by Violet Paige
“And how about the hotel?”
“I wanted this hotel for a long time. I had the vision for it from the start. I’ve always wanted to bring its old beauty back, and then you came—with your passion, vision, and talent—and I was hooked. You are perfect for the project and you are perfect for me. I’ve never wanted to demolish it, and assure you that hotel won’t ever be demolished as long as I’m involved.” I exhaled, deciding to be completely honest with her. “Look, the truth is that I worried a bit about not being able to give you all the funds you need for the project. I fully believe in you and I want you to redecorate it no matter how expensive it is, but according to my calculations, there was a possibility that finding all that money might not be possible.”
“What? But—”
“Look, that doesn’t mean I won’t find the money. I will find it because I want you to make your design come true, but in any case—the place won’t be torn down.”
She was just looking at me for several moments, twisting her hands on her lap as she thought about my words.
“I thought you were lying to me, you know. I thought you just wanted to use me and dump me when you got bored.”
Screw baby steps. I got up and crossed the room in two strides. I knelt in front of her and took her by the hands. I frowned when I felt how cold they were. “Angel, I never wanted to use you.” I kissed her hands, holding them tight. “I admit that I was a complete jerk in the beginning, and nothing justifies my awful behavior then, but it would be a lie if I told you I wasn’t attracted to you from the start. Then you showed me your worth during the interview and got me completely crazy for you these last few days.”
She was still frowning, like she couldn’t still believe my words completely. “Because of sex.”
“No, angel.” I kissed her hands again and looked her sincerely. “It was never just about sex. While I enjoy our sex more than anything I’ve enjoyed in my life, you’re more important to me—you, as a person. Rebecca...” I sighed. “I can’t be without you. I want you to believe me. I need you. I need you more than anything, and if you can’t believe me, than I don’t know what I’m going to do...”
She didn’t even move as she examined my face carefully. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. “Okay,” she finally said.
“Okay?”
She nodded and offered me a slight smile. “Okay. I believe you.” She shook her head and bit her lip. “This is really difficult for me, because I was really hurt, Charles. I thought you were lying to me about everything... And this project means a lot to me. And not only this project.”
“Not only this project?”
“You also mean a lot to me.” She brought my hand to her lips and kissed it tenderly. For a moment I thought I didn’t hear her well. My heart threatened to jump out of my throat.
“Can you repeat that, angel?”
She bit her lip again, and of course, my cock immediately twitched. “You... You mean a lot to me.”
Rebecca. She was an angel. My angel. I actually wanted to jump from happiness. She believed me. She felt something for me.
That was it. I needed to have her right now.
20
Charles
I brought her face to mine and met her lips in a hurry that took us both breathless and hot for each other. “I need you, Rebecca. I need to fuck you senseless until the only thing you remember is that you are mine.”
She grabbed my face and thrust her tongue into my mouth, stroking mine with urgency that made my cock harder than ever. I needed to bury myself into her. I had to feel her soft, warm pussy.
“I am yours,” she said. “Boss.”
I smirked. “Boss?”
“Yes. Boss. It really turns me on when you order me every time we have sex. I love the way you control me.”
Shit, she had no idea what she was doing to me now. She was fucking perfect.
I stood up and pulled her to her feet. “Come here.” I guided her to the mirror. I made her face it and stopped directly behind her. “I want to take my time with you, but I’m not really sure if I would be able to do that since I’m desperate to fuck you now.”
I placed a kiss on her neck, and she shivered, goosebumps appearing all over her skin. I enjoyed the way she reacted to me. She was so sensitive. So fresh, so new.
“Charles,” she breathed out, staring in daze at me in the mirror. She didn’t take eyes off me as I undressed her slowly, taking my time as I unbuttoned her jacket and her shirt. “What are you doing?”
“Making one of my fantasies come true.”
I took off her clothes, leaving her in her high heels only. I looked at her body in the mirror, mesmerized with every single inch of her body. She was so hot. I kissed her neck, grabbing her breasts and playing with her sensitive nipples.
They reacted immediately, becoming two hard buds as I rubbed them, and she was already panting and writhing.
“This is so good.” She brought her eyes to mine in the mirror, staring at me through her daze, and suddenly my pants and boxers became too tight for my cock. It begged me to release it as I slid my hands down and covered her hot, shaved pussy.
“You’re already wet for me, angel.” I groaned and grinded myself against her.
“Yes.”
“Tell me how much you want this?”
“So much, boss. Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please, fuck me.”
Shit. I was going crazy for her.
I chuckled. “I will.” I moved my hands over her body again, caressing her smooth skin as we looked at each other in the mirror. I held onto her waist as I brought my hand back to her pussy that was now dripping wet. I pushed my fingers through her soft folds and reached her entrance. “Your pussy is so soft, Rebecca. And only mine.”
