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No Promises: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

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by Michelle Love


  I had to close my eyes, just for a second. I had never been so swept away—not by anything or anybody. Nothing got to me like David did, and I let myself fall into him, knowing somehow he would be there to catch me.

  He had won me over and he didn’t even seem to be trying. My heart was pounding for him, and in that endless moment, swaying together in his arms, I felt I would do anything he wanted as long as he didn’t stop holding me.

  The whole night was amazing. It was nothing short of magic. I had read the books and I had watched the movies, but I had never seen what the big deal about romance was.

  I knew now, because of him. And I let myself get lost in the magic.

  The night seemed to fly by, and before I knew it, we were back at my house. At my new house—the one I had been left by Theodore.

  For the first time, it felt like it really was my home.

  When he pulled me close to him, enfolded me in his strong arms, and kissed me, I felt like I was home. It didn’t make any sense, but maybe that was the very reason I trusted it so much.

  I didn’t try to pull back. I let him have my mouth. I opened up to him and it was nothing short of glorious.

  “May I come in?” he asked, and he was polite, but definitely interested.

  I hesitated. I knew it was a bad idea. After the fantastic night we had just had, I was far too tempted to say yes, and yet I had never been the sort of girl who would tempt fate.

  Inviting him into my house would be doing quite a bit of fate tempting. “I don’t …”

  “Please,” he whispered, and he was so close to me that his lips brushed over mine as he spoke in a way that sent delightful little shivers through my entire body. “Kaye, I need you. I promise I won’t hurt you or do anything you don’t want.”

  Other men had said things to me, similar things, and I had never been tempted to believe them. I fought with myself, but it was a losing battle, and I really knew it before I even started to try.

  I opened the door slightly, and then he was on me, kissing me, his hands finally sweeping down to cup my ass and pull me against him. I should have been scared, but he’d started a fire in the very core of my being—a fire that burned hotter as he fed it with his kisses and his touches.

  Pinned against the wall, he ground his hard cock against me. I was completely helpless to stop him—not that I wanted to. His mouth was hot on my neck as he bit it gently, then sucked the spot. I was shaking with an unknown need. No wonder some of my friends said things like, ‘I was helpless. I had to give in to him.’ I understood them all a lot better now as David’s hand moved to massage my breast and I did nothing to stop him.

  My pussy was aching for more as he pressed his cock against it, only the fabric of our clothing between us. Could I handle staying true to myself and keep my virginity in tact?

  The way my insides were quaking, I knew I was in deep shit with the man. He was taking those walls around my heart down as if he had a sledgehammer to finish the job.

  “Let me taste you,” he murmured, and even in his eagerness, I knew that he would back off if I told him to. There was so much confidence in his voice, though, like he knew I wouldn’t shut him down.

  And he was right.

  My heart pounded as I let it do the talking, leaving my brain out of it. “Do it, David,” I whispered, feeling far more reckless than I ever allowed myself to be. But I couldn’t resist. I’d tried, but it was pointless.

  I needed him. He wanted to taste me? Well, I wanted to let him. I was completely caught up in him, like I was in the ocean and he was the undertow pulling me helplessly under waves of arousal.

  Effortlessly, he caught me up in his arms and carried me to my bedroom. I ran my arms around his neck and kissed the side of it as he carried me away to do a thing I’d never thought about letting anyone do before. He set me gently down on my back, then his hands snagged the hem of my skirt and pulled it up.

  I should have been terrified, and maybe part of me was. Mostly, though, I was fixated on the vulnerability of having myself bared to him—to anyone—for the very first time.

  He slid my panties out of the way and ran his fingers over my slickened, slippery folds. No one had ever touched me there. Not even my own fingers had slid up my slit to find my aching clit, and right then and there, I was lost.

  “I need to taste you, my sweet girl,” David murmured, and his voice was nothing less than pure, unadulterated sex. I was already wet for him, but with the magic his voice and his fingers wrought on me, I was soon gushing.

