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by 12 Author Anthology

  Karlee prided herself on hard work and old-fashioned values. She wasn't impressed with this new side of herself peeking through, and she wouldn't allow Elizabeth's fiancé to sweet talk her into anything inappropriate—even if it meant losing the job and walking back to the city.

  She made it to the top of the fairy-talesque staircase. A massive crystal chandelier hung from the vaulting ceiling, and a long oriental runner covered part of the hardwood in the hallway. Karlee saw the table in question. It looked like a priceless antique, the dark mahogany bringing out the richness of the grain. Upon reaching it, she caught her reflection in the oversized mirror above the table. Damn, she looked like shit. Her eyeliner was even running. She leaned closer to the mirror and attempted to make herself halfway decent, using a finger to remove the excess makeup. That's when she felt his presence.

  "You look beautiful. Just how I remembered you."

  Karlee whirled around. Now he'd added liar to his list of offenses. "I doubt that."

  He had this sexy little smirk that melted her from the inside out. "I didn't expect to find you up here. By yourself."

  "I–I was looking for a list of flowers." She pawed behind her, feeling for anything paper-like. "Your fiancée told me it was okay to come upstairs."

  He frowned. "My fiancée? And who would that be, Ms. Jones?"

  Enough was enough. "Your fiancée—Elizabeth. Have you forgotten about her already? That's hardly fair to her now, is it?"

  He touched her shoulder, running his hand down her arm so she was forced to stop fiddling with the table behind her. Once her arms were at her sides, he tilted her chin up so she'd meet him eye for eye.

  "Elizabeth is my little sister. I offered the use of my home for my niece's wedding."

  Sister? Sister!

  If Robert Black wasn't getting married and had no ring on his finger, that meant he'd actually been flirting with her. And she'd been pushing him away! There was nothing keeping them apart now, nothing immoral or scandalous. Her body seemed to put two and two together before her, a rush of heat and desire making her entire body flush.

  "Oh, I see..."

  He chuckled. "Did you really think I'd disrespect my future wife? I promise there isn't a man more loyal than I am. Family means everything to me."

  "I'm sorry. I didn't mean—"

  He braced a hand on the hall table at either side of her body, pinning her only inches from his hard chest. "It's okay, little one. I won't bite."

  She couldn't slow her breathing no matter how hard she concentrated. Her chest was heaving, her pulse racing. He smelled so damn good. Being trapped felt uniquely titillating. If Robert was an animal, he'd be able to scent her arousal. It grew more intense by the moment, like an active volcano building pressure before a violent eruption.

  "You're wet, aren't you?" How did he know? His voice was barely above a whisper—deep and menacing. The heat of his breath tickled the fine hairs along her neck. With her hectic schedule at the flower shop, she had no time to consider relationships. Robert Black reminded her she had needs. Major needs.

  "What are you talking about?" she stammered, not wanting to throw away all professionalism. Yet.

  "I know you're young, Karlee, but you're still a woman." His hand was on the swell of her hip now. He had a firm touch, and those strong fingers were only inches from her pressure center. She didn't even know this man, yet her body demanded she submit to his will. He made her feel safe—whether it was his age, his wealth, or simply the way he could control her with a single word—she wasn't sure and didn't care.

  "What do you want?"

  "I told you, I always get what I want. And right now that's you."

  Her breath hitched. She'd hate herself in the morning, but she couldn't refuse him now that she knew he wasn't taken. There was nothing she wanted more than to have this dark, muscled god claim her, to fuck her hard enough to leave her pleasantly sore the next day. She could tell he wouldn't disappoint. Everything he did was a success, and judging by the hard length pressed against her stomach, he'd get a high score in the bedroom.

  "You want me?" She sounded more insecure than she felt.

  The sound of numerous muffled voices echoed up the stairs from the foyer below. He leaned close and whispered in her ear. "I want to fuck you, Karlee."

