by Mia Caldwell
“Gladly, Keela.” He didn’t make it gentle or slow. Instead, Simon surged inside her to the hilt, making her clench around him as she cried out from the pain. “Trust me, babe, it’s better to get it over with fast.”
She glared at him. “I doubt you have a basis of comparison, Magnus.”
His teeth were straight and perfectly white when he tossed back his head to laugh. “Touché, but from personal experience, it’s better to get difficult things out of the way as quickly as possible.”
“Remind me of that when it’s my turn to take your virginity,” she spat through gritted teeth. At least the first fearsome throb of pain had lessened, and when he withdrew before thrusting inside again, it didn’t hurt much at all.
“Sorry, baby, but that happened about twenty years ago, when I was fifteen.”
“God, you’re old.” She moaned when he adjusted his angle to rub the head of his cock against her g-spot with each thrust in and out.
“And you’re so tight. It took every ounce of will power not to bend you over the hood of my fucked up car and wreck you, baby.” He increased his pace, pulling out almost completely before slamming into her.
“You have such a dirty mouth for a suave businessman, Simon,” she teased. It amazed her she could manage to form syllables as a barrage of delicious sensations assailed her. They should have been too much. Too rough and too painful for her first time, but everything was just right. He knew what he was doing.
“Pull on your nipples, Keela.”
Drugged by his punishing pace and the liquid languor seeping through her, she didn’t argue. Cupping her breasts, she tugged her nipples, hesitating at the point where it would hurt. Meeting his gaze, she saw the command there and surrendered, tautening her nipples further, until they burned.
“That is a beautiful sight. Your thighs splayed wide, and your nipples puffy and pouty.” He gripped her hips tighter as he plunged into her hard enough to make her whimper. “Harder, baby.”
“It hurts.”
“I know, but it will feel so good in a minute. Trust me.”
Oddly enough, she did, at least sexually. Keela forced herself to pull harder, and the burn increased. Just when she couldn’t stand it another moment, a second sensation joined the pain. This was the tingle of pleasure, and it jolted through her body, centering on her clitoris.
Simon put a hand between them to stroke her little bud. He didn’t have to urge her to apply more pressure to her breasts. Her hands acted of their own accord, twisting her nipples almost viciously in a way that ratcheted up her pleasure.
Simon’s erection hardened inside her before it started convulsing. “Come for me, Keela. Leave your sweet release all over my cock.”
She didn’t know if it was his filthy talk, the stimulation to her clit, her hands on her nipples, or the way he surged within her that sent her flying. Maybe it was the perfect combination of all the elements that triggered a mind-shattering, body-rocking orgasm that made her issue a keening cry as she grinded against him. The first spurt of his satisfaction shot deep inside her. She lost track after that, too consumed with her own release to pay much attention to his for a few minutes.
Eventually, they stilled, their breathing ragged in the quiet room. Simon pulled out from her, but immediately sat on the couch beside her, pulling her limp body into his arms. “You’ve completely wrecked me, Keela. First my car, and now my cock.”
She bit her lip, unable to find amusement in the moment with the shattering realization that she’d just had. “I think we’re both wrecked.” The words were so morose even she winced.
He turned slightly so he could see her face. “What’s wrong?”
“We didn’t use a condom, Simon. I’m not on the pill.”
“You can’t get pregnant your first time.” At her blistering scowl, his tone turned serious. “If you do, I’ll take care of you.”
She sighed with annoyance. “I don’t want to be taken care of, Simon. I don’t want to feel like I owe you, or I’m working off some debt each time I’m with you.”
He cupped her cheek, stroking a thumb over her lower lip. “Don’t feel like that. Money makes life easier. It’s a tool. I wasn’t trying to buy you, and I’m sorry I didn’t consider it would appear that way. I just wanted to take care of you.” Simon pulled her closer to press his lips to her forehead in a tender kiss. “Do you know the first thing I thought when I saw you?”
“That stupid bitch just hit my new car?” she said with a small grin.
His cheeks and the tips of his ear took on a red hue. “Um…perhaps a bit, but that was a fleeting thought. When I saw you, not the person who’d hit my Ferrari, I immediately thought of what you’d look like when you’re old.”
She arched a brow. “What? Why?”
“Because I knew I wanted to grow old with you. You mentioned the it you’ve been waiting for. Well, I didn’t wait for it to have sex the first time, and I wasn’t looking for it, but it found me the other day.”
Still skeptical, she shook her head. “You expect me to believe…what? You fell for me at first sight?”
He lifted a shoulder. “Maybe. I don’t know what to call it, but whatever I feel is new to me and has made me frantic to have you. When you kept shutting me down, I got more and more desperate, and I guess I screwed it all up.”
Keela tilted her head a bit. “Not all of it. The last part was very nice.”
He laughed, and it held a sharp edge. “Except I lost control and bumbled through like I was the virgin.”
