by Jessica Wood
“Well, what I meant to say was, we haven’t exactly talked about titles yet. We’ve been having way too much fun.” I slid my hand around Veronica’s waist and pulled her closer to me. She gladly stepped into the role of being my title-less girlfriend as she leaned into my chest and smiled at Blair. And to add insult to injury, I added, “In fact, this was the blonde I was telling you about in one of my emails to you a few weeks ago.”
I immediately saw Blair’s calm expression falter for a brief moment.
Apparently Veronica did, too, and seized this opportunity. She looked up at me with a giggle. “You know what?”
I wasn’t sure what she was doing but decided to play along. “What, sweetie?”
“You’re so right, Dean. Blondes have way more fun.”
I snickered as Veronica ran her fingers down my exposed chest as she shot Blair a taunting smile. I loved it when women made each other jealous because of me.
This will teach Blair. She shouldn’t have rejected my advances before.
But to my surprise, Blair’s calm expression returned. She gave a snort and took a challenging step toward us.
“Blondes may have more fun, but I heard brunettes make for better lovers.”
The blonde glared at her and huffed. “Says who?”
Blair’s alluringly supple lips curled into a teasing smirk. “All my lovers.”
Her retort blindsided me. She was a firecracker and as much as I wanted to deny it, I wanted her more than ever.
“Hey, Veronica. Do you mind grabbing some more champagne for us? I need to talk to Ms. Parker about a work matter.”
Veronica saw through my lie and glared at me. “Fine. I’ll leave you two alone. Don’t mind me, there are plenty of hot, rich men here for me to choose from.”
We watched her storm off.
“Well, looks like you made your girlfriend upset, Mr. Chase,” Blair taunted me.
I wasn’t sure what it was—whether it was her use of the word “girlfriend” or whether it was her calling Veronica my girlfriend, but at that moment, I snapped. I couldn’t take it anymore, and grabbed her arm. “Come with me!”
“What are you doing?” she hissed but made no effort to resist. Instead she followed me as I lead us out of the ballroom and into a secluded hallway in the hotel. “Why are we here?” she demanded.
I backed her up against the wall. “Because I need you!” I growled in a deep, ragged voice.
“We can’t…” she insisted.
“Why the hell not?” I shot back. I felt her hot breath against my face, her chest heaved in anticipation of our close proximity.
“Because I’m not interested,” she whispered flatly and turned to avoid my eyes.
“You’re a fucking liar! Do you honestly want to me to believe that you’re not interested in me when all those emails and all our interactions suggest otherwise?”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” she spat.
“I’m not. I’m just telling it like I see it. You let me seduce you at the grocery store and at the coffee shop when you knew all along who I was. You let me get you so wet with my hands in that conference room without any protest. And I’m sure you’d let me fuck you hard on that conference room table if I hadn’t left you there panting for more.”
When I looked into her deep emerald eyes, they were wild and crazed, and I knew she was turned on.
“I need you to tell me the truth for a change, Blair.” I pinned her against the wall with my body. “Just hypothetically, if you weren’t my client, and I wasn’t your lawyer, would you fuck me?”
“Please, Dean. I…” Her breaths were short as her chest heaved up and down.
“Answer me, goddamnit! If we had no professional relationship with each other, and you saw me with that blonde tonight, would you let me take her up to the hotel room I booked and fuck her? Or would you want me to fuck you instead?”
She gasped at my boldness, but I knew I was turning her on more and more by the second. Her body writhed against mine as she felt my erection push hard against her stomach.
“Answer me!”
“You really want to know?” she challenged.
“Yes, lay it on me.”
To my surprise, she pulled me closer to her body as she arched forward, causing me to groan in pleasure as her body rubbed against my throbbing cock. “Okay,” she leaned up to my ear and whispered. “Just hypothetically, that blonde can probably fuck you good.” She teased my earlobe with her tongue and I could feel her hot breath against my ear. “But I can fuck you better.”
My cock went hard at her words. A wicked smile spread across her lips as she pushed me away and turned to walk away.
I quickly recovered from my shock and pulled her back up against the wall. “No!”
Before she could push me away again, I pressed my mouth onto hers and tasted her sweet lips for the first time. A whimper escaped her as I began to nibble and lick her bottom lip.
She ran her nails across my back. “We can’t do this,” she begged as my finger traced the contours of her exposed collarbone. She tightened her grip on me and arched her back, her breasts heaving as she pulled me closer to her.
“You’re telling me no, but your actions are all telling me yes.”
I secured her wrists above her head in a vise-like grip, causing her to gasp in surprise. I grabbed her waist and pulled her toward me, pressing the full length of my body up against her so she could feel how much I’d been ready for her. She gasped in surprise as I moved my rock-hard erection between her inner thighs. My hand moved down her body and in between her legs.
“Stop,” she whispered. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
I knew she was conflicted, as much as I was conflicted. I knew I could lose my job if I fucked her. But at this moment, I didn’t care. I wanted her, and I would give up everything to have her. She was a thirst I had to quench.
