by CA Quigg
“But if it’s something you truthfully don’t like, we stop and we can both walk away.”
“And the money?”
“What happens between us from this moment on has nothing to do with money. As far as I’m concerned, the money doesn’t exist.”
Unable to hold off any longer, I reach for him and rake my fingers through his thick hair. He slides his hands down and around my hips until he cups my ass. With his help, I hoist myself up, hook my legs around his waist and cling to his neck.
Through his jeans, I feel the outline of his hard cock. Jesus. He’s big, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to take him.
But I want him, and I want to try.
He traces his tongue along the edges of my teeth and then begins to explore my mouth. If his teasing tongue leaves me this boneless, what will happen when he uses his tongue on other parts of my body? I can’t wait to find out.
An involuntary moan escapes from my mouth into his.
“You’re already fucking killing me, and we haven’t even begun.” Using the weight of his body, he pins me against the window.
Adrenaline mixes with dizzying desire, and I concentrate on trying to not hyperventilate. It’s like I’m drowning again. Only this time, he’s the one pulling me under. I have to touch him. Maybe even taste him.
Unwrapping my legs from around his waist, I shimmy to the floor and push up the hem of his t-shirt. I want to run my fingers over every sexy inch of him.
“Ah, ah, ah…” He pulls me up until our lips are a hairsbreadth apart. “Have you ever taken a man between your lips before?”
“No, but I want to.” I debate telling him about the banana biting incident but decide that’s a story best saved until after I’ve given him a blow job.
“You will and soon, but first there are things I want to do for you.”
He brushes his hand up my torso and pushes the cups of my string bikini to either side. With deliberate slowness, he flicks his thumbs over the tips over my puckered nipples. My head lolls back against the window. If this is his idea of foreplay, I want it to last forever and ever.
Lowering his head, he sucks one nipple and then the other into his mouth. Surges of need stab my clit, and my legs almost give way. Kneeling in front of me, he peels my bikini bottoms down my legs until I’m able to kick them off. I glance down and delight in the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He wants me, and that’s more of a turn on everything else he’s doing to me.
“You smell like heaven,” he murmurs. The sound of his inhalation leaves me sopping wet.
Without being told to, I spread my feet shoulder-width apart. Bryant places his fingertips on my folds, and gently parts me, exposing my clit to the cool air. Leaning forward, he touches the tip of his tongue to me. My legs tremble at that one tiny gesture, and I grab his head to keep my balance.
“Every part of you is as delicious as the next,” he says. He looks up and his eyes lock me in place as his thumbs massage and stretch me open. I can tell he’s getting me ready. Preparing my pussy for his cock.
My hips grow a mind of their own and begin gyrating—gently at first before picking up speed. Whimpering cries fall from me, and when Bryant flicks his tongue back and forth over my clit, I swear I’m going to die.
“Turn around, bend at the waist and press your hands against the window,” he commands.
Without question, I do as he asks.
He parts my ass cheeks and runs his tongue over the tight rosette of skin there. I jerk away from the forbidden sensation, but he pulls me back.
“I’m going to lick and taste every part of you.”
He flips position and shifts his body until his head is between my legs, and I’m straddling his face. I glance down at him, and the feral hunger I see there steals my breath.
Grasping my ass, he holds me in place. I couldn’t get away if I tried. He uses the tip of his tongue to circle my pussy, and at his touch, my body jerks, clawing for release, but he doesn’t give it to me.
He keeps me on the edge, never allowing me to topple into the abyss. The want inside of me rises and rises, and I begin riding his mouth as if it’s the most natural thing in the world to do. As if this is the hundredth time I’ve done it and not the first. The erotic sound of his mouth pleasuring me drives me to near insanity.
He spreads me wide and clamps his lips over my very swollen and throbbing clit. My tits swing back and forth, and I keep my eyes open so I can watch him devour me.
