Burning Hearts: A Second Chance Secret Baby Romance

by Vivien Vale

  Dinner arrives and he has them make up the table on the terrace. It's like a scene from a movie with candles lit, wine chilling, and fairy lights everywhere, snaking through the topiary. I think his balcony may be my favorite part of the penthouse because it's far removed yet right within the city. I feel like I'm where all the action is, not missing out on anything, and yet able to relax up here.

  "Sienna," he pulls a chair out for me and I gladly take a seat, anxious to replenish myself.

  He removes the warming cover to the plate which reveals filet mignon and veggies. It looks so good and is just what I need after a long day.

  "How did you know I love red meat?"

  "I could tell you needed the extra iron after the day you've been through."

  He's right and thinking of it sends me into a flashback of the guy with the gun at my head.

  "How will I ever recover from that?" I ask hoping he can provide the answer and the outlet I need.

  Leo reaches across the table and grabs my hand.

  "I'll help you. I'm here. And don't forget all the extra security outside. They'll be your constant companions."

  "Thanks," I say.

  I know he's got me covered. He didn't let me die today and there's a freedom in that for the future.

  "You're always gonna be there for me, huh?"

  He looks up in a funny way like the answer is obvious, "Of course."

  "So even if my brother threatens to bring down all hell you'll still be there for me?"

  He smiles, "Of course. I'd say I'd be the one threatening him now."

  We laugh because it's true. Leo's risen to such a position of power that it eclipses even that of my brother Jax.

  "But Sienna," he says in honesty. "I left because I really believed I didn't deserve you. Even if Jax hadn't been overprotected I might not have been ready. I needed to find myself first and to prove to myself that I can do anything, do you see?"

  Knowing that maybe our separation was meant to happen because we both needed to grow up a little bit helps relieve the pain. And it helps me not to want to kill Jax.

  "Well, that's good news for my brother because now I might want to forgive him."

  "You should. He was just looking out for your best interest. Besides I would have found you, one day."

  "I'm glad that day is now."

  "Me too."

  We eat under the stairs that are dimmed a little by his balcony lights. It's romantic and perfect and just the thing I need to reenergize me and to ground me back into the fact that I'm really gonna be with Leo...forever.

  Leo

  After dinner, I play some music and lead her back inside. I know she's tired. It's been the longest day but it's also the first day that we've been free. There's no more secrets and no more danger so the world is ours for the taking.

  She needs to rest though. So when she curls up on the couch and falls fast asleep I let her. Watching her sleep has its own joy.

  Sienna is so fucking perfect. And she’s all goddamn mine.

  I take the opportunity to unwind with a glass of scotch and then I start making my plans to employ more security at the casino. My team did a great job of helping to find her today, but I'll need to know where Sienna is at all times. With loving her comes a fear of losing her that can only be squelched by my being even more in control of everything.

  I make some phone calls even though it's late. The world stops for me, day or night, the benefit of having money. By morning I'll have this place reinforced and only then will I feel like things are good.

  She sleeps softly and after I've made my calls I can't help but want more of her. Gently I pick her up in my arms and she doesn't even wake. I place her in my huge bed and she looks so small, curled up into a ball. The sight of her, occupying that space where I've never even let another woman stay the night, well it completes everything.

  It was Sienna all along that I was missing. And now that I have her here I feel excited about life and optimistic. We have our entire futures left to get to know each other again and to deepen what we have. I want it to go ever deeper, ever more, and even further.

  I can't imagine there's much territory we haven't covered but that's the thing about her, each day is something new and interesting and better than the last.

  She's beyond comparison. I couldn't do better than this. I finally have what I want.

  I look at her for awhile as she sleeps before finally removing my clothes and sliding in next to her. I hold her and she seems to know even in dreamland that I'm there. My body dwarfs her own and it feels so good to know this is the first of many nights we'll spend together like this.

  I let myself catch some shut-eye. I don't need much sleep but after a day like what we've had even I need more rest.

  I wrap my body around her and contain her easily under my frame. She seems to like the feeling of it because she pulls me in close.

  We sleep for a few hours and I dream of what I always dream about...conquering Vegas and by extension the world.

  We toss and turn throughout the night and it just feels right to sleep by her side, not something I'd ever think to say about a woman.

  And then I wake. It's still the middle of the night but I need Sienna. I lightly stroke her breasts and I bend over her and take one in my mouth. These perfect tits are mine forever. I stroke my finger across her torso and kiss her stomach. This taut stomach is mine forever. And I move down to her pussy and lick and suck all the juices out...mine forever.

  She awakens, likely to the warmth rising in her belly. I'm going down on her with passion and my cock is getting so fucking hard. She grasps my hair and moans. I swivel my tongue around her clit and then slip two fingers into her now swollen slit.

  "Please, Leo, fuck me. I need you."

  She pulls me up to her but I grip her hands tightly to her sides and continue my work. She hasn't seen heaven yet and I won't stop until she does.

