The Embrace: A Forbidden Billionaire Romance (Broken Slipper Series Book 3)

by Vivian Wood

  I reach in my pocket. Kaia’s eyes widen.

  She blurts out, “You're not going to propose, are you?”

  I frown at her. “Well now I'm definitely not going to,” I joke.

  She looks so alarmed that I feel a little bad.

  I wave her at her. “Relax. I wasn't going to propose. I did get you something though.”

  I pull a small black velvet box out of my pocket and open it, handing it to her. In it are a pair of priceless teardrop diamond earrings, as big and showy as you please.

  Kaia gasps a little bit and her hand goes to her heart. “Oh, Calum…” She looks up at me, her eyes filled with wonderment. “They're incredible. Thank you.”

  I rock back in my chair, my lips pursing with a dark kind of humor. “What would you have done if I would've gotten down on one knee and proposed to you, I wonder?”

  Her cheeks flush. “I just think that we should maybe talk about engagement and what it would be like to be married before you actually do something like that. In my mind, a girl should never be completely surprised by a proposal.”

  My eyebrows arch. “Is that so?”

  She turns an even deeper shade of red. “Yes. That is how I feel.”

  “Well…” I lean forward and put my elbows on the table, squinting at her. “Let's talk about that, then. I’d like to be able to propose, if the moment seems right.”

  Kaia blinks at me, looking as surprised as she has ever been. “Oh!”

  I wait for her to say more, but nothing seems forthcoming

  “That’s okay.” I prompt her. “So what are we supposed to talk about, exactly?”

  She swallows and looks down at her hands, studying her nails. “I don't know. I mean… Marriage is a big step. We could talk about the importance of fidelity and honesty. But I think we both know that part. I guess… I'm just wondering what exactly you think the role of the future Mrs. Fordham would be.”

  I lean back and throw my arm over my chair. “I don’t know. I mean, I can imagine a hundred different things. I think that it would just depend on what you want. For now, and for the foreseeable future, it would be a big wedding and a change in name for you. I could see you at some point joining multiple charitable boards. But that's probably years in the future.”

  I pause, watching her face. She doesn’t react outwardly so I just push on. “Other than that?” I shrug. “I don't know. What you want me to say?”

  Kaia still doesn't meet my eye. Her lips thin and she sighs a little. “I don't know either. I just…”

  That's when I notice that she is trying to hold back tears.

  “Whoa, whoa. What's going on?”

  She shakes her head and her lips compress into a tight circle. I sweep around the table, pulling her out of her chair and into my arms.

  “What is wrong?” I utter, completely taken aback.

  She licks her lips and looks up at me, dashing away tears. “Nothing. Nothing is wrong. Everything is fine. I just… I think I'm just overwhelmed by the talk of marriage.”

  Cupping her cheek, I gently lift her head and lower my lips to hers. Her kiss is sweet and sultry, her fingers digging into the lapels of my tux. She pushes up on her tiptoes, desperate to get closer to me. I respond by sweeping her off her feet and carrying her towards the limo, my mind settling on the back seat as where we are going to fuck.

  We are too wrapped up in each other to say anything else and that is okay in my book.

  23

  We barely make into the backseat of the limo before I start kissing Kaia and trailing my hands down her body. I can’t not touch her. I push her coat off of her body, urging her back on the leather seat of the limousine, and move closer.

  “I just can’t get enough of you,” I hiss.

  She moans with this breathy little voice that makes me wild and crazy. “That works out, because I feel the same way.”

  Shaken to my very core, I drag my thumb across her lower lip, then follow the caress with the press of my lips against hers. She responds immediately, ravenous for my touch.

  Fuck.

  Echoing her sentiment with an appetite all my own, I press her back against the seat, trailing kisses down her neck. I grab her by the waist and spread her thighs, bringing us together. My mouth descends upon hers, hungry and demanding.

  She opens her mouth and grips me with her thighs, drawing me in without a second of hesitation. Her hands slip around my neck, fingernails lightly scoring my tux jacket. I palm one of her breasts, then pinch her nipple, drawing a cry from her lips.