She giggled. “It wasn’t that bad. The very last part was pretty great, Simon.”
He looked hopeful. “Does that mean you’re willing to do it again sometime?”
Pretending to consider the matter, she said, “Maybe, if…”
“If?”
“If you promise your dominating ways end with the bedroom, and you won’t try to take over my life again. Can you promise me that?”
He groaned. “God, why couldn’t you just ask for something easy, like my entire fortune instead, Keela?”
She smothered a giggle, enjoying his suffering a bit more than she should. “Okay, how about you promise to try, with the understanding you actually have to try. You also understand I will fight all your takeover attempts every step of the way? Got it?”
With a reluctant sigh, he nodded. “If I promise all that, how soon do you think you might want to try again?”
A slow smile bloomed on her face. “Quite soon, Mr. Magnus. I have all morning, if you do?”
“I cleared my calendar for the day, figuring you’d show up after you realized I’d been such a great guy and paid off all your debts.” He grimaced. “I really am sorry that came across as a buyout attempt.”
She nodded. “I’m over it since we’re clear I’m not for sale, and you can’t use your money to solve every problem that comes between us.”
He nodded. “Those terms are acceptable.” His cock hardened against her thigh. “I’m sure we can find other, better ways to settle our differences. It might take a long time, but we can work things out.”
She let her hand drift down between them to cup his stirring cock in her fist. “I’m sure you’re right.”
“I know we’ll both work hard to find a mutually satisfying resolution.” He fisted a handful of her kinky curls to pull her head back. “Very, very hard.” Thrusting against her hand, he tugged her closer for another long kiss.
Epilogue
Their life was a series of negotiations and resolutions. Large wedding or small (one hundred guests invited). Honeymoon in Paris or Barcelona (Venice, agreed upon last-minute). One or two kids (three, with the second pregnancy being surprise twins). He pushed, and she pushed back. They had disagreements, but they also loved fiercely and were insanely happy—and as the years passed, he got the answer to the question he’d wondered at the start. In his still-besotted eyes, Keela was just as beautiful in her autumn years as she had been in the spring of youth.
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It was supposed to be one night to celebrate her promotion, a harmless fling with a stranger in a nightclub. Instead, Jake is actually billionaire Wallace Whitcomb Jacobi and her new boss. Their resolve to forget the shared night of passion and behave as aloof professionals soon falls apart under the force of their mutual attraction. Sondra knows the sensible choice is to resign—not just because she can't keep her hands off her boss, but because the consequences of one night will last nine months and beyond.
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It was a cliché to say their eyes locked across the crowded club, and everyone else disappeared. Sondra’s lips quirked, happy she had gotten a bachelor’s degree in business administration instead of creative writing. The fleeting thought fled her mind as he moved closer.
Stalking her. The thought gave her a pleasant little thrill. She watched the dark-haired white guy heading toward her with single-minded determination. His lean body moved through the crowd like a big cat on the savanna. She was his prey, and when he caught her, he would eat her up.
Licking her lips, she straightened the hem of her red dress and smoothed her hands down over her curvy hips before striding forward to meet him.
“Can I buy you a drink?” they asked each other simultaneously.
She smiled and nodded, walking close to him without touching as they made their way to the bar. It was strange to be so attracted to someone so abruptly, when she was normally cautious and analytical. It couldn’t be the two glasses of champagne she’d had with her girlfriends upon their arrival, since that had barely given her a buzz. It had to be the man himself.
Discreetly, she inhaled his scent as she was forced to press close against him to avoid colliding with a dancing couple. He smelled like sandalwood and something unidentifiable but crisply masculine. As he placed orders for their drinks—screwdriver for her and scotch on the rocks for himself—she studied him.
His hair was short and businesslike, but the light dusting of stubble ruined the corporate look. His tight jeans and black T-shirt were deceptively casual, but could have been designer. That was the odd thing about expensive clothes. If done properly, they often looked bargain basement. It still confused her even after her friend Maevyn had tried to explain it to her.
When he stretched across the teak bar to grab their drinks, she got a quick glance at his butt. Molded by tight denim, it was obviously taut and muscular. The kind of ass a girl’s fingers could dig into and hold on for the ride.
As he turned to hand her the drink, she went for an innocent smile, but was pretty sure he’d caught her checking out his backside just by the twinkle in his eyes and the satisfied smirk on his lips.
There were no free tables, and as much as she loved Mae and Dani, she wasn’t sharing the yummy man before her, so she didn’t suggest sitting at the table her group had snagged earlier. Instead, they found a quieter corner and leaned against the wall, sipping their drinks and making small talk.
“Do you come here often?” he asked a few minutes later.
She shook her head, making silky strands of straight hair brush against her cheeks. Normally, she let it curl as it was wont to do, but had taken a little extra time tonight. The effort seemed to be worth it if she had caught the attention of the man standing beside her.
