Undisclosed Desire (The Complete Box Set

by Falon Gold

  “So, make me what they didn’t.”

  “You have to do that for yourself, Cam. No one can make you into what you don’t want to be. Yes, you should’ve been exposed to the good in people long ago, but you’re an adult with self-control who can easily follow the golden rule.”

  “Which is?”

  I dangle my feet over the edge. “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. Would you like me dry-humping you on the dining room table?” Then I scratch my head. “Hell, I liked being dry-humped on the dining room table. How am I going to expect you not to? So that’s a bad example.” He barks laughter.

  “Okay, try this, Cam. Don’t make people feel like food. It’s degrading and hurts their feelings. Makes them feel as if they don’t matter.”

  “Amari, you are food… for my soul. I wasn’t sure I had one until I met you. You’re all that matters to me right now, and when I get home tonight, I’m most certainly going to eat you… out. You’re going to cum in my mouth. Then I’ll fuck you until you don’t know where you are anymore. You’ll want me to hold you until you come back to your sense, and then while you sleep in my arms. I’ll hate to get up to go shower for work, but you need a roof over your head and whatever else you can think of. I’m going to provide that for as long as you’re with me.”

  He’s no longer the beast, and sweet Jesus, it’s like a sauna in here. I tug on the strap crossing my neck to let cooler air underneath it.

  “What I need starts with you taking your money out of my account, Camron.”

  He responds with a firm, “No.”

  The biggest threat I can come up with is, “I’m going to spend it.”

  “So, Goddess.”

  I melt inside, all because of a name. Goddess. What would I do if he said the ‘L’ word in present tense? Whatever I do is going to be pathetic for sure.

  “I’m serious, Cam.” And pitiful at threatening people.

  “What are you waiting for?”

  “I didn’t earn that money.”

  He smiles. It’s the kind that gives affection without needing physical contact. Kind is what he is when he’s not being inflexible, and I need his heart to crack open just a little. I’ll figure how to get inside it from there.

  “You earned everything I have six years ago, Amari.”

  What about your love? Nope, still not ready to bring up that topic. He was adamant he didn’t love me anymore, and I believe him. Sort of. Need proof he was lying.

  “Cam, take the money out of my account by in the morning or I’m donating it to an abused women’s shelter.”

  “Good. Get a receipt. Now, kiss me.”

  Yeah, no I wasn’t expecting that response from him. He doesn’t have a philanthropic side, or he didn’t. Maybe he’s just indulging me who wishes she could give back. All I know is he’s growing. I can’t ask anymore of him, and it's almost illegal how fast I cover his lips with mine.

  A moan emits between us. I'm not sure if it's his or mine. I sway backwards under a sudden head rush. His arms are enfolding me before I collide with the table. Too afraid to tell him I’m crashing and burning in my mind. Invisible strings unfurl from my chest, writhing and reaching, as if they’re alive and determined to connect to a man who can’t bring himself to love me again or let me go. Stupid, stupid heart. How am I supposed to get out from under this?

  And then, I’m floating. Being crushed into a hard chest. I have no idea where I am right now. Tonight, I’ll probably float into space, happily as long as I’m tethered to the caring side of him. We start to incline. My weight resting heavily on him. Not once does he breathe hard.

  A door clicks, snapping me out of my haze. We’re in an unfamiliar room. Bare, custom-built bookshelves are the walls closing in on a massive, black lacquer desk with a large computer monitor, floor lamp, and throne-back chair. A gold scrolled mirror reflects his backside to me and the unguarded, adoring look on my face.

  Camron sets me down on my feet. “We’re in your office on the second floor. Take a left instead of a right at the stairs into the east wing. First door on the right. The rest are bedrooms.”

  My office? The six months I hadn’t signed up for yet reassert themselves. I spiral low—needing him to want me without a piece of paper between us.

  “The contract,” I mention.

  He steps back. “Your clothes, Amari. I want them off. I trust you’ll stick to this new agreement without your John Hancock.”

