by Ember Flint
His eyes are focused on the road and I study his gorgeous profile for a while, feeling a surge of love warming up every nook and corner of my soul.
It still happens sometimes that I am powerfully hit by the strength of my feelings for him and I almost can’t believe how lucky I was the day our paths crossed.
Some people will call that sheer luck and leave it at that, but I can’t, I know it’s much more than that —it has to be.
It was too fast, too sudden and too intense to be anything else but kismet.
For all of us, not just for me and Charles, that week in June was fated and brought us more happiness than we could have ever imagined and now five years have passed and we have been all blessed so many times, with love, children and a friendship that has seen us through thick and thin.
Ben is almost four years old now and is the perfect older brother to Alexis, who is two months shy of two and they’re both just adorable with Julie, our youngest that recently turned eight-months-old.
I have all the love I could wish for.
There’s nothing more I could ask for.
Aston and Lara and their little girl came back from an extended business trip to England just two days ago and yesterday Cora and Ster returned stateside as well along with their children so we had planned to do something fun and kid-friendly today, but Ster was still too jet-lagged —he really has no tolerance for oversea flights, especially after a lengthy stay in England that was mostly devolved to business and dealing with his less-than-pleasant relations. Cora was positively seething every time we spoke over the phone. Ster’s stepmother is a true witch, his father’s aunts are two overbearing, snotty snakes and on top of it all they had to attempt to solve one of his wayward brother latest messes.
They were so stressed, we send them off to a spa for the day to recover while we baby-sat for them and in the end decided it would be best to simply have a quiet evening all together at Lara’s and Aston’s.
Charles and I went out to get some last minute things and some weird-ass ice-cream for my sister; this second pregnancy is giving her all sorts of crazy cravings.
I smile thinking about yesterday at lunch when I walked on a green-faced Aston looking at her as she ate gherkins after dipping them in Nutella.
As we left, less than twenty minutes ago, my sister was having a bit of a lie-down; she is still a bit tired from the flight and also because she is carrying double the cargo I suppose.
We left the kids —we have seven amongst us— all with their beloved uncle Aston.
I smile as I think about it, he looks so serious and dour most of the times —unless he is looking at my sister or at his little daughter of course— you would think he would have trouble relating with small children, but he is actually great with them.
My sister calls him her cuddly huge bear, but of course not when he is within hearing distance.
I laugh a bit and Charles squeezes my hand.
“What, sweetheart?”
I shrug. “Nothing, I was only thinking about Aston minding all the little ones. He really is terrific with them.”
“He is you’re right.”
“Maybe we should go rescue him, though. They are terrible when they’re all together.”
Charles chuckles. “What? No, he loves it. He has always wanted a big family; this is his secret dream come true. Mine also…”
“What about Sterling?” I ask, laughing.
“His too, he just didn’t know until he was already in the middle of it, I guess.”
“Aww, you’re such a romantic, my love!” I tease and lean over to kiss him gently on the lips.
As it happens only too often with us when we are physically close, things get quickly out of hand and what started off as soft and playful ends with us battling tongues and kissing
so forcefully I feel it down to my pussy, my clit throbbing hard and anxious for my husband’s special brand of loving.
I feel his cock punch through his still zipped jeans as it grows even bigger and stiffer under my palm and I give it a gentle squeeze making Charles’s hips jolt up, a grunt leaving his lips and echoing in my mouth.
He covers my hand with his much larger one and pushes down making me press harder on his eager length then he pulls back, leaving me breathless.
“How much time do we have?” he asks, his voice gravelly and deepened by lust.
My chest raising and falling rapidly, I try to focus on the screen of my cell, instead of his magnificent erection fighting against the denim and I see that it’s still at least half an hour to dinner. We haven’t been gone that long.
“If we go all in now, love, we have more than enough,” I say bunching up my skirt and pushing my glasses back up the bridge of my nose.
His eyes immediately zero on my panty-covered pussy already sopping wet from his attentions; his hands busy with the zipper of his jeans.
He eases off the pedal, gradually lowering the speed of our car and bringing it to a halt.
I take a look around the see where we stopped.
We are already on Aston and Lara’s property, but still far enough that we can’t be spotted from the house so we are good to go.
I hear the snap of Charles’ seatbelt and I practically bolt mine open, incredibly happy that we just took his SUV today and not the sedan; the presence of our chauffeur would have put quite the damper on our sexy escapade.
I reach for Charles’ cock again, now free from its confines and standing proudly between us and as I curl my hand around its base I hear him hiss in pleasure, his hands diving in my shirt and furiously unclasping my bra to get to one of my nipples.
I moan when I feel the rough pad of his finger caress it and almost scream when he starts to pluck it and squeeze it, more wetness pooling between my shaking legs.
