The Giving
The Harcourt Series Part 1
by
Stella Starke
The Giving copyright © 2013 Stella Starke
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Romance/Erotica with a Happy Ever After:
The Giving – Sophie feels an overwhelming desire to mend Jeff’s broken heart. 6500+ words only $.99!
The Taking – When Jeff sees Sophie with another man he has to make sure she knows she only belongs to him. 4500+ words only $.99!
The Lending – Sophie belongs to no man, certainly not the super rich, super arrogant Jeffrey Harcourt, and she’s going to prove it. 5200+ words only $.99!
The Sharing – Sophie swallows her pride and gives in to love and lust. 5900 words only $.99!
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Brittney was the most popular girl on campus, so of course she married perennial frat boy and football star Eric. She never noticed Alvin the science nerd unless Eric was taunting him.
Ten years later Eric can’t make enough money to keep their house out of foreclosure, much less keep Brittney satisfied. At the class reunion they’re both thrilled to run in to Alvin who is now a billionaire due to his apps and inventions. Alvin is happy to give them the money they need to keep their house. There’s just one condition: he gets Brittney for a weekend.
Brittney is flattered and slightly amused until she finds out that Alvin has more in store for her than candle light dinners and sweet romance. Menage, anal, oral, M/F/M, F/F, M/F
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It was 11:30 on a Saturday night, and it was raining. Of course it was impossible to get a cab.
After the humiliation I’d just witnessed all I wanted to do was go home, eat raw cookie dough and watch a sappy movie. A love story.
My old college friend Jenna had invited me to a birthday dinner her boyfriend was giving her at a hot new restaurant downtown. I hadn’t seen Jenna in a few years, so when I ran into her on the subway I was surprised to hear she’d been with the same guy for a year. In college she was THE party girl. A different hook up every night. I guess we all have to grow up sometime. We didn’t have time to catch up on the train, so she invited me to her dinner.
“You have to meet Jeff,” she gushed. “He’s a dark haired Ryan Gosling.”
Just before she jumped out at her stop she wrote the time and address on the back of a book I was carrying. I studied the hastily scribbled words on the last page of Pride and Prejudice and wondered how I was going to explain that to the desk sergeant at the New York Public Library. I’d be fined for sure.
Jenna didn’t care that she’d defaced a classic. That’s just the kind of girl she was. Jenna always did what Jenna wanted to do, regardless of the consequences. That’s why she and I weren’t all that close in college. I was definitely not a party girl, and if Jenna hadn’t needed help in the Pre-Calc class we had together, she probably never would have spoken to me.
Still, I’d heard great things about the restaurant she’d invited me to. It wasn’t the kind of place I’d normally go with my conservative crowd, but I was curious to get a glimpse of how the other half lived.
The night of the party I dug a dress out of my closet that I’d never worn before. It was a short, cobalt blue number with a neckline that made my breasts look twice as big as they actually were. I’d bought it on a whim because it was 75% off and when I’d tried it on even I had to admit I looked hot. I thought if I paid for the dress I might actually find a reason to wear it. Turns out my theory worked.
I put my auburn hair up in a classic chignon, added a pearl choker and earrings and studied myself in the mirror. I barely recognized myself. I actually looked like the type of hip New Yorker who eats at hot new downtown restaurants. I felt my confidence swell. Not bad for a financial analyst from Brooklyn.
By the time I arrived downtown the party was in full swing. I could see Jenna across the room surrounded by a group of men in suits. She was saying something that they all seemed to find hilarious. She flagged down a waiter and gave him a hand gesture that said, another round for us. She caught my eye and waved, then went back to her group of admirers.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” A man’s voice came from behind me. I turned and looked into the bluest eyes I’d ever seen.
My mind went blank and all I could do was stare at the gorgeous man who’d just spoken to me. He was somewhere north of six feet tall and filled his tailored suit out with a body of toned, broad shouldered perfection.
Thankfully the waiter arrived with my glass of Merlot. I gratefully took the glass from his tray and took a long sip while I tried to think of a witty line.