  And all of this was before he leaned down and brushed his full, gorgeous lips over my engorged, desperate nub, teasing it until I felt like I would burst.

  I’d never known it could be like this to be touched. I had no idea before then what pleasure my body could give me. The forces gathering within me were so intense, I found myself gasping and rocking up toward him, and there was something wrong with my breathing. I couldn’t quite keep air in my lungs and I was soon panting.

  It didn’t matter. Nothing did, except for how good he was making me feel. He settled between my legs, spreading them wide, and I should have felt helpless and scared.

  I felt anything but. There was a sense of power to this—in seeing this gorgeous man between my legs and in watching as his tongue bathed my clit lovingly. Without my conscious direction, my hips tilted up, rocking toward the sensation I knew would have me rocketing toward something I had never felt before.

  So this is an orgasm.

  I wasn’t even there yet, and I knew it was going to leave me helpless and shaking. My fingers slid into his dark hair as what felt like molten lava rushed through me. “David!”

  The explosion that rocked through my body was every bit as intense as I had thought it would be. No, it was more. I wasn’t even sure I could hold on to my sanity as I rocketed up into the clouds, utterly gripped by the glorious explosions that took me over entirely.

  I had waited so long for this and it had been worth the wait. Even as I thought the words, though, I knew it wouldn’t have been even close to as good had it been with anyone other than David.

  David

  The way Kaye moaned, writhed, cried my name, and trembled for me was almost as good—almost as intense—as if I had been the one having the orgasm.

  I’d never had it be like this before.

  Sex was always something fun, of course, but it had never felt so important before. Perhaps it was the importance she placed on it that made the difference, but it was different. I was utterly enthralled by how she moved under me and by the taste of her sweet fluids on my lips.

  There was this sense of pride, too. I had given her the pleasure she’d clearly felt. I was the very first one.

  I would be the only one.

  The thought hit me over the head out of nowhere and I reined it in quickly. It was ridiculous. The whole point of this was that I wasn’t going to be the only one. Brent was going to have her too.

  As I looked down at her, all flushed with her hair sexily disheveled, I made myself a silent vow. If I couldn’t be her only lover, and I already knew I couldn’t, then I would just have to be her best one.

  “David,” she whispered, her voice slightly hoarser than usual and a little bit deeper. I felt my heart tighten up and fill with unfamiliar emotions, just from the way she spoke one simple word—my name.

  Lying on the bed on her back, with her red dress hiked up to her waist, too exhausted from my attentions to even make herself decent again, she was nothing short of the most beautiful woman in the world.

  There wasn’t a single thing about her I didn’t find gorgeous. Her body, of course, was a given. Any man would be enthralled by those sweet curves—her breasts, which seemed to beg for my touch and the round firmness of her hips and ass.

  The red dress she had chosen had shown off her voluptuous body to perfection, no doubt about it. If her beautiful form had been all she’d had to offer, maybe I would have had an easier time dismissing her.


  It wasn’t just her body, though. Everything about her appealed to me. I had been so sure she was some femme fatale who had seduced my grandfather and stolen my inheritance, but I was having a hard time holding on to that conception of her.

  She was smart. I had picked that up easily enough. She was also somewhat naive, and the combination of brains, beauty, and innocence added up into the most fascinating human being I had ever spent time with.

  “Kaye,” I whispered, and it was no problem—none at all—for me to act like I was deeply enthralled by her. It was supposed to be something I was only pretending to feel. Just a show. It was getting harder, though, to keep that in mind. “You’re so beautiful.”

  She was. In every way. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop and for her to show how she really was. But she kept on being the sweet, beautiful, sexy person who she always seemed to be.

  Kaye smiled at me, and my heart did funny things in my chest. Why was she, of all women, the one I didn’t seem to be able to resist? She was the one that I, above all, needed to be able to control myself around.