I pushed aside her panties, exposing the heat of her pussy on my hand. “Do you really want me to stop?” I taunted her as I inserted two fingers an inch inside her.
She let out a cry of pleasure as she involuntarily arched herself against me, pushing my fingers deeper inside her.
I smiled. “I didn’t think so.” I leaned down and whispered in her ear. “I’m going to keep torturing you like this, and every time you’re about to come, I’ll stop. I won’t let you come until I hear one thing.”
Instead of asking me to stop, her eyes were wild and desperate and I knew she wanted this just as much as I did. “What one thing?” she finally gasped.
“I want to hear you say you want me to fuck you tonight.”
“Please, we can’t…” she whimpered. “This is so unethical. I’m your client.”
But her body failed her again as her pussy clenched onto my fingers for dear life, begging for more.
I leaned down against her ear and whispered in a deep, hoarse voice, “Fuck ethics. We can. And we will.” My cock throbbed painfully as it hungered to be deep inside her wet, silky warmth, and I knew I couldn’t control myself any longer.
“Fuck, baby. I need you now.” I pulled down my pants and guided Blair’s hand to my cock. She gasped when she felt how hard I’d grown for her. “Now tell me what I want to hear,” I demanded as my fingers plunged deeper inside her pussy.
She cried out and nodded frantically. “Fuck me, Dean! I need you to fuck me!”
Without waiting a second longer, I took out a condom and slipped it on me. I lifted her up against the wall, spread her legs, and plunged my entire eight inches inside of her.
She screamed out in pleasure as her pussy tightened around me, causing me to throw my head back uncontrollably as bolts of excruciating pleasure rushed through me.
“Oh God, Dean!” she cried as I slid in and out of her, deeper with each thrust. After several minutes, I felt her pussy clench and quiver around me as she lost complete control and reached the apex of her orgasm. I continued to pound deep inside of her as waves of pleasure ignited every inc
h of my body, and with seconds, I reached my own release.
***
After our fun in the hallway, Blair and I moved into the hotel room and fucked another two times before passing out in each other’s arms.
I woke up the next morning with her passed out in my arms. To my surprise, I wasn’t annoyed, and I had no desire to push her off of me. Instead, the warmth of her soft body was nice and inviting. As I pulled her naked body closer to mine, I smiled. I fucking smiled.
I kissed her gently on the forehead, and for the first time in as long as I cared to remember, I wondered how life would be like with another person in it. I wondered what it’d be like to have her in my life.
Just then, I remembered something Damian had said a few weeks ago. “Bro, one of these days, when you least expect it, you’re going to fall for someone hard, and the next thing you know you’ll be making her breakfast in bed.”
As much as that comment had once scared me, at this very moment, it didn’t. Instead, I had a strong urge to make Blair breakfast in bed. Was Damian onto something? Then I realized that I’d been so alone in life that I didn’t even know the feeling of liking someone anymore. Were all these days of frustration and anxiety because I actually had feelings for this girl? Was it more than sex?
I slowly lifted Blair off my chest and got out of bed. Just as I was about to order room service for us, I received an email from Trent Parker, flagged “Urgent.”
From: Trent Parker
To: Dean Chase, Esq.
Subject: Call Requested
Flagged: URGENT
Mr. Chase,
There’s a highly confidential and time-sensitive matter that I’d like to discuss with you over the phone. Please call me ASAP. 415-555-8129.
Trent
Trent Parker
Acting CEO
San Francisco, CA
I went to the bathroom to avoid waking Blair up and called Trent.
“This is Trent.” He picked up on the first ring.
“Hi, Mr. Parker. This is Dean Chase. I just saw your email.”
“Dean, I’m going to get straight to the point, okay?”
“Uh, sure. What is it?”
“I know, Dean.”
I heart stopped cold at his words.
“You don’t need to hide anything from me.”
“I—I’m not—” I stammered out.
“I know how you feel about my sister.”
How did he know? “You do?”
“Yes. I know you hate her.”
His words took me by surprise. “Hate her?”
“Yes, I’ve read some of your email exchanges with her. I know she was condescending to you. From your emails, it’s clear that you don’t like her.”
“No, that’s not the case. Really, Mr. Parker.”
“No need to be formal with, Dean. I asked you to call me because I need your help with something.”
“What is it?”
“Well, I’m not sure why, but I could tell Blair trusts you. And that is great. But at the end of day, I’m the CEO, and I have the power to give you everything you want at your firm.”
“What are you saying, Mr. Parker?”
“Call me, Trent, please.”
I remained silent for a few seconds, unsure of what exactly he wanted. “What are you trying to get at, Trent?”
“Dean, the less you know, the better. But trust me when I say, Blair is not fit to help me run Parker, Inc. I want to bring down my sister, and I think you’re just the man to help me with this job.”
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Finding My Prince Charming
J.S. COOPER
Prologue
There are the three things you should know about me:
1. I don’t believe in love.
2. Every night, I dream about finding my Prince Charming.
3. I’m a walking contradiction.
Chapter One
I was flipping through my museum guide when I walked into him. It felt like I had walked into a brick wall, and I reached out and grabbed his arms to steady myself. “Sorry,” I muttered and looked up as I apologized.
