Love Accidental (A Romance Compilation)

by Tia Siren

  He reached down and pulled my heels off before running his hands up the back of my calves to my knees. His blue eyes bored into me as he slowly opened my legs, exposing me completely. He reached one hand up and rubbed it between my breasts before gently caressing one and then the other. I was panting in anticipation of what was about to come.

  The same hand traveled over my stomach, and I watched its slow descent down my body. He held my gaze as his finger stroked down my slit. My mouth dropped open and my eyes closed at the exquisite touch that was so gentle, it belied the earlier aggressive passion.

  I heard a growl, and before I could open my eyes to look, his mouth clamped down over my pussy, devouring me the same way he had my mouth. I cried out in delicious agony, loving it and hating that I loved it so much.

  His forceful tongue lapped over my sensitive clit, drawing me closer to an orgasm far sooner than I had expected.

  “Dylan!” I cried out his name, my fingers threading through his hair. “I—”

  He didn’t stop. Instead, he slowly slipped in his index finger while nibbling on the sensitive nub. It was all I could take. My hands slapped against the couch as my back arched in a powerful orgasm that threatened to make me black out.

  I felt as if I were drowning. My head thrashed back and forth, and I struggled to regain control of my seizing body. When I felt him grab my hand, I opened my eyes. He was standing over me, his other hand wiping his mouth.

  “Stand,” he ordered.

  I managed to get to my feet on legs that felt like rubber. He led me to his giant four-poster bed that looked fit for a king. He turned me around, stepped behind me, and ran his knuckles down the side of my torso, his mouth nibbling at my neck.

  I dropped my head to one side, giving him easier access, inviting him to take as much as he liked.

  “You’re a sensual woman, Kendall. I bet I can make you come again,” he whispered close to my ear.

  A shiver rolled down my spine, and I knew he was right. My body had nearly snapped in two with the force of the first orgasm, but it had done little to take the edge off. I wanted more. I wanted all of him deep inside me. I wanted to feel the strength of his body pressed against my own.

  “I want you,” I told him, not recognizing my own voice.

  “Hold on to that bedpost,” he commanded, moving one of my hands to the post in front of me. He walked naked to his bedside table, pulled out a condom, and quickly sheathed himself.

  Watching him handle his own dick sent juices pooling between my legs.

  “Both hands. You’re going to need it.”

  I didn’t get a chance to ask why, as his hand pushed against my back, sliding my hands down the post as he used his knee to spread my thighs. His cock slid past my butt cheeks, heading straight for home. When I felt the tip probing my hole, I immediately flinched. It wasn’t going to work. We were going to need some lubricant in order for him to fit.

  “Dylan,” I whimpered, feeling his head push in a fraction, stretching me and sending tingles of pleasure and pain throughout my body.

  “Shh. Relax. I’ll go slow—for now.” His voice was strained, and I knew he was struggling to hold back.

  I exhaled a long breath, doing my best to relax my body to accept his invasion. He pushed in a bit deeper, and I knew it wouldn’t work. I pulled away from him, releasing the head of his cock from my sheath that was clearly too small for him.

  His fingers moved between my legs, rubbing my clit before one slid inside. Then there were two fingers massaging and bringing me pleasure. When he pushed in the third finger, I groaned, my head rolling between my shoulders, feeling an orgasm building. He pulled out his fingers and stepped behind me, the head of his cock sliding in much easier now.

  I gasped as I felt him stretching and filling me.

  “Oh god,” I groaned in disbelief. It was too good. I was going to come and he hadn’t even fully impaled me. “Dylan!”

  “Let it go, baby. Let it go,” he choked out, pushing in higher.

  I threw my head back and screamed as he pushed in the last inch, pulling an orgasm from somewhere deep inside my body. I arched my back, my body acting of its own volition and taking him even deeper. My head dropped forward and I convulsed around his dick. I heard him moan, his hands moving up my waist, cupping my breasts, tweaking my nipples, drawing out the already intense orgasm.

