Burning with Desire (Forbidden Heat Book 2)

by Bella Winters

  She’s a sweet and spicy seduction…completely intoxicating – you could call her every man’s dream.

  And yet, I was a jerk and let her go.

  I was a bigger jerk thinking she would wait for me.

  She says she doesn’t need me in her life now.

  But one look into her luscious eyes and at that pregnant belly,

  And I know…I will do all it takes to make her mine.

  Ben

  “Thank you for coming everyone!” I yell over the microphone, slurring my words only slightly from the alcohol. “After yet another fantastic quarter you all deserve to party thanks to all your hard work at Katch Industries... that’s why I’ve purchased the most expensive champagne.”

  A cheer bursts up around the room, effectively ending my speech for me.

  I’m glad really, the company is doing so well that we have plenty of these events. There are only so many ways to say well done to everyone. I love my staff members, but they already know that. They don’t need to hear it every minute of every day.

  Instead, I raise my glass and everyone cheers. As I stagger down from the stage, I’m swarmed by people. Not the managers of each department in my financial company but the staff from the bottom floor too. That’s why these sorts of events are a good idea. It gives everyone a little bit of access to me. I’ve learned over time that letting people feel connected to me means they’ll work that much harder for me.

  It also means I only have to do it every so often. I’m a busy man, I can’t speak to everyone all the time. They know that, I’m sure they do.

  “Thanks, everyone,” I say to everyone, no one in particular. “Your work has all been fantastic recently.”

  I soak in the compliments I get in return like a sponge. I’m no different to anyone else, I need a boost to keep me going. “You’re all awesome. Please, enjoy the party.”

  “Hello there, handsome.” As the sultry voice blasts into my ear I almost let my eyes roll to the back of my head in mild annoyance. I know who it belongs to without even turning around, but I also know from past experience that ignoring her leads to bigger trouble than just speaking to her. “That was a great speech up there, Mr. Ben Katch.”

  “Thank you very much, Marie.” I plaster a fake, wide smile on my face. Even my teeth are showing “I didn’t know you were coming tonight.”

  What I mean by that is I didn’t send her an invite, but I can’t be direct with Marie. Not unless I want another scene. No one has forgotten the Christmas party two years ago where she screamed at me and smashed a wine bottle all over the dance floor ruining everyone else’s night. And to think she was so sweet and innocent when I first met her... maybe it was my influence that ruined her!

  “Oh well I saw it was happening and I just knew I had to come.” She waves her hand dismissively. “I have this new dress anyway that really needed an outing. What do you think?”

  My eyes automatically travel down her body and unfortunately my sensibilities go out the window. Marie might be a crazy bitch but she’s hot enough to pull that off. With her slim waist, her peachy butt, and her lovely ballooned breasts that get her more glamour modelling work than most of the other models in the city, she has a fantasy, plastic doll style body, and I know she’s crazy too. Crazy and up for anything.

  With the skin tight red dress that clings to every inch of her, leaving nothing to the imagination, and a plunging neckline that means I can almost see her nipples, she’s a wet dream. I already know Marie doesn’t like underwear, so she’s bound to be pantie free down there...

  Fuck, I’m horny.

  She can see it in my eyes as soon as I drag them back up to meet hers. The heady lust must be evident behind my gaze because she smirks knowingly.

  Marie knows that when I’m sober and in my right frame of mind, I can’t stand her, her personality annoys the living hell out of me, but when I’ve been drinking I just don’t think straight. My cock takes over and I follow what it wants instead.

  Marie knows that it always wants her.

  “What are you doing to me, Marie?” I groan with my eyes falling closed. “Why do you have to come here dressed like that?”

  “Because I want you! That’s why.” She snakes her fingers through mine and tugs me towards her.

  I know I should resist, I know this is perfect moment to do so, but I allow her to take me with her. After all the hard work I’ve done recently, and after all the expense I put into this event, I feel like I deserve a bit of fun. “Come on, let’s go somewhere.”