“How do you know Jenna?” was all I could come up with.
“I’m Jeff,” the Adonis reached out to shake my hand. “Her fiancé.”
“Oh,” I stammered as I let my small delicate hand get swallowed up in his. “I didn’t know Jenna was engaged. I haven’t seen her in a while.” I didn’t mention that Jenna had called him her boyfriend the day I’d run into her.
“Well, to be honest,” he leaned toward me as though he was about to share a confidence, so I leaned in too. God he smelled good. “I’m going to ask her tonight.”
He opened his jacket and slipped a velvet box from the inside pocket. He popped it open only for a second, but it was enough for me to see that it contained a canary diamond the size of my fist. Damn, Jenna had all the luck.
“I haven’t told anybody yet,” he grinned up at me. “I wanted all of her friends to be here for the big event. She loves an audience.” He shook his head like he thought narcissism was adorable.
“I don’t know why I’m telling you.” He confessed. “I guess I’m just so excited, and you look like you can keep a secret.” That’s me, the girl who keeps other people’s secrets, but never has any of her own.
“Congratulations,” I said. And I meant it. He gazed across the room at his future bride and it was clear he was a man in love. I could have been Rachel McAdams and he wouldn’t have noticed me.
“Wish me luck,” he said as he downed the last of his whiskey and made his way through the crowd toward the luckiest woman on earth. He paused and turned back to me and said, “What did you say your name was?”
“Sophie,” I said.
He smiled, nodded then pushed his way through the crowd to the woman he loved.
“Sophie Daniels,” I muttered to myself.
I didn’t see him again other than spotting him in a group. And I never did get to talk to Jenna. I made small talk with a half dozen people and dodged a few pretty blatant advances from drunk men in business suits who mostly wanted to make sure I knew how much money they made. I did manage to fill up on some incredible sushi and drank about a bottle of wine. Free food and drink, the night wasn’t a total bust.
I was just about to leave when I heard the tink, tink, tink, of a fork on a crystal goblet. Jeff stood at the far end of the room with his arm around a radiant Jenna. My stomach tightened with anticipation. He was actually going to propose right here, right now, in front of half the stock brokers in Manhattan.
It was difficult to hear what Jeff was saying. Most of the people in the party kept whispering to each other, some of them not very quietly. I watched him take Jenna’s hands in his. Whatever he said made her smile. Then he dropped to one knee and reached inside his jacket pocket. Her smile disappeared, but Jeff didn’t seem to notice. Jenna’s eyes widened as he opened t
he box, but her only response was to shake her head.
Visibly confused, Jeff stood and removed the ring from its velvet tomb. He reached for her hand, intending to slip it on her finger, but she stepped back and shook her head again. I felt a pit in my stomach and suddenly wished I hadn’t had that last glass of wine. It was like watching a car wreck, horrifying and surreal.
The broad smile on Jeff’s face vanished in an instant and he shook his head as he tried to make sense of what was happening. Jenna scanned the crown and found the face she was looking for. A man in a grey suit moved toward her and when he got close enough she reached for him. The man in grey took a position at Jenna’s side and as realization dawned on him Jeff’s confusion turned to anger.
In a sudden burst he launched himself at the man by Jenna’s side and the two of them locked horns like bulls fighting over a cow in heat. The crowd surged backward and most people made a hasty exit. In the crush someone spilled their drink on me, but never stopped long enough to apologize.
Shaking gin from my satin purse I looked around for a bathroom. I didn’t want to take that long ride home reeking of alcohol. By the time I emerged from the bathroom the place had cleared out. Rats leave a sinking ship pretty quickly.
When I got to the front door I saw the rain coming down in sheets. All the deserters from the party had made it out before me, there probably wasn’t a cab available in a five block radius, and the subway stop was at least two blocks away. I saw a flash of yellow coming up the street so I threw caution to the wind and ran out into the rain to try to catch it. It wasn’t until I reached the curb that I saw the off duty light.