  My body floated back down to earth, my hands gripping the bedpost, my nails digging into the wood.

  “Are you ready?” he grunted.

  “Yes, I’m ready. I want it all.”

  He roared and drove into me with such force that I would have been pushed across the room if I hadn’t already been holding onto the post for dear life. I screamed, never experiencing anything so intense in my life. His hands dropped to my hips, holding me in place as he pummeled his body into mine.

  I was helpless to do anything but go along for one hell of a ride. I could feel him losing control; his fingers were digging into my hips, holding me steady. Every stroke against my clit took me higher. I felt the familiar spiral start in my toes, the heat spreading throughout my body as the ecstasy took me to a place I wanted to languish in forever.

  A keening noise escaped my lips as another climax slammed into my body.

  “Fuck!” Dylan shouted, falling into his orgasm and taking me with him once again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he cried out, over and over, as his body rocked against me, his thighs pressed against the back of my own as he pushed himself impossibly deeper inside.

  I held on to the bedpost, needing something to ground me. His head collapsed against my back as his body jerked against mine with lovely little aftershocks. I felt them too. My pussy muscles squeezed him inside me. I thought about how impossible it had seemed at his first probing, then smiled as I realized it was a perfect fit, like the finest pair of leather gloves. He pulled away from me and walked into the bathroom. I stood there, unsure about whether to sneak out or wait to see what he would say. He returned a minute later, yanked back the red comforter on his bed, and pulled me into his arms before collapsing into bed with me on his chest.

  “Stay in here tonight,” he whispered.

  I snuggled against him, allowing myself one night with him before I slid off his body and pressed against his side. The fact that he asked me to sleep in his bed was a good thing. I hated that I had to think it, but sleeping with the man would hopefully strip away some of those defenses and allow me to get closer to him. The light went out and his arm wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me closer against him.

  I hated myself for using the man, but I wouldn’t think about any of that for now. I’d worry about that all in the bright light of day. For now, I wanted to inhale the scent of the man who had just taken me to new heights—heights I hadn’t even known were possible.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Dylan

  Friday

  I was still blaming the champagne for my actions the other night. I had promised myself one taste of Kendall to get her out of my system. Then I would be done and would never think about her again. I would find out what she and her father were up to, then kick her out of my house, my company, and my life for good.

  Best-laid plans.

  “Will that work?” Aaron’s voice cut right into the little fantasy I had been daydreaming about.

  “What?” I asked.

  Aaron sighed, frustration making his features tight. “We’ll talk about it later.”

  I nodded and faded away once again when someone from the research department started talking. I had read the briefs. This meeting was really a waste of time. Aaron had insisted on it, wanting to make sure all the department heads were on the same page.

  My mind drifted back to yesterday morning. I had woken up with Kendall’s mouth pressed against my chest. I had slept really well, which was not normal for me, especially with a woman in my bed. Usually, they left after the sex. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a woman sleep in my bed, in my arms. It was a w
eird sensation. I had liked it, which I didn’t like at all. I knew she had probably slept with me with the intention of getting closer to me. I shouldn’t have let it happen, but it was pointless to fight the electricity between us.

  I noticed movement in the room and realized everyone was on their feet, gathering their belongings and making their way out of the conference room.

  Aaron hung back. I looked up to see him glaring at me. “What?” I barked.

  “You did it.”

  “Did what?”

  Aaron shook his head. “You slept with her. I knew you would. I saw that look in your eyes.”

  “What look?”

  “The look that said you wanted to devour her. You have a shitty poker face.”

  I chuckled and shrugged a shoulder. “I’ve slept with women before. Don’t get your panties in a bunch over this one.”

  Aaron sat down and pulled his chair closer to mine. “This is different. The pillow talk could get you in trouble. Hell, she could be using it to blackmail you.”

  “You’re overreacting. How is she going to blackmail me? It was consensual, trust me,” I said, a grin spreading across my face, remembering how she had practically begged me to fuck her.