  She has me hooked, and she damn well knows it. As Marie drags me through the party she does so with a swagger in her step as if she thinks she has me. She probably likes the thought that she has control over the wealthy, powerful Ben Katch. What she doesn’t seem to realise is that I’m just letting her think that for a moment. Just until I get her alone.

  I know it isn’t right to use Marie but when she throws herself at me, it’s hard not to. She knows I can have any woman in this room, and she’s aware that I just might. I could end up going home with someone else after being with her at the party.

  Hey, what’s the point of being desirable, hot property if I’m not going to take advantage of that? I’m only human after all. Anyone in my position would do the same.

  “Where shall we go?” Marie asks as soon as we head out into the hallway. She spins and hooks her hand possessively around my neck, but I don’t want her to kiss me here. Actually, I don’t really want her to kiss me at all. “Unless you don’t mind the idea of being caught out here by some of your employees. Could be fun, right?”

  I glance behind her and breathe a sigh of relief when I spot the coat closet behind her. I already know that room is more than big enough for what I want to do from when I dropped my jacket off earlier. Without saying anything, I grab Marie’s hand and I yank her in there.

  Once the door closes behind her, Marie turns into a dog on heat. She pounces on me and runs her lips all over my neck, seeming to sense that I don’t want her to kiss my mouth. As she does, my hands travel down her curves, down her body, until I reach the area where my throbbing erection is pressed up against my trousers, begging to be set free. I unzip myself and tug my trousers down to just below my butt, taking my pants with me. My cock springs free, eager and needy, just like me. I’m about to explode.

  “Wrap your lips around it,” I command to Marie. I’m in charge now.

  She smirks and takes me in both her hands as she falls to her knees with a shining glint in her eyes. She freaking loves sucking on me and I love her doing it. The crazy bitch has a phenomenal mouth... at least for that. Talking she’s terrible at, but I hope I can avoid that. She keeps one of her hands around my base and gently touches her lips to my tip. She flicks her tongue all over me, giving me those heaven like sensations that she’s so good at. My head lolls back, my eyes close, I run my hands through her hair as she sucks me hard and fast.

  If I keep my eyes closed, I don’t have to remember that it’s her.

  I hit the back of her throat, which is something that Marie hasn’t done before. It seems that she’s been practicing with someone else, maybe someone bigger than me. I probably should be a bit jealous about that but I’m not. I don’t care, it works out better for me. She’s even better now and I’m the one reaping the benefits of that.

  “Oh fucking hell, that feels good,” I growl a bit too loudly. If anyone’s outside the door they can probably hear me... but I’m pretty sure everyone knows what I’m like anyway so it hardly matters. My reputation is well known because a lot of the women I spend time with are well known. Not a list celebrities... not all the time anyway. “Oh God.”

  “Say my name,” she murmurs against my cock, her words sending vibrations right down to my base. Her fingers tickle my balls, making it hard to think. “Say it, Ben.”

  I’m not going to, there’s no way in hell that she doesn’t know that, she’s just trying her hand at taking control. I don’t want to think about her n
ame, I just want her to be a faceless fuck. She knows that, I’m sure she does.

  “Get up,” I command instead. “I need you on your feet.”

  Marie does as I ask and as soon as she does I spin her around. She flattens her palms up against the walls and spreads her legs like a good little girl. She knows how to be the perfect fuck for me, if nothing else.

  I reach into my pocket and pull out a condom. However horny and animalistic I feel, I’m not going to slide into her without being wrapped up. I’m not an idiot, I don’t know where else Marie has been. I slip the rubber down over me with trembling, excitable fingers, and I move my hands next to hers, and I push myself into her with one sharp movement.

  “Oh God, Ben,” she gasps noisily. “Oh fuck, you feel so good.”

  She pushes her butt out allowing me to get deeper in so I plunge in hard and fast. She is dripping wet, so excited to have me inside her that it doesn’t take long for her muscles to start contracting around me. She knows her body well, the sexual woman that she is, so as I glance down I’m not surprised to see her rubbing her clit in time with thrusts that I’m pounding into her.

