“You are behaving badly, Miss McKenzie.”
I laugh. “Oh, Mr. Fletcher, you have no idea how badly I want to misbehave with you.”
“Sofia,” he groans. “We’ve dated and behaved all week, and now I have a house full of people you want to…”
“Get naked,” I supply. “Figured I should tell you how I expected this night to end.” I grin. “I may have left off something from beneath this dress,” I tease, whispering into his ear.
“You,” his hands tremble on my body as he clears his throat, “left off panties.”
I press my belly against his thick erection and rub. “You’ll have to wait till after the party to find out.”
“Geez, I’m not sure I’m going to last five minutes, let alone hours.”
I nuzzle into his neck and nibble on his lobe. “You could,” I whisper so quietly I’m not sure he can hear me, “drag me into your office and let me put my mouth to use.”
Shane sucks in a sharp breath.
“It would be really quick.” He’s so enlarged that it wouldn’t take much to make him come, especially if I’m on my knees.
“Shane, what are you doing in here?” A female voice shouts from the doorway.
Shane curses softly, and whispers, “My mother.” He keeps me in front of him and frowns over my head. “I’m busy.”
“Yes, well, put the poor girl down and go and mingle or something.”
Shane tightens his arms around me. “This ‘poor girl’ happens to be my girlfriend.” He kisses me on the nose and turns me so his mother can see who I am. I already know she’s a snob, so she isn’t going to like me being with Shane. “You already know Sofia McKenzie.” Shane kisses the top of my head. “She’s my girl, so I expect her to be treated as such.”
His mother glances over me and obviously finds something wanting, as before. She is so predictable. What isn’t predictable is Shane as he holds me close, his eyes narrowed on his mother.
“I can see the wheels turning in that head of yours,” he comments to her. “Don’t for one minute think of interfering with what Sofia and I have. You’d never understand it.”
“Monica isn’t going to like this,” his mother, Samantha if I remember correctly, tosses her hands around in front of herself.
“Monica is the one who told me to stop feeling sorry for myself and to go after what I wanted,” Shane utters. “So, I suggest you get back to your daughter’s party.”
Her eyes narrow and she about turns; tension draining out of Shane when she does.
I turn in his arms and slide my hands under his jacket to his back, digging my fingers in his flesh to ease the tightness. He shudders at my touch.
“Mmm, as much as I want you alone, I think we better join the party before we’re missed.”
“I think so too. Your sister won’t be happy if you’re not there.” I bury my face against his chest and inhale. His scent is always subtle and masculine. He’s familiar and I’m comfortable with him—only wanting his touch.
“I was told you were, and I quote, ‘getting it on with the help,’ in the kitchen.” Monica smirks. “I had to see for myself. My brother who despises public displays.” She giggles.
“Mother needs to learn to keep her mouth shut,” Shane replies, his jaw tight with annoyance.
His hand slips into mine, our fingers intertwine. “Let’s go and get something to eat.” He grins. “That way we won’t be expected to talk if our mouths are occupied.”
“Seriously, Shane!” Monica huffs. “You need to mingle and introduce Sofia.” Monica heads out, but at the doorway, she turns and adds, “Veronica has just shown up. Mom invited her.”
“Fuck,” Shane curses under his breath. “That woman doesn’t take a hint very well, even when it’s blunt.”
“Don’t worry,” I reassure. “I won’t let her have you.”
Shane smiles into my eyes, his dark with more than appreciation. He lifts my hand to his mouth and caresses my knuckles with his lips. “I just want the party over with,” he whispers, holding my gaze, “so I can have you all to myself.” He places a wet kiss on the back of my hand. “I’ve waited all week to get you alone,” he moves in and whispers in my ear, “and get you naked.”
Shivers race down my spine and desire pools between my legs in a gentle throb that I fear is going to become a fiery onslaught of lust if Shane doesn’t do something to put it out.
