Broken Headboards: Nights In New York Series Book 3

by Starr, Tara

  “Not in a hurry, no…” I move my hand down his body, only stopping when it meets his rock hard cock. I tighten my fingers around his thickness and start stroking as I look straight into his eyes. “In fact, I think I can make you wait…”

  “That’s definitely not going to happen.” He grins at me, hooking his fingers on my thong and pulling it against my outer thigh, tearing the fabric. I feel it slide off my body easily, and I just start stroking him harder and harder, getting him ready for the main event.

  When he finally presses his body on top of mine, I guide his cock home, placing its tip right against my inner folds as I lace my legs around his waist, pulling him into me. He rests his forehead against mine and, with one hand on my cheek as he looks into my eyes, he thrusts.

  The moment I feel his cock enter me, it’s as if the flames that had been dancing inside of my body suddenly turned out in a raging inferno, a storm of pure fire and electricity taking over both my body and mind. Each thrust of his makes me melt more, my moans slowly turning into screams of pure pleasure.

  “Fuck, I want to be inside of you forever,” he tells me between kisses, burying his cock deeper each time he thrusts. I close my eyes as the bedroom seems to start spinning around me, and I stop resisting it and let a tidal wave of ecstasy engulf me.

  Every muscle in my body twitches, and my thoughts vanish as pleasure takes my mind by assault.

  “I love you. I love you so much, Austin.”

  “I love you too,” he replies, his voice soft as he slows down. “And I’ll always love you, Tess. As long as I’m breathing, I’ll be your man.”

  “And I’ll be your woman,” I say, surrendering myself completely to him.

  My body, mind, and heart.

  My soul.

  All of it belongs to him now.

  Our mouths find each other once more, and we kiss in a frenzy as our two bodies blend into one. Lust, desire, and passion fuse inside of me, that sweet pressure building up again.

  “Austin,” I moan, his movements unbridled and crazed.

  “Tess!”

  I feel his cock hardening even more inside of me, and that unleashes hell all over me.

  I come, and I come hard.

  And this time, he comes too.

  I shiver as he fills me up, each spasm of his cock sending endless shivers up my body. My brain’s melting, and my body’s burning.

  “This is our forever now, Tess…” He whispers, his words gentle but solid.

  Steady and uncompromising.

  “Forever,” I repeat.

  “And ever.”

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Austin

  You’ve reached the inevitable ending.

  You can’t get enough me, baby, can you?

  Fuck. Sorry.

  Anyways, I warned you at the beginning, they always come back for more. And, it looks like you followed suit. But, I don’t blame you.

  Hell, look at the woman dangling on my arm now. She begged me so incessantly for more that I gave in and married her, just to shut her up.

  Hah. I’m kidding. I could never shut Tess up if I tried. And, I never want to. It’s her voice that keeps me going every day, the noise that I play on a loop in my head. It’s my fucking lullaby. I did ask her if she would make me a theme song, mostly of her moaning “Austin” on repeat, but she said no. I’ll convince her one day, though, I promise.

  Since the moment I married Tess, I’ve been the happiest fucking man in the world. I fell in love with her hard, and I keep falling every damn morning I wake up to her morning breath and lean body stretching against mine. It’s perfect.

  She’s perfect.

  I might be a man in love, but I’m still a man with needs and I haven’t changed when it comes to getting what I want. Luckily, it’s the same with Tess. For the past year, a smile and my dick awaken me. It’s like my cock knows smells her or hears her whenever she wakes up because it stiffens almost immediately, panting for her to attend to its needs. I’m relentless, but when have I not been?

  But a lot of shit has happened since we last talked. Not only are we ruling as King and Queen of the furniture and interior design world, but we’re doing it as husband and wife.

  Shortly after we merged and created Oakmont Domina, we had a small, intimate ceremony in the countryside. Well, really, upstate New York. I tried to get her to go down to North Carolina and marry me on the side of the hill in the middle of the woods, but my girl’s too cosmopolitan for that. So, we compromised and traveled North. All our friends, even Malcolm and Sonia came for the ceremony. But that was pretty much it. We wanted it to be just us, for once. Nothing between us other than our love and commitment.

  Of course, it was fucking luxury. What do you take us for? Her elegant, femininity sprinkled with my overstated, raw masculinity made the perfect backdrop for our ceremony. I hand-made the archway covering us, the wood curved into perfect angles, weaving both her and I together as one. We still have some parts of it framed over our headboard.

  And, before you ask, yes…we still have that broken headboard. Yeah, it almost fucking destroyed us. It got us both locked up, hah, but really, it brought us together. That headboard was our breaking point, literally, and it forced us to recognize parts of each other and ourselves we never knew existed.

  And, I’m happy it did. Without fucking Giovanni—even though, I still think he’s an asshole—we wouldn’t be where we are now. There would be no headboard holding up our marital bed.

  I kiss her forehead, feeling her muscles warm as she wakes up.