  That encourages me to pick up the pace and soon the hot bliss is exploding from me. It’s cheap, meaningless, and quick just the way I like it. I love the lack of complication, the ease as I pull out with my mind already on getting back to the party, I love this carefree lifestyle. I don’t think I’ll ever change it for anyone. It would have to be a really special woman to get me to even consider settling down. At twenty eight years old I’m still living it large.

  “What are you doing now?” Marie asks me with flushed cheeks as she tugs her dress down. The lack of underwear made that very easy then. My trousers are already zipped up, I’m ready to go. “Are you going back out there or do you want to get out of here?”

  Oh dear, she’s starting to get needy.

  “I have to get back out there, Marie, this is my party.” I don’t want my tone to go cold, but it does anyway. “You know that. But... it was fun.”

  “Oh right.” Her face falls. I do feel a bit bad but she did know this would happen. “Okay, well I guess I’ll see you soon then.”

  “Yep, see you next time probably. Bye, Marie.”

  I nod and push the door open before we end up in a deep and involved conversation. I still have so much partying to do, and the way I’m feeling I might find someone else to take home. I’m kinda still horny, but I want someone new, someone I haven’t had before, someone to teach me some new tricks or that might be a surprise. Why pick one woman to have for life when I can have them all? And I really can have them all...

  Serena

  “Urgh, that was the most horrible day of my life,” I declare wearily as I flop down on the couch next to my roommate, Jenny Toffolo. “I hate temping it’s horrible.”

  “Where were you today?” She pops her gum and doesn’t even take her eyes off the TV as she asks me that. I can hardly blame her. She’s probably as sick of hearing my work dramas just as much as I am of experiencing them. “The office with the mouth breather again? The one who always calls you Jeans even though your surname is Jones?”

  “No, a factory today making train parts. It was horrible. Not only was it dirty, smelling, and incredibly boring, I had a guy next to me who’s been working there for years telling me that I was doing everything wrong. It was unbearable.” My eyes fall closed as the exhaustion washes over me. “I only started doing this temping hoping that one of the jobs would turn out to be a permanent position but that hasn’t worked out. Maybe it’s time to give it all up and start from the beginning again.”

  I never told Jenny this, or any of the friends I’d made since moving to the city, but when I left my small town in search for a bigger and better life almost five years ago, I had this notion in my heart. I always held onto this dream that a better, more exciting life was waiting for me around the corner and that soon I would be swept off my feet and the old boring life I’d had before would be a distant memory...

  Maybe I still feel that way. That doesn’t mean it’s going to happen though.

  I applied for an apartment online and connected with Jenny which was a godsend, then I moved to the city with big wide eyes and a wild, dreamy nature. I couldn’t wait for my real life to begin... yet here I am, still waiting for my real life to begin. How pathetic is that? I’m twenty three years old now. It’s time to stop with the daydreams.

  “Wait?” Jenny sits up straighter and she turns to look at me. “Do you mean start again as in get rid of the crappy temp agency, or give up and go back home?”

  The last thing I want is to return back to that boring ass small town with my tail between my legs, but I might have to. I’m running out of money and I’m also running out of patience. It isn’t working, not really. I might need to just give up.

  “I don’t know,” I admit with a shrug. “My head is all over the place. I don’t know what I want to do anymore.”

  Where’s my exciting life? Where’s my Prince Charming? Where’s my adventure?

  I don’t know what the interesting thing that’s waiting round the corner for me is, but I want it to come now. I’m desperate, I’m about ready to crawl out of my skin just to start again.

  “You can’t leave me.” Jenny shakes her head so violently that her long blonde hair falls around her face making her look a bit comical. “You cannot, I won’t let you.” She grabs onto my arms and stares deeply into my eyes with nothing but sheer desperation. “They’re always looking for new girls at the club. Why don’t you do that?”