  “Do you know what she’s after yet?” he asked.

  I shrugged a shoulder. “Not yet.”

  Aaron checked his watch. “I’ve got to run. Watch your back. I don’t want to see indecent pictures of you splashed all over the internet.”

  I laughed. “I don’t think that’s a problem. I’m not a monk. I’ve never claimed to be.”

  He walked out of the room muttering something under his breath. I grabbed my iPad and headed for my office. Kendall hadn’t been invited to the meeting, so I assumed she was either waiting in my office or hiding out in her own. Things had been a little weird between us since that night.

  My phone vibrated in my pocket. I checked the screen and turned around, heading back into the empty conference room.

  “Just a second,” I said, answering the phone. I quickly closed the door and made my way to the back corner of the room. “All right, what do you have for me?” I asked the PI.

  “I checked out her friend’s family and connections. I don’t see any issues there.”

  I breathed a sigh of relief. “Good to know. What about her dad? What is he doing?”

  “Well, now, that’s where things get interesting. He has a meeting in less than two weeks with a group of his investors. Apparently, they aren’t happy with the way the company is going. They’re threatening to pull their support unless he can show them something big.”

  I nodded my head. I’d suspected as much. My eyes were on the door, watching to make sure Kendall didn’t come looking for me.

  “Does he have anything?” I asked, dreading the answer.

  Jonathan cleared his throat. “I managed to persuade someone from his inner circle to give me a list of products he’s preparing to flaunt in front of the investors.”

  My gut twisted in a knot, dreading what he would say next. “Tell me.”

  I listened as he listed off names of projects my own company had in the works. Rage and betrayal bubbled to the surface. I shouldn’t have been surprised. I knew what she was doing, so I should have known something was up.

  “Anything sound familiar?” Jonathan asked.

  “Yes, it does. All of it. Can your guy on the inside tell you when these ideas were hatched or stolen?”

  “I’ll ask. In the meantime, I’m following another lead. I’ll let you know if it’s something you need to worry about.”

  “Worry about?”

  “If my gut feeling is right, this guy is bad news. It’s a little easier to run an investigation when I’m not hampered by the red tape law enforcement has to abide by. If this is what I think it is, you need to watch your back. This man may be far more dangerous than you thought, and I don’t mean to your wallet,” he warned.

  “You think I’m in physical danger?” I asked in disbelief. That seemed a little far-fetched.

  Jonathan made a grunting noise. “I don’t know. I do know the man has made some enemies. Yours isn’t the only company he has gone after and systematically destroyed with his underhanded tactics.”

  Breath hissed through my teeth. “I knew it. I’d been warned about him, but he’s never bothered me before. Clearly, he sees me as his direct competition now.”

  “Sounds like it. He’ll start by stealing your ideas and products before you have a chance to launch them. Eventually, you’ll go bankrupt with no way to compete against him.”

  “The hell I will!”

  Jonathan chuckled. “Glad to hear you’re fighting back. I’ve never liked this guy. I don’t have any hard proof right now. The guy is slick. He’s going to turn around and accuse you of stealing from him.”

  I didn’t like what I was hearing at all, especially since I had Kendall sleeping under my roof. I was beginning to think Aaron had been right. I may have taken an unnecessary risk. In fact, she could have been setting me up right this very minute.

  Letting out a breath, I ran a hand through my hair and closed my eyes. “Do I have any options here? I mean, how can I prove they’re mine?”

  “I’ll leave that to you. I’m digging for proof that he stole them in the first place. If he’s been doing this for years or maybe even decades, it’s going to be pretty hard to prove otherwise. He knows the game. He knows how to tell a good story,” Jonathan said.

  It pissed me off, and I hated that I had somehow gotten caught in the man’s crosshairs. Clearly, he was threatened by me. He wanted to pluck me off like he had the rest of the competition.

