair. She froze.
“Did you think we would…?” She stood, ducking from me and brandishing the paperwork like it’d save her from my intentions. “You’re kidding.”
And here I thought she didn’t let me in on her joke. “I figured we’d do it the old-fashioned way. Tried and true.”
“You wanted…to have sex.”
“You didn’t?”
Her mouth dropped open. “That wasn’t my plan at all.”
“What? Were you just sitting here, fingers crossed, waiting for a damn stork?”
“I didn’t think…”
“That I’d fuck you?”
Leah exhaled, gathering her papers and reorganizing them all neat and tidy into a folder. “I…don’t you think it’ll complicate everything?”
“More than having a baby?”
“You’re right.” She lowered her head. I recognized that defeated sigh, the hesitation in her voice. She had the same reaction every time she pushed me away. “Jack, maybe we shouldn’t—”
“Get changed.”
Her brow furrowed. “What?”
“Get changed. I’m taking you out.”
“Where?”
“To Diva.”
Leah cracked a smile so sexy I thought I’d only earn it with my head buried between her legs. “You’re taking me to a nightclub?”
“We need…a new perspective.” I flashed a grin. “Let me take you out. Have some fun. Get seen in the hottest club in the city. It’ll convince people we’re an item quicker than me kissing your cheek at an afternoon baseball game.”
“Diva’s the most exclusive club in Ironfield.” She scoffed. “Hell, they won’t even let Jolene and me inside. We get our clients on the list and they go alone.”
“I can get you in.”
“Yeah, but at what cost?”
“No tricks. I think you need a little more fun tonight, Kiss, and a lot less…” I waved to the brochures. “Planning. Get changed. We’ll have some fun.”
She glanced over her tank and tight sweats. I loved the look, but Diva was damn fancy. She scolded me when I tried to follow into her bedroom. “Wait right here, Mr. Carson.”
“Nothing I haven’t seen before.” My voice lowered. “I’d like to see it again.”
“Wait. Here.” She hid her excitement as she closed the door. “I can’t believe I’m going to a club with you.”
“I’ll prove to you that my nights aren’t that scandalous.”
“By whose definition, Casanova?” The dresser drawer slammed shut. “Make no mistake. I’m holding your leash tight tonight.”
“If you only knew how sexy that sounds.”
Leah stepped out of her room, dressed in a tiny red scrap of sin that clung to her curves and would split my cock if I didn’t get my hands on her.
“This good?” She spun. “I’ve never been to Diva before.”
Could a man talk with no blood in his head? “We shouldn’t go.”
“But…you said you wanted to take me somewhere fun?”
“Yeah…we could have plenty of fun right here.” I surveyed those hips again. “Without anyone seeing you in that dress.”
“Are you jealous?”
Never thought I would be. “I don’t like to share.”
“I bought this dress a few months ago.” She twirled for me, baiting me to toss her down before I let her get out of my reach. “I worried it was a little too slinky.”
“You look perfect.”
“If you think I look good, then it is too slutty.”
“Good then. Just wear it for me.”
Leah sighed. “Well, if we’re serious about having a baby…it might be the last time I’ll fit into the dress. I should wear it while I can.”
Images flashed into my head. Leah with a little bump, her body soft and changing, swelling with my baby. My dick couldn’t punish me anymore, but I never had it get so hard before.
I spent my life trying not to knock up women, but now I was supposed to do it. It should have terrified me, but the only thing greater than that sexy dress was the thought that I’d be the one to claim her. All I wanted to do was throw her down and fill her womb with my seed.
Holy shit, was that even a normal reaction for a man to have?
Every muscle in my body tensed, tightened, and demanded that I keep her there, under me, with me, on me. I had to get inside her.
Leah winked. “Are we going? You don’t look so sure anymore, Jack.”
Fuck me. I’d never survive. And she knew it. She played me.
Too bad I hated to lose.
By the end of the night, she’d be asking for it, Pleading with me to grant her a release. To touch her. To hold her. To fuck her until we collapsed in the ultimate pleasure a man and woman were meant to experience.
She’d beg me for a baby.
And I’d give it to her.
“Yeah…” I glanced over her body again and imagined the dark curves that would be mine. “You’re gonna have a night you never forget.”
“Promise?”
I held the door open for her. “I guarantee it.”
Her shy smile twisted my boxers. I led her to my car, helping her into the passenger seat like a perfect gentleman.
Of course, as she slid inside she accidently offered me a view of her soft thigh. Cocoa trouble, that’s what she was. If looking at her rendered me into a slobbering moron, catching the brush of her perfume would flatline me. She smelled of violets and sweetness, just how she had tasted on my tongue.
I drove to the nightclub, leaving my car with the valet and offering my elbow for the most beautiful woman at the venue. Diva wasn’t a five-dollar-cover close to the colleges. It was class. Velvet ropes and dropped names. It thrummed sensual music and pushed forty dollar drinks.
