Playboy in a Suit (Cockiest Suits Book 2)

by Alex Wolf

  “Some unwarranted advice. Don’t screw around with her emotions. Be honest about what you want. You know men say women are confusing but all it takes is some communication. Go home and talk to her and see if she is cool with me coming on as a partner. I’d like to sit down with her and see if we can reach an agreement, but she has to actually like me, or it’ll never work.”

  “I’ll be in touch.” I finish off my drink, eager to get home to April and give her the good news. When I get in she isn’t anywhere to be found. Klaire says she left, all dressed up to meet a friend. A guy named Ben.

  What the fucking fuck?

  The first thought through my mind is running my goddamn fist through Ben’s face. I don’t know what’s coming over me. I want to say it’s because she’s pregnant with my son, but it’s more than that. A possessive rage comes over me like I’ve never felt before. Where the fuck did she go? She’s not a prisoner, but Jesus. Smiling in the tub. Shaving her legs for another man with my child inside of her. Fucking ridiculous. I told her where I was going.

  “Did she take the car?”

  “No, sir. I believe she was driving herself.”

  Fuck. If she had my driver take her I could find out where she is and force her home where she belongs…under me. I have no choice but to wait it out. The thought of her with Ben has me pacing around the apartment.

  Klaire makes herself scarce. I have a feeling I made her uncomfortable.

  April

  I have no idea what I’m doing but if Brodie can go out, why can’t I? Being pregnant doesn’t mean my life is over and that I can’t date. I’m a sexy, single woman. Maybe not as sexy as I once was by the way Brodie ran out of the bathroom at seeing me naked, but Ben always did flirt with me.

  When I asked him out, he was more than eager to meet up.

  I let Klaire know that I’m meeting up with my friend Ben, in case Brodie magically comes home and wonders where I am. Judging by the hungry way Lisa was looking at him in the street earlier, I doubt he’ll ever even know I’m gone. Would he even care that I am out with another man?

  I arrive at the bakery and coffee house at the same time as Ben. I can’t have alcohol, but a tea and muffin can’t hurt.

  When Ben’s eyes land on me, he takes in my stomach and smiles. Immediately he draws me into his large arms, crushing me with a bear hug. “Damn, girl. Look at you all sexy, rocking motherhood like nobody’s business. I don’t give a damn what Rod said, I’d pay to watch you dance any day.

  “Thanks.” I laugh as he releases me. His cologne smells nice, but nothing in comparison to Brodie’s.

  “I’m glad you called. I’ve missed seeing your smiling face and that fine ass. You know I quit the club after Rod fired you. That shit wasn’t right.”

  “You didn’t need to do that. I’m fine. Things have worked out relatively well.”

  “Don’t mention it. I got me a job working out in the oil fields. You just happened to catch me on my off weekend. Don’t get many of them but the pay is damn good.”

  We make our way inside to place our orders and grab a table. My phone goes off a few times, but I ignore it to give Ben my full attention.

  “So, what made you call me?”

  “I don’t know. Guess I was thinking about you.” I pick at my muffin, unsure of what to say. Now that he’s here I can’t stop thinking about Brodie and imagining him fucking that bitch.

  Before I found out I was pregnant, I was attracted to Ben, but now no one compares to Brodie. I’m afraid he’s ruined me. I came here expecting fireworks. The big ones that bang, but all I’m getting is cheap sparklers and snap and pops.

  “It’s good to see you. Gotta be honest with you though. I’m not really into the seeing some other dude’s baby mama drama. I like you. Always have. I think you’re a beautiful woman, but I want to make my intentions clear. Once you have the baby if you’re still single, hit me up.”

  I appreciate his honesty, and we spend the rest of our time catching up. He fills me in on some of the drama from the club right up until he quit. Rod caught Stacie fucking two dudes in one of the VIP rooms and lost his shit and finally got rid of her. I’m not surprised she was doing two guys at once. Only surprised Rod kicked her to the curb.

