by Jessa James
His restraint was gone.
“You feel like heaven wrapped around my dick, wrapped around me. This is where I've wanted to be for the past year.”
Holy fucking hell. He was a talker during sex and I loved it. It was like word porn.
It was incredible.
He was incredible.
My breathing picked up as I moved, shifting my hips into his thrusts to learn what made it even better.
“You're going to come all over my cock, aren't you, sweetheart?”
Oh yes.
I nodded, licked my lips. I was just about there. His dick was magical and I couldn't resist. “Yes. I'm going to come. Oh. My. God. I'm going to—”
My inner walls clenched down on his cock, squeezing, milking, pulling him into me, never wanting to let him go. I rippled around him as I came. Sweat bloomed on my skin and I felt myself get even wetter. Really wet, so that when he fucked me, the sound of it filled the room. It was dark and carnal and dirty and yet… perfect. I was a naughty girl.
I couldn't hold back the scream. It was so good. Better than his fingers at the club, better than his mouth.
“Shit, your little pussy spasms are my undoing. And those heels in my ass. Fuck.”
He growled against my neck as I felt him swell within me, then stiffen. I knew he was coming, that his cum was filling the condom. It was right then I wished he was bare, that I could feel every inch of him, his hot seed coating me. Claiming me. I wanted to belong to Carter Buchanan.
He’d offered me just one night, but I knew it wasn’t going to be enough.
* * *
Emma
I woke on my side with Carter plastered to my back, his arm around my waist. The smile on my face was automatic and I laid perfectly still, staring at the wall, at the designer curtains, heavy mahogany furniture and cream colored carpet that looked thick enough to swim in.
Last night, I hadn’t noticed anything but the man I was with. Listening carefully to his steady, even breathing, I felt free to enjoy a few more minutes in this fantasy. Me, in bed, with Carter. If I closed my eyes and dismissed all logic, I might actually convince myself that I belonged here.
Way to get rid of the V-card with style. I mentally patted myself on the back and prepared for the pain I knew was coming.
I had to leave. The only thing more pathetic than having a one night stand with your billionaire boss was sticking around the next morning hoping for more than sex.
And there was no way in hell I was turning into that girl, no matter how much I wanted him. Sure, I’d been a virgin, but I wasn’t naïve enough to think it was anything more than hot, recreational sex between two consenting adults.
If I hadn’t already given my notice, I’d be freaking out right about now. But I had a nine o’clock meeting with my new financial team and only five more days in the Buchanan office. Which meant I would need to survive two more meetings between Carter and Ford. Two hours in Carter’s presence. And then? A new job. New people.
New life.
I glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. Seven, and I still had to get home, shower, and change into something respectable for my meeting.
With a sigh, I pulled free of Carter’s hold and slid out of bed. First thing I did was use my phone’s app to call a car. I watched the little dot work its way around the streets a few miles away. Six minutes. I had six minutes to be out front.
It didn’t take long to get dressed, because I hadn’t been wearing much. My panties were gone, nowhere to be seen. I still had on the garters and stockings, and my bra was on the floor next to Carter’s dress shirt. Unhooking the snagged and ruined stockings, I stripped them off and dropped them on the corner of the bed. I shimmied into my skirt and had the little pearl buttons done up on my blouse in record time. I was hopping on one foot, trying to get my heels on when I felt the energy in the room shift.
Carter.
“Where do you think you’re going so early?” He rolled over onto his back, the dark sheet low over his abdomen. All that muscle on display made my mouth water, and from the cocky grin on Carter’s face, he’d been watching me admire him.
“I have a meeting at nine. I have to go.” I grabbed my cell phone and credit card and ID and shoved them back in my bra in preparation for my walk of shame.
He watched me, his eyes soft and warm. The look he was giving me made my heart ache, made me long to crawl back into that big bed with him, curl up and purr like a kitten.
“Stay. Just for a few minutes longer.”
“I can’t.”