  I twist and torment her little jewel and massage my fingers against her G-spot. She moves her hips, trying to get more of me but I hold her down steady. Not yet my princess.

  Her climax arrives at the exact time I want it to. I feel her tremble beneath my mouth. It's hot to suck all the cum out of her. She tastes like a sweet and salty snack.

  Before she can settle down too much I rise and meet her mouth so that she can kiss me and taste herself. It turns me on to see her submit with such pleasure to my control. She's kissing me furiously, aching for more, desirous of nothing but me inside of her.

  I take my sweet time because I want to tantalize her but it's just as hard on me. My cock is literally pounding, dying to feel Sienna's tightness.

  I kiss her breasts some more and bite her nipples so that I can feel her slightly shake with anticipation of what's to come.

  "Tell me what I want to hear," I say and she knows what I mean.

  She looks away, blushing, not wanting to admit that she needs me to dominate her.

  "Come on," I place my cock so that just the tip is entering her.

  Then I pull out and slide my shaft along her pussy lips, up and down, so that she feels what she's missing. It works because the torment is written across her face.

  "Fine, okay, mercy," she says with a sexy flush to her cheeks, at once playing with me but knowing she is at my fucking mercy. "Leo, I want you and only you...and mostly I want that gigantic cock inside of me now."

  I plunge right in and the relief I feel is damn near glorious at finally being in her. She feels so fucking wet and tight.

  She pulls my face towards her and looks up at me. I can't help but peer down at her and then we connect in that special way. She knows it. I know it. We have something unique.

  I thrust in and out. She spreads her legs open for me to reach the maximum depth that I can. My cock is hitting up against the back of her sweet wetness. Her hands are on my ass pulling me in closer but the whole time we're fucking our eyes are affixed on one another.

  She's exquisite...my soul mate.

>   I push in and out, ever deeper, and soon she's gushing and euphoria is written across her face. She's calling my name and convulsing. The effect of seeing her come undone, so genuinely happy to have me inside her, well it makes me unleash.

  I blast my cream into her sopping wet pussy. She's crying out and loving every minute of it.

  "Leo, I'm coming again. Fuck..."

  This girl, my God, she's got the ability to come so much. Every night she's having multiple orgasms.

  I collapse on top of her. She strokes the beads of sweat that coat my back. I fall to the sheets and she nestles up to me.

  It's all over. Even I'm done for. Exhausted beyond repair. We curl into each and fall into a happy sleep knowing our future's at last secure.

  Sienna

  I smooth my hands over the short black wig that I wore my first night of being an escort. It's kind of an ode to the past and it's also part of the seduction package that I'm willing to put on.

  I own the Inner Sanctum now, and in all seriousness, it's still just as sexy as ever. Only now instead of having to be groped by that disgusting old man Roger, or any of his clients, I'm in charge. And I ensure my girls are kept safe.

  I walk out onto the floor where the big players are hedging their bets. Just like that very first night, I can feel his eyes on me from across the room. I look up, and instead of anger at me being handled by some other guy, desire is written all over his face.

  He mouths the words, "I love you."

  I feel my pulse start to race as things in the Inner Sanctum begin to heat up. This is only the beginning, and it's like this every night.

  I take my place among the women.

  I sell them to eager people for a very high price.

  They relish the attention...and, of course, the money. Everything is safe and kept above board. My clients feel like winners because they are.

  Flanked by beautiful women, each one has the chance to be envied. Our little sanctum is in the envy of all of Vegas.

  Everyone wants in, but only a select few are allowed. This ups the IT factor. We’re the place to see and be seen.

  I play host to celebrities, millionaires, and billionaires who all want in on the game. My pleasure, though, lies in being watched by one man...Leo.

  He runs this casino and he runs this town. With me by his side, we’re both actually happy for once in our lives.

  Only time will tell how thoroughly we can make up for the past, but trust me, Leo makes every night feel like I've hit the jackpot.

  He takes me to new heights, the bliss and pleasure beyond description. Yet it always hinges on these beginning moments of tantalizing temptation when the evening's just starting and he can't yet have me.

  I take the new girl, Emily, across the room to meet the richest power players in town. She deserves it. She’s young and beautiful and trying to pay for college. I told her to give me a week and I'd have her all paid up.

  "Get ready, honey, you're about to go big."

  I take her up to the poker table that's hidden from view by many layers of velvet curtains. This is where I keep the best of the best.

  "Who do you have for us tonight, Sienna?" one of the richest billionaires in town asks. His name is Gary, and he's one of my favorites.

  "This is Emily. She's about to make your night very exciting. Just give her a chance to get comfortable and by the end of the night I'll see you eating from the palm of her hand."

  They laugh and accept Emily into the fold. Lucky girl that she found me. The other operations in town are just terrible, and I hate to think of how many women lose themselves to men who have no respect for them, who force themselves on them.

  It's sad, but my brother Jax is going about trying to change all that. He was reelected as Senator, and he's even earned my respect for turning the tables on the escort industry. He sees my vision now, and it didn't take long. It's what I thought I was getting myself into when I started, it's what all women think. But now we’ve made that a reality.