With one final flick of his tongue, I squeeze my eyes shut and spiral into oblivion. Savage cries that don’t sound like me fly from my mouth and body shaking spasms wrack me.
I mindlessly writhe against his mouth, teeth, and chin until I have nothing left. Panting, I open my eyes and love the sight of Bryant lapping up the arousal dripping from between my legs. So, this was what a real honest-to-God earth-shattering orgasm feels like. It’s nothing like the ones I give myself. They’re not even strong enough to cause the bath water to ripple.
After an eternity, he slides from beneath me, and I sag against the window. Unable to form words, I turn to look at him. Would today be the day he takes me? Makes love to me? Fucks me?
“Do you want me to, um, suck your cock now?” I want to please him in any way I can, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared shitless.
He drops a climax scented kiss on top of my forehead. “Soon.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“You’re not ready.”
“What do you mean I’m not ready? I’m more than ready. Who the hell are you to tell me I’m not ready?”
“You’re not ready,” he repeats. “And watch your tone.”
Feeling exposed and vulnerable, I pick up my robe and shove it on. Bryant sits behind his desk and begins tapping on the keys on his laptop, his focus is on the monitor and not on me.
Damn it. Fuck him. Screw him. I’ll show him who’s ready and who isn’t, then he’ll be the one begging me and not the other way around.
Who am I kidding? He could ask me to run naked through the resort, and I would. Well, maybe not naked, but he already has a certain control over me that makes me need and want to do things for him.
I saunter over to his desk and sit on the edge in front of him, blocking his view of the monitor. He smiles and leans back against the headrest as if intrigued.
I put my bare feet on the leather chair between his legs, his erection still visible through his jeans. My feet inch forward until they’re either side of his cock. I grasp him with my toes. Bryant raises an eyebrow but doesn’t move or react in any other way.
Acting braver than I feel, I tilt my head and clear my throat. “Next time, you’re going to fuck me and do all of those other things you said would happen as the week passes.”
He grabs my feet and holds them against his cock. “This is the last time you’ll tell me what to do or use that tone of voice with me. I’ll give you a pass this time, but the next time it happens, I’m going to spank your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week. I’ll decide what happens when it happens, and how it happens. Be ready when I call.”
He leaves no room for question and biting words tumble to the tip of my tongue waiting to answer back, but I listen to the voice in my head that tells me not to.
“I can see in your eyes how pissed you are,” he says. “But believe me when I tell you, you’re not ready for what’s going on in my mind right now. Go and check on your friend, and wait for my call. And another thing, when we’re alone, address me as Sir.”
I bark out a laugh. “Seriously? Sir?”
“Do you have a problem with that?”
Did I? Growing up in Atlanta, addressing men as sir is as normal as drinking Coke, but addressing Bryant as Sir holds a very different connotation.
“If I don’t?”
“You will.” He releases my feet, and says, “I have work to do, and you are too much of a distraction. Be available when I need you.”
“Yes, Sir.�
� I want to add three bags full, Sir, but I think better of it.
Chapter Eight
Bryant
When the office door closes and Mallory leaves, I push away from my desk and pace the office floor. What the fuck did I just do?
I swore I wasn’t like those other men. Swore I would never spend money on a woman for sex, and yet that’s exactly what I’ve done.
My cock throbs needing the relief I refused to give. I’m no better than the men I’ve spent the past few days judging. I’m an animal just like I accused them of being. But Mallory didn’t seem to think so. Her body responded easily to my touch and when she came, she came hard.
If she was under duress or didn’t want me to touch her or fuck her, her body wouldn’t have been so responsive. I should have tried to make her change her mind.
If I’d known beforehand, I would have offered to pay the fine so she wouldn’t have had to take part in the pageant, but I didn’t. By the time she was on the stage, it was already too late for me to stop her.
I don’t care about the money I spent and I know how ignorant that sounds. One-million might not be life-changing to me, but to many people it is. I’m not that ignorant.