  Ben kisses my cheek when he walks me to the car. I feel nothing. No boom. Not even a tingle. He’s cute, but I know I won’t be calling him again anytime soon. He doesn’t compare to Brodie, and I’m afraid no one ever will.

  When I get back home he’s at the bar pouring a drink. He doesn’t seem happy. Maybe his reunion with Lisa didn’t go as expected.

  As I put my purse on the counter he stalks toward me with a dark look in his eyes that I don’t like.

  “Where have you been? I called you several times.”

  “Was out with a friend. Not that it’s your business.” I give him a confused look. Nowhere in our agreement did it say I have to answer to him or explain my comings and goings. I don’t answer to Brodie. I’m my own person.

  “Ben, right?”

  “Klaire told you.”

  “She did. Is he a friend, or someone you’re seeing?”

  I don’t appreciate his tone.

  “Does it matter?” I scoff and stare out one of his giant windows. “You were out with Lisa.”

  He shrinks back as though I slapped him. “I was meeting with Lisa because she works in the fashion industry. I wanted to hire her to be a consultant for you to handle the parts of the business I don’t understand or that we can’t take care of ourselves. I was seeing her for you. I wanted it to be a surprise. She’s interested in being a partner if she likes your portfolio.”

  My stomach drops. I feel like an asshole.

  “So, you weren’t meeting her because you wanted to fuck her?”

  With a heavy sigh he steps into me, backing me against the wall. “I won’t lie to you. Lisa and I briefly dated, years ago. She’s an old friend, but no, I didn’t go to her tonight because I wanted to fuck her. Did you go see Ben to fuck him?”

  There’s no space between his face and mine. Our mouths are so close I can feel and taste every breath he takes.

  “Yes.” I whisper the word.

  “And did you? Did you fuck him?” He growls his questions in my ear.

  I shake my head ever so lightly from side to side.

  “Good.” He shifts around so that his face is right in front of mine. “Because no dick but mine will go inside you while my child is in there. You want fucked—” His hand moves between us and up my dress. Grabbing my pussy, he grits in my ear in a low and dangerous voice. “You come to me to get fucked. You want to get off, I’ll make it happen. No one else. Understand? No one will fuck you but me. No one will taste your cunt but me. No one will spread these fucking thighs and make you come but me.”

  A whimper leaves my throat and his mouth is on mine.

  Brodie

  April pants against my mouth, breathless as I continue to rub my fingers over her panties. She’s fucking soaked. Fuck taking shit slow and getting to know her better. I want her, and I’ll have her. I’m a Hunter. I never lose. I take what I want. I’ll have her in my bed. April is mine. No one else touches what’s mine. Her pussy belongs to me. Her body is meant to be taken by me.

  Plunging my tongue deep in her mouth, I take everything from her, swallow every goddamn sound she makes. She’ll submit and give in. I’m not taking no for an answer. She wants me. Her body squirms against my hand seeking pleasure. Only pleasure I can give her.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

  “And you’re so hard.” She palms my cock over my pants.

  “I’m done waiting. Tried it. Doesn’t work for me. I want you. You’re mine. I’m taking this pussy tonight.” Sliding her panties to the side, I insert a finger, then two. I pump them in and out, twisting and finger-fucking her slick heat.

  Her soft moans grow louder with every thrust of my fingers working her greedy cunt. It squeezes around me.

  “Naughty little bitch. T
rying to make me jealous.” I palm one of her tits and squeeze her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. “Like anyone else knows what you want.” I shove my fingers in farther and curl them up to hit her spot.

  “Oh my God.” She coos against my neck.

  Damn, she feels amazing. Primed. Tight and ready to be fucked.

  When I pull my fingers out of her, she gasps. Her hips buck toward my hand, searching for something to keep her filled. “Don’t stop. Please.”

  Sweeping her up in my arms, I move for the stairs that lead to our bedrooms.

  Taking her into my room, I drop her on my bed.

  I have to control myself from getting too rough. I don’t want to do anything to hurt her or the baby. I won’t risk their wellbeing. But fuck me, I need to be inside her soon.

