by Sandi Lynn
A Beautiful Sight
Sandi Lynn
A Beautiful Sight
Copyright © 2016 Sandi Lynn Romance, LLC
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used factitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Photo & Cover Design by: Sara Eirew @ Sara Eirew Photography
Models: Tanner Chidester & Tiffany Marie
Editing by B.Z. Hercules
Books by Sandi Lynn
If you haven’t already done so, please check out my other books. They are filled with heartwarming love stories, some with millionaires, and some with just regular everyday people who find love when they least expect it.
Millionaires:
The Forever Series (Forever Black, Forever You, Forever Us, Being Julia, Collin, A Forever Christmas, A Forever Family)
Love, Lust & A Millionaire (Wyatt Brothers, Book 1)
Love, Lust & Liam (Wyatt Brothers, Book 2)
His Proposed Deal
Lie Next To Me (A Millionaire’s Love, Book 1)
When I Lie with You ( A Millionaire’s Love, Book 2)
A Love Called Simon
Then You Happened
The Seduction of Alex Parker
Something About Lorelei
One Night In London
The Exception
Corporate A$$
Second Chance Love:
Remembering You
She Writes Love
Love In Between (Love Series, Book 1)
The Upside of Love (Love Series, Book 2)
Sports:
Lightning
Table of Contents
Books by Sandi Lynn
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
About The Author
Chapter 1
Ethan
“What the fuck do you mean you can’t make it work?” I shouted as I walked around the long rectangular table.
“I’m sorry, Ethan, but we’ve tried everything,” Jarod spoke.
“Obviously you didn’t because I know damn well we can do this. Do you think I pay you well to sit there and tell me that it can’t be done? We are on the verge of a breakthrough here. A breakthrough that will make this company billions of dollars.”
“But, Ethan—”
“No buts!” I shouted as I pointed at Jarod. “Google hasn’t released their product yet. It’s still in beta testing and you know every other damn technology company out there is working on the same thing. I want ours to be the first and the best. It’s not rocket science. It’s technology. Every one of you,” I pointed to the group of men and women sitting around the table, “is an MIT graduate. This is what you do. It’s shit like this that keeps you up at night.”
“Ethan, we’ve tried several times,” Edward spoke.
“Try again and keep trying until you figure it out.” I scowled. “You have thirty more days.” I shook my head as I walked out and slammed the door.
Fuck. I didn’t need this shit today. Walking back to my office, I yelled for Holly, my assistant.
“Yes, Mr. Klein?” she nervously spoke.
Taking a seat behind my desk, I picked up the time-off request form she filled out.
“What’s this?” I asked as I held up the piece of paper.
“It’s my and my husband’s one-year wedding anniversary and we wanted to take a trip to Hawaii.”
“Didn’t you go to Hawaii for your honeymoon?” I glared at her.
“Yes. We wanted to go back.”
“Well, the dates you are requesting don’t work for me. I have a lot going on during that time and I’ll need you here. Go to dinner and have a night of wild sex. That’s all you need to celebrate.”
“But, sir, it’s our one year.”
“Congratulations. You made it a whole year. Big deal. When it’s your twenty-fifth, let me know and maybe I’ll give you the time off to celebrate. But until then, the answer is no. I need you here.”
She lowered her head because she didn’t want me to see the tears that formed in her eyes.
“Get out of here and get back to work.”
She turned and walked out of my office, carefully closing the door behind her. Shaking my head, I picked up my phone from my desk and noticed a text message from Samantha.
“Hey there, sexy. Want to come over tonight?”
“I can’t tonight. I promised Charles that I would go to some art gallery thing. How fast can you get to the Plaza Hotel? I have a lot of tension I need to release right now.”
“I can be there in fifteen minutes.”
“Good. You know which room. I’m leaving now. It would be wise if you didn’t wear any panties. I already owe you five pairs as it is.”
“I won’t wear any. I’ll see you soon.”
Walking out of my office, I stopped at Lucy’s, my secretary’s, desk.
“I’m leaving the office. I’ll be back in about an hour and a half.”
“Yes, sir. By the way, Holly looks pretty upset.”
“She’ll get over it.” I walked away.
Climbing into the limo, I shut the door, and Harry, my driver, glanced at me through the rearview mirror.
“The Plaza Hotel,” I spoke as I pulled out my phone.
“Who are you meeting this time?”
“Samantha.”
“I don’t care for her,” he spoke.
“And I don’t pay you to care for the women I see. Do I?”
“No you don’t. But I’m giving you my opinion anyway.” He smirked.
“Keep your opinions to yourself.”
“Shit, Ethan. You don’t even like half the girls you fuck.”
