Once he looked at me I realized this was it. There’d be no turning back. And though he’d seen me…did he know it was me?
“What's your name?” He asked.
Ah, so I guess he doesn't know. I bit my trembling lip.
"Rachel."
"Rachel," he repeated.
He stood up and walked towards me, moving like a man on a one track mission: to fuck. His hands landed on my shoulders before traveling down to my waist. They picked me up as if I were light as a feather.
Whoa. My legs wrapped around him almost too easily as he carried me several feet and pressed me up against the wall. Holy shit, this was fucking hot.
Breathless and blown away by it all, I was speechless as my hands steadied themselves against his shoulders, my attempt to remain balanced. As strange as it was for us to have a masked encounter, I couldn’t help but feel like I was about to have an erotic sexcapade with Batman.
He wore a hard mask that made him appear more striking than ever before; I didn’t even know that was possible.
His hardness pushed against me through his pants, letting me know what was about to happen. There’d be no turning away from this, and I didn't mind one single bit. I needed to feel this passion. I needed to release this hungry desire I had for him to fill me up so I could get it out of my system and get focused on this fake pregnancy we’d planned.
My need to just sleep with him was so deep and permeating; I just had to experience him once – just once – after that, I’d be fine, I promised. I just needed to be satiated now.
His lips trailed down my neck as his eager hands pulled down my teddy, freeing my full, round breasts, which begged to be touched. His lips found my aching nipples and I cried out at the feel of his skilled tongue, which swirled around them, dialing up my pleasure.
I couldn’t believe it. I was living a fantasy. Atticus Branch III had his tongue generously sliding across my nipples, his mouth hungrily sucking them with a need of his own.
I cried out in pleasure as he sucked my nipples so hard my pussy pulsated in great jealousy. I throbbed, moaned, and thanked the heavens. I couldn't believe I had gotten so lucky –I was getting exactly what I wanted.
He released his hold on me, letting me slide down until my legs were spread-eagle over his knee. I was so desirous with need that just the feel of him—any part of him— was enough to make me come fast.
As if telepathically sensing my incredible need, he responded to my desires. He rolled me over his leg, stopping just a moment to take off his suit jacket and shirt, and then tossed them to the floor.
There he was, right here in front of me, shirtless and sexy. And I was left lying sinfully and deliciously spread-eagle across his leg.
Oh, he knew what he was doing.
He lowered his leg, leaving me with the lonesome, longing ache between my legs screaming for more. My pussy begged out for him, any part of him, to reach out and touch her some more. But considering where we were, and what we were doing, I knew I wouldn’t have to wait very long.
I’m just saying: look at him, shirtless and rock fucking hard in a private room at a costumed sex masquerade.
“Turn around.” His command, hot as freaking fuck, was barely a whisper. I wanted to ask him to say it again, just so I could to hear the husky need in his tone and feel the exhilarating shivers run down my spine again. This was so hot, erotic, and mysterious.
I spun around feeling giddy, excited, and nervous—yet turned on like hell. Nothing this scintillating had ever happened to me in my life. I’d never had sex with a stranger, never had a one-night stand. But he wasn’t a stranger. I knew him. My body knew him. And my fantasies knew him greatly, like an A-list celebrity.
“Hands on the wall.” I was trembling with equal doses of desire and hunger under his command, wet with anticipation for what was to come as my palms laid against the cold walls.
“Spread your legs wider.” He ordered. I smiled naughtily in response as I obeyed his command.
Search me now, officer, my pussy demanded as my nipples pearled.
A strong, masculine hand slid down my bare neck, its trail followed by a slow sensual kiss tenderly taking its place. I held my breath as his hand eased smoothly down my sides at a leisurely pace, sliding across the thin fabric, but then dipping below. My breath caught as it slid down… down some more…and down even further, until it reached the slick folds of my sweet pussy.
I closed my eyes and bit my lip. A small groan escaped as I lingered on the edge of bliss.
Please…
Please touch me there…
I was wet with need.