  I take my time undressing her. Paying attention to every curve of her body, worshiping her skin with my mouth.

  Her legs slide up and down the sheets as I pepper small featherlight kisses over her growing stomach. Some stretchmarks have formed on her skin, little pink marks that turn me on, knowing they’re there because her body is making room for our son.

  He may not have been conceived in love, but I’ll show April I can love her. I can make her life a good one. I want to give her the world.

  Her fingers thread through my hair, stroking softly as I spread her legs apart and inhale her scent.

  She smells intoxicating. Delving my tongue over her sensitive skin, I taste and tease her tight bundle of nerves. Fucking heaven in my mouth, licking her sweet essence.

  Her hips arch, begging me for more as I take my time, licking her slowly, parting her pussy lips wide, so I can stare at what belongs to me. I pinch her clit between my fingers. “This is for my pleasure.” I lick her once from front to back. “No one else will ever taste your sweet cunt.” I flick my tongue, teasing at her sweet heat. Her thighs squeeze around my face, but I force them back open. My fingers go to work in her while my tongue strokes her clit. “No one will ever know how good and tight you feel, but me.”

  “Oh, Brodie, yes. Fuck.” I look up at her as she gasps for air. Her teeth graze over her bottom lip as she trembles under my touch. Keeping my fingers inside her, I glide up her body, until I reach her tits. Taking a nipple in my mouth, I suck on it tenderly, being gentle and careful not to put my weight on her stomach.

  “Tell me you’re mine.” I breathe against her mouth. “Tell me you’ll always belong to me.”

  “I’m yours.”

  I replace my fingers with my cock, easing into her slowly.

  “Oh my God.” She cries out in pleasure, as I sink deeper inside.

  April

  My legs wrap around Brodie’s waist as he thrusts into me. My heels dig into the top of his ass as he picks up his pace. My body is his for the taking. I know without a doubt that what he says is true. I belong to him. My body is his to please. Even when he makes love to me he’s fucking powerful. He can call it fucking all he wants but I can feel the emotions pouring out of him. I can see love behind his eyes.

  This man feels for me. He cares more than he wants to admit. That doesn’t matter though because when he kisses me, I feel adored. Worshipped even, as he works his cock in and out of me. His eyes have been on mine the entire time, watching every emotion that rips through me. He sees every ounce of pleasure that washes through me as he takes what he wants and gives me so much in return.

  Rolling to the side, he orders me to ride him.

  Sinking down on him, a shudder rushes through me. Our bodies fit perfectly together, and he doesn’t make me feel unattractive. In fact, just the opposite. He makes me feel like the most desired pregnant woman in existence as he goes the extra mile to make sure I get off.

  “Christ, look at you.” His fingers reach up to brush my hair out of my face. “You’re beautiful. Let me watch you come.” His thumb goes in my mouth and I suck the salty skin as he thrusts up into me, pushing deep in my walls, hitting my sweet spot. My orgasm pulses and I shatter into a million pieces of pure bliss.

  Raising up to kiss me, he growls and tugs on my hair, biting my bottom lip as he finds his own welcomed release. His cock twitches and he grunts my name over and over. He fills me up with his arms wrapped tight around me, not daring to let anything break our connection.

  My body goes limp, and I collapse on the bed next to him, unable to move.

  I let out a long yawn, totally spent. “Do you mind if I sleep here tonight? I don’t think I can move unless you carry me.”

  “Look at me.”

  I open my eyes, trying to fight the weight of sleep pressing down on me.

  “You’ll never sleep anywhere else. I want nothing more than to fall asleep next to you every night and wake up to you every morning.”

  “Do you really mean that?”

  He cups my face in his palm. “I wouldn’t lie to you. If I didn’t want you here, you wouldn’t be. I could have put you up in one of the empty apartments downstairs. I want you here. I want us to be together and make this work. One day I want my ring on your finger and to put more babies in you, but we have to get this one here first.” He smiles and kisses me softly as sleep claims me, leaving me unable to argue with him.