He raised a brow, frowning. “Then kiss me before you go.”
I shook my head, backing away from temptation. “I don’t think so.”
“Emma. Come here.” He sat abruptly, the sheet falling to dangerous levels and I got my first glimpse of the head of his very large, very impressive morning wood. Oh, God. He was magnificent. I'd seen him the night before, but in the bright morning light… My pussy clenched as arousal struck me hard and fast, the slight pain between my legs a reminder of exactly where that hard length had been last night.
I took another step and bit my lip. “No. I have to go.” I was at the door when he stood, his bare body on display like a Greek god’s. His dark hair was tousled from sleep and he looked even more beautiful. Approachable. Real. It wasn’t fair, his perfection. It simply wasn’t fair to us mere mortals. “I have to go, Carter. I’m…I…” What the hell was I supposed to say? Thanks for taking my virginity. It was fun? “Thank you for last night.”
“Emma—”
I interrupted him, waving my hand in the air to get him to stop talking. It was hard enough as it was. “I know it was just one night, Carter. Don’t worry. I won’t say anything at the office.”
“Emma—that’s not…”
I bolted before he could finish his sentence. I didn’t want platitudes or promises he wouldn’t keep. I knew the rules, and I’d agreed to play the game. And what a game it had been. He'd definitely scored a goal, but we'd both been winners. But the game was over. Now, it was time for me to act like a mature adult and leave without a lot of drama. And, apparently, without my panties.
His house was huge, the long hallways filled with classic pieces of art and rugs that probably cost more than I’d make in a year. Yeah, he was so out of my league.
Luckily, I made my way straight to the front door. Carter appeared at the top of the stairs, and he'd taken the time to put on his pants, but left them unbuttoned and hanging low over his hips. His feet were bare and his chest was on magnificent display. I paused just long enough to burn the image into my brain for later inspection and waved as I opened the door.
“Emma, stay right where you are,” he commanded. “We need to talk.”
I shook my head. Why did he have to make it so hard? Since when did the love-'em-and-leave-'em types want to talk?
“No, we don’t. I’m a big girl. I might have been a virgin, but I do know what a one-night stand is.” I smiled a super-bright, ridiculous, over the top smile to make sure he knew I was all right, even though I felt anything but. “Thanks, Carter. Bye.”
Slamming the door behind me, I jogged in my high-heels like an idiot down the ridiculously long, curved drive. Giant trees lined both sides of the private road leading to Carter’s mansion. Perfectly manicured flower beds and shrubs completed the look of an old, stately estate. I turned around as I fled and took in the two-story, colonial mansion with its marble columns, giant windows and bright white walls. It looked like something out of a fairy tale. The prince with the magical cock.
But I was no princess. Damn it anyway.
The car I’d been expecting pulled up and I slid into the back seat just as the Carter stepped out onto the porch. I waved as my driver completed the circuit and pulled away from the only man on the planet I’d never wanted to leave.
“Bye, Carter.” I whispered my goodbyes as the driver pulled onto the street. I wiped a tear from my cheek. Just one. And I refused to think about wh
y I was crying at all.
Carter
“Where the hell is she?” I walked into Ford’s office with Emma’s panties in my pocket.
She’d run from me. Scared. I should have anticipated that, but I’d fucked up. I’d let her slip through my fingers. Should have told her what I felt for her. Why she was the only woman I'd ever taken into my home, into my bed. She thought I'd wanted a one-night-stand, that I'd fuck her and forget. Hell, even take her virginity and then walk away. She'd given it to me and I did not take that lightly. Apparently, she was under the misconception otherwise. It was time to set things right.
What we shared had been wild and dirty. Steamy hot. But it had also been… special. The connection we shared was unlike anything I'd ever felt before with any woman. I didn't just eat her out, I memorized her taste. I didn't just take her virginity, I watched her, listened to her and learned what made her hot, what made her cry out my name. What made her come on a fucking scream.