I might not be ignorant but I am a grade-a asshole. I’m the of kind of man who bought a woman under the pretense of not wanting her.
Lies. All lies.
The minute I opened my mouth at the auction, I knew this would happen. I knew I would get her naked. Just like I knew I would eventually fuck her. The truth about my true intentions disgusts me.
But dammit I want her. Is that so bad? Seeing her—being with her—brings out the animal in me.
I can’t recall a time when I’ve felt like this about a woman. Someone I want to protect and fuck at the same time. These kinds of emotions are alien to me. My mermaid has more power over me than anyone ever has. She might think by me telling her what to do and when to do it that I hold all the power. I don’t. She can easily say no, and I’ll listen. Easily walk away, and I won’t stop her.
I tunnel my fingers through my hair and hiss out a string of curses. What kind of man obsesses over a woman he doesn’t know? She might not hold my heart in her palm, but she holds my dick.
Holding back and refusing to fuck her was the right thing to do. At any moment during her time in my office, I could’ve thrown her on the floor or over my desk and taken her, but I held back. She isn’t ready. She thinks she is, but she isn’t.
She was caught up in the moment. The thrill of the auction. Of her first time being physically intimate with a man like me. A man who knows his way around a woman’s body. Who knows how to make women scream and beg for more while also begging for less.
By the end of the week, before she goes home, I will fuck her, and I will take her virginity. I won’t be able to stop myself. She’ll experience more pleasure with me than she ever will with any other man.
This week will be one neither of us forgets.
A flash of having her stay crosses my mind, but I shake it away. She can’t stay. That’s ridiculous. She’s the kind of girl who’ll eventually want to marry and have kids. I can’t give her that. It’s not because I think she’s a gold digger or because my parents had a bad marriage—for the most part, they were happy—it’s because I’m too selfish and don’t want to spend the rest of my life with one woman. I’m not wired for monogamy. What if she does stay and we make a life together then one day I realize I feel nothing for her. Not hate, not love—nothing.
Over the years, plenty of women have said they loved me, but I’ve never reciprocated. I don’t think I’m capable of falling in love. Not because I haven’t met the right woman. I’ve met plenty of right women, but when it comes time to make that commitment, I can never hand over the keys to my heart.
Mallory deserves more than that. I might not be able to give her my heart, but I’ll give her what I can.
I’ll show her how to enjoy her body and express her desires. Show her she’s worth more than a million dollars. More than a billion dollars. I’ll show her she’s priceless.
Chapter Nine
Mallory
I grab my factor seventy sunscreen and squirt a huge dollop into my palm. My skin burns easier than kerosene under a flame and the last thing I want is crispy lobster skin the next time I see Bryant. I smear the coconut scented cream over my legs and then hand the tube to a fully recovered Tanya who’s on the lounger next to me.
It’s been three days since my encounter with Bryant, and since today is our last day at the resort, I want to go to him, but it’s probably best I don’t. Waiting for him to get in touch with me, if he ever does, is the smart thing to so. Frustrating as hell, but smart.
“I still can’t believe you’re worth a million dollars,” Tanya says, smearing cream over her arms.
“I’ve already told you, I’m not worth a million, you are. Besides, I don’t think it’s actually a million dollars. It’s whatever it is after The Exchange take their cut and Alexandria takes her percentage.”
“Okay,” she says, giving me an exaggerated eye roll, “almost a million dollars and you didn’t even have to have to fuck him.”
“It’s not like I didn’t want to have sex with him,” I say. “He didn’t want to have sex with me. Can you believe his bullshit excuse about me not being ready?”
She laughs and throws the sunscreen bottle into my beach bag. “How many swearwords are we up to now? I’ve lost count.”
“Ha, ha. Hilarious.”
“I don’t think he’s all that interested in sleeping with me. I mean he hasn’t even texted or called. I guess the orgasm he gave me was like a pity orgasm or something.”