  “Thank you,” Kaye murmured, and I was pleased to hear the sound of her voice, just a little bit deeper than normal. It was full of a sort of dazed afterglow from the pleasure I had given her.

  “No, thank you,” I replied, and I meant it.

  This was all becoming a little bit too real, and I wasn’t sure I knew how to stop it.

  I wanted her. My cock was aching, throbbing desperately between my legs, and demanding things I couldn’t allow myself to take. I needed to be buried deep inside her sweet, tight warmth. I needed to take her for the first time and make her mine, but I absolutely could not do it.

  I’d promised. She’d trusted me to keep the promise I had made. She was worth patience.

  So, even though I did ease on top of her, I kept my clothes on. I didn’t give in to my body’s urgent demand to take her. I would make her mine—I knew it without the slightest hint of doubt in my mind—but I could wait.

  I did kiss her, though, and I let her feel how hard I was as I pressed against her hip. I wanted her to know what she was doing to me, and by the widening of her eyes and the way her breathing got heavier, she noticed and she liked it.

  Whether she knew it or not, she was responding to me. I could swear I felt her hips rising and falling, just the tiniest bit, as she rubbed right back against me. She’d never felt a man before, had she? I had doubted it at least a little, but not any longer.

  As I slid on top of her, she let her hands roam down over my back. I allowed it. If she wanted to explore, I was more than happy to let her do what she wanted. Her hands settled on the curve of my ass and she pulled me closer to her.

  I didn’t push. I knew she wasn’t ready, and while I could probably make her ready pretty quickly, I didn’t want to deal with any repercussions if I did. I had to give her absolutely no reason to mistrust me.

  Besides, when I did take her, I wanted her to be absolutely desperate for me. I wanted her to writhe and moan and arch under me as I slid inside her tight body. So I kept myself under control. I rocked slowly against her and let her rub up against me as we kissed, but I didn’t touch her, didn’t stroke her lovely breasts, or slip my fingers between her legs.

  “Please,” Kaye finally whispered, her body trembling as she pressed against me. “Please, David, touch me.”

  The way she spoke, she was almost begging. It sent arrows of hot desire through my whole body, making my stomach clench with the force of it. I hadn’t expected her to pretty much plead with me, and all on her own.

  It was quite possibly the hottest thing I had ever heard. No, scratch that. It definitely was.

  “Kaye, my pretty girl,” I whispered, and it was hard for me not to mean the words as they spilled from my lips.

  My pretty girl.

  Mine.

  Only she wasn’t, and I needed to remember it.

  Still, there was no chance in hell of me turning her down. Without hesitation, I pushed her legs apart and slid my fingers between them, stroking over her slick, swollen lips and teasing her clit.

  I had never had a woman be this responsive before. The noises she made drove me wild and I eased a finger inside of her and felt the desperate movements of her hips as she pushed up onto me.

  “David, David, David.” She moaned my name over and over again, and each time she did it made the heat inside me grow and burn hotter—made me need her so much more.

  Each movement I made was very careful, though. I didn’t want to hurt her, and she’d never had anything inside of her before. If there had been any doubt remaining, it would have been completely banished.

  To be as tight as she was, she pretty much had to be a virgin.

  With my thumb, I found her clit, and I fucked her gently with just the one finger as I rubbed her.

  Her brilliant eyes were almost wild as she moved under me. I could tell the tension was gathering in her body again and I kissed her to encourage her to let loose.

  I wanted her utterly addicted to the orgasms I could give her. It wasn’t a logical thing. But when she came apart in my arms, when she gasped and moaned and clung to me as pleasure wracked her body, I felt a great sense of satisfaction that had nothing to do with the plan.

  “Oh, David,” she moaned as she dug her nails into my arms, holding tightly to me as her body erupted once more under my touch. Her walls contracted on my finger, and she got ever wetter than she had been as cum gushed out of her. She’d had enough for one night.