She'd fallen asleep a sweaty, panting mess, well satisfied and definitely no longer a virgin. Why she fled when it was so good between us was something I'd have to find out.
She said she had a meeting at nine. It was nine-fifteen, Ford was in his office and a woman I didn’t recognize was sitting at Emma’s desk.
What. The. Fuck?
If Emma thought she was going to get away from me that easily, she was in for the shock of her life.
Ford looked up from the report in his hand to inspect me. He looked like he always did, like an uptight prick. Which he was. If anyone needed to get laid, it was my brother. He looked like me, with lighter brown hair, milk chocolate instead of dark, green eyes instead of my brown, and our father’s scowl on his face. His eyes bored into me with the keen intelligence that had led our company since our father’s retirement two years ago. Ford was a merciless, brilliant asshole, and the Buchanan family counted on that fact every damn day. In fact, I often tried to emulate him. But right now, I was not in the mood to play games.
“Who?”
“Emma.”
“Oh.” Ford’s dismissive tone matched his expression and he returned his attention to the paperwork in front of him like I wasn’t standing in his office with my dick in my hand. “Gone.”
“What do you mean, gone?”
My brother didn’t bother to look up. “She’s at a meeting. Miller and Walsh. Two blocks down, shiny building on the right.”
“I know where their office is.” We’d been doing business with them for over a decade. Good god, was my brother purposely being an obtuse ass or was he blind? I sank down into the chair opposite Ford and put my feet up on his desk, just to piss him off. I slammed my heels, good and hard, on the polished wood to get his fucking attention. “Why is she there?”
Ford’s jaw clenched as he looked at my shoes on his sacred antique mahogany, but he put the fucking piece of paper down and looked at me. “She’s meeting her new financial team.”
“Why do you have a financial team at Miller and Walsh?”
Ford rolled his eyes and slowly smiled. Women tossed panties at him because of that smile. He didn't do it often, so that damn grin made me nervous. “I don’t.” Ford leaned over his desk, his arms crossed and resting on the paperwork spread out over his desk. “Why are you so interested in Miss Sanders’ whereabouts?”
“Because she’s mine,” I admitted it readily, especially since she'd been in my bed and I claimed her. The only thing left to finalize that was to forego the condom and fill her with my seed. Marking her with my scent.
Ford grunted. “Really?”
“Yes, really. She’s mine, Ford.” My brother opened his mouth, no doubt to lecture me, but I shoved my hand in front of him to cut him off. “Don’t fucking lecture me on company policy or any of that bullshit. She’s mine.”
Silence filled his office as we stared each other down. I wasn’t backing off. Not on this.
“Emma Sanders gave notice on Monday,” Ford said, his tone even, completely unlike mine. “She is, at this very moment, at a meeting with her new transition team at Miller and Walsh.”
“She quit?” She'd never mentioned it. But, she hadn't said all that much besides “more” and “please” and my name after I'd gotten her panties off. We hadn't had that much time for pillow talk with her walking out and all.
“She did,” Ford confirmed. “Her work here was only temporary. Being my secretary isn't a career job for her. She's too smart for that. She was only sticking around until she finished her master’s.”
Yeah, she was too fucking smart to be Ford's paper-pusher forever. Knowing she'd had a plan all along, that she had her head on straight, only made me admire her more.
Shit. I was a selfish prick because I wanted her just one floor down, not two blocks away. Two blocks. I could live with that, as long as she came home to me every night.
Ford leaned back in his chair, steepled his fingers. “What’s going on between you and Emma?”
“I’m going to marry her, that’s what’s going on.”
Ford laughed like a bachelor who didn't have his heart—and his dick—in knots for one particular woman. “Does she know that?”
“No.”
He laughed harder and I flipped him off as I stood and walked out of his office. “But she will.”