  “At the club?” I screw up my nose in disgust. “I don’t know, I don’t think I’m the sort to work at a place like that.”

  “We aren’t strippers,” Jenny exclaims, almost as if she’s shocked by my accusation which came out all wrong. I know they aren’t, I didn’t mean it like that. “We’re shot girls. We just walk around the rich men and hand out shots.”

  “Yeah, in short skirts and low cut tops. You’re always complaining about the rich men getting handsy with you.”

  “I’m never complaining about the tips though.” She pulls a wad of cash out her pocket that makes my mouth water. “I always get good pay from the job. Why don’t you just come and do it for a while, get yourself financially stable then look for another job?”

  The thing about Jenny is she’s never short of money. She always pays the rent and bills on time, and she can afford nice clothes and meals too. She’s even been on vacation a couple of times in the last year which made me very jealous. She works far less hours than me too and is never as stressed. It’s like the ideal job, but I don’t know if I’m cut out for it.

  “You’re really sexy though,” I pout. “You have big boobs and a nice bum, amazing hair and fab curves. Plus those legs that seem to go on forever more. I don’t have any of that.”

  “You do,” Jenny insists. “You’re a raven-haired beauty with amazing pouty lips. And those green eyes of yours are phenomenal. You have a good body too, you just hold yourself awkwardly as if you’re always trying to cover up.” I don’t argue that point because it’s the truth of it. I do feel uncomfortable in my own body, I just feel like I’m never quite enough. “I think you should just give it a try, just for one night, see how you feel.”

  I sigh and nod slowly. “Yeah, maybe I should.” I don’t like it much but I know I need to try unless I want to give up and go home. The thought of returning to my parent’s farm with all my old-school friends gone fills me with an intense sense of horror. “When shall I come in?”

  “I can call my boss, get you in for a shift tomorrow tonight? I know you’ll need a sleep so I won’t say tonight, but I have to head out there anyway so I can pick you up a uniform if they say yes. What do you think? Do you want to? Please say yes.”

  “Urgh, you know what, yes.” I stand up ready to fall into bed. I hope that after a couple of hours napping I’ll be ready. “I have to do something different to prevent me go insane.”

 
“Great. I’ll get it sorted.” Jenny looks far too pleased, she’s making me anxious that I’m not going to like it much after all. Maybe I’ll make a fool out of myself and hate it, but at least then I’ll know. I can still keep my position open at the temping agency until I know for sure anyway. “Ooh, this is going to be so much fun!”

  I don’t answer her, I just give a weak smile and stumble into my bedroom. My white, empty room that doesn’t have anything in it because I just can’t afford anything. I need to do something with my life, I can’t keep on down this track. Maybe being a shot girl isn’t something exciting and drastic happening to me, but maybe it’ll just get me on the right track for a moment. All I need is enough money to keep me going, until I decide what to do next...

  I bolt upright in my bed thinking I’ve only been asleep for a short while, maybe ten to fifteen minutes. I didn’t mean to collapse so quickly, I didn’t even change my clothes, I suppose I better do it before I really get into a deep slumber...

  Huh? What?

  A uniform hangs on my bedroom door, one that must have come from Jenny. But she didn’t intend to bring me one until morning... oh. The sunlight is streaming through my window, and not just the morning sun either. As my eyes glance down at the clock I can see that I’ve slept for so long it’s almost late afternoon. I can hardly believe it, I never sleep like that! What on Earth is wrong with me?

  I rub my eyes and push my weary legs into a standing position before I make my way over to the dreaded uniform. The metallic silver skirt will barely cover my butt and the crop top that somehow manages to be low cut as well has the word CeeLow on the back which is the name of the bar. I already know it’s going to leave me much too exposed. I’ll be vulnerable, probably very cold, and just there to be grabbed. In the cold light of day, I don’t think it’s such a good idea after all. I run my fingers along the edge of the material and jump backwards as something falls off it and flutters to the ground.

  It’s a note, from Jenny.