“A man does not go down on a woman out of pity.”
“Maybe he felt obligated.”
“Whatever.”
I change the subject, and ask, “Have you thought anymore about what you’re going to tell your mom about the money? Where it came from?”
“I’ll go with the obvious and tell her I won the lottery. Although, I did like your suggestion of telling her I found it in the alleyway behind the bank. The lottery is more believable. Have you given it anymore thought?” she asks taking a sip of her frozen margarita. “I’m telling you, you should use it to move out of your dad’s.”
“You know I’m not going to do that. Not until I can take Stella with me. I’ll take a little of the money and put it in a new bank account. As soon as Stella’s old enough, we’ll both leave. It’s only four more years. I can hang on that long.”
“You can finally go to the school you want. Quit teacher training.”
“Can you imagine how that conversation will do down? It’ll be easier finish and get my degree even if I don’t use it.”
“I hope Stella appreciates what you’re doing for her.”
“She does. She’s a good kid.”
A shadow falls over me, and I look up hoping it’s Bryant. It’s not; it’s Alexandria. Today, she’s wearing a pair of beige linen pants and a cute white linen top. As usual, her blonde hair is immaculately pulled back in a chignon at the base of her skull. She’s been like my best friend since the auction. Not that I think she’s being false or anything. She’s sweet and genuinely seems to care.
She smiles, and asks, “Is your phone working?”
“I think so. Why?”
“Bryant has been trying to get in touch with you and hasn’t been able to. You know it’s important to be available all week.” Her tone isn’t accusatory, more like you should know better.
“Oh, crap.” I reach for my phone, which I’ve stashed under the towel covering my lounger. Five missed calls. “Shit. It must have been on silent.”
“I think that’s about twelve swearwords. You’re turning into a monster.”
I ignore Tanya’s teasing.
“You’re to go back to your suite.” Alexandria sits on the edge of Tanya’s chair and offers me a wide smile. “He’s waiting there for you.”
I grab my shorts and tank t
op and throw them on in record time.
“Good luck fucking,” Tanya says in a sing-song voice.
“Good luck not crapping your pants again.”
“Bitch,” she calls as I walk away.
“I learned from the best,” I call back.
I smell like the beach and hope I have time to shower before anything happens with Bryant. Not that I know for certain if anything will happen.
I swipe my key card over the lock and go inside. He’s not in the sitting room, so I walk into the bedroom.
When I close the door, he steps from the shadows and pushes me against the wall, eliciting a shocked gasp from me. An adrenaline surge shoves me into survival mode, and I clench my fists, ready to strike out.
“If you need a safe word to make this stop, use mermaid” he whispers, wrapping his strong hands around mine, “If you do, this all ends. Do you need to use it?”
I shake my head, take a calming breath, and unclench my fists. I don’t want this to end. I want to see whatever he has planned to the end.
One of his hands tunnels through my hair and grasps near the roots, wrenching my head back until my breathing labors and my eyes water.
My legs weaken, and I press my hands against his broad chest; the strong and steady beat of his heart pitter-patters against my palm.
The heat emanating from him, infiltrate my veins and turns my blood to melting chocolate. I ache to kiss him, to feel his full lips on mine, but no matter how much I strain to meet his mouth, he resists. The grip he has on my hair stops me from getting too close.
“You like having your hair pulled, don’t you?”
I whimper but don’t answer.
He tightens his hold and pulls harder. “When I ask a question, you answer.”
I grit my teeth and spit out, “Yes, Sir.”
“I’ve tried to resist you. Tried to get you out of my mind, but I can’t.”
His eyes narrow into slits, and his lips capture mine in a brutal kiss that all but tears me apart. Using his tongue, he fucks my mouth. It’s as if he’s showing me what he has planned for later. The taste of him spreads around my body like wildfire, and the musky, masculine scent I fall asleep to every night because I wear his t-shirt surrounds me.