by Sophia Gray
I knew I had picked the right woman for the job—she just needed to realize she could do it and handle the pressure.
And if I had more time to train her so I could take a maternity leave, work shouldn’t be an issue.
But did Grant want one?
“Do you want a baby?” I asked, and held my breath. I hadn’t even thought about this before, but now I wanted it, badly.
“I only want one with you.” He lowered his arm to be around my waist and pulled me close for a tight embrace.
Together, we walked into the loft, and Grant kicked the door shut behind him. My hands hooked around his neck, and I pulled him down toward me to give him a kiss that tasted of love and lust and passion and zest. Grant ignited a fire inside of me that would never ever extinguish.
He pulled me even closer to him, so there was no space between us, the entire length of our bodies touching.
But there were far too many clothes on, and I could touch enough of his body. My hands were already pulling his shirt free from his pants, and I ran my nails up and down his back, loving the feel of his tight, taut muscles. I always felt so safe in his arms.
Immediately after the ordeal, I had been prone to taking naps to try to recover both mentally and physically, but each time, I had horrific nightmares. It was only when I slept with Grant that I slept peacefully. Even during sleep, I needed him.
I made quick work unbuttoning his shirt and ran my hands over his broad chest and his sculpted abs.
“You’re killing me,” he murmured.
“Just you wait.”
He tried to reach for my clothes, but I moved even closer to him to remove his shirt and kissed him soundly, so deeply that I felt it all the way down to my curling toes.
As we kissed, my fingers went to work on his belt, and I managed to undo his pants and shoved them down to his ankles. My nails raked against his chest, paying careful attention to his nipples and then down along the ridges of his six-pack abs and even lower to his waiting cock.
His cock throbbed in my hand, and I hadn’t even started to stroke it. I gently squeezed and looked up at Grant. His head was tipped back, slack-jawed, and he looked the picture of masculine erotic euphoria. I could stare at him forever. He was so hot.
And he’s all mine.
I would be the one to kiss his body, to touch and feel his muscles, to ride his cock. Everything—his smiles, his laughs, his mind, his body, his soul—was mine.
It gave me a heady sense of raw joy to recognize this, and I kissed the tip of his cock. Pre-cum leaked out, and I licked it.
Grant gripped my hair, guiding his cock into my mouth, and I took as much of him in as I could. He was long, eight inches at least, and my hands cupped his balls as I bobbed up and down his length.
“You’re…You’re killing me,” he groaned.
“Good,” I mumbled around him, and his cock jumped in my mouth.
For some reason, Grant pushed me away. I glanced up in surprise, but he lifted me up. I started to wrap my legs around him, but he had something else in mind.
He flipped me in his arms so my legs were pointed toward the ceiling, and he started to lick my pussy.
Oh my God.
All the blood rushed to my head, but it felt so unbelievable and I couldn’t handle it. I gripped his ass to keep my head from swinging, and the tingling building deep within me grew and grew. His cock was right there, and I put it in my mouth.
It didn’t take me long at all to come. I would’ve screamed his name if I could’ve, but I wanted so badly to make him feel as good as I did that the more pleasure I felt, the more I sucked and kissed and sucked his cock.
Until he jerked back, loosening the hold of my mouth around his cock.
“I don’t want to come yet,” he growled.
He flipped me around, and I clung to him as blood rushed down from my head. With ease, he settled me into his arms, and he carried me off into the bedroom.
We made magic that night, unforgettable magic. And no, we didn’t use a condom. And we went at it again and again, in bed, in the shower, on the table…We had a lifetime to explore the world around us and each other, and I couldn’t wait to get started.
Sage might have sworn off bad boys, but I knew how good bad boys could be.
THE END
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[Free Gift] DENY: A Dark Romance
By Sophia Gray
She won’t last long if she denies me my desires.
I’m not the kind of man who takes “no” for an answer.
After the hellish torments I’ve suffered, I learned the hard way that the world doesn’t give you things just because you asked.
You must take them.
I’ve built a club and a career that way.
By seizing what I want, bit by bit, until I have everything I could dream of.
Everything but her.
The one who got away.
I’ve tried to bury the memory of her in countless club girls and the twisted thrill of violence.
But life has a sick sense of humor, and Angel refuses to be forgotten.
Imagine my surprise when I interrupt a mugging, only to realize that the damsel in distress is my former flame.
Years haven’t touched her beauty, nor my desire to own it.
I want to hold her as badly as I did the day I first laid eyes on that gorgeous frame.
I want to claim her.
To f*ck her senseless.
And yet, as surreal as all this is, she’s only the first of two surprising discoveries.
It turns out…
She has a son.
Correction – I have a son.
The realization leaves me stunned and furious.
She will pay for keeping this from me.