  I do a double-take. “What?”

  He trusts you, dummy.

  It’s more faith than he had in me yesterday. Progress.

  He shrugs out of his jacket. “I’m going to fuck you against that door, while you watch yourself in that mirror. Can’t do that if you’re dressed.”

  He’s giving me what he doesn’t even know I want. The freedom to love him on my terms. The spiraling stops. I undo the button behind my neck. The top flops around my waist. I grab the stitched border of the jumpsuit, and rock my hips out of it. Another striptease. Much better than the first because there’s more room, less clothes.

  He unfastens his pants and yank out his iron gray shirttails, never breaking eye contact. When my clothes pool in the floor, he crowds me. Lifts me. Lines my vertebrae with the door. I wrap my legs around him, opening myself up in too many more ways than just my body to him. Can’t do a damn thing about what my heart’s doing. Then he’s inside me. Lips on mine. Pinning me against the door by his clamp on the base of my ass, I can’t meet his rapid long strokes or slow down how fast he slingshots me into oblivion. Too fast. I’m lost in the inky black behind my eyelids in no time, just feeling. Taking whatever and how much of himself he gives.

  “Open your eyes for me, Amari.”

  I drink him in. His face swims with more emotions that I’ve ever seen him let show. I wonder if it’s the mirror he really wanted me to look in instead of his black orbs that are devouring me. Probably not. Always misdirection with him. Sleight of hand. But that mirror is definitely recording us. I won’t enter this room again without it replaying these moments. That’s what he wanted. And he’s got it.

  ********

  ~Camron~

  Amari’s body is a punishment, gripping me, about to knock me down to my knees. Trying to teach her she’s mine no matter what or who’s around, by fucking her with our clothes on in the dining room, has backfired on me beautifully, as everything I do to bring to her heel. She won’t break, but I’m bending, becoming a slave to her. She’s the teacher. I’m relearning that just being in her presence slaughters my strength and will to deny her anything. As bad as I need to be at work, I can’t leave without being inside her. The ribs in her tunnel are strangling my cock. I’m prime to empty inside her at any second. The struggle is real, and she’s going to have to cum now.

  “Unwrap your legs from around me, Amari.”

  It’s almost a letdown to lose their encirclement of my waist and how quick she submits to me. She has to under the deal, but her bucking my commands is a natural high for me. That’s possibly due to how swift other women caved into me with a single word, but I can plummet down then up into her, grazing her clitoris. Her eyes close again.

  “Shit, Cam!” Her breathless rendition of my name, her name for me, is almost better than making love to her.

  She starts to shake, pinioning my ears to the side of my head with her hands, heading right where I want her to go.

  I have to see her moans instead of hearing them, and there’s something so erotic about that. When my balls and the base of my spine starts to tingle, the journey into her is almost over. Too soon. I do regret that.

  No more dry-humping, Cam. Your endurance level is low as shit with her as it is.

  My climax hits full force. I almost lose my grip on reality, along with Amari. Tiny lights circle my heads, dizzy, but I don’t think she’d appreciate hitting the floor. I move in closer, supporting her with my thigh. Then I let go.

  “Fuck, Goddess! You’re going to be the death of me, woman
! Wrap your legs around me now!”

  She giggles and gathers me close, fingers stroking my spine, making me shiver and harden again. “Death of you, Cam? What about me?”

  “You have me by the balls, Amari.” I nuzzle her cheek. “And you don’t even know it.”

  “You didn’t tell me,” she whispers right next to my ear, giving me goosebumps on every inch of me.

  “I didn’t think you were ready to know.”

  She nips at my earlobe. “I’ve been ready.”

  What? Since when?

  “How long, Amari?” I woof into her shoulder.

  Yep, I’m furious. Have been through the wringer to make her feel something for me, anything other than scorn. And now, she tells me this.

  “Since the day I met you, Cam… and I’m going to tell you one more time to stop doing that to me.” She captures two handfuls of my hair and jerks my head back.