  She gasped, liquid heat slipping down her inner thigh. What had she gotten herself into? She needed Stella's advice on her cell phone STAT. Was she acting like a slut? Should she tell him to keep his hands to himself? He was loaded with money and probably hit on half his staff. The idea of being another number sickened her, yet the thought of being naked with him in bed was too tempting to ignore.

  When she said nothing in return, he continued, "Take your clothes off for me." His words snapped her back into reality like a splash of ice-cold water.

  "What? Where? Here?"

  "Right here. Right now." He stepped back and crossed his arms over his broad chest. His eyes were dark as onyx, impossible to read.

  "But there're people right downstairs. Lots of them. What if someone comes—"

  "It's my house. Nobody's coming up here without my consent."

  She wanted to argue and remind him she'd come upstairs without his knowledge, but kept her mouth shut instead. "But—"

  "Karlee, I'm not playing games with you. I want you naked. I want to feel your tits in my hands and see your pink little pussy when I spread your legs on this table."

  He waited.

  She looked to each side, her pulse racing from the fear and titillation of getting caught. God, she was going to regret this, but she planned to enjoy every sordid moment. Karlee started with her skirt, unzipping it from behind as he watched her every move. It fell heavily around her feet, leaving her in her black panties.

  "Continue," he said.

  After another deep breath, she lifted her shirt off over her head. She was so aroused that she swore she'd spontaneously combust. Karlee was in a billionaire's hallway in nothing but a lace bra and panties. How could something so wrong feel so right? She was hesitant about getting completely naked even though she wanted this party to continue.

  "Very nice. You have a beautiful body, Karlee."

  She was desperate for his approval. Each time she complied his tone became less harsh, spurring her to obey each command.

  Karlee unfastened her bra clasp but held the material to her chest before it could fall away. She'd never done anything like this in her life. She wasn't sure who or what to blame for her sudden rash behavior. Maybe it was the stress from work and finances or due to stifling her sexuality every day of her adult life. But Robert Black unleashed something within her that refused to behave.

  He shook his head in disapproval as he stepped forward. "Don't hide your body from me." Robert gently pried her arms aside, allowing the bra to slip down to the ground with her other clothing. He got down on one knee and covered her areola with his hot mouth, sucking in her sensitive nipple. She cried out, tossing her head back as she gripped his hair as an anchor.

  His tongue was magical as he painted circles around her nipples, alternating from one to the other. With his hands free, he removed her panties, the last article of clothing before she was completely nude. He cupped her bare ass, squeezing the fleshy mounds as he feasted on her breasts. His slight stubble scraped her sensitive skin, increasing her arousal. Her legs were getting weak, her knees shaking.

  When he finally rose back up to his feet, he towered over her, his shoulders twice as wide as hers. She instinctively tugged at his shirt, wanting him just as naked. The man was massive, and Karlee wanted to see and feel the hard muscles she knew waited beneath his expensive designer shirt.

  "Ah-ah." He clucked his tongue as he seized both her wrists. "Patience, sweet thing." Then in one swift motion, he had her sitting up on the antique hall table, the decorative vase and flowers purposely brushed to the ground. The ceramic crashed into pieces when it hit the hardwood. She gasped, her body jolting from the sudden noise.
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  "Mr. Black? Is everything okay?" The female voice originated from downstairs. What if she was caught without her clothes on?

  He ignored the unseen voice, unzipping his dress pants as he positioned himself between her spread legs. "Touch my cock."

  She looked down at his huge erection now jutting out from his zipper. The man was thick and hard, built like a stud horse. She tentatively reached down, but he gripped her hand and showed her exactly how he wanted her to handle him. He was so forward, so confident. She liked it.

  "Mr. Black?" The sound of footsteps began at the bottom steps of the winding staircase. Karlee tensed.

  "Do you want this inside of you? Can your little pussy stretch enough for me?" He smoothed his hands along her inner thighs, stretching her wide enough that she felt the pull in her muscles. When he pressed the fullness of his thumb into her cunt, her entire body shook.

  A muffled gasp briefly stole his attention.

  "Do I look like I want to be disturbed?" His voice changed from sexy to threatening in the span of a second.

