Playboy in a Suit (Cockiest Suits Book 2)

by Alex Wolf

  I look away at the wall and wipe the tears from my eyes. This can’t be happening.

  “You think I didn’t know.” He walks over and looms above me. “Did you think I didn’t know?” He scoffs. “You’re marrying Leonard. This is happening.”

  “I won’t do it.”

  He grins as Mom shakes behind him. Why won’t she stand up for me? It’s my life, not theirs.

  “Oh, yes you will.”

  “You can’t do anything to me. You don’t own me.”

  Dad glances to Mr. Reyes and back at me. “No, I can’t. But I can throw your little boyfriend’s family out on the street. And I can make sure they never work in this town again.”

  Horror floods my body. I can’t move. It’s like I’m paralyzed, stuck in a nightmare where I can’t scream or run.

  “That’s what I thought.”

  Leonard walks over and leans in next to my ear. “Like I said, you’ll learn to love me.”

  “Is there a problem?” Mr. Reyes glances at Dad then over to me.

  I have to go through with this. I love Jaxson too much. His family will be homeless and out of work if I don’t.

  I glance around at all of them, then stare at the floor. “Okay. You win.”

  Dad smiles. “That’s my good girl.”

  Jaxson

  13 Years Later

  That’s it, sweetheart.” I grip Sonya’s hair as she deepthroats my cock.

  My fingers tug on her wispy dark strands, pulling her head farther down as I hold back the load building in my balls.

  She looks up at me as tears form in the corners of her eyes. Her thin lips stretch around me as I record her with my phone.

  “Beautiful.” I growl the word, watching as I slide in and out of her mouth with ease. Her tongue moves up and down my shaft as her fingers stroke my taint.

  She’s dirty, and I like that about her.

  I’m close but not fully there yet.

  Sonya’s perfect melon-sized tits sit on full display in a sexy red lace bra. She’s fucking gorgeous. A pinup model who poses for tattoo magazines and calendars. Any man would love to have her, but she has one purpose for me—a hot, wet place to get off.

  There’s an understanding between us. When she comes to town we meet up at a hotel for drinks then I take her to a room and fuck her brains out.

  It’s been our thing for three months now, but she seems to be growing restless. Sonya wants more. I understand that she craves companionship but I’m not the man to provide it.

  I’m not interested in anything other than meaningless fucking.

  Pulling out of her mouth, I bring her up from the floor and order her to bend over the couch of the hotel suite I paid for. We won’t be sleeping here.

  I plow into Sonya from behind and fuck an orgasm out of her. It’s not all about me. We both have needs, and I want hers to be met as well.

  Later when we’re finished, I’ll use the shower and leave. Sonya can stay if she likes but I never stick around. There’s no cuddling. No whispering of sweet nothings. Just a mutual exchange.

  Sonya loves rough, dirty talk and I’m cast perfectly in that role.

  I tease my cock around her entrance before ramming it deep. “Such a dirty little slut. That’s how you like it, huh?”

  “Mmhmm.”

  I pull out to the tip and drive back in. “Look at this sweet fucking ass.” I smack her left cheek hard enough to leave a handprint and yank on her hair.

  She practically salivates while she screams my name for more.

  The only sounds in the room are wet bodies slapping together and the moans that leave her throat.

  Then, she ruins it.

  “Jaxson…”

  “Yeah, say my name when you take that dick, you dirty little bitch.” I ram into her once more as she clamps down on me.

  Her whole body shakes as she rides out the orgasm. I’m so fucking close my balls ache with delight.

  “Jaxson.” She breathes out the word.

  “Yeah?”

  So.

  Close.

  “I love you.”

  I stop moving.

  Time stands still.

  My cock practically shrivels and wilts away and I know a raging set of blue balls awaits in my near future.

  My eyes widen as she glances back at me, still panting. “What did you just say?” She might as well have said she was pregnant or had syphilis.

  What the fuck is happening right now?

  Her eyes stay locked on mine over her shoulder. “I love you.”

  I lean back and sit on my heels, still wondering if I heard her correctly.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  Here’s the thing. Any other woman I’d have been out the door already. But, Sonya seems nice. I’m an asshole, but the last thing I need is her bashing my windshield in with a baseball bat or showing up in tears at my office. I don’t know her well enough to know if she’s a little higher on the crazy scale than she seems.

  “Umm…”

  “Umm?” Her face turns that fiery red that has me wanting to sprint from the room. She doesn’t seem like the kind who’s ten shades of crazy, but I don’t want to risk it.

  “Look. You caught me off guard a little.”

  How can I play this? I need to let her down easy. I could tell her to fuck off, but that invites conflict, and conflict breeds catastrophe.

  “You’re nice, and I, umm, care about you and stuff…” Christ, I can’t even look at her when I say it. It sucks, but that wasn’t the arrangement. She knows better than to pull this shit. I have to just rip the Band-Aid off. “So, this was great, but I think it’s best we don’t see each other anymore.”

  “What?”

  “It’s just chemicals firing. We have to be reasonable about this. You don’t know me well enough to love me.”

  “That’s not true.” She sits up and slumps into the couch as I move to pull up my pants.

  I let out a heavy sigh. “I don’t do relationships. It’s not personal. And no, you don’t know anything about me other than that I like to come here when you’re in town to fuck. You know I drink bourbon. That’s really about it.”

  Her bottom lip trembles and I hope to fuck she doesn’t start crying. I don’t do tears either. Well, except for earlier, when she was sucking my dick. That’s different, though.

  “You’re an asshole.” Her hazel eyes turn a dark shade I haven’t seen before.

  “Not denying that.” I grab my jacket from a nearby chair. “Listen, we had fun. I’m sure you’ll meet the right person who will love you back. I’m doing you a favor here.”

  “Fuck you!”

  I’ll be damned if she doesn’t hurl an empty rocks glass at me and it shatters across the wall.

  Fuck this. I tried to be nice about it.

  “You already fucked me, sweetheart.” I smirk and walk out the door.

  I don’t do feelings. I do the fucking.

  She really is better off.

  Player in a Suit coming May 18th!

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