  I trail kisses down her jaw, skipping over her neck, and bend down to nuzzle the space between her breasts. I feel her legs wrap around me, her heels digging into the backs of my legs, pulling me as close as possible.

  I reach down and hike her pretty dress up, finding her bare underneath. I groan as I rip off her dress, kissing her exposed breasts. I know I’m not being delicate with her, but I’m too entranced to care.

  She doesn’t seem to mind, her head thrown back. She rolls her head from one side to the other. “Fuck, Calum. Nobody knows how to touch me but you,” she whispers.

  “You’re goddamn right,” I say, smirking as I kiss her bare skin.

  She starts making these little ohhh sounds that slay me me. Every second I’m not inside her I think I die a little.

  “Fuck. I need to you her, right this second,” I tell her.

  She kisses me and I bite her lower lip. She grabs my head and bites me on the neck, which I swear makes my cock pulse.

  “Talk dirty to me again,” she whispers. Her words are another turn on.

  “Fuck!” I grit out. “You are such a bad girl, beauty.”

  I squeeze one of her breasts hard, and she gasps.

  “Bad enough to get punished?” she whispers.

  “Ohhh fuck,” I say, pushing her down against the floor. I look at her for a second, searching her face. “You don’t know what you’re offering to me.”

  She struggles under me, trying to push me off. “And yet, here I am, offering it.”

  I bring my hand up to her neck, fitting my fingers around the slim white column of her neck. I apply just a little bit of pressure, making her gasp and writhe beneath me. When I release her, she tries to pull me closer for a kiss. I allow it for a moment, but then I pull back. There is much more I want to do to her.

  I move back, kneeling on the seat. My tuxedo is only getting in my way; it’s the work of less than a minute for me to rip it off my body. Then I’m bare before her eyes.

  She looks at me like a strange god, something to be studied and worshiped. I fist my cock, drawing her attention to it. It jumps and twitches at her glance. She looks up at me, biting her lip.

  “Can I taste you?” she asks quietly, seeming unsure.

  “Fuck,” I huff out a breath. “Now that you said it, you don’t have any choice.

  She bites her lip and a sly smile appears on her face. She licks her lips, preparing for my taste.

  God, could Kaia be any sexier?

  I reach down and stroke my cock with one hand. Her eyes twinkle a bit, and she pushes herself up on the leather seat.

  “I have been waiting to get a taste of your cock all night...”

  She reaches out, brushing her hand along my length. I grit my teeth as pre-cum leaks from the tip of my cock.

  “Choke on it,” I say, my own mouth watering. “Gag on my dick, beauty.”

  She presses her free hand against my chest, turning me onto my back. I go willingly, trying not to flutter my eyes closed as she moves down, kissing as she goes.

  When Kaia circles her wet tongue around the head of my cock, I can’t breathe for a second. She shifts so that she’s on her knees and scoots down, sitting between my legs.

  Then she quickly takes almost my entire length into her mouth at once, swallowing me, gagging a little.

  “Fuuuuuck!” I cry out. “Fucking hell. Kaia, you’re so unbelievably hot when your mouth is full of my cock.”

  Sw
allowing, I look down at her heart-shaped face. Her pouty lips part as I guide my cock to her mouth. The second I touch my cock to her lips, the sensitive head probing the wet heat of her mouth, I have to close my eyes for a moment.

  My dick twitches, and it takes everything in me not to just bury myself in her hot mouth. I put my hand in her hair, gripping it at its base. It is very hard not to just let go and fuck her mouth and throat. She wipes at her mouth, taking a moment to breathe.

  “Be still,” she warns. “Try not to move.”

  She shifts again, putting her hands on my thighs and opens her mouth once more, taking me in as deep as she can. Her mouth is incredible, her throat even better and so much tighter. I thrust once and she chokes. Her nails bite into my thighs but it doesn’t discourage me in the slightest.

  She pulls back, rolling out the velvety tip of her tongue. It caresses the head of my cock and sends tiny lightning bolts of electricity down to my feet. My toes curl.