My legs froze and my stomach did flip-flops as I stared at him. With his dark black hair, sparkling emerald-green eyes, and tall, muscular build, he looked like sex on legs.
“Sorry,” I muttered again and attempted a smile.
He looked back at me with an imperious expression. His eyes connected with mine for one glorious second before he looked at my hands still on his arms.
“Oh, sorry.” I stepped back and removed my hands from his body. My face was a deep shade of red and my fingers felt hot like fire.
“Watch where you’re going,” he said finally, and I stared at his lips in a daze. “Are you okay?” His voice was coarser and deeper this time, and I looked up at him and nodded.
“I’m fine. Sorry,” I mumbled again and blushed. Stop saying sorry, Lola!
“Good.” He nodded and then smiled. He looked even hotter when he smiled. I felt a secret thrill run through me as he looked me over slowly and sensuously. “Have a good night.”
“You too.” I swallowed and fumbled with my guide.
His eyes caught mine again and he nodded before walking away. I stood there for a few moments, wishing I had said something else.
“Lola!” Anna ran up to me and grabbed my arm. “I just talked to the hottest guy I will ever see in my life.”
“Oh?” I answered her, but I couldn’t stop myself from looking around the crowded room to see if I could see the hot guy again.
“His name is Max and he’s absolutely gorgeous,” she continued. “I think we’re going to go back to his place and—”
“Wait, what?” I frowned at her and sighed. “You’re not going back to a strange guy’s apartment. You’re drunk, Anna.”
“What’s better than drunk hook-ups?” She grinned up at me and winked.
“No.” I shook my head. “No way, no how. Not going to happen.”
“You can come too. Please? I just want to kiss him.” She puckered her lips. “We’re in London. We’re here to have fun.”
“Anna, I don’t think—” I started, but she cut me off.
“I came to this boring show with you. Why can’t we just go and hang out with Max?”
“Fine.” I rolled my eyes at her and then froze. My body had suddenly tensed up, and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck standing to attention.
A warm feeling rushed through me, and I turned around. The guy I had bumped into was standing there staring at me. I looked into his eyes and he looked over my body slowly and seductively. There was a small smile on his face, and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling back.
He looked like a sex god. And I do not use those words lightly. He really did look like sex on legs. And all I could think was, Whoa, as I stared at him from across the room. And then he winked at me and my face went a deep red—the sort of deep red that you see in vials on True Blood. But it was when he smiled at me and licked his lips that I thought I was going to faint. The sex god is flirting with me.
I wanted to look around and make sure I was seeing correctly and that he was eyeing me and not some other girl. But I didn’t. I was cool, calm, and collected. Well, I pretended to be cool, calm, and collected. Inside I was a bundle of nerves, and I just wanted to scream or text someone. But I didn’t. Instead, I smiled back coyly and lowered my eyes like I’d seen the women do in James Bond movies. Then I looked back up and he was still smiling at me with the most devilish look. He slowly licked his lips again and his gaze fell to my breasts. I thought my panties were going to fall off then and there from his expression alone.
“Lola, are you listening to me?” Anna grabbed my arm, and I looked at her with an annoyed expression.
“Anna, can you just hold on a second?” I sighed. “I was kinda flirting with a guy,” I hissed.
“Ooh, who?” she giggled.
I turned around again to show her the sex god, but he was gone. I surveyed the room quickly and sighed.
“It doesn’t matter.” I shook my head, feeling disappointed. “Who’s the guy you’re talking about?”
“Oh, Max is absolutely delicious.” She grinned. “I’m so excited. He’s even got this cute little accent.”
“Where’s he from?”
“Who cares?” She giggled. “Kisslandia, I guess.”
“Kisslandia?”
“Yeah, the land where he can kiss me all day and night.”
“Anna,” I groaned. “That’s totally ridiculous.”
“What’s totally ridiculous?” a deep voice behind me said.
I turned around quickly with my heart beating fast. It was him.
“Nothing.” I gave him a small smile, not wanting to appear too eager.
“She’s talking about my new boyfriend.” Anna smiled widely, making it very obvious that she also found him attractive. “She thinks it’s ridiculous that we’re going to make out all day.”
“Anna, he’s not—” I started, but the man interrupted me.
“There’s nothing wrong with making out all day.” His voice was smooth. “Though making love is much more preferable.”
“I’ll say.” Anna grinned as my face turned a deep red.
“Enjoy your night, ladies.” He looked into my eyes and then leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Though it would be more preferable to me if I were to see your face turning red because I was making you come rather than making you uncomfortable.” He pulled back and laughed as I gasped in shock.
I wasn’t sure whether I should slap him or shout at him, but he was gone before I could make a decision. I felt oddly disappointed that he had left so quickly. My body was burning up inside, and while I was disgusted by his vulgarity, I was also incredibly turned on.