“I don’t have to like them, Harry. I just like what’s between their legs.”
He sighed and slowly shook his head. As we pulled up to the curb of the Plaza Hotel, the doorman opened the door for me and I climbed out.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Klein.”
“Hello, Don.”
“Enjoy your stay.”
“I intend to.” I smirked.
I headed up to my room on the 19th floor, scanned the keycard, and stepped inside. After taking off my suitcoat, I began to unbutton my shirt when I heard a knock at the door.
“You’re late.” I glared at Samantha.
“Traffic, Ethan. It’s New York. I don’t live right around the corner.”
She wore a short red dress with high red heels. I could tell she w
asn’t wearing a bra because her hard nipples poked through the fabric of her dress. I slid my shirt off my shoulders and unbuckled my belt as I walked towards her. Placing my hand between her thighs, I slowly slid it upwards until I reached her pussy and plunged a finger inside. She gasped. I reached around with my other hand and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the ground.
“Keep your shoes on.”
She placed her hand around the nape of my neck and moved her lips closer to mine. I pulled away.
“You know the rules, Samantha. No kissing. Get on all fours on the bed.”
She did as I asked while I removed the condom from my wallet. Taking down my pants, I rolled the condom over my hard cock, grabbed hold of her hips, and thrust into her fast and hard. Loud moans escaped her lips. I thrust in and out of her rapidly, while the wetness that emerged from her enveloped my cock. Unpinning her hair, I grabbed onto it.
“Do you like when I do this?” I pulled her hair.
“Yes. Oh yes.”
After pulling her hair a few more times, I let go and reached around to her breasts, pinching her nipples, which caused her moans to grow even louder.
“What do I like to hear?” I asked as I pounded into her.
“Harder, Ethan. Fuck me harder.”
After a few more thrusts, I pulled out of her and turned her on her back, pushing her legs up as far as they would go, allowing my cock to go deeper inside her. The buildup was coming and I welcomed it. I needed it. After a few more hard, deep thrusts, I halted and moaned as I came and all the tension that I felt was released.
Climbing off of her, I went into the bathroom and disposed of the condom.
“Are you okay?” I asked as I grabbed my shirt off the floor and put it on.
“Yeah. I’m great.” She smiled. “Why won’t you let me kiss you?” she asked as she lay on the bed.
“Because I don’t need to be kissed, Samantha. You know the rules. Don’t ask again.” I slipped on my pants.
“Do you have to leave already?” she pouted.
“You know how busy I am. I have to get back to the office.”
“You’re always busy, Ethan. Have you ever thought about slowing down and smelling the roses every once in a while?”
“Nah.” I smiled. “As long as there’s money to be made, there’s work to be done.”
“I hate you,” she spoke.
“No you don’t. If you did, you wouldn’t keep coming back for more.” I adjusted my tie as I looked in the mirror.
“The sex is great. That’s why I keep coming back for more. But as for you, you’re an emotionless bastard.”
“I know and that’s the way I like it. Enjoy the rest of your day, Samantha.” I winked as I walked out the door.
My life was all about my company and about control. My employees and colleagues referred to me as the “Iceman” because I had nothing but ice running through my veins. Emotions weren’t my thing, feelings were non-existent, and my own gain was top priority, no matter who I had to step on to get what I wanted. It was how I became so successful, building and running a billion-dollar technology company by the age of thirty. I was on top and that was all that mattered to me.
Chapter 2
Aubrey
After running a brush through my long blonde hair, I slipped into my brand new strapless, black and white floral print, A-line waist dress. Tonight was a special night because my best friend, Penelope, was having her very first exhibition at a well-known art gallery.
Penelope Carson and I had met in college when I accidentally bumped into her and knocked all of her books out of her hands. Sometimes, I could be really clumsy. She forgave me, we had coffee, and a friendship was formed.
As I was getting my shoes from the closet, I heard the front door open and my Aunt Charlotte’s voice filtered through the apartment.
“I was at the store and picked you up some fruit and some more K-cups,” she yelled.
“Thank you.” I smiled as I walked towards the kitchen.
“Ah. Penelope’s art exhibition is tonight, isn’t it?” She grabbed hold of my hands.
“Yes. Ian should be here soon.”
“You look beautiful, Aubrey. That dress is perfect.”
“Thanks. Penelope helped me pick it out.”
The front door opened and my other best friend, Ian, walked in.
“Wow. Who’s that sexy woman standing right before me?”
“Oh stop, Ian. You know I’m way too old for you,” Aunt Charlotte spoke.
“Damn, Charlotte. You’re always turning me down.”
“You two have fun and tell Penelope that I said congratulations.”