  Jax is taking sexual abuse to the Senate floor, and from what I hear, he’s making headway.

  As for me? I'm happy here with Leo and don't plan on changing anything anytime soon. We've made a little love nest in the penthouse apartment.

  I call it home because home is wherever Leo is. We could live in a cardboard box for all I care. He'd still be mine and I would be his...forever.

  We're about to make it official but I'm no bridezilla. Leo's trying to get me to plan a really big wedding but we're married already in our hearts and minds so I don't see what the big deal is.

  If it were up to me we'd go down to the Little Vegas Wedding Chapel and get it done tonight. As it is, I think he's sweeping me away to Venice or something for the nuptials. All I care about is the honeymoon and I've made that perfectly clear. Me plus him on a beach equals Pleasure Island.

  He's staring at me now in that way of his—the one that makes me need to go change my panties—and I wonder if we'll even make it to the beds tonight or if he'll have to fuck me in the powder room of the Inner Sanctum first.

  I pretend I don't notice his gaze that's trailing me as I make my way to the bar. My silver dress hits the floor just right, making it look like I'm floating, my perfect goddess filthy only for me.

  As soon as I order my very dirty vodka martini, he's at my side whispering about all the dastardly things he plans to do to me tonight.

  "No, Leo, I'm trying to work." I pretend to give him the rub off.

  "But I want you in the penthouse wearing nothing but that garter belt I know you have on. I want to rip it off with my teeth."

  His whispered words almost make me come right here. Having Leo talk to me that way, when he tells me what he'll do, well, I have to press my legs tightly together just to avoid making a mess of my new silver dress.

  "Leo,” I say with a teasing wag of my finger, “I have to take care of Emily, my new charge. Besides the night's hardly begun."

  I wave at someone, Andrea—the CEO of a new cosmetics line called Flash that's making waves in the beauty industry. It's nice to have connections. I've previously set her up with one of my male escorts and she wasn't disappointed.

  My guys can make any woman ruin their panties upon first sight. They're all dazzling, ripped, and most of all, they know how to show my women clients the time of their lives. Many a girls’ trip happens here if they're exclusive enough to get in.

  I'm taking in my success, the business, everything—it’s beautiful, and yet I have Leo here impatiently growling in my ear that he's ready to fuck.

  "Fine, baby, let's go upstairs. I can hardly wait myself."

  He leads me out of the Sanctum through a back exit, and all the while his fingers are tracing the line of my ass.

  "Get ready for a long night, Sienna. I’m going to make you mine."

  "It always is, Leo. With you it always is. And don’t you know yet? I’ve always been yours."

  Painting Her

  A Bad Boy Artist Romance

  By Natalie Knight

  Copyright 2017 by Crimson Vixens

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work intended for adults only.

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  Blake

  Call it a universal truth. All men want sex, myself included. But why then—with this hot, naked woman in front of me—am I feeling…uninspired? I'm in my studio, mixing paint and brushing it across a canvas in fast strokes. I've even found the perfect pink to brush on a nipple. It's night, and the lights of New York City can be seen just outside of my window.

  The model—Mia, or Marissa, or Melanie—has one hand shoved down my pants, and she's petting me and parting her legs, and all I can think about is how patheti
c this art is. It feels like something I've done a million times already.

  "Blake, baby, you feel so good," she purrs. "Give me that one-eyed python."

  "Don't do that."

  "Do what, baby?"

  "Give it a pet name," I say.

  "But it's so impressive," she purrs again, "that it deserves its own name."

  She slides her hand down further, and I don't stop her, but I ignore her advances.

  Why? Because this painting can't wait.

  When I start a new piece, I'm compelled to finish it, and like a fish on a hook, I have no choice but to be pulled in and see it through.

  Art is as much a part of me as breathing, or eating. It's my life.

  I place the long, wooden handle of the paintbrush between my teeth and sit back.

  Something is missing…

  It's flat.

  I decide to bring in white paint, mixing it with my current palette and hoping to add light to the piece. Maybe give it some depth and dimension.

  I use a palette knife to scrape on rolls of paint for texture. I use a thin brush for details, and work with the concentration of a greyhound eyeing a rabbit—my focus is singular.

  I drag the brush against the canvas again, adding color here and there, then finally finishing the last of the model's curves—her legs and the curve of her inner thighs. I just need to get those right. There's something about legs that can be so expressive.

  "It's perfect," she coos, looking up at the canvas.

  The truth is, it's far from perfect. Sure, it's good, but it looks like every other piece I've painted.

  I want something new. I want something more.

  No, it's more than a want; it's a need—to elevate my art.

  The media will tell you that what all men only care about are a woman's physical attributes—her scent, what she's wearing, whether or not her push-up bra is bringing her tits front and center. Don't get me wrong—I'm more than happy to sleep with a hot woman with any of those attributes, but what the media doesn't tell you is that guys also like a woman who is confident and independent.