  I smiled at her and kissed her gently, just one more time. Better to leave her wanting more, I figured. But that meant ignoring my own throbbing cock, which was fighting with my brain to let it have some much-needed relief—relief I would not be giving it. The last thing I wanted to do was scare her off.

  “I’ll see you soon,” I murmured, leaving a kiss just behind her ear. And then I left her lying on the bed, deliciously rumpled. I couldn’t help but look back a few times, just to drink in the sight of her.

  “I’ll be waiting.” She looked satisfied, I couldn’t help but notice. She kissed her fingers, then waved goodbye.

  If I kept this up, it would be absolutely no problem at all to get whatever I wanted from her. I would allow her to lose herself in a daze of eroticism, let her romantic self take over, and then she would let herself get swept up. Before I knew it, I would be inside of her, and then she would be mine.

  A woman like her, I knew, would give herself completely to the first person she slept with. Once we were married, I would shut her out, and then she’d give herself the same way to Brent.

  It was all going to plan. It couldn’t have been more perfect. Brent and I would have what we wanted within the year. I was absolutely sure of it.

  If only I could keep myself from falling for her.

  When I’d planned this out, I hadn’t expected this. I hadn’t thought I could end up actually liking this young woman.

  She was getting to me with her sweetness and her beauty and her kind heart—with the noises she made as she came and with the way she looked at me like she thought I could do no wrong.

  A guy could get used to it, but not, I was determined, this guy. I wasn’t the type to be taken in by a woman—any woman.

  As long as I was careful, this was still going to work out fine. She believed me. She believed I was nothing more than a guy who wanted to date her and try to build something with her.

  This was going to end up being like taking candy from a baby, wasn’t it? I smiled grimly to myself as I left her, shutting her bedroom door carefully behind me.

  It was just going to involve a little bit more willpower than I had originally thought. No big deal. I would just hold onto my anger about being cut out of my grandfather’s will.

  As long as I could keep the burning anger fresh and vivid in my mind, I was sure I could keep myself from doing anything really stupid. It wasn’t in my nature to fall in love. Sure, Kaye had surprised me with her cheerful nature,
but I wasn’t going to let myself lose everything now.

  Newly determined, I left her house, jumped in my car, and very decidedly did not look back.

  The woman was creeping into my heart—a place she did not belong.

  Chapter 8

  Kaye

  I was pretty sure my bones had actually dissolved entirely. Either that, or my muscles had turned completely to jelly. Either way, I was in no shape to move. For a long time I just lay on my back, grinning like an idiot.

  I’d finally had an orgasm!

  Not one, but two. And all because David affected me like no other man ever had.

  In all honesty, I didn’t want to move. Not right away. I could still feel his lips against mine, as though they had imprinted there. I could still feel the warmth of his hands on me and his lips as they licked at my most sensitive area.

  Of course, I was sad he had left me. I would have loved to have had him stay for the night, holding me, kissing me, and maybe touching me intimately again.

  Maybe that was the biggest reason it was good he had left. If he had stayed, would I have been able to resist him?

  No. I knew it on a deep, almost instinctive level. If David had stayed, I would have given myself to him, and I had saved myself for too long to give myself to someone I barely knew.

  It was too soon. Far too soon.

  Or was it?

  I had never had hang ups about waiting for marriage. All I had ever wanted was for it to mean something—really and truly—when I finally did it. Maybe this thing with David was new, but it definitely meant something to me.

  I just didn’t know what exactly. I wanted him. When he’d had his mouth on me and when he’d slid his finger inside of me, I had almost gone insane with the desire to have him slip all the way inside of me.

  Was he the one I had been waiting for? I had always assumed I would know, and something inside of me was telling me he was it. I had been saving myself for him.

  On the other hand, I had seen enough of how people—men and women both—could act like idiots when they were sexually aroused. I had never been as impulsive as some girls were, but for some reason I wanted to throw caution to the wind and give in to what we both ached for.

 

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