She shuddered, her pussy swallowing my fingers when I pushed them inside. My cock throbbed painfully, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to take this torture much longer. I thrust three fingers in and out of her fast, her pussy making the sloshing sounds as her juices gushed out of her.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Please, don’t stop! I will come.”
“And what if I stop?”
“No!”
Just as I felt her tense, as if she was really near her orgasm, I took out my fingers and gave her a hard look. “You didn’t say ‘please’. I won’t let you come until you behave like a good girl.”
She flushed, panting faster. Her tits rising and falling were too sexy.
“Please. Please, please, please, boss. I will be a good girl. I will listen to everything you say. Just... please...”
“Please, what?”
“Please, make me come.”
I grinned and thrust four digits inside of her, fucking her roughly. She screamed, losing herself once more on my fingers. I moved my other hand up and covered her breast, squeezing it. She closed her eyes as she was close to her orgasm, but I pinched her nipple hard, forcing her to open her eyes.
“Look at me. I want you to look at me while I make you come. Do you understand?”
Her eyes gained a darker shade of green, completely overwhelmed with her pleasure. “Y-yes,” she breathed out. I pushed into her several more times until she exploded, convulsing all around my fingers.
The next moment I moved away from her and took off my tie. “Lie down on the bed,” I ordered her. I removed all my clothes as she did what I’d told her to do. I pulled her arms up and used my tie to bond them together to the metal headboard. She gasped and her eyes widened when she realized what I was doing.
“Boss!”
I lay on top of her, sliding my hands over her whole body and kissing the places I’d previously touched. When she started trembling and begging me to fuck her, I grabbed her hips and buried myself deep into her.
“Yes. Oh shit, Rebecca. I needed this. I needed you.”
My rhythm was wild from the beginning, and I got lost in her completely. She was screaming after each thrust, her soaking
wet pussy enabling me to slide in easily. I brought her legs on my shoulders and entered even deeper, sending her over the edge immediately. Her pussy milked and squeezed my cock as I rammed into her again and again. She was so sexy tied up like this to the bed, unable to move and fully under my control.
The second time she came on my dick we orgasmed together, our juices mixing as I leaned in and slammed my lips against hers.
She was mine. “You are so beautiful, angel.”
She smiled to me, looking completely spent. “You too, Charles. I love you.”
For a moment I thought I didn’t hear her right. Then my breathing hitched and my heart went into overdrive. She loved me.
Rebecca Harris loved me.
Hell yeah!
This was all I ever needed. I smiled, feeling like the happiest man alive. “I love you too, Rebecca. I don’t ever want to get separated from you again.”
She kissed me again. “You won’t.”
I grinned wildly at her and showered her face with kisses. This had just turned into a best day of my life.
Epilogue
A year later
Rebecca
Today was the grand opening of the hotel. I couldn’t believe how quickly the time had passed, and here I was, cutting the ribbon with Charles.
Charles.
I looked at the man standing next to me as we faced the guests, and my heart expanded with happiness. It had been a year since I started dating Charles, and since then we’d worked hard on renovating the hotel and bringing its old glory. I’d been able to make my designs come true and along with them—my dreams.
We were in the middle of a cocktail reception, but suddenly Charles pulled me to the side and said, “It’s getting a bit boring here. Let’s sneak away to our bridal suite.”
I grinned, my pussy throbbing in response immediately. Our bridal suite was the suite we’d used that day when we admitted that we loved each other. I felt something warm filling me as I remembered that day. It was truly special, and it marked the start of our beautiful relationship.
Each day with Charles was more exciting than the previous one. Our sex was simply amazing, and I loved the way he controlled me in our bedroom. I’d gotten to know him better and discovered we were more similar that I’d initially thought. We had the same passion for turning old into new and we continued working together on other projects too.
We went upstairs and entered the bridal suite, which was now completely different from then. It was beautiful—it looked exactly like I’d always envisioned it.
Suddenly, I felt too emotional. My vision blurred as tears welled up in my eyes.
Charles looked at me in worry. “What is wrong?”
“Charles, you have no idea what you’ve done for me. This...” I motioned with my hand at the room, looking over its new furniture and restored walls and windows. Turning something that had been so old and ruined into such a pretty, breathtaking space was equal to a miracle for me, and it was all thanks to Charles. “This is amazing. This is all I ever dreamed of... Until you. Now I have you and this hotel is just the way I wanted it to be... You made my dreams come true. Thank you.”
He approached me and kissed me, holding onto me tightly.
“No. I have to thank you. You are the one who made my dreams come true. I have you and there is nothing else that matters to me.”
He took a step backward and reached into the pocket of his jacket. The next moment he took a small jewelry box out of it, and my heart just stopped. He opened it and revealed a huge diamond ring that took my breath away. I looked at him, unable to think properly for a moment.
Was this...? Was this really...?
“Rebecca Harris, you are the love of my life. Will you marry me?”
Oh my God.
Oh my God! Yes! “Yes,” I breathed out, feeling so happy. I couldn’t believe this!