At long last, I finally felt the touch I craved to feel the moment he left the kitchen a day ago.
My delight registered in a light moan. I was so delicate, so willing, and so sensitive to his touch that even with the gentlest exploration of my body caused me to buckle in pleasure. My knees went weak, and I would have hit the floor if he weren’t supporting my body against him.
A light laugh escaped him.
“You're so wet for me, Rachel.”
I nodded and shuttered.
“For me, a mere stranger.”
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
Please don’t stop because you’re figuring it out!
“Are you a naughty girl, Rachel?” He whispered in my ear as he slowly twirled his digits around my quivering knob, forcing me to close my eyes from his delicious touch.
Unable to speak, all I could do was nod.
“Are you a sinner…Rachel?”
I nodded, this time faster. I was so drunk with lust that I nearly blurted out, “Who’s Rachel?” Thank God I had at least part of my wits functioning. Barely..
My body free floated in the waves of Pleasure Island as I melted against him, a slave to his touch.
“Bend over, you naughty girl.” He growled, his voice just above a murmur in my ear. At that moment, I didn’t care what he planned to do to my body. He could spank me if he wanted; it didn’t matter so long as it promised him as my reward.
He was worth it.
The sound of a condom being unwrapped never sounded sexier in my life. I leaned against the wall, my pussy soaking wet and waiting to be fucked by the hottest man I’d ever been with—in a private room in a mansion in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere. This was officially the craziest thing I’d ever done.
The anticipation of being filled by a man that drove me so wild with lust made me nearly melt and explode all at once, a powerful experience, especially considering that I hadn’t even felt his cock yet.
He slowly pulled my lace teddy down, taking his sweet time as he dragged it down to my ankles. Once he pulled it down far enough, he drew circles with his tongue from my ankles to my calves, and up to my inner thighs, his tongue barely making contact with my pussy lips.
Oh.My.Gawd.
He rested his hand on my hip; that’s when I knew I was about to get the release I needed to quench this unstoppable fire inside me.
And just like that – just like I expected—he entered me slowly, taking his time so my body could acclimate to his fullness. His delightful tongue and breath tickled the back of my neck as he took his second thrust, his hand cupping my breast, the other hand sliding down to touch my clit.
He was aware of his large size, blessed with both length and girth. I could tell because nearly every move he made seemed choreographed to infuse ease and comfort in my body.
Atticus Branch III was in me! He penetrated me so deeply, much more than any other man had ever accomplished, without trying. He was almost more than I could handle, intense, almost painful, but wildly erotic.
His commanding fingers swirled masterfully over my quivering clit, reducing my body to Jell-O as my lips released erotic whispers and pants. I was his prisoner of love tonight.
A prisoner to his delicious, never-ending pleasure.
Yes, oh yes, I thought, as he sent me galloping toward orgasm. Tonight I was a Sinner….
> Chapter Thirteen
Kate
“Good morning, lover.”
My eyes slid open, hazily surveying my surroundings. No more than a few seconds passed before the choice of words and the person who said them truly registered to my brain. Realization triggered a flood of panic to my body. My heart nearly leapt through my chest as my eyes confirmed my fear: Atticus, in the flesh, standing in the doorway of my guest room.
Lover.
Had he figured it out? That it was me last night? That I had followed him? That we had shared a night of the most passionate lovemaking the hottest, Earth-shattering sex I’d ever had?
Heat rushed to my cheeks. I couldn’t help but to blush thinking about it. I had taken an uber back to the estate. Ha, imagine uber at 4am! But the driver had said the night had been exceptionally busy from some fancy party.
Hm. Wonder why.
Not.
My face burned, wildfire of flustered embarrassment taking over my expression. He casually stood in my doorway, dressed in gray sweats, a fitted white t-shirt, and running shoes. His demeanor was casual and low-key, just like his outfit. I’m sure his attire wasn’t meant to catch my attention, but damn he looked sexy!