Soaking wet I watched the cab drive up the street. I felt the water run in a stream down my neck, across my chest and between my breasts. The dress was already ruined, so there was no hurry to get back inside. Defeated I turned in the direction of the subway. I couldn’t really afford a cab ride to Brooklyn anyway.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of black behind me as a man darted from the door of the restaurant to a limousine that had just pulled up at the curb. I turned and saw Jeff jump into the back of the limo before it pulled away. I turned back in the direction of the subway and only got two steps when the limo slowly pulled up beside me. The rear window opened and Jeff looked up at me.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t see you standing there. Do you need a lift somewhere?”
I looked up and down the street, still not a cab in sight. I looked up at the sky, still spewing water at me. I looked back at Jeff and nodded meekly. I hated to be a burden. The guy had been through enough tonight. But the rain wasn’t letting up and I was starting to get a chill.
Jeff pushed the door open and slid over to let me in. I dripped on the black leather seat until a small puddle formed under me. Jeff watched the world go by outside his window and barely noticed me. The only light came from passing streetlights reflected off the water dappled windows. Light bounced and danced over his solemn face and made him look magical. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.
Only an hour ago he’d been happy and in love. He’d been a man in control of his destiny. Now he was broken and vulnerable. I knew what that felt like. I’d had love thrown back in my face more than once. Every time that had happened to me I’d obsessed for days, weeks even, about what was wrong with me. Why was I so unlovable?
Jenna was a fool. This man couldn’t possibly be unlovable. Sure, I’d only spoken to him for less than five minutes, but I could see in an instant that he was a man of character. It was apparent in the way he carried himself. It was evident even now, in this dark limousine as he stared out the window trying to make sense of what his life had suddenly become.
“Jeff,” I said my voice soft and pleading.
“Don’t,” he commanded. “I don’t need platitudes right now.”
He turned toward me and I could see droplets of water still clinging to his cheeks. Not tears, but rain. He was not the type of man who would cry in front of a stranger. I wondered if he was the type of man who would ever cry.
“Where can I drop you?”
“There’s a subway station just a few blocks from here, but you’ll have to turn around I’m afraid.” I pointed toward the back window indicating the direction I needed to go.
“Where do you live?”
“Oh, that’s too far. I’ll be alright if you just drop me at the subway.” I knew he wanted to be alone. I would if I were him.
“Nonsense,” he said. “I have this ridiculous car all night. Besides, I’d rather not go home just yet.”
Of course, he needed a distraction. “Brooklyn,” I said. “Are you sure you don’t mind?”
He pushed a button above his head and said, “Leroy, we are taking the lady to Brooklyn. I’ll give you an address when we get across the bridge.
“Yes sir,” came the disembodied voice of the driver.
“Thank you,” I said. I reached up and tried to smooth my matted hair from my face. I was deeply aware of him looking at me and I knew I looked like a drowned kitten. The chignon I’d spent so much time on was sagging against my neck and loose strands clung to my skin. I wished I could have a moment to steal a glance in my compact mirror. I must’ve looked like a melting Barbie doll. He held his gaze on me and I shivered.
“You must be freezing,” he said. He shrugged out of his jacket and offered it to me. His white shirt clung to his chest and accentuated every muscle, every dip between his perfect abs. Without thinking I reached out and touched his chest. It was too good to be true. Men this handsome only existed in ads for cologne or aged whiskey. I traced a freshly manicured fingertip down from his collar to his navel drinking in the exquisite perfection of him.
He didn’t pull away, he didn’t even flinch. I looked back to his steely gaze and held it while I grew bolder. He was a magnet, drawing me in with a force I’d never felt before. I reached up with my other hand and unfastened his top button. When he didn’t protest I moved on to the next button, then the next until I could see a v of tanned, taught skin.
No, he didn’t need my words, my platitudes he’d called them. He was a man of action. He needed my touch. He needed to wash the memory of Jenna from his body. It was fate that had placed me in the back of this limo with him. I could heal his wounds; remove the traces of his heartbreak if only for a few minutes, or an hour.
When I’d unbuttoned as far as his waist I spread his shirt open with both hands. I leaned in and kissed his chest. The fine hair between his pecks was still wet and I licked it like a kitten with a saucer of cream, slowly savoring the taste of him. He leaned his head back and sighed.