14
Shane
I’ve never been more turned on in my life as I am having Sofia beside me. Every move she makes brushes against some part of my body. Her breasts are constantly pressing against my arm, the enticing woman keeps making sure that her ass brushes against the bulge behind my zipper as she moves, greeting people. If I weren’t wearing a jacket, I’d be an embarrassment.
Sofia smiles to the woman she’s currently talking to and leaning in, she wraps an arm around my waist, her hand going to caress my ass. Her fingers gently press and entice, making my cock throb, unbelievably hard. Having no idea as to what their conversation is about, I excuse us and grab Sofia. I put her in front of me and usher her out of the room. I catch Veronica approaching and quickly wrap my arm around Sofia’s waist and pull her in tight against my front. She wiggles, pressing against my arousal. “I’m going to come right here if you don’t stop wiggling,” I growl into her ear.
“Shane,” Veronica says, “can I talk to you.”
I don’t miss the sneer she gives Sofia before her eyes reach mine, and she smiles.
“I don’t have time, and we have nothing to discuss.” I try to be polite and I’m sure my expression speaks of my annoyance for the interruption.
“It won’t take long,” she persists.
Sighing heavily, I kiss Sofia on the cheek, and when she turns her head, I meet her worried gaze. “Don’t worry.” I kiss her nose.
“Veronica, you are only here because of my mother. You are her friend, not mine, and not Monica’s. I’m not one for being rude, but the next time you show up in my home without my specific invitation—which will never happen—I will be calling security to have you removed.” I let my words sink in and hold on to Sofia. “Now excuse us.”
Without a backward glance, I walk Sofia through the house to my office, and after making sure the lock is engaged, I turn and push her up against the door. My body presses against her soft womanly curves and I crave her naked. There’s nothing like getting lost in her body, and having her plump tits pressed up against my chest. My erection is trying to burst from my pants with how desperate I am to feel the wet heat between Sofia’s legs.
I rapidly breathe in and out, trying to control the lust running through my body, but nothing helps. The moment Sofia unzips me and reaches for my dick, I lose it. My mouth claims hers, sucking and licking, desperate for a hard and fast connection just like the rest of my body. Yanking Sofia’s dress up past her hips, I urge her legs around my waist and then I’m dropping her down on my cock.
Sofia grips my neck, her little pants of pleasure driving me wild. “Don’t stop,” she moans, grinding her sweet pussy on my groin, my dick buried so deeply inside of her that the head of my shaft rubs against her cervix.
Never has a woman brought me to the brink of orgasm so quickly, but the moment Sofia clenches around my hardness, I jerk, the intense pleasure of release pouring from my cock.
“You wreck me,” I pant as I bury my face into her neck. “I need to have you naked, and in my bed.”
“I want to go to sleep with you inside of me.” She moves slightly and I gasp as a jolt of pleasure shoots up my spine.
“Tonight.” I turn my head and press a lingering kiss to her upturned lips. “I know it’s the wedding tomorrow, but I need you with me. I don’t want to be alone anymore, Sofia.” I bury my face into her neck so she can’t see the desperation on my face as I slowly slip free from her warmth.
Sofia cups my face, her thumbs sliding over the strands of dark hair on my cheeks. “I love this. It makes you more of a ra
ke,” she whispers, her voice soft and gentle.
My hands are unsteady as I hold the silky flesh of her hips to steady her. I glance down, the sight of her bared pussy, silk stockings edged with lace around her thighs, and my swelling dick, heats my blood. Sofia reaches out and wraps a small hand around me. Her fingers feel amazing with each gentle stroke.
“Have you ever,” Sofia makes me move slowly backwards with the motion of her hand on me, “been naked in your office with a woman before?” She tilts her head waiting for my answer while tugging on her bottom lip.
I shake my head; distracted to find the words to answer.
“Never?” She raises a brow and I chuckle, which ends on a moan when she pulls the skin on my dick tight toward my groin, her fingers reaching down to grab my balls.