  Karlee looked to the side, Robert's thumb still deep inside her, her legs wide. The wedding planner stared with a mix of shock and awe before rushing back downstairs. She'd probably gossip to the entire staff, including Elizabeth. She should care, should be embarrassed...horrified even. But all she could think about was the delicious man who didn't appear fazed by anything or anyone.

  "Should we stop?" she asked.

  "My house, my rules. It's bad enough I've given my sister free rein of the main floor and grounds for the week. Upstairs is off limits." He pulled a condom out of his back pocket and began to sheath his ready cock.

  Is this really happening? Men had even ignored her in university. She'd always been the shy, awkward one. The outgoing flirts with big boobs and long legs always got the guys. It still dumbfounded her that Robert Black went through so much trouble to get her in his bed. If only he really wanted her, but she wasn't deluded enough to believe he'd choose a low-class nobody as his woman. But she could still dream.

  "You have no idea how badly I want you right now." He guided his erection at her molten center, working all those thick inches inside her willing body. She closed her eyes, allowing the cascading relief to trickle through her system. This was exactly what she needed.

  Karlee exhaled once he was fully seated. He was big, stretching her walls in a luscious new way. She reached up and grabbed him by the shoulders for support. The man was hard, no extra fat on his body. Even with the thin material of his shirt covering him, she could tell he would be perfect.

  When he began to thrust, the resulting friction made her cry out. Every stroke brought her body to life, the multitude of sensations settling deep in her cunt. Her clit was swollen and throbbing, warning of an impending orgasm. She'd never expected to achieve one at the hands of a man rather than a battery-operated toy. But Robert already had her soaring the clouds and she wasn't coming down any time soon.

  Her humanity and sense of decency slipped away as her dormant feral side emerged. She wanted sex—dirty and a lot of it.

  "You're ridiculously tight, Karlee." His words were slurred with his focus on fucking her. He had her by the hips as he pumped in and out of her pussy with undying stamina. The wooden table knocked the wall with each thrust, the sound of rough sex echoing throughout the house.

  "Sorry..."

  "I fucking love it. You're perfect."

  She couldn't help but smile to herself. She wanted Robert to like her. Who was she kidding? Karlee wanted a man like Robert Black to love her. All her adult years had been spent hiding from relationships or anything involving real emotion. Now that she'd been given a sample, she realized just how unfulfilling her life was, and not because she was struggling financially. What she needed was love and companionship, a shoulder to cry on, and a man who could make everything better.

  But she wasn't a fool either. At his age, Robert Black would have already settled down with a woman if that's what he wanted out of life. Tonight was about sex. One night. Billionaires didn't choose people like Karlee Jones, so she needed to enjoy every minute of this experience. It would be something to remember during those long, lonely nights above her flower shop.

  When she reached the height of arousal, everything around her seemed to disappear as she focused on the blossoming orgasm. It was a beautiful thing, a place where she'd love to linger. But just before she could reach that peak, Robert abruptly pulled away.

  "I think we should take this to the bedroom."

  She could scarcely catch her breath, her body coiled like a spring. "What? But..."

  Robert had brought her to a blinding peak so effortlessly. She wondered what he was capable of given an entire night. He scooped her up as if she weighed a few pounds and carried her to the room right across the hallway. He kicked the door shut once they entered. The bedroom was decorated in an array of reds with gold accents. Fabric swaths wound around the four wooden bed posts, and the bedding looked too tempting not to drown in. Even the smallest details were memorable. The amount of money he had to burn was mind-boggling.

  "Don't worry, beauty. Like I told my sister, I'll take good care of you. I'll have you coming hard and fast. It'll be worth the wait."

  She reached down to touch herself, her pussy throbbing with need. But Robert wouldn't have it. He set her down on the cloud-like duvet, the soft material enveloping her body. Then he proceeded to pull his leather belt from the loops in his pants, using it to create make-shift handcuffs. She watched in fascination. Within minutes he'd expertly secured her wrists to one post, her nude body sprawled out diagonally across the massive bed.