Emboldened, I swirled my tongue around his rock hard nipple, then licked my way across his chest and did the same to the other one. He writhed under me and let out a quiet moan.
I had him in the palm of my hand, like a god I had the power to give him either pleasure or pain. He was vulnerable, and he was mine for the taking.
I don’t know if it was the wine, or the smell of the rain combined with the leather of the seats, or maybe it was the tight, sexy dress that was clinging to my wet body, but I could feel my inhibitions slipping away. I was completely in the moment. And at that moment I only wanted to please him.
I slid my hand down to the waist of his pants and unbuttoned them, then unzipped them, grazing his swelling member with my thumbnail. He was getting hard already and I grew hungry for his meat. I pulled on the waistband of his boxer shorts and released his growing erection. It sprang out at me, begging to be touched. I wrapped my fingers around it and he squirmed in his seat. A deep moan rose up in his chest. He reached behind me and stroked my back.
I leaned into him and whispered, “Unzip me.”
Without a word he did as he was told and slowly pulled the zipper down to my waist. I let go of his engorged cock and reached up to pull on the straps of my dress. He raised his head and watched me pull the bodice down, slowly revealing my strapless, black lace bra. My heart pounded and my breasts
heaved with each breath. They pushed against the black lace and I cupped them in my hands.
He stared, fascinated with my every move. I leaned into his lap and rolled onto my back on the seat. My head was inches from his swollen member, but I didn’t take my eyes from his. I wiggled my dress down my waist and over my hips. I raised my hips to pull it over my ass and down my legs. I left my high heeled shoes on and kicked my dress to the floor. I lay across the seat only in my bra, matching lace panties, black heels and pearl chocker. I felt sexy as hell.
I could see the heat in his eyes. He wanted me. Badly. No, he needed me. He needed me to erase the events of the night and make this anything but the night he lost his love.
I lifted my arm and reached next to my head for his cock. I stroked it while I looked into his eyes. He didn’t say a word, he didn’t have to. I turned my head and licked the tip of his swollen head. A shimmering drop of pre come oozed from his hole. I licked that up, then ran my tongue across my lips. I wanted more. I wanted to swallow everything he could give me.
He reached down and pulled my hair free from its restraints. It was still wet and clingy. He draped it over my shoulder and smoothed it across my breast. Then he cupped my breast and pressed on my nipple with his thumb through the fabric of my bra. His touch was like a branding iron, searing my flesh. I squeezed his dick harder and wrapped my lips around the tip. From my position I couldn’t get the whole thing in my mouth, so I tried to roll onto my stomach, but he pushed me back down.
He slipped his hand inside of my bra and squeezed my breast hard. I moaned with pleasure and he slid his hand across my chest and squeezed the other one. I let go of his dick and pulled my bra down, exposing my quivering mounds. I arched my back, begging him to touch me some more.
He took a breast in each hand and tugged on them while he pinched my nipples. They were hard and erect now, pointing straight up to the ceiling. My pussy tingled with each pinch. I held his cock and continued stroking with one hand while I slid my other hand down my stomach to my warm mound. My panties were still wet from the rain, but they were also warm and slick from my own juices. I rubbed the outside of them, feeling them getting hotter and hotter. I reached into the v between my legs and slid the thin fabric aside. I lifted a leg to the headrest of the seat and exposed my pussy to the cold, damp air. He watched as I stroked my swollen lips with my finger. He pinched my nipples harder and I stroked my pussy harder in response. My finger was slick with my own juices and I imagined it was his finger stroking me, his finger rubbing my clit while an orgasm built up inside of me. Like a wave crashing to shore it hit me and as I bucked my hips off the seat he raked his fingers across my breast grazing my nipple roughly which only intensified my ecstasy. My heart pounded and as the searing electricity subsided he wrapped his thick hand around my wrist and brought my wet fingers to his lips. I watched him as he licked my come from my fingers, slowly, deliberately, savoring the taste and smell of me.
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