  “Fuuuuuuck,” I whisper. She nudges my hand out of the way, closing her little fist around my cock. My hand tightens in her hair as she sinks her mouth down on my dick again.

  She starts to work her head forward and back, fucking me oh so slowly. I groan as she picks up the pace a little, closing my eyes and leaning my head back.

  Usually when I’m fucking a girl’s pussy, I’m in a position of complete control. I can stop or slow down as often as I want, which helps me to keep from blowing my load before I’m ready. Even with throat-fucking, I am in control more than I am now.

  And control is something I desperately need to have, especially now. Especially with Kaia.

  I can’t scare her off of going down by grabbing her and fucking her throat. And as much as I’d like to cum in her mouth, I know that I can’t. It’s too much.

  “Fuckkkk,” I hiss. Her mouth feels incredible, it’s going to be hard to restrain myself. “Okay, okay. You have to stop, otherwise I’m going to finish in your mouth.”

  I gently grab her face and push her back. She sits back on her heels, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand.

  “You taste so fucking good, baby,” she says, her eyes scanning my face. She licks her lips. For a second, my eyes are on her mouth, watching her tongue.

  Yeah, I would’ve finished there without a problem.

  “Your mouth is incredible.” I pin her onto her back. “I just didn’t want to come in your throat when your pussy is hot, wet, and ready for me to fucking stretch it out.”

  She blushes for a second. Pulling her up onto the leather seat again, I switch our positions so that she is below me. I grab her knees and force them apart, leaning down to kiss her breasts. Then I go straight for her pussy, spreading it with two fingers, and licking her clit.

  Kaia cries out and buries her hands in my hair, her back bowing. I trace figure eights around her clit and dip my tongue into her pussy, loving the scent and taste of her. Just as she gets worked up, her juices flowing, I press her knees up and lick my way around the tiny pucker of her ass.

  “Oooh!” she cries, startled.

  I kiss and lick it for a second, penetrating her ass with the tip of my tongue. Then I break away, kissing her inner thighs, kissing and biting her breasts.

  “I want you to touch yourself again,” I whisper in her ear. “While I’m taking you from behind, I want you to make yourself come.”

  She nods eagerly and I flip her over. She braces herself on her knees and elbows, showing her pretty pussy and ass to me. I grasp my cock, pressing the head to her entrance.

  “Touch yourself,” I order. She reaches under her body and starts to play with her clit.

  I plunge inside her and hear her gasp. She feels so hot and so tight that I have to go slow, otherwise I’ll come right away.

  “Oh my god,” she gasps. “Calum, your cock feels so good.”

  I grab her hips and use them as leverage while I fuck her, working my cock in and out of her pussy. She begins to tighten her innermost muscles even more as she plays with her clit. I focus, closing my eyes, and try to hit her g-spot every time I thrust.

  Finally, she bursts, coming with a shout. I speed up as soon as I feel her begin to spasm, letting myself pound into her like a jackhammer. She cries out my name, which has never sounded better.

  I feel my cock start to twitch and pulse as I drive home again and again. I feel like I’m coming like a fucking fountain, her pussy milking my cock for everything it’s worth.

  “Fuck!” I shout. “God damn, Kaia.”

  I try to suck in breaths, still balls-deep in her pussy. She giggles breathlessly and pushes me back, forcing me to withdraw. Then she shifts her body and pulls me, so that we are both more or less sitting on the seat.

  I lean over and kiss her lips, chuckling. “I think I needed that.”

  “Me too.” Kaia’s mouth twitches. “I’m mostly thinking about how trashy we are. I mean, we basically just fucked with the driver and the waiter and god knows who else watching the limousine rock.”

  I laugh. “They’ll get over it. They are paid to look the other way.”

  She pulls a face but I just tug her into my arms, a heavy sigh on my lips. We lie here for a while in relative peace, no words passing between us and diluting our post-coital bliss.