I grinned like crazy when he took the ring out and brought it to my ring finger. I couldn’t believe he’d just proposed. He pulled me in for a kiss, and I was already lost in our passion.
I was already lost in him.
Charles Talon, the man who I thought would be my enemy, would now be my partner for life. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Dirty Play
Copyright © 2016 by Violet Paige
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1
Wes
I was a god. And not just any god. I had an arm that could throw a lightning bolt a hundred yards, with two seconds left on the game clock, and score. They should have called me Zeus. I could run faster than any damn lineman trying to knock the shit out of me. I could read the defense faster than the whistle blew. I could call plays and execute before the defense could say their own names. I was a fucking god out on that field, and everyone knew it. The coaches. My teammates. The fans.
Hell, I had known it since I joined the pee-wee league when I was six. That’s what kids do in Texas. Kids that have dads who want them to be competitive assholes before they can read. And that was me. Born to play football. Born to dominate. Born to win. Molded and coached into the best fucking quarterback to walk the planet.
And I did win. I won state playoffs in high school, I won our conference title in college, and I was on our way to taking our team to the Super Bowl. Nothing stopped Wes Blakefield. Nothing.
I could fuck any woman I wanted. I could gamble. I could party after a game. All of it. Because I won. The American Football Association wasn’t going to stop me. And neither was my team. I brought them millions. As long as I won, they would look the other way.
They didn’t give a shit about the women or the bets. As long as I put a W in the column every Sunday, they stayed off my back. I was a walking cash machine for those bastards.
Until everything came crashing down.
2 months earlier
“Blakefield, you want me to pick you up tonight?”
“Like a damn date? No thanks. I’ve got a driver.” I slapped my wide receiver on the back with my towel.
Practice had been light today. We ran some drills and I worked out a new route with the receivers. I stood in front of my locker, shoving my clothes in my bag, and picked up a water bottle.
“I guess you’re not planning on going home alone?” Stubbs grinned.
“Do I ever?”
The locker room was almost clear. Most guys had showered and were headed to the Dean. It was a tradition among the Wranglers that the rookies threw a party as a gift to their teammates. We didn’t like to call it an initiation, but we all knew there was hell to pay on the practice field if the party sucked. The name stuck after the first rookie, Larry Dean, threw one hell of a party. I didn’t know what was in store for the night, but I was hoping it involved a pair of big tits and a tight ass. The guys knew my type, and I expected them to deliver.
“See you there.” Stubbs waved as he exited the locker room.
I threw my bag over my shoulder and headed out after him. I didn’t expect to run into Coach in the corridor.
“Wes.”
“Hey, Coach.”
Coach Howell was in his mid fifties, but the poor bastard looked like he was pushing seventy. That’s what coaching in the AFA did to a man. It shaved years off his life.
“I heard tonight’s the Dean.”
I nodded.
“I need you to keep the boys in check. Keep things light.” There were dark circles under his eyes.
“Light?” No one on the coaching staff attended the Dean, and they never would, but it didn’t mean they didn’t know what went on there. Players talked. And God help the man whose wife or girlfriend found out about it.
“You’re the team captain. I need you to show some leadership. Restraint. Moderation.” He eyed me like a fa
ther telling his son taking a girl to first base was okay, but rounding second was out of the question on a first date.
“You’ve got nothing to worry about, Coach. I’ll keep an eye on the team. I’ll probably have a beer and leave. These things don’t last long anyway.”
“We don’t need bad press, Wes. We’re on the verge of the playoffs, and this party couldn’t be more ill-timed. If one of my players ends up in the headlines, it jeopardizes everything we’ve worked for all season. You get that?”
I could appease the man, or I could tell him to fuck off and stop worrying like a damn grandma.
“Got it, Coach. The boys will behave. Don’t worry.”
He smiled grimly. “All right. You know the AFA rules. You know what’s at stake. They’re looking for anything that could be a potential problem. They don’t want their playoff teams crippled with scandal. It’s bad business, Wes.”
I gripped my bag, trying to inch closer to my car. “Anything else, Coach?” I couldn’t give a fuck what the AFA cared about. I won games. I collected my paycheck. That was the extent of my relationship with the American Football Association.
He shook his head. “Nah. Have a good time.” He pulled his visor snugly across his forehead and walked toward the staff offices.
I snarled as he vanished around the corner. I wasn’t a damn babysitter, and I wasn’t about to tell a bunch of grown men what they could and couldn’t do at a party. This was our present from the rookies, and if it involved women, booze, and some competitive poker, I wasn’t going to stop it. I deserved it. I had thrown the party my rookie year, and now it was time to reap the rewards.
I started my Porsche, revving the engine a few times before peeling out of the parking lot.
This rookie squad had spared no expense. They had rented the penthouse of the Grand Rio, overlooking the Riverwalk. I barged through the doors, smiling at my teammates.