  God, it hurts so good to see her this irrationally angry, just like me. Matching my moods fire for fire. Desperate for her, I am, will take any emotion from her except indifference.

  My eye sockets flame under her bruising grasp on my hair. “What did I do now, love?”

  “I told you if you’re going to throw me away in six months, don’t do and say things that make me want you more than I already do, dammit!”

  I have to snatch her hands down and pin them in my chest, or she’ll probably murder me with them. “You know, Amari… you are too small to be so damn violent.”

  Her small nostrils flare. “You haven’t seen violent yet, Cam, if you don’t stop playing with my damn heart. You’ve been doing it for years.” Her version of my name clinches it for me.

  No more games. No more contracts. No more hiding behind any of it, while taking shots in the dark at the bullseye on her heart.

  “Then give me your heart, Amari.”

  “It’s always been yours, jackass!”

  “And you’re the air I breathe. My heartbeat. My only reason to be on this earth.” Unless I’ve impregnated her, then she’ll become one of two reasons to live.

  Her eyes water. Well damn, I made her cry.

  I catch the first tear with my thumb and then drink the salty essence of her. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be, Cam. I needed those words from you.”

  “And you’ll get more, after I come from work. Hate to go in on Sunday, but somebody quit as my PA, so I have to do my own typing on the weekends, and you’ve made me late for the first time since I started my business. I’m happy you’re the reason, but somebody has to pay the bills until your business is off the ground.”

  “What business?”

  “Your shoe business. It’s your dream, right? That’s what this office and the money in your account is for or whatever you want to do with it. I don’t care.”

  “How do you…” She trails off, wide-eyed and floored.

  I like that I’m the one who’s rocked her, maybe too much. “Six years, Amari, to know almost everything I need to know about you… along with background checks. And I’m still learning, so don’t give up on me.”

  “Not in this lifetime, Cam,” she’s murmurs breathlessly, but it feels as she shouted at me.

  Finally, she’s mine, and I wish I hadn’t ever started my own business. Could stay right here until eternity. And then, I’d still need another day with her.

  “I need a favor, Cam.”

  Nose to nose with her, I ask, “What is it?”

  “I need to check on my family. My mother didn’t answer her phone when I called this morning, and I stood Sheryl up at the bar last night. I forgot about our date, but she wants to know what happened. I want to make it up to her tonight.”

  “I want to go, too.”

  She shifts her head downward. “I’m not going to tell her anything about us.”

  “I hope you do and I want to go because I want to spend time with you and your friends. There’s more to you than just being my girl. I want to know everything about you.”

  She looks up, a soft smile encompassing her mouth. “Okay.”

  “What time?”

  “I’ll have to run it by her first. I’ll text you the time and place.”

  “I’ll meet you after work. Here or there. Doesn’t matter.”

  I know why her mother hasn’t answered her phone too, but I don’t want to be the one to tell her, so I stay mum about the good news coming her way, kissing her goodbye, which will lead to making love to her again at a more unhurried pace if I don’t stop.

  I carry her back to her room so she can shower. Rather be squirreling her away in my room for safekeeping, but we’ve come so far already in one day. I don’t want to seem as if I’m pushing for more than she’s ready for.

  In the hallway, Bailey exits her quarters in the east wing with three more bedrooms. Layla and Sasha have the good sense to stay in theirs. I shouldn’t have let Bailey talk me into keeping Amari company here. Bailey and crew have been nothing but headaches.

  “Camron, I need to talk to you.”

  I descend the first step, finding it a little creepy that she was waiting for me. “Got to get to work, Bailey. Shouldn’t you be packing?”

  “Layla and Sasha are doing it for me so I can walk you to the garage.”

  “What is it?”

  She trails a step behind. “Camron, you don’t have to bring women who don’t want to be here to take care of your needs. I can. We come from the same world. I know what you need. If you need a little extra on the side, I have no problems with adding Layla and Sasha to the bedroom.” Basically, Layla and Sasha aren’t a concern. Amari is.