  “Morning beautiful,” I whisper in her ear and place a trail of kisses down her neck. She writhes against me, the softness of my touch tickling her sensitive skin.

  “Good morning handsome,” she turns, and her tits bounce against my chest when she lets out a small chuckle. I cradle one of them with my palm, but she turns to face me, forcing my hand to find her ass. There’s never a time I don’t have my hands on her.

  “Ready for our meeting today?” She asks, her fingers rubbing my beard. I’ve let my facial hair grow over the past year. My buddies joke and say I look like a lumberjack, and hey, if the shoe fits, why the hell not? I do chop wood for a living, or at least, I pay people to do it for me. Same thing. And, they say it’s all the rage now. Even though, I don’t care about what they say, honestly, I just got fucking lazy and Tess likes it.

  “Ugh…the meeting,” I roll on my back, sighing in exasperation.

  Ever since we won Clarendon Tower as a client for Oakmont Domina, they’ve been a pain in the ass. Fucking ironic, right? But it shouldn’t be a surprise, really. They held a damn competition for their contract, what makes you think they’d just be an easy-going client?

  Every damn week we have a meeting with the Condo Board to catch up on the most recent designs and trends, afraid that Clarendon Tower might possibly look outdated in the slightest. Let me tell you, it’s fucking annoying because trends don’t evolve overnight as I’ve tried to tell them countless times.

  “It’s Clarendon Tower, baby. We have to do it.” She slithers out of my arms and drags herself out of bed, her bare ass smiling at me. I, of course, smile back.

  “No, get back here.” I grab her hand and pull her back down. She squeals and falls to the bed but fights me the whole time. Some things never change.

  “We have to go…” she mumbles, my lips trying to kiss away her protest.

  “Do we?” I ask, putting my best puppy dog face on.

  “If you’re working for me, you do.” She winks and pushes herself from me, jumping off the bed before I can reach her.

  “Don’t forget, I’m your boss too,” I yell after her when I hear the shower turn on.

  My phone rings and I’m already dreading the phone call, assuming it’s the Board President with a ridiculous request.

  But, to my relief, Taylor appears on the screen.

  “Hey, man,” I answer.

  “Thought I’d let you know Ashley and I will be a
t the meeting today. Want me to stop by the café and grab you something?” he asks, in a hushed tone.

  “Are you with her now?” I tease. These two are still something else. They’re still a thing, yet not a thing.

  I’ve tried to talk to him about it, show him how fucking amazing it is to let yourself fall in love, but there’s something in the way, clouding his judgement. Hell, we’ve all tried to talk to him. Regardless, something needs to happen.

  Here’s to hoping. Clarendon Tower is a special place, it’s made some of the most ruthless, stubborn, assholes fall to their knees in worship over a woman. They must feed the women something different here, I don’t know. It’s impressive.

  “What’s it to you?” Taylor clears his throat.

  “Hah, nothing man. You keep being you, or whatever. But, sure, pick us up something. An americano with, four extra shots of espresso,” I order, rubbing my hands over my eyes.

  “Damn. Your ass dragging that hard?” He laughs, ignoring my remark. “Remember you fought for Clarendon Tower.”

  “I’m not complaining,” I shoot back. I never complain. Ok, maybe sometimes, but I’ll never take advantage of Clarendon Tower. It gave me literally everything—my business, my wife, my fucking life.

  “Alright, I’ll see you there.” He hangs up and I throw my phone onto the bed, pushing myself up into a seated position off the bed.

  “Babe! Come here!” Tess shouts over the water.

  I get up, dragging my feet towards her. I watch as the water trickles down her body and the soap lathers along her soft curves. I’ll never take this view for granted.

  With Oakmont Domina up and running, we’ve been busier than ever. Our clients have multiplied and we’re in the works of expanding internationally. It’s a big fucking deal, with the possibility of becoming the largest furniture company in the world and the only one who still manufacturers and distributes from America. It’s a fucking dream come true and it’s something I never thought would happen, but with her, I’ve learned anything is possible.

  Seeing as we’ve been so busy, it’s hard to get a minute alone. I mean, I’ve gotten a lot of use out of the locks on our office doors or the occasional long lunches. The bathroom on the fourth floor of our building is one of our favorite spots—thanks to that micro-suede sofa of hers. We’re becoming very resourceful. But, every moment with her is precious and I don’t want to take a second for granted.

  “Yeah?” I ask, opening the glass shower door and enter behind her.

  My hands trace over her curves and I lick some of the droplets of water off her shoulder.

  “I forgot to tell you, we have a new client,” she says, her breath quickening.

  “Yeah? Who are they?” I ask between my kisses.

  “It’s residential.”

  “Residential? Are they fucking royalty or something?” We don’t do private residential clients anymore, or at least not as often as we use to. We’re too big for that now.

  “You could say that,” she mumbles.

  I stop kissing her and twist her body around to face me, staring into her eyes. “Who is it?”