The man… Lord, she didn’t even know his name, and they’d been talking for a few minutes. “I’ve been here a few times, but I’m usually not a nightclub person—especially on a work night. Um, what’s your name?” She extended her hand. “I’m Sondra.”
He took her hand slowly, his fingertips caressing hers before brushing across her palms in a sensuous manner that made her stomach clench. When he grasped her hand firmly, her heartbeat increased, and she didn’t protest when he kept hold of it instead of releasing her.
“Jake.”
“Jake.” She repeated the name carefully, savoring it and drawing it out from one syllable to a purr. “What about you, Jake. Do you come here often?”
He lifted a shoulder. “It’s near my apartment, but I don’t often have the time. Maybe a couple of times per quarter.”
She giggled at the business-speak. “I can tell you’re another corporate drone.”
His ears reddened slightly, and his brown eyes darkened. “I…what?”
She squeezed his hand. “I am too.” Lifting the glass in her other hand, she said, “Though I suppose I’m a little less of a drone as of today. I start my new job tomorrow as a personal assistant to the executive assistant of the CEO.”
“Oh.” He sipped his drink. “Is it your first job?”
Sondra snorted. “Hardly. I’m twenty-seven. I’ve been slaving away in the bowels of WWJ Industries since I finished college.”
He froze for a second before saying, “I guess you impressed someone to get promoted so quickly.”
She could have gone for false modesty, but decided to be direct instead. “Yes. I’m very impressive in many areas.”
Jake quirked a brow. “I can imagine.” The smoky look he gave her from the top of her sleek dark hair to the tip of her red slingbacks left no doubt exactly what he was imagining.
Impulsively, she finished her drink in a long gulp, partly for courage and partly to dispense with it. Then she met his gaze. “Do you want to get out of here, Jake?”
He hesitated for just a second before setting down his half-finished drink on someone else’s table, ignoring their glare. Tugging lightly on her hand pulled her against him, and she set her glass beside his, suppressing a chuckle at the outraged comments from the table’s occupants.
She seemed to magically glide on air currents as he hurried her from the club. She lifted her hand to hail a taxi, but he captured it with his, holding both of hers for a second.
“My place is just a couple of blocks up the street.”
“Okay.” Briefly, she considered the idea of running back into the club to let her friends know she was leaving, and with whom, but decided against it. Perhaps she was behaving recklessly, but since she never did, it was an experience she deserved to fully enjoy.
They walked briskly down the street. It was a warm summer night, with only the slightest breeze stirring occasionally, but she was in no mood to enjoy the balmy evening. The prospect of enjoying Jake loomed instead, and she was eager for it.
As she walked into his building with him, eyes widening at the elegant lobby, she had a moment of feeling out of her element. This was a far cry from growing up in a tiny apartment in a seedy area of town. Even her current apartment, shared with Mae and Dani, was a hovel in comparison—and this was just the foyer.
“Good evening, Mr. Jac—”
“Hello, Thomas.” Jake sped by the luxurious reception desk, complete with the uniformed greeter, almost dragging her behind him as they entered the elevator.
She was nearly surprised not to find an attendant waiting to press the button for them. Eyeing him for a second as he selected the top floor, she said, “Hmm, maybe not a drone, Jake.”
“What?”
Sondra smiled. “You aren’t a corporate drone.”
He lifted a shoulder. “I’m in management.”
Immediately, she pictured the lead of the admin department and the woman she would report to with her new promotion. Compared to the sleek but uptight Eleanor Clevage, he looked nothing like a junior executive. She was grateful for that, not wanting to think about Clevage when they were having sex.
Having sex.
The words circulated in her mind, and the voice of common sense tried to chastise her. Are you really going to have sex with some guy you just met?
Yes.
It’s a terrible idea.
Yes.
You really shouldn’t—
Shut up, she told herself firmly, determined to let hormones win over intellect tonight. It had been way too long since she’d had sex with something not powered by batteries, and the delicious hunk of white chocolate leading her into his spacious apartment was an indulgence she deserved. It was just one night and purely physical, so what could it hurt?
He closed the door behind them, and she stood to the side of the entryway as she waited for him to pass her and lead her down the marble floor. Silk wallpaper glided under her fingertips when she trailed them down the wall as they walked. It was a beautiful place, and Jake was clearly loaded, but she didn’t give a darn about what was in the wallet stuffed in his pants.
She was far more interested in what else he kept in those snug jeans. When he led her into a large living room, she stood near him. “Lovely apartment.” It probably was, but she was beyond noticing much of it. Looking closely would mean tearing her gaze from his.
“Drink?”
She shook her head.
“Food?”
Sondra smiled. “No, thanks, but I wouldn’t say no to lying down.” With a wink, she put her hand on his arm and leaned closer to him. Where had this teasing temptress come from? Perhaps she had been repressing this side of herself too long in her pursuit of financial security and career advancement.