“We will.” I gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“Are you ready to go, Madame?” Ian asked.
“I’m very ready.” I hooked my arm in his and we walked out the door.
****
Ethan
The last place I wanted to go tonight was an art exhibition. But I promised my friend, Charles, that I would go with him since his girlfriend, Lexi, was out of town visiting her parents. He was an art fanatic and always looking for something new.
“Will you relax, Ethan?” Charles spoke as he placed his hand on my shoulder.
“I’m fine, Charles. I just had a bad day at the office. Everything that could go wrong did, and I lost a lot of money.”
“What did you lose? A million or two? That’s chump change, my friend.” He smirked.
“Money is money.” I sighed.
“By the way, Lexi wanted me to tell you that when she gets back, she’s introducing you to her friend, Greta. She wants us to double date.”
“Tell her no thanks. I’m not interested.”
“She’s smoking hot, man. Tall, toned, long dark brown hair, exotic eyes. She looks like she just stepped out of a Playboy magazine. I’d totally fuck her if I wasn’t with Lexi.”
“I have plenty of women I fuck. I don’t need to get involved with a friend of Lexi’s. That’s just asking for trouble.”
“Doesn’t matter. Lexi already thinks you’re a douchebag.” He smiled. “Ethan, it’s been—”
“Don’t, Charles. You know exactly where I stand. Now change the subject or I’m leaving.” I scowled.
“Fine. It’s your life. Be miserable.”
“I’m not miserable. I live my life the way I want and nobody is going to change that.”
He rolled his eyes at me and sighed. “Let’s go look at some art.”
I grabbed a glass of champagne from the waiter as he passed by holding up a tray and decided to take a look at what this new artist had to offer. Since I was here, I might as well make use of my time. I left Charles standing as he was looking and went over to the other side of the gallery where a few more paintings were displayed. As I was standing there looking at a specific painting, I heard Charles call my name from across the gallery. When I turned around, I accidentally bumped into a woman who was standing rather closely behind me.
“Oh, excuse me.” I lightly placed my hand on her arm and found myself unable to take my eyes off of her.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been standing so close,” her innocent voice spoke as she looked down.
“Please, don’t apologize. I shouldn’t have turned around so quickly.”
She was stunning; absolutely gorgeous and absolutely fuckable. She stood about five foot eight, had beautiful long blonde hair, emerald eyes, and from what I could see in that dress, the body of a goddess.
“Ethan!” Charles shouted again as he waved his hand in the air.
“Again, I’m sorry.” I walked away and headed over to where Charles was.
“What were you doing over there? Who was that woman?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I practically knocked her over when I turned around to see what the hell you wanted.”
“Oh. Sorry about that. Look at this painting. Isn’t it beautiful? Do you think Lexi would like it?”
“Sure. It’s nice. Why don’t you
take a picture of it and send it to her?”
“Nah. I thought about that, but I want it to be a surprise. You know, for when she comes back from Minnesota. A little ‘I missed you’ gift.”
“She’s only been gone a week.”
“I know. But for us, that’s a long time apart.” He arched his brow. “I think she’ll like it. I’m going to track down the artist and make her night.” He smiled.
Charles and I had been best friends since we were ten years old when his family moved into the townhouse next to mine. His parents owned a couple of dry cleaners, which did very well until his father developed a gambling problem and lost everything, including the family home. Charles didn’t let it affect him. He was in college at the time getting his financial degree and after he graduated with honors, he went to work as a financial analyst on Wall Street. His girlfriend, Lexi, was a nurse in the ER at Mount Sinai Hospital. They met the night I brought him in after some guy beat the shit out of him for hitting on his girlfriend. In Charles’ defense, she left out the fact that she was there with someone. That was over two years ago and he and Lexi have been together ever since. As for me, I loved women, and I used the term lightly. I loved their bodies and the pleasure they gave me. That was about it. I could care less about their feelings, jobs, life, or what they liked to do in their spare time. I was a user, and I used women for what I needed, for what I craved, and for what they could do for me. They were a tension reliever. Some people did meditation, yoga, listened to music, or took pills. Not me. I had sex. Hard, fast, and rough.
I stared across the gallery at the woman I almost knocked over. She was still standing in the same spot staring at that painting.
Chapter 3
Aubrey
I didn’t realize I was standing so close to him because I was too focused on his scent, which drew me in. A woodsy smell with a mixture of moss, amber, and a touch of spice. Clean, refreshing, intoxicating. A scent that somehow pulled me from my senses. Standing in the same spot, I held the wine glass in my hand, and as soon as I brought it to my lips, the same scent filtered through the air.
“Hello, again,” the familiar low voice from earlier spoke next to me.