  24

  I sit in the cramped little waiting room of the dance company’s staff physician. It's just a windowless space, tucked between the long echoing halls of the New York Ballet on one side and the doctor’s office on the other side. I sit opposite an empty chair, elbows on my knees, waiting. I want badly to bite my fingernails but I don't. I left that bad habit in childhood.

  Instead I nibble on my bottom lip. I take a deep breath and try not to think of all the ways that this appointment could go completely sideways.

  I could be pregnant. Really, with my job as a ballerina and my boyfriend who isn't at all interested in having kids, that's the worst case scenario. I would have to make a choice there. My career, my relationship, or a clump of cells which will one day become a baby.

  And yet, I'm tortured even now just thinking about it.

  I lean my head down and press my knuckles into my eyes.

  I almost hope that it turns out that something else is wrong with me. It's funny to think that I would rather have a syndrome or a disorder. But if it came down to that or making a choice between a baby, my work, and my life…

  The door to the doctor's office opens and Dr. Partridge steps out. He's a tall, stork -like man with a long track record of keeping ballerinas and dancers healthy. He frowns down at a chart, calling my name.

  “Kaia?”

  I shoot to my feet and smile nervously. “Right here.”

  He glances up at me, takes a few seconds to take in my outfit of an oversized sweatshirt and leggings, and then he steps back.

  He waves me in with the hand. “This way, please.”

  It's not the first time I've dealt with the dance company’s doctor. The NYB is very careful and thorough about the health of their dancers. I've seen the doctor twice already for minor injuries and I've only been here for a few months.

  I hoist my dance duffel bag on my shoulder and shuffle through the door. The office is neatly divided into two parts. One side is a desk with a computer and two chairs facing it. On the other side of the office is an examination table. He points me to the examination table and I head that way, my heart beating loudly in my chest.

  “If you please,” he says. He leaves through the information in my chart. “Put your bag down and sit on the table for me please.”

  I lay my bag down and hop up on the crinkly white paper that covers the table. It's a little higher than a chair would be. My feet dangle off the floor and I shiver a little bit.

  He doesn't even look up at me right away. “Are you here for another steroid shot for your shoulder? I know it's been a while since your last one…”

  “No.” I bite my lower lip. “I’ve been gaining weight pretty steadily for the last three weeks
or a month. And I was talking to a friend who suggested that I come here and talk to you. Just to make sure that I'm healthy, you know.”

  Dr. Partridge squints up at me for a long second. Then he puts the chart aside and nods.

  “Okay. That's good idea. Why don't we start by drawing some blood and getting a urine sample from you? Then we can go through some questions that I have.”

  He is already turning away and walking over to a spare medical cabinet, where he draws out several tubes and a butterfly needle for drawing blood.

  I breathe out and look away as he sticks me. As he is drawing the blood, he asks me a million questions.

  When was my last period?

  Did I change my diet recently?

  Have I been tired?

  Have I noticed any changes, especially in my urine or stool?

  No. I haven't noticed any of those things. Just the weight gain. Almost 5 pounds this month.

  His face creases as he looks at me. “ Five pounds is really not that much. Even on a dancer that’s as slight as you… But you are already here, so let's just check it out.”

  He presses a small plastic cup into my hand and asked me to step out into the hallway and go to the restroom. I return and he asks me to wait for the lab results, which should only take a few more minutes. I agree of course and he offers to let me wait in his office.

  “I actually need to check a couple of text messages, if that's okay. I would rather step into the other room in case I need to make a phone call.”

  Dr. Partridge nods. “Of course. I'll call you in when I have your test results. I don't worry, whatever the situation is, we'll get you sorted out.”

  I can't even pretend to smile at his assurance. Making my way out into his stuffy little waiting room, I do check my phone. But the text messages I mentioned to the doctor were just a front; I don't have anything to work on, I just didn't want to wait in the room with the doctor.

  Having to spend the time alone is something I haven't fully contended with, though. It gives me time to work myself up into a froth over the future of my ballet career. Add in the fact that things are just now starting to go really well between myself and Calum and you have got a recipe for disaster.