Leah had never been inside before, but I wasn’t leaving her to the rabble below. A man of my status earned the VIP section even before I invested in the club. I let her walk before me, admiring how her ass shimmied up the stairs. She knew it too, and each step was taken slow, deliberately, until she tucked behind the beaded curtain and overlooked the dancing below.
She leaned over a gold railing and watched the show. Couples grinded on the dance floor while those yet unattached claimed tables in the darkness. The VIP section passed around champagne. She declined, eyes lowered.
“I shouldn’t, in case I decide to…” She smiled. “You know. Have a procedure.”
God, that tease. Leah stared at the club with wide eyes and peeked over the gold railing. Her hips wiggled in time to the music, subtle. Like how she’d dance in her office when she thought nobody was looking.
But I watched. I saw. I wondered how that delicate ass would feel pressed against me.
I stretched my arms over her, covering her hands on the railing and edging close. She tensed, but she didn’t push me away, even when I kissed the vulnerable, pulsing spot between her neck and collarbone.
If she meant to arch into my lips, she hid it well. Her eyes closed.
“I want you.” I didn’t have to say it. My pants trapped my cock, and I ground the hardness against her ass to the rhythm of the music. “I’d give you the best night of your life.”
Leah didn’t push me away, but her voice challenged me just the same. “You don’t know that. Maybe I’ve had many good nights.”
“Ever have a great one?”
“It’s subjective.”
“Not with me. Spend a night with me, and nothing will ever feel the same.”
> Leah smirked, enjoying the music, ignoring how my body enveloped hers. “You’re so full of yourself.”
“Do you want to be full of me?”
“Are you ever serious?”
I pulled away from the railing, letting my fingers tickle her arms, her sides, her waist. “I’m always serious about good sex.”
“Wouldn’t this be a little more than sex?”
“Yes.”
“Then shouldn’t we talk about this?” she asked. “Take it seriously?”
I hadn’t lured her to the sexiest club in the city to make a damn pro/con list. I led her away from the crowd and into a secluded, shadowy part of the VIP room. We had a private dance floor, a sanctuary within the pulsing music and loose morals. Leah tangled in pink and purple shadows, drifting lights in a smoke filled and exciting club. Her red dress was not nearly as beautiful as the darkness of her skin. She was sultry and seductive, innocent and wide-eyed.
She had to be mine.
I held her tight. “What do you consider good sex?”
“Doesn’t everyone have the same definition?”
“I’m starting to think you’re more complicated.” I wrapped her tighter, encouraging her to dance. Her hips shimmied, and my cock hardened as her body moved in a perfect, sensual poetry. Never understood it before, but I gained an appreciation for it now. “What does it mean to you?”
She bit her lip. “It’s gotta be something…more than just pleasure.”
Her fingers tickled behind my neck. She played with my hair. Gently. Our chests bumped, and every heated touch tightened my cock.
“Of course sex is about more than pleasure,” I said.
“Even to you?”
“Especially to me.” I leaned in, letting my lips graze her ear. “It’s an experience. It’s excitement. Passion. There’s no better way to demonstrate a man’s strength or skill or aggression.”
“Aggression?”
“Sex is all aggression. It’s a release for that suppressed wild, instinct we possess.” I nibbled her ear. “It’s animalistic.”
She shuddered. “It’s not supposed to be.”
“Says who?”
Leah didn’t have an answer. She glanced up at me, her mocha eyes heavy-lidded and dark with forbidden curiosity. “What about romance?”
“What about it?”
“You’re describing something…feral and impersonal.”
I leaned down, bumping my forehead with hers. “If taking my cock is impersonal, then I’ve done something wrong.”
She looked away. I didn’t let her. The music faded to something slower, melodic, and pulsing with base. A perfect song to promise a night of pleasure.
“Did it feel impersonal when I devoured your pussy?”
Leah shifted, embarrassed, and she tried to pull back. She wasn’t moving that easily, not unless she was falling backward onto a bed. I kept my voice low, a secret just for her, a truth she already figured out.
That’s what scared her the most.
“I licked you.” My words rumbled. “Tasted you. Made you come. That wasn’t impersonal, Kiss. I got deeper inside you than anyone ever had, even that prick who left you.”
“We shouldn’t talk about this now.” Her eyes darted across the floor, studying the few dancers in slutty dresses that might’ve caught my attention if I hadn’t been holding the most beautiful woman in the world. “Anyone can hear.”
“So let them hear. Let them know what I plan to do to you tonight.”
“Jack…”
“You’re going to get fucked, Kiss. Like you’ve never been taken before. I’m going to own your body. I’m gonna fuck you until you’re raw and screaming and begging for it harder and faster. Better get used to crying out my name now. You’ll be saying it a lot.”
“It’s not a good idea.”
Christ, this woman. “What? Pleasure isn’t a good idea? You need to be taken. You need to be rutted on your knees. You need to feel what it’s like when you’re completely overwhelmed with passion, and the only way to escape is to surrender to your own body.”
She trembled, staring at my lips. She wanted a kiss. Wasn’t getting it. Not until she begged.