He lets go of me and starts to fight with the seat controls to pull it back and then I’m straddling his lap, skirt bunched up around my waist.
“Please come inside me, love,” I murmur, desperate to feel him and then I roll my hips, stroking his cock against my still covered aching, drenched pussy.
Charles grunts my name and I feel one of his hands grasp my hip and the other tugging my panties to the side and then he is sliding his firm long cock in to the hilt making my body explode on impact.
He doesn’t give me time to recover from the amazing sensation though and starts to thrust up and into me wildly, both hands splayed on my ass to keep me as close as possible to his driving hard cock.
“Oh, fuck, baby. You feel incredible! Your pussy is burning, I love it. I love you… I love you so much.”
“Oh, God, Charles, I love you, I love you… you feel perfect, perfect…”
I bury my face in the crook of his neck, wrapping both hands around his broad shoulders to keep myself steady astride him as he bucks against me, nearly dislodging me with the power behind his upward strokes.
Suddenly he brings my hips down hard and keeps me there, stopping his thrusts.
“Ride me baby…” he groans and I do as he asks with all that I am and all that I got, my hips bouncing and rocking against him and shoving his hardness as deep as it can go and then some.
When we go over, it’s simultaneous and fucking amazing, my orgasm almost knocking me out cold, my pussy clenching hard around him, reducing his breath to chops, long spurts of seed deliciously grazing my quivering walls and scorching a path inside of me that makes me go off again like a shooting star.
“Damn,” Charles grunts softly as we recover and I nod against his chest as we both breathe hard and ragged.
After a while we start to tidy up and fix our clothes.
Charles gives me one of his patented cheeky grins, one eyebrow up on his handsome face.
I smile at him. “What?” I ask.
He gives me a small kiss. “See, love? That was fucking awesome and we even got time to spare are we great or what?”
I laugh. “We are, babe…
we are.”
THE END
Devastatingly Desirable
By EMBER FLINT
Lara Mason has big dreams and a great passion for everything that inspires confidence and sex appeal, but she is shy and closed off, she has never been in love and has forgotten what it is like to be touched by a real man. When a sexy, British, giant gentleman crashes her boring evening plans, she can’t do much but hold on tight as a tidal wave of lust sweeps her under.
Aston Henley has money and power written all over his big body, he keeps everyone he meets at arm’s length and his imposing stature scares everybody off. His black-and-white life lacks passion and desire, he is always traveling for work and settling down is the furthest thing from his mind, but everything changes in an instant when he gazes for the first time into a pair of dark eyes that pierce him to the marrow.
There’s nothing he can’t do but dive head first into a whirlwind of all-encompassing, raunchy love.
This is more than a one-night-stand: there is an unstoppable, devastating pull between them and there’s nothing they can do to resist it. They don’t understand the power of the electrical current linking them and making them want to touch, taste, own and never let go of the other, but they can’t deny it’s there.
Dear Reader:
This is a standalone, smutty-adorable novella with no cheating and a guaranteed HEA that takes the concept of Love at first sight and just runs wild with it, so brace yourself and don’t say I didn’t warn you *wink-wink*
Aston is Big, British and an all-around Alpha Billionaire it doesn’t get any better than that and he is all yours, if you can bear to share him with Lara and watch him go all caveman on her.
We are talking about over-the-top, ridiculously steamy and fast insta-love that never misses a chance to be hot, dirty and so sugary-sweet you’ll need to see your dentist when you finish reading this.
Copyright
Copyright © 2018 Ember Flint
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Note from the Author: this is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental. Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters are represented as 18 or over. Also, in real life, remember: always safety first.
Cover design by: Pink Diamonds Waterfall
Edited by: New Wave Romance
To all of you insta-love aficionados out there, cynics can say what they want about it, but we know it can really happen.
Excerpt of Devastatingly Desirable
Chapter 1
ASTON
“Come on, man! You can’t leave me alone in my hour of need!”
I drag my eyes away from the screen of my laptop and I stop typing. I look up at my best friend and sure enough I meet his clear blue eyes trying to wear —without much success— the puppy dog expression that seems to work on everyone but me.
He knows it, I know it; yet here he is, trying to pull it off.
I sigh. “For Heaven’s sake, Charles, it’s only a bloody stupid lingerie shop. You make it sound like it’s a blasted war zone or something!”
“Well, for me it is! Say you will come with me! It will be too embarrassing to even speak in there, if I’m alone. Please, Ast.”
I roll my eyes at him. It has to be a joke. “And how it is that the thought of two grown, straight men going in a lingerie store to shop for knickers together is less awkward in your eyes?”
Charles stands up and starts to pace in front of me. “We will not be shopping together and you won’t even need to advise me or anything if you don’t want to…”
I shake my head, my lips twitching slightly. “Then why on Earth do you want me to go with you if you don’t even need me to speak, Chuck?”