  “Thanks for the information. Call me day or night and let me know if that other lead turns up anything.”

  “Will do. Take care of yourself,” he said, and I couldn’t help but feel as if it were an ominous warning.

  I took a deep breath, composing myself before I went back to my office. Kendall was inside, waiting, busying herself on her laptop.

  “There you are!” she said with a friendly smile. “I was wondering where you went.”

  I nodded my head, not saying a word as I sat down behind my desk. I looked at her, taking her all in and not seeing the sinister woman I knew her to be. She was either a really good actress or she didn’t know about her father’s dirty dealings.

  “Something wrong?” she asked, staring back at me.

  I shrugged a shoulder. “I don’t know yet. I have a list of products I’d like you to research for me.”

  “Sure. Do you want to email me, or do you have them written down?”

  Her eagerness set off my alarm bells. I wanted to know how much she knew about the products I had working their way through the pipeline. They were all under lock and key. The fact Scott Adams even knew about them was slightly alarming.

  “I can read them off to you,” I told her, opening my own laptop.

  I wanted to see her face when I said the names. I’d always felt like I was a pretty good people-reader. I would be able to tell if she recognized the names. The only possible way she could was if she had somehow gotten the information and passed it along to her father, or her father had sent her into my company to get the specs for each item.

  I cleared my throat and said the name of the first product, closely watching her reaction.

  Nothing.

  I said the second name. She looked up and caught me staring. “Something wrong?” she asked.

  I didn’t see anything sinister. If I was to believe my intuition, she was innocent. At least innocent in the fact that she didn’t know the exact names of the products. I knew what the problem was. I just didn’t want to believe she was guilty of trying to sabotage me.

  “Nothing at all. Can you do a little research and see if those names are popping up on anyone else’s radar?”

  “Of course. Anything else I can do for you?” Her tone was sultry, and I knew what she was implying.

  I leaned back in my chair, giving her
a thorough once-over. She uncrossed her legs slowly, teasing me before crossing them again.

  “I don’t think I need anything else for now. Maybe later,” I said, looking into her eyes once again. “I may need something later.”

  “Later?” she whispered.

  I knew what she was asking, but I wanted to keep her dangling a little longer. I shrugged one shoulder.

  “I’ve got work. I’ll be staying late, but I won’t need you to stay with me. Maybe you can catch up with your family or your friend. Vanessa, that’s her name, right?”

  “It is. And are you sure you don’t need me? I’m willing to stick around, give you a hand or whatever else you need.”

  I smiled, loving the way she liked to tease me. I enjoyed our game of cat and mouse, even if I knew she was not what she pretended to be. I started to think about ways I could still see her once her true identity was revealed. I didn’t want a relationship with her, but I did want to sleep with her again. The first time hadn’t been enough. There was so much more I wanted to do to her beautiful body. I wanted her to ride me. I wanted to fuck her until she couldn’t stand up. I wanted that sweet mouth wrapped around my dick.

  “Dylan?” Her voice was strained.

  I cleared my throat and slid my chair closer to my desk to hide my growing erection.

  “I’m fine. You can go,” I said, not looking at her.

  She got up and walked out of the office, closing the door behind her without saying another word. I needed a break from her. I didn’t want to lose control and take her to bed until I knew a little more about what she was doing. Then again, I could always use the excuse I was trying to seduce her into giving me information. I liked that idea.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Kendall

  Saturday

  I threw the blanket off in frustration. I was crazy frustrated. Dylan hadn’t bothered coming home until late last night. I’d been sure after the little episode in his office that he’d be coming home earlier. I had been looking forward to another night in his bed.

  When he didn’t show, I imagined him doing all kinds of things to another woman. I’d known he was a bit of a player before I ever made that first call. I didn’t know why I ever thought there would be another time with him. He’d had his way with me. He had satisfied his curiosity and now he was over it. It was only a little insulting. While I’d thought he had really enjoyed himself, apparently, I was just another lay.