  *-*

  The last two months has felt like living in a dream. True to his words, Brodie has kept me in his bed. Even going as far as moving my stuff into his room. It feels surreal to be getting my happily ever after. After years of not having a family, the Hunters have welcomed me with open arms. Brodie finally told his parents about me, leaving out the detail of me being a stripper.

  I’ve been meeting with Lisa daily for the past month to get our business started. Things don’t happen overnight, but we’re working our way towards a grand opening now that her brother has secured the perfect location. I have to admit, I misjudged her. She’s snarky and funny to be around. Her girlfriend is going to do some promotional shots for us for advertising.

  I can’t believe she’s dating Karma. The woman is super famous. I couldn’t believe Brodie didn’t know who she was. My man spends too much time in the courtroom but I’m breaking him in slowly and making him watch reality TV with me.

  Brooke has gotten in touch with Jenny, and the two of them have been planning my baby shower. I’m sure whatever they come up with will be amazing, but I hate how secretive they’ve been about the whole thing.

  The only involvement I’ve had is getting to go with them to taste the cake samples. The look on Brooke’s face when I told her to just get something from the grocery store was priceless. I thought her head was going to explode. Not because she’s a snob or anything, but she’s gone out of her way to make this special.

  When she found out I didn’t have any family of my own I thought she was going to cry. She told me that I have a family now. That her and Weston and Maxwell and Jaxson come with the territory.

  I still think they’re dicks, but they’re growing on me.

  Even though Brodie and I didn’t have the best start, I do believe without a doubt that he is the man for me. The only man.

  Every day we learn something new about each other, and it’s exciting.

  I just got home from going over the renovation plans on the building Lisa and Brodie acquired for our company, Sassy Girl Designs. We haven’t agreed on a name for the boutique yet. Nothing seems to have that wow factor.

  I’m lying on the couch eating the sandwich and pickles Klaire made me when Brodie gets in. He’s been working overtime, trying to lighten his case load for when the baby comes.

  Coming over to the couch, he goes down on his knees looking so damn sexy in his suit. It’s tailored to fit his body like a glove. He’s every woman’s fantasy.

  Grabbing his tie, I pull him closer to me. “Hey.”

  “Hey yourself.” He gives me a quick peck on the lips. “Ugh, pickles.”

  “Our growing boy likes them.”

  As if he’s listening to our conversation my belly moves, sending my plate to the floor.


  “Easy, slugger.” Brodie puts a hand on my stomach. His hand is always there, anytime he’s in the room with me.

  Brodie

  I never imagined having a one-night stand would change my life in the most unimaginable and greatest of ways. I can’t imagine my life without April in it. She’s my world. My reason to get up every morning. The woman has given me purpose. Every day with her is better than the last.

  I’m always eager to come home to her. Before, I couldn’t imagine coming home every night to one woman, but April keeps me on my toes. I never know what the hell I will walk into. She’s made herself at home now in my apartment. Her love of design has spilled over into every room.

  It started when Lisa offered to help her with the nursery.

  Once they had painted clouds and animals on the walls, they moved on to redoing the spare bedroom, and now mine.

  I like Lisa, but she’s eating up every minute of my woman’s time these days. The renovations on their store are almost complete and they have a warehouse of goods ready to stock the racks and shelves.

  The two of them do make a great team. A great team who loves to spend my money. I have no doubt that their business will take off. Karma has several of her friends from New York flying in for the grand opening. If this store does well, there’s talk of them opening a second location in New York.

  I warned Lisa that she isn’t sending April to New York if that comes to fruition. I don’t need her cutting in on my time any more than she already does. She’ll have to handle that shit.

  When I walk in the door I expect to see my woman lounging with her feet up, but instead, she’s standing in the kitchen, hunched over the counter with Klaire and Brooke rubbing her lower back.

  “Is she okay? What’s going on?” Worry etches over my face. Our due date is still two weeks away.