  Bailey sees much more than I give her credit for, and willing to compromise too much. I don’t like the anxiety in her voice. Desperate women do desperate things.

  “Stop right there, Bailey. You knew the deal when I called you for—”

  She grapples my arm, bringing me to a standstill at the bottom of the staircase, in contact with her frantic expression. “I know the deal, but—”

  I peel my arm out of her talons. “But nothing, Bailey. You got access to my house and money within reason for three months for Amari. That didn’t include me at any time.”

  “She should have her own friends.”

  “You mean entourage. There’s a difference.”

  “Whatever!” she snipes. “You said we were like family when we were little. Well, you’re letting Amari come in between that.”

  “How is she coming between us? If you really thought of me as family, you’d think of her as that too for me. Family tolerates significant others for each other. I’m not seeing that quality in you.”

  She clenches her fists at the edges of her too short skirt. Hers always are for attention-seeking purposes, but I don’t use the bathroom where I eat. She’s too close to my real family.

  “You’re supposed to be mine, Camron.”

  Now, the conversation is interesting. “Who told you that? I thought we were just family.”

  “Your mother told me that, and to be indispensable to you until you saw me as an advantage to your life in time. I have to right background, know my way around fundraisers, dinner parties, the rich and famous who can skyrocket your business.”

  Make the rich even richer, the only aim in life people like Bailey have. I’m not the only one ruined by my parents. She also has a predatory nature that’s only gotten worse with time. I’d have known this if I’d gone home for longer than the family business conferences.

  “I know how to skyrocket my own business, Bailey. I don’t need you for that.” I guess my parents gave me some knowledge worthwhile after all.

  “A man in your league needs a wife who can help him increase his power, take care of his needs in the bedroom.” So her mother, my mother, Blake’s mother, and every other parent in our circle says.

  “Amari took care of my business for six years, and every other person at my company. And now she takes care of my needs in the bedroom. I’m satisfi
ed.”

  “You won’t have to give me a salary though, Camron, and I’ll fill the void in your bedroom a hell of a lot better.”

  “No, you’ll just bleed me dry because that’s what women in your league do, Bailey. You’re all leeches, looking for someone to suck on… literally, therefore the need for connections that keep you in your lifestyle. I’m not one of those for you. Never was, or I’d have married someone like you long ago. As far as my mother is concerned, she runs nothing but her mouth when it comes to who’ll be in my bed, so stop breathing in the hot air coming out of her. I’d appreciate if you and your buddies left my house in the next half hour and not to bother Amari. I’ve watched you try to best her at every turn, and then you openly gloat when you think I’ve put her in her place. Well know this, her place is exactly where you’ll never be, and when she’s ready to take that seat as my wife, I’ll send you an invitation.”

  “You’re damaged too, Camron. Do you think we don’t know you’re forcing Amari to be here? We’re not stupid. Do you think Amari will ever love you after this?”

  “You’re right, Bailey. I brought Amari here because I was desperate to keep her when all she wanted from me was to let her go. There’s a reason why people like us are never truly happy. We have no idea what self-worth is because we chip away at each other’s, sell ourselves to the highest bidder, and haven’t learned to earn what we want the most from others. By the time we take it, it’s in pieces from everyone trying to hold on to it, and no good. But if you knew what I was doing, why did you stay?”

  She shrugs. “Because it would’ve been fun to play with Amari. Make her feel like exactly what she is. Nothing. You were supposed to fuck her, not fall in love with her. If I’d known you were going to do that, I wouldn’t have help with the makeover to her bedroom. I helped decorate it for a target to toss darts at, not your future wife.”

  “Do you know how thoughtless you are to admit to me how you were going to treat the woman I’ve been love with since—”

  “Oh my God! You’re really in love with her!”

  “…before I even got within fifty feet of her, six years ago, Bailey. A long time to be too stupid and arrogant to know it, and you and my mother sure as hell don’t decide who I’m supposed to have in my bedroom or life.”