  Karlee tugged at her binds, feeling increasingly apprehensive when she realized he wasn't playing and she was tied tightly. This was a new level of kink. In fact, it was the only naughty thing she'd ever done outside of her imagination. Did she trust Robert enough to continue? She was about to find out.

  "You look good in my bed," he said, standing near her side. Robert began to unbutton his shirt. It was like watching a gift being unwrapped, the anticipation killing her. When he finally peeled the layer off those linebacker shoulders, she held her breath. The man was built for her pleasure—hard and cut. He had the outline of a six-pack peeking through his trim abs and an erotic trail of hair leading to the huge bulge in his pants. Her pussy wept because she knew precisely how his cock felt driving in and out of her. He'd left her hanging on a beautiful precipice, not allowing her to take that final leap. Karlee needed to come in the worst way.

  "What are you going to do with me?" she asked.

  "I'm going to eat your pussy until you scream my name. Then I'm going to fuck you until you're filled with my cum."

  She was at a loss for words. He was so forward, so no holds barred. The billionaire was actually going to go down on her after they'd already started having sex? She assumed he'd be too good for that, but she supposed a man was a man.

  "Does that work for you?" he asked as he crawled over her body. The muscles in his pecs and arms flexed as he held his weight over her nude, prone body.

  Karlee nodded rapidly, ready to indulge in anything that involved dirty sex with Robert Black.

  "Don't move now." He winked. She couldn't move if she tried, her arms secured above her head. Robert traveled down her body, spreading her thighs wide. Karlee felt so exposed and vulnerable, the gentle current of air in the room teasing her moist pussy. When Robert's hot breath warmed her clit, she knew she wouldn't last long. His tongue lapped at her folds, sinking deeper as he passed her cunt. She was delirious, stars and lights dancing in her vision. The room was dim, lit only by the glow from the hallway under the door and the meager amount of light from behind his heavy curtains.

  He suckled and licked, eating her like a man with only one intent in life. She arched her back, certain she'd die if he continued, but needing so much more.

  "Oh my god," she cried. The heat in her cunt built and built. She tugged frantically at her binds. A
ny minute and she'd explode. Any minute...

  He stopped his ministrations, leaving her wanting. "You're close. Good."

  "Hey! That's the second time you've left me hanging." She felt desperate and angry, ready to beg.

  He smirked, an adorable little tilt of his lips. God, she wanted him. Robert leaned over and untied her wrists, running his palms over her breasts and hips as he pulled back. He made her feel beautiful with just a touch or look.

  "Sorry, baby. Promise it won't happen again." He wasted no time, plunging into her wet heat, his warm chest pressed against hers. Robert began to work her body, but it felt so much more intimate with their bare bodies entwined. They were in his bed, moving as one, bonding on a sexual level. She wrapped her free arms around his neck, holding him close. Emotions bubbled up inside her, a little voice telling her to never let go.

  How could men like Robert move from woman to woman without feeling the deep-seated connection now driving her mad? The intimacy of sex was hard to distinguish from genuine love and affection.

  "Robert..."

  "Good girl." He groaned, a sexual sound that brought her arousal up another notch. "You're all mine."

  His pubic bone brushed her sensitive clit each time he came down. He had the stamina of a jackhammer. The man had a huge cock, his size alone bringing her relief. He filled her to overflowing, his steely erection better than anything she could buy in a toy store. The final thrust that pushed her over the edge came unexpectedly. One moment she was savoring the sweet zone, dreaming up impossible fairy tales, the next she was jolted back to life as her entire body rocked with contractions. She could feel her pussy milking Robert's cock. He growled, gripping her tighter as he finally experienced his own release.

  They were both sweat-slick, panting, and exhausted. They'd had a mini marathon of sexual exploration. Within minutes of their mutual orgasm, they fell asleep in each other's arms.

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  Karlee awoke with a start, sitting up so fast she had a head rush. She was confused, ripped from her dreams by a loud, unfamiliar bang. Where am I?