I got the hell out of there, completely uninterested in being around if Emma wasn’t. I’d already cleared my schedule with Tori yesterday after I’d heard Emma’s plans to get laid. My plan had been to take her home, seduce her and convince her to stay. She wasn’t supposed to run scared at the crack of dawn. No. She was supposed to be in my bed all damn day where I could tell her I wanted her, forever, pamper her with kisses, and fill her with my cock.
* * *
Emma
As soon as I walked through the door, I kicked off my heels, stripped out of my navy suit and swapped it for a pair of yoga pants and a faded university t-shirt. Using a washcloth, I wiped away my makeup, wiped away the long day. I'd done it. It was official. I was a Junior Finance Assessor.
I'd looked forward to the day I'd start my real job for months, the job that was the first rung on the corporate ladder. A job as a financial investigator. I wanted to find discrepancies and solve them. I liked numbers and figuring out problems and the job they offered me was just what I'd hoped for. And more. I could pay off my loans while doing exactly what made me happy. Landing the role at the prestigious Miller and Walsh only made the excitement that much better.
As I rinsed the cloth and laid it over the edge of the sink, my mind veered away from my new job to Carter. The night we shared. The aching between my thighs. I'd barely been able to shift in my chair at the orientation without being reminded of what we'd done. I may have walked out of his house, but he'd been with me all day.
I'd gotten exactly what I'd wanted. Glancing at myself in the mirror, I wondered if anyone could tell I was no longer a virgin. Pulling my hair back, I tied it up into a sloppy ponytail. I didn't look different. I definitely felt different. My pussy was sore, deep inside, but I didn't mind. If that was all I could take with me of Carter, then it was worth it. The ache in my body would fade. But the one in my heart wouldn't. Not for a good long while. It was good timing then, that we wouldn't be in the same building any longer. Seeing him every day, seeing him with other women, would slowly kill me.
So I put on my big girl panties and accepted last night for what it was. A one-night-stand. I now knew what it was like to be fucked. Considering stories I’d listened to my girlfriends tell, I was lucky in that Carter had been good. Not just good, he'd been incredible. But he'd also been sweet about it. There were so many things I loved about Carter, especially being held in his arms all night. I'd liked that… a lot.
That was why my heart hurt… a lot. For me, one night wasn't enough. I was the kind of girl who wanted more. The house, the kids, the dog, the minivan even. I wanted it all with Carter, but I was kidding myself. I rolled my eyes at myself in the mirror.
Carter Buchanan in a minivan tossing Cheerios to a cranky two-year-old? As if.
Switching off the light, I walked down the hall to open a bottle of wine. I deserved a glass… or a bottle. The doorbell had me veering to the front door. I peeked through the peephole and I swore my heart stopped beating.
“I know you're there, Emma,” he said through the door.
Why was he here? One-night-stands didn't just show up on your doorstep. That would defeat the purpose of the name.
Taking a deep breath, I flipped the deadbolt and opened the door.
God, he looked good. Today he wore a bespoke black suit with a crisp white shirt, pale blue tie. His outfit cost more than my run-down car. His gaze raked over me from my hot pink toenails on up.
“I like this look,” he commented.
Oh shit. Yoga pants, old t-shirt, no makeup, sloppy hair. It was the least romantic look on the planet. Instead of groaning, I said, “What are you doing here?”
“Taking you to dinner. Hopefully.”
“Dinner?”
“You finished your degree and got a new job. It's definitely worth celebrating.”
“Carter, I'm not dressed to go out.”
He stepped closer and I backed up, then realized I'd never invited him in.
When he stepped inside, he looked around. “Nice place. Suits you.”
I'd kept the walls white, but added bright spots of color with throw pillows and posters. There was only so much you could do to a rental, but now with my new job, I could start saving for an apartment of my own.
“Thanks. Carter, I—”
My words cut off when his dark eyes met mine. There was more in those dark eyes than a graduation dinner.
“Go to dinner with me. Not because of your job, but because you want to.” When I just stared at him, my mouth open, he continued. “I want you to.”
The way he said it had my resolve slipping.