“Fuck,” I pant. “I can’t remember what you asked me.” I fall back into the chair behind my desk.
“Unzip me.” Sofia gives me her back, her round buttocks in my face.
I grin, and unable to help myself, I bite the soft cheek of one before moving to the other.
“That feels good.” She throws her head back, arching her spine in a delicious curve. My mouth traces along the sensitive skin that I reveal as I tug the zipper down, and then she’s shoving her dress to the floor and stepping out. My mind goes blank at the naked sight of her. The only thing she’s wearing is the stockings and high-heels.
“Fucking sexy.” I quickly turn her around and cover her mouth with mine. My cock rubs against her belly, my balls catching on the zipper. “I need to be naked.” Panting harshly, I quickly get out of my clothes, tossing them to the chair behind me. Sofia’s eyes are all over me as I wrap a hand around my straining erection. Her eyes darken so I continue stroking myself, getting harder, more aroused at the look on her face. “I haven’t lied to you.” I reach out and lift her to sit on my desk. “I’ve never been naked in my office before. I’ve never had a naked woman in my office before. I’ve sure as hell not been in this position before. But, I have dreamed about seeing you spread out on my desk with nothing between us except my cock.”
Sofia moans and wiggles toward the edge, widening her legs. “Then fuck me, Shane. I want to feel every inch of you sliding into me.”
“Mmm,” I moan, rubbing the broad head of my dick against her clit, which draws a sharp breath from Sofia. “You like that?”
“Oh yes!” She glances behind and when she sees it’s clear she lies down and kicks her shoes off. Before I can be too disappointed she brings her legs up, spreading them so wide that I can see everything she offers. Her feet rest on either side of my hips before they move around to my ass, urging me closer.
“I think I need a minute,” I confess, sure I’m going to come all over her. “You look edible…you’re turning me on so badly that my body aches.”
“I love how you react to me, but right now, I need you. Please, Shane.”
“You never have to beg.” I thrust into her silky sheath, my eyes rolling when she pulsates around my hard flesh. “Never, Sofia…”
Her breasts sway with each thrust of my hips and when she stretches, arching her back, I see stars as her walls tighten, gripping, grabbing, and massaging along my cock. “I’m not going to be able to hold back.”
“Don’t.” Sofia moans, reaching for me.
Her fingers hold onto my shoulders while I drop my face to her chest. I capture one of her cherry nipples with my mouth and suckle, wanting her orgasm to arrive with mine. Overwhelmed with sensation my release rushes forward like a freight train, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it, my dick swells before jerking hard with each release. Sofia gasps and moans, wrapped in her own pleasure. Her pussy convulses and tugs every last drop of semen from my flesh.
Sweaty and exhausted, I rest my face on Sofia’s chest willing my breathing to ease so I can at least move before squashing her under my weight. My legs tremble as I find the energy from somewhere to push up on my elbows. I raise myself enough to cup Sofia’s head in my large hands and rest my forehead against hers.
Her sleepy eyes open and the satisfied smile on her lips, makes my body grow warm. “I don’t think I ever want to move from this very spot. I want to spend the rest of my life with your penis inside of me.”
Grinning like an idiot, I grind against her sensitive folds enjoying the slow arousal that’s sliding down my spine and along my dick.
Sofia’s eyes widen. “How can you get hard again so soon after that?”
“That’s easy, I’m inside a sexy woman who happens to be special to me.” I gently caress her forehead. “I’ve never had this before Sofia, and I think it’s because I’ve never met anyone that I wanted it with. You know I have issues from childhood, but I seriously believe that it’s you who makes all of that go away. I don’t just think it’s the right time for me; it’s you.” I smile softly. “You came into my life because of my sister, and I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since the first time I met you. I don’t want to get you out of my head anymore. I just want you. Only you.”
Sofia wiggles until she’s sitting up on my desk and I’m holding her in my arms. “You have me Shane, and I’m not going anywhere. I’m not going to hurt you, and I’m certainly not after your money.” She grins. “I have my own.” She nips at my chin with her teeth. “I think you need to take me to bed and keep me there until tomorrow.”