He winked at me as he approached. That’s when I noticed he was carrying a breakfast tray with coffee, orange juice, and a shiny silver breakfast platter covered with a matching lid. My eyes grew wide with interest. God, I was hungry.
My stomach growled, loudly revealing my ravenous appetite. I crossed my arms over my tummy, giggling sheepishly as I covered myself in embarrassment. Still feeling out of sorts from a long night filled with incredibly intense passion and secrecy, I scanned the room. I had to restrain from pinching myself just to make sure I wasn’t still dreaming. After all, I hadn’t really paid too much attention oh, just a few hours ago. My mind had been replaying other things….
God, I was so tired. My body had been reintroduced to a world of pleasurable sensations it hadn’t experienced in a long time. My senses had been beautifully awakened from dormancy, but adrenaline had taken its toll. I’d just woken up, but my energy was depleted. I felt as if I had just run a half-marathon.
He set the tray down on the mirrored side table. As I inhaled a good whiff of what smelled to be fresh bread, eggs, and bacon, my tummy rumbled again, reminding me that I was famished. I would find out whether there were eggs and bacon soon enough, but there was something else on my mind that I had to know.
“Lover?” I questioned, cocking my brow in curiosity. Why did he call me that? Was he confessing his knowledge of our tryst?
“You’re carrying our love child. And this weekend holds the day of the grand revealing.” He replied matter-of-factly, as if we were discussing a casual matter.
Oh, fuck me.
He sat at the foot of the bed, something so very intimate for someone to do when we barely knew each other. What had it been – like three days? Yet it felt as if we had known each other for a much longer time.
A riptide of emotions coursed through my mind and heart. I really hated lying. I hated it so much. I still couldn’t believe I had agreed to this.
“I just thought I would run today’s schedule by you. We have our traditional Easter Good Friday party tonight. Like I mentioned last night, you don’t have to worry about a single thing. Your wardrobe has arrived and I find you’ll enjoy what your stylist has chosen for you.” He paused for effect. “Anyway, this has been a family tradition of ours for quite some time. Hundreds of people come. Tomorrow is a down day and most of my family stays for the entire weekend.
“We’ll attend church on Sunday. And then, later on after everyone’s inspired by the good word of the Lord and we’re situated around the table feasting, that is when I will announce that we are with child. The sonogram I ordered, in addition to mock files, will be here by noon according to the carrier.”
“Mock files?”
He smirked. “Our baby boy’s first picture. He’s a looker.”
“He?”
“You’re four months pregnant.”
My eyes bugged. “Four?”
“We’ll get into all of that later.” He waved his hand dismissively. “The fake baby bump, when to start showing, and all of the other logistics that matter can wait. Right now, let’s just focus on this weekend and getting to know everyone.”
My head spun. I still couldn’t believe what I was agreeing to. I needed coffee. I needed to wake up. I was still covered with fantasy dust from our wild, passionate night.
I eyed the coffee as I sat up in the luxurious bed. If there were anything I really needed now, it was coffee. I leaned forward, preparing to pour myself a cup, but Atticus intervened before I could touch the coffee press. He jumped to press the coffee for me, and started pouring it for me instead.
“I don’t know how you take your coffee. Cream? Sugar?”
Whenever I was on vacation, someplace special, or dining somewhere with exceptional coffee, I’d always splurge a little with some cream and sugar.
This felt like a special occasion.
“I’ll take both please.”
Atticus nodded and continued making my coffee. I couldn’t stop staring at his hands as he spoke and treated me to his chivalry. Those hands had deliciously roamed every ounce of my body last night, er, this morning.
My nipples hardened from arousal at the visceral memory of his lips and tongue tasting me sensuously as he explored me down there. Oh, my gosh. I couldn’t believe how quickly and easily I’d become so turned on again, especially since we’d just finished making love hours ago. He aroused such a fire between my thighs.
“Shouldn’t I be showing a bit if I’m four months pregnant?”
He shook his head. “Your stomach is pretty flat because you obviously take care of your body.” He spoke with such intention, with such a knowing.