  She cradles my face and bites her lip, a large grin widening her mouth. Her face lights up and I feel giddy just watching her.

  “It’s us…” she giggles and interlaces her fingers with mine. “Think these hands of yours can fashion a crib?”

  My mouth goes dry and I blink a few times, feeling them pool with tears.

  “A crib?” I ask, dumbfounded.

  She smiles and jumps up, wrapping her arms around my neck.

  “You’re going to be a daddy. And, it looks like we’ll need to make another bedroom set. For our baby.”

  “Holy shit,” I grab her waist and push her away from me, so I can eye her up and down.

  Austin Randall, a designer, CEO, husband….and now, a father. Who would’ve fucking thought? Definitely not me.

  Looks like dreams do come true, even if you never knew you dreamt of them in the first place.

  I kiss her, letting the shower rain down on us.

  “I love you, Mrs. Randall,” I say, choking back my tears.

  “I love you, Mr. Randall.”

  “And guess what, baby?” I ask her.

  “What?” she asks with a smile.

  “I think we’re going to be late for work after all,” I say.

  She smiles at me as I take her in my arms.

  And kiss her.

  For the first time ever for the rest of our lives.

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Willis

  They laughed at my designs during every single competition. Thought they were basically better than me.

  Sure, I might have some odd designs. And maybe my stuff isn’t as good as Oakmont or Domina, but I try hard. That’s got to be worth something. Besides, if someone has a superior product and does better in the marketplace, it’s not fair for the people that don’t have such good products. It’s anti-competitive.

  I know you probably might not agree, but letting the best win all the time just isn’t fair. Letting the strongest prevail is just cruel. At least that’s what I believe.

  I look around as I sit down at the table in the seedy bar at the edge of Queens.

  I think I’m maybe a few blocks from the airport, but that’s where my contacts wanted to meet.

  It’s not long before two men sit down across from me.

  “Willis,” one of the men says in an English accent. “My name is Hiram Hooskins. And this is my associate Peter Whorbacher.”

  I look to the man sitting next to Hiram and nod. Hiram looks like he could come out of an English manor, with his bearing. But there’s something too slick about him.

  I shrug. I don’t really care at this point. I was hired for a job. And I did it. I just want to get paid.

  “You got my money?” I ask.

  “Have you completed your assignment?” Hiram asks.

  I nod and pick up a briefcase.

  “Everything you want on pictures and video about Clarendon Tower is in there,” I say to Hiram. “Although why you want so much intel on a place filled with assholes is beyond me.”

  Hiram doesn’t nod. He just takes the briefcase. “And the cameras?” he asks.

  I nod my head.

  “I installed discreet cameras to record everything in every common area,” I tell both men. “They’re recording and uploading to the server you asked me to route it to.”

  Both men look pleased.

  “Should we go see what we can find?” the man known as Peter asks Hiram.

  He shakes his head.

  “No,” he says. “Let them have their little moment in the sun. I’m looking for a way to buy a condo in the building. Once there, I’ll be able to monitor the cameras quite easily.”

  See I’m not so dumb as everyone thinks. I knew from the get go that I wasn’t going to win the competition against Oakmont or Domina. And I hated that they were always winning. Seriously, they should set aside a few rounds to give those without the ability to do well a fair shot as well, but what do I know.

  Anyways, when Hiram contacted me for doing some work on the side and getting paid for it, I jumped at the chance. Better to do the work that pays faster than get a Clarendon Tower contract that takes forever and requires all these upfront costs.

  “Here you go, Willis,” Hiram says to me, handing me over a suitcase that Peter was holding. “Three million dollars in cash, for your services.”

  Easiest three million I ever made in my life. Just take a few pictures and videos of Clarendon Tower and install some spy cameras and get paid 3 million dollars.

  Not a bad 3 months work.

  Why they want all this info though, I couldn’t care less.

  I grab the briefcase with the money and head out with a nod to both men.

  They continue scheming and plotting as I walk to the entrance.

  I may not know much, but I do know this.

  Whoever pissed off these two in Clare
ndon Tower is going to be sorry.

  Hiram and this Peter–there’s only one thing they seem to be focused on right now.

  Revenge.

  About the Author

  Hi there!

  I’m Tara Starr! I invite you to join me as I write sizzlingly hot romantic comedy!

  I promise you that if you give me a chance, I will make you laugh so hard. And then get really hot and bothered!

  My books are all in a series set in Clarendon Tower—the most exclusive and coveted condominium in New York City.

  In my prior life before I was an author, I used to work on Wall Street for a major global investment bank. I left my job early this year because I wanted to write and explore the world (aka I got laid off).

  But after putting out my first book, Sticky Fingers, I don’t think I’ll ever quit writing. Or go back to work for a big bank. Seriously, no other job can you sit and work the whole day without pants!

  Once you get into the world I’ve built, I’m sure you will fall in love with my characters just as much as I have! And then we will really start to have some fun!