“I’m not sure how to get you up there without all of Monica’s guests seeing us.” I sigh. “I should have just taken you straight upstairs instead of dragging you in here.” I become sheepish. “My only thought at the time was how quickly I could get inside of you.”
“I like that.” Sofia grins. “But I think we’d better dress before we leave your office.”
15
Sofia
Snuggling deeply into Shane, the last thing I want to do is get out of bed. But I don’t really have a choice since it’s his sister’s wedding today. I really have to move my body and get down to the bakery to oversee the transportation of the cake. I’m always a bundle of nerves until the cake is set up and on display.
However, I’m finding it difficult to leave the bed of the man I’m in love with. If my heart wasn’t as involved as it is, then I doubt very much I’d have continued a relationship with him after the hurt he’d initially caused me. I may not be experienced with being in a relationship but I know what I want, and that is someone who loves me, and I truly believe Shane does.
“I can hear you thinking in my sleep,” Shane drawls into my ear, his large hands settling over my bare bottom. “I love waking up with you in my arms.” He presses me closer to his arousal, rubbing back and forth. “It’s exciting.”
Smiling against his chest, I say, “It certainly is.” I moan and tip my head back while he nuzzles deeper into my neck. “I need to get to the bakery.” He kisses between my aching breasts, moving to kiss the tip of one and then the other, his eyes holding mine. “The cake,” I continue, trying to remember why I need to leave. “I have to sort the cake out.”
“Mmm,” he mumbles. “I can be quick.”
He slides inside where I ache and proves just how quick he can be.
Forty minutes later, I’m parking behind the bakery, a frown marring my brow and a headache forming. A wave of dizziness washes over me as panic hits me square in the chest.
Where is the van?
I fly out of the car and run toward the backdoor, not even noticing the cold like I usually do. On entering the kitchen, Marissa is standing to one side of the large walk-in refrigerator. She looks so pale that I look twice, and it’s only when her eyes meet mine that the dread settles in the bottom of my stomach.
“The cake?” I whisper, moving forward in slow motion, refusing to look at Marissa who I briefly register is shaking her head.
Dread eats away at me, and then I’m close enough to peer inside. My heart drops to my feet when I see the cake smashed to pieces all over the shelves. It looks like someone took a hammer to it.
“What happened?” I ask Paul who appears in my line of sight.
I really want to scream and shout, but accusing when I don’t have the full picture would be bad, especially when he looks just as crestfallen as I feel.
He sighs and lets out a breath. “I have no idea.” He looks around the fridge. “Nothing else was touched. Only the cake. It doesn’t make sense.”
“What are you talking about?” I glance between Marissa and Paul.
“During the night, someone came in here and destroyed the cake.” Marissa wraps an arm around my shoulders. “I’m so sorry Sofia. I don’t even know where to begin and I’ve been in the bakery business for twenty years.”
“The bakery was broken into?”
“No, not broken into, although someone did enter overnight.”
“Nothing is making sense.” I gasp. “What will I do today? Monica’s wedding is in a few hours and we don’t have a cake.” My breaths come out heavy and its only Marissa’s arms around me that keep me from a full-blown panic attack.
“We’ll think of something.” Marissa glances at Paul. “We have to.”
Not an hour before I was making love with the man I’ve fallen in love with, and now, this. “I’ve ruined Monica’s wedding,” I mumble, dropping onto a stool. “I promised her an amazing wedding cake. Now I have nothing.”
“Oh honey.” Marissa cups my face in her hands and brushes at my tears as they slip down my cheeks. “We need to think on how to fix this, but you have to know that it isn’t your fault. Someone has purposely destroyed the cake. It has nothing to do with you or your ability.”
“But…”
“No buts.” Marissa grabs my shoulders. “We can do this, and if we can’t, then as the owner, I’ll be the one to explain.”
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