“You’re gonna be on your knees. You’re gonna be on your back. You can ride me while the sun comes up. I’m going to fuck you until you are exhausted, sweaty, and panting for every breath.”
Leah’s body warmed against me. “But we’re not just having sex. We’re doing something…completely different.”
“Yeah. That’s what makes this so exciting.” The music pulsed through me, in me. Leah felt it too, shifting close. I debated pushing her against the back wall and taking what we both wanted right then and there. My cock couldn’t handle much more of her innocence, her hidden desire. “Tonight, you’re gonna be mine.”
She glanced over the floor, searching for anyone who might know what devilish things we promised each other. The music swelled and lights flickered, cocooning us in our own private dance in the middle of everything.
“What about the…consequences?” Leah whispered. Her fingers dug into my arms.
I leaned down, capturing her lips, forcing her to listen to the words I said and the ones lost in our need. A baby wasn’t a consequence. Fucking my seed into her blinded me with feral instinct and aggressive possession. The other men in the VIP room stared at the sexy woman quaking in my arms.
They looked, and it drove me insane.
Leah was mine.
This woman belonged to me.
And the only way I’d prove it to the world was if she swelled with my child.
I kissed her, hard. “When I take you, I’m going to fuck you bare. Completely unprotected from everything except my seed.”
“And…when you…?”
“I’m going to come inside you. All night, Kiss. I won’t pull my cock from you once, not from the minute it sheaths in that perfect little pussy.”
Leah shivered. Her breath released in a heated whimper, and she slowed her dance, as though she’d fall if I weren’t holding her. But I had her. Captured her. Trapped her in my arms and pinned her against my raging cock. She pulled closer. The threat intrigued her, but she couldn’t let herself imagine all the terrible and perfect things I’d do to her body.
Her eyes begged me for a permission that would come only from her surrender to the most natural experience in the world.
I whispered. “You want to know if it’s okay for a good girl, a responsible girl, to want the bad boy to fuck her? To come inside of her unprotected little body?”
She nodded. I wanted nothing more than to bite that trembling bottom lip.
“You want to know if it’s the right thing to do, going to bed with a dangerous man? You realize what I’ll do to your body. You can imagine what will happen once my cum jets inside you…”
I couldn’t hear Leah over the music, but I read her lips. “Yes.”
I grinned, capturing her mouth as she melted into my arms. She surrendered to a dark and sensual desire that blinded her to the dancing, the music, the club, and the audience of people now recognizing Jack Carson and the beautiful woman he seduced in the darkness of the VIP section.
“You want to know if it’ll make you bad if you were fucked, seeded, and taken by a man like me?”
“Yes.”
I lowered my voice, hungry for her wanting body.
“Let’s find out.”
Leah
I’d never have him inside me fast enough.
We crashed through his house, striking the walls and upsetting paintings, slamming the door and knocking over end tables and decorations. Nothing mattered so long as we touched each other, held each other, shed shoes and clothing on the stairs.
Jack and I fell onto his bed, arms entwined. Our mouths parted only to breathe unspoken words and draw each other closer. Our tongues flicked back and forth in a frantic blitz to prove how much we wanted this.
I never knew I could need a man this badly.
Not even in my wildest fantasies had I envisioned such passion. Was sex always this desperate? What I once considered lovemaking—the polite and apologetic thrusts under the sheets—was completely and utterly wrong. This was something ragged and feral. We burst upon each other in a crazed delirium.
Jack promised the night of unrepentant pleasure.
I believed him.
And I longed to experience it.
My life had been so structured, so planned, so deliberate that I never allowed myself any passion. That thrill of discovery was lost, buried under years of repression and work.
His hands gripped my body, pulling me to him, demanding that I surrender to his kiss.
I didn’t know this type of wild and aching sex existed.
Jack was cocky. He was arrogant. He realized how undeniably sexy he was, but he hadn’t seduced me. I seduced myself. I owed myself one night of perfect, animalistic desire.
Jack would give it to me—and so much more. The words he said twisted inside me, tightening everything already too raw to unbind.
He said he’d fuck me. I wondered how it’d feel to be thoroughly ravished.
He warned he’d take me unprotected. It only excited me.
I craved the feeling of skin against skin. It was dangerous to fuck his bare cock. We knew what would happen. We agreed to it. We understood it.
We wanted it.
He’d take, he’d claim, and I’d love every second of it. This wasn’t just sex. This primal instinct blended a natural craving with submission and dominance and pleasure. The night would destroy us and create us and lose us within the lust of our own unconfined desires.
Our clothes ripped off. Jack tossed me against his bed with such a fierce and virile pride it was like he planned this conquering from the first time he saw me.
Did he know how reckless we’d become within each other’s arms?
“God, I want you,” he grunted.
“Not as bad as I want you.”
Jack tore my panties from my legs. The dress was lost somewhere in the stairs. I waited beneath him. Naked, sweating. His lips burned my already heated skin.
His voice pinned me to the bed. “I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you. You’re the only damn reason I even signed a publicist.”