My friend gives me one of his patented cheeky smiles. “Well, for moral support of course.”
I laugh. “Of course. For moral support. I see,” I pinch the bridge of my nose.
Maybe I should just go. He has been trying to convince me for over an hour now to go with him and buy a present for his snotty girlfriend and I’m too tired and too jet-lagged to keep arguing about it.
I’ve been in New York for less than two hours after a red-eye straight from Heathrow, I shouldn’t be dealing with this kind of inanity.
I should be getting some sleep and then start planning for our meetings on Monday —including the one with our friend, Sterling, who is currently probably in a coma in his hotel suite; jet lag hits him pretty hard every time he travels long-distance— and instead it looks like I’m about to go lingerie shopping for a bitchy girlfriend that is not even my own and on a late Friday afternoon no less.
The lack of sleep must be really starting to warp my judgment if I’m actually considering this; but I knew already I would cave eventually if he insisted: he has been my friend for twenty of my thirty-two years: there’s nothing I won’t do for him and I know he feels the same towards me.
We are more like brothers than friends, it has always been like this.
Charles shrugs back into his leather jacket. “Come on, I’m sure it won’t be so bad after all!”
I close my notebook and stand up reaching for my black woolen overcoat. “Really? Isn’t your own expectation of it being just about as dreadful as tea with your great-aunt Margaret, the whole point of my coming with you for moral support?”
My friend slaps me on the back with a half grin. “Do you always have to be so… coherent about things?”
I smile a bit. “I’m afraid so.”
He just laughs. “Let’s go…”
We make our way outside of my penthouse and go straight for my private elevator.
I take my mobile out of my pocket and call for my driver. “I don’t feel like taking on the traffic myself as tired as I am…”
Charles suddenly looks concerned. “How thoughtless of me! I’m sorry, Aston, I’m being a total ass. It’s just that Lulu is driving me fucking crazy! She makes me forget myself.”
I feel my eyebrows rising without my giving them the go-ahead. “Chuck, if she is so…” I cast about for a word, trying to come up with something accurate yet not offensive to describe Louise. Lunatic Cow comes to mind, but I hardly think my friend will approve of that particular definition.
I clear my throat. “She’s so… demanding and, forgive me for pointing this out, she seems a little—”
“Crass? Manipulative? Annoying? Frigid? A pain in the ass? Thank you, I’m well aware of that.”
Well, apparently he knows already how to best define her without my help.
I take a long look at him. “To be honest, old chap, I could have not said it any better, or… worse, to be more to the point, but then why the hell are you dragging me lingerie shopping for her, instead of breaking-up with her?”
Charles frowns a bit and looks down.
I knew he was unhappy in the barely three-month-old relationship, but I hadn’t thought it was as bad as that.
“Well, you know me. I always try to give people a chance. Sometimes even two…”
I smirk. “And how many have you given to crass-manipulative-annoying-frigid-pain-in-the-arse-Lulu to discover such a list of oh-so wonderful qualities about her, Charlie?”
“I’d rather not give you a number, Aston…”
The doors of the elevator open with a ding and we step in the well-lit,
elegant marble hall of my building, the concierge straightens up and stands alert before me. “Good afternoon, Mr. Henley. Mr. Spade— your driver is outside.”
I nod curtly with a tight-lipped smile and thank him, trying to put the man at ease. I have known him for the past five years, since I bought my flat to have a place to crash when managing in person the local headquarters of Henley and Spade, our venture capital firm, and still I have not been able to make him chill out —as Charles would say— in my presence, but I’m used to it: people rarely are at ease in the presence of money and power and I have both. The fact that I’m six feet seven tall is usually not a help either.
As we both slide in the back seat of the sleek, black Lexus, I ask again.
“I don’t mean to be an arsehole, Charles, but why are you not breaking-up with her instead of buying her expensive gifts that, considering the fact that frigid is part of your description of her, you are not going to enjoy?”
Charles gives a scornful laugh. “Man, when is that you started making jokes?”
I smile. “It’s the jet lag, my friend, I will go back to my usual grim self in no time, but Chuck, really: why?”
He shrugs his shoulders and tilt his head a little. “I’ve made my mind: I am ending things with her, but tomorrow it’s her birthday…”
I nod. “I see”
“I refuse to be the bastard who leaves his girlfriend on the eve of her birthday, no matter the fact that she is a bitch. Plus, if I did such a thing, Cora would never let me live it down.”
I laugh. “What are you talking about? Your sister hates her guts. She calls her Cruella!”
Charles shrugs. “Well yes, but she would still berate me on principle.”
I completely understand where he’s going with this and he is absolutely right about his baby sister: even though Cora loathes Louise, Chuck would never hear the end of it if he behaved in such an ungentlemanly way…