I gulped. How did he know that?
“That dress you wore to the gala…” He groaned in admiration, made a fist that covered his mouth, and blew out a breath. “You looked smoking. Your curves were bangin’.”
“Thank you,” I said, quietly sipping my coffee. I seriously could not stop blushing, yet it was hard. I was quite bashful, but I didn’t want to give away my nerves and reveal how he made me feel. I wanted to remain cool, calm, and collected.
His eyes were dark, yet soft with the tiniest flicker of desire in them, as he observed my lips press against the china. Drinking coffee never felt this sexy. I took a long, slow sip, letting the espresso beans work their magic to wake me out of my slumber, and hopefully, snap me out of my lust. It always helped to move slow when I was nervous, so I could avoid being a klutz.
“Now,” he continued after a moment, “While everyone is here, since you are carrying my baby, this would imply that we have strong feelings for each other.” He looked into my eyes carefully. “At least feelings that are strong enough to make love and bring a baby into this world.”
I looked at him as the fresh roast swirled over my tastebuds, focusing on the flavor to temper my nerves. I wasn’t prepared for what he said next.
“We will need to sleep in the same room tonight. My room. You know, just to keep this as real as possible, Kate.”
Butterflies began to waltz all over again in my stomach as I started thinking about it all. Everything had happened so fast. Now I would be sleeping next to him in his bed? Dear God, I’d never be able to fall asleep while lying next to him. All I’d be able to do is just lay there thinking about his ripped physique and the enticing way his lower abs were cut. Seriously, who could lie there with all that deliciousness just inches away?
Damn, I was in trouble – and I knew it.
Smoldering passion filled the air surrounding us. I swallowed another sip of my coffee and nodded quickly, my attempt to dissolve the very palpable sexual tension, which was thick enough to cut with a knife.
“Um, Atticus,” I paused for another sip of coffee, thankful that I was starting to come to my senses. “I didn’t real
ize your family was religious. Church, you say?”
He lightly shrugged a shoulder. “Well, it’s the south and our family’s roots are in the faith.”
“With your grandfather being a religious man then, don’t you think he may frown a bit then on cohabitating? Me getting knocked up, so to speak? No ring, no engagement? Are you sure this is the best thing you want to do? Are you sure you want to go through with this plan?”
“Do you want a ring? I mean, would that make you feel better?”
My heart caught in my throat. Did I want a ring? Getting a ring would only complicate things. Many, many things. It would really only make me feel like this was real.
Just as real as our connection hours ago.
I didn’t think my heart could handle that cruel joke.
Sizzling, searing scenes of sexual passion flooded my memory. I could feel my fingers clawing into his muscular back, his strong, manly grip on my ass cheeks holding me tightly as his hands slid down my legs, touching me everywhere.
Touching me there. God, touching me there.
I let out a slight sigh, feeling incredibly embarrassed about it, and took another sip of my morning beverage.
“Don’t worry. My family is going to love you. Hair and makeup is coming in half an hour. Why don’t you finish drinking your coffee and hop in the shower? I’ll see you in approximately two hours, love.” He winked at me, his eyes twinkling with mischief, as he prepared to leave me to my thoughts.
I half sat up in bed, my eyes wide and mouth gaping. I looked at Atticus like he were an alien from Mars.
See you in two hours, love?
My butterflies inside danced like they were getting down at a New Year’s Eve party hosted by Pitbull in Times Square. I really was a sucker for terms of endearment, yes. But I still wanted to gauge him, to see if he showed any sort of signs that I had been with him last night, er—this morning.
Love.
As in one letter off from lover.
Racking my brain, I replayed everything over in a millisecond. Yes, I had been very careful not to let my body utter beyond the slightest of moans. Just a tiny one. I barely spoke, just nodded. After all, I was careful to not say a word to him, only let myself moan slightly because I couldn’t risk him hearing my voice; if he did, then he would have figured it out. I was sure of it.
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