For keeping herself from me.
The world can go to hell.
I have scores to settle.
Chapter 1
Angel
The hot, still air felt like a blanket around me as I walked around the Centerville Public Library, closing the windows. It had been a quiet July day — not many patrons, only the regulars. I loved my job working at the local library, but sometimes it left me alone in my head for too long. My favorite days were when students came in and asked for help with research projects. Then I’d be drawn into helping them and forget about everything else running through my mind.
It felt strange that I’d wound up in Centerville. I’d spent the whole first part of my life trying to run away. I didn’t love the town — it didn’t suit me. It never had. Growing up, Mom and Daddy had taken me on vacations all around the world. I’d never gotten over the thrill of waking up on a plane and seeing a whole new world at my feet. I loved Europe. We spent our summers walking through old cities on older cobblestones, eating at sidewalk cafés, and shopping for the most wonderful things imaginable. I loved it. I was always depressed for weeks when I’d get back home. America, especially Centerville, always seemed so ugly afterwards. Even in our big house, with four stories and servants, I still felt alone. Usually I’d spend the next six months after a trip dreaming about the next one. I loved to travel. Back then, I thought I’d grow up and travel the world with my love and my family at my side. Back then it hadn’t seemed impossible.
I always thought I’d grow up to be just like Mom and Daddy. They’d met in college — he was her professor — and fallen instantly in love. Even though they had a vast age difference, nothing came between them. The three of us were a perfect little family, and I loved it. When I was sad or scared, I just closed my eyes and imagined we were a royal family, living in exile. That always made me feel better. I knew it was childish, but I couldn’t help it. It was the fantasy I’d always carried out.
I tho
ught I’d go to college and find a husband, then get married and settle down and have a lot of kids. I waited for that one special guy, the one who would chase me, the one who was desperately in love with me and told me all the time. But he never came. And by the time I was a teenager, things were starting to change at home. Mom was becoming obsessed with aging. Every day when I got home, she’d have some new mud treatment or mask on, or she’d been recovering from another round of facial injections. It was like she was terrified of becoming old. She lost her temper with me all the time and began to snap at me whenever Daddy would give into me about whatever I wanted. I was frightened; this wasn’t the Mom I’d always known. I still loved her; I desperately craved her approval. But no matter what I did, things between us got tenser and tenser with each passing day. Daddy wouldn’t interfere after I became a teenager. Whenever I went to him and told him Mom and I were fighting, he’d light his pipe, look me in the eye, and say, “Respect your mother, Angel. You know I raised you better than this.”
It was infuriating. Even if Mom was being completely unfair, Daddy took her side. That was when things started falling apart around us. I was bored at home. Mom wouldn’t let me take a summer job — she said only peons did that — and I started sneaking out at night. There was a crowd of kids that used to hang around at a gas station downtown. One night, I worked up the courage to go meet them. I wore my sexiest outfit — a sheer white button-down shirt over a white baby doll dress — and hoped for the best. But all of the kids knew I was an outsider. They didn’t recognize me. They went to public school and I went to Hayworth Academy, a few counties over. Closing my eyes, I saw myself back there as though it were yesterday. I could still remember the feel of the hot dry dust in my nostrils as I snuck along the back road. The neon signs glowing in the windows had illuminated the gas station in a garish yellow, but I’d been more relieved than ever to finally reach my goal.
“Look at this little bitch,” one of the rough-looking girls sneered at me when I lowered myself onto a bench in front of the gas pumps.
I’d worn chunky sandals with crisscross straps and my feet were aching and swollen. I wasn’t used to walking in heels, and I definitely wasn’t used to walking on country roads for the better part of an hour. My whole body was covered in perspiration and I wiped a clammy hand on my damp forehead. The night was humid and dark and I could feel my red hair had frizzed into a halo around my head.
“Leave her alone,” one of the guys sitting next to her muttered.
He passed a joint to the girl who’d insulted me and she held it to her mouth, taking tiny, jerky sips and then passed it on. She coughed loudly. I turned to get a better look at the guy who’d stuck up for me and my heart leapt into my throat. He was gorgeous: tanned skin, messy brown hair, dark blue eyes. He was probably only eighteen or so, but he looked like a real man. An unfamiliar feeling came over my body and I felt every nerve tingling. A blush covered my face as he realized I was staring at him. But instead of looking away, he held my gaze with his. He raised his eyebrows and gave me a cocky smile. My insides melted.
“Scram,” one of the girls said. “We don’t want you hanging around here.”
The gorgeous guy hopped up from his perch and stretched. He was shirtless and I could see his well-defined pecs and chest muscles. I shivered, imagining how good it would feel to be pressed up against his skin. The heat of the night no longer mattered to me; I just wanted to be pressed against his body.
“I’ll walk you home,” he said. He winked at me and I felt my heart skip a beat.
As he stepped closer, I made out the fine, feline features of his gorgeous face. He was the most beautiful boy I’d ever seen, and he wanted to walk me home! Me! I felt like I was walking on air as the boy slipped my hand through his arm and rested my fingertips gently on his skin. It was the first time we touched, and I knew right then, with absolute certainty, I’d remember this moment for the rest of my life.
I was normally outspoken and loud, but around this guy, I felt really shy. I’d never felt this excited about anything in my life. Even getting off the plane in Europe with Mom and Daddy didn’t fill me with a thrill like this. Suddenly, this guy was my whole world. It was like being in the presence of the sun.
“I’m Trey,” he said with a grin. “What’s your name?”
He sized me up from head to toe and I was incredibly glad I’d worn the outfit I had. Even if my feet were aching, I knew my legs looked incredible in the chunky heels. “Angel,” I said softly. “Angel Carringer.”
“I’m glad you came by,” Trey said. He winked at me. “I was getting a little bored by myself.”
I felt a blush redden my cheeks and I was glad for the darkness. “You weren’t alone,” I said. My voice sounded awkward and ungainly and I winced. “You were with your friends.”
Trey shrugged. “They’re not really my friends,” he said offhandedly. “I just hang around with them.” He stretched his arms high in the air and I was caught off guard by how adult he looked. “I mean, they don’t really know me,” he said with a grin.
I blushed. “I don’t have a lot of friends either,” I said softly. “I mostly spend time with my parents.”
Trey laughed. “Must be nice. I don’t get along with my folks.”
“Oh.” We walked on in silence. I couldn’t imagine not getting along with my parents. Even though Mom and I had been fighting all the time, my mother was still my best friend in the whole world. I’d told her everything for the first seventeen years of my life.
“Don’t feel bad,” Trey said casually. He draped an arm across my shoulders. “Hey, you’re one of the first girls I’ve met who’s almost as tall as me.”
I blushed. I had noticed that little thing. I didn’t like most guys in high school for the simple reason that they were all almost a foot shorter than I was. But not Trey. I had to crane my neck to meet his eyes, and I was almost six feet tall. “I know. You’re the tallest guy I ever met.”
Trey chuckled softly. I felt like an idiot; why was I having such a hard time talking to him? He was just a guy, after all.
“Hey, is this you?” Trey pointed at the big iron gate that closed off our property.
I’d always loved our house — it looked like a castle — but now I was embarrassed. Trey was looking at me differently than he had before. I’d never even felt mildly self-conscious about how rich we were before, but suddenly I was feeling awkward. Guilty, even, which was ridiculous because it wasn’t my fault Mom and Daddy had so much money. “It is,” I said shyly. I took a step back from Trey and felt his eyes appreciatively hugging my body.
“Well, can I see you again? I don’t exactly have digs like that, but we could go out for dinner.”
I grinned, biting the inside of my cheek. “I’d love that.”
Just then, lights came on from inside the house. I heard footsteps scurrying down the long asphalt walk of the drive and though I couldn’t see who it was, I knew.
“Angel?” Mom’s voice was high and shrill. “Angel, is that you?”
“I’m right here, Mom,” I called out awkwardly. I looked at Trey and shrugged. He looked uncomfortable, but he didn’t move.
“What on earth are you doing out so late?” Mom asked. She’d reached the bottom of the hill and the iron gate had swung open. Suddenly, the house looked menacing. Even Mom looked menacing; her color was high and she was clad in a silk nightgown. There was even a little pink sleep-mask perched on the top of her head.
I felt ridiculous. “I went for a walk,” I said carefully, trying to keep my voice level. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to keep you up.”
Mom stepped forward and grabbed me by the arm. I cried out but she didn’t let go. Her face turned from angry to confused when she saw Trey. I watched as her eyes traveled the length of his body, taking in his ripped jeans and plain black t-shirt. “And just who is this?” Mom’s voice was mild but quiet and I could tell she was seething mad. “Angel, who is this?” The pitch of her voice rose to a
shriek when I didn’t answer right away. “Tell me!”
“I’m Trey, ma’am,” Trey said before I could speak. “Trey Minter. It’s nice to meet you.” He bowed his head courteously and I felt a surge of pride. This boy, who I’d just met tonight, was already trying to win my parents over!
“Thanks for making sure Angel got home safely,” Mom said in a tone that implied she was anything but grateful. “I take it you’ll be leaving now.”
Without waiting for Trey to reply, Mom steered me towards the house. It was only when we were halfway up the drive that I realized I hadn’t given Trey my phone number. I turned around and called out his name but he was already gone.