“How much do you think it’s worth?” he asked. When he’d made his exorbitant bid for her, he’d been impulsive, but it had also made sense…in the grand scheme of things, the amount didn’t seem like a huge price.
“I have no clue. How much do you think it’s worth?”
If screwing her was half as stimulating as talking to her… “I’ll have to wait and see to reply.”
An adorable shade of red spread across her cheeks. “Fair enough.” A mischievous smile formed on her face. “You know, with all this talk about Theo Jr., you’ve made me curious to see it.”
Oxygen disappeared from his lungs, and a powerful arrow of lust surged down his body. There was nothing Junior about him, but the nickname amused him. “Oh, you’ll see him. All in good time.”
She stared at him in silence, and he had to mentally straitjacket himself not to jump her bones and screw her senseless. Yes, all in good time. He’d get her acquainted with his dick, then fuck her all the way home. Anticipation pounded in his bloodstream.
That’s a promise.
Chapter Four
“Ms. Lopez, is there anything I can get you?” the ever-helpful housekeeper, Valda, asked.
Some company would be a great start. Amaya shook her head at the nice fifty-something lady who had been nothing but kind since her arrival at the luxury villa two days ago.
Amaya set her tea on the table and glanced at the nicely set breakfast spread. Her stomach churned, and she touched it, a bit nauseated. “I’m good, thank you.”
“The driver’s at your service, miss. Just say the word,” Valda said, then with a nod, strolled out of sight.
Amaya looked at the infinity pool, hoping to extract some encouragement. Theo’s mansion was of a neoclassical style, with pristine white columns, triangular shaped windows, and fireplaces topped with temple fronts. Every piece of furniture carefully added to the timeless decor, and she was afraid to have a snack on the off-white set of sofas, in case she got them dirty. Surely, any little crumb would stand out in the clean, modern ambience.
She crossed her arms over her chest.
What kind of home would this be for a baby? If he and his future wife had an heir, they’d have to babyproof the hell out of this place. She walked to the back yard, as she had so many times during her short stay. The villa was located on a cliff overlooking the city, and sights of beaches and the bustling life not too far away took her breath away. The serenity from the cut grass and pretty, colorful garden contrasted against the buildings and vehicles she spotted from below.
After they’d arrived, Theo took off to his office to work. She went to her suite and ended up sleeping. Next day, besides a brief “hi” at breakfast, he took off in a rush with the excuse of an early meeting. She’d gone to sleep after midnight, too jetlagged to wait.
Today…she hadn’t even seen the man.
She remembered the cell phone Madame Alexa had given her for emergencies. Did this count as one? Being at the height of luxury, and alone? Maybe he’s changing his mind about the whole thing. He was entitled, right?
Memories of his lips on hers, him kissing her pussy stole a breath or two from her. If he didn’t screw her, could he ask for a refund? Oh no. She didn’t have the contract handy, but if people asked for a refund for a shirt they’d worn from a department store, why couldn’t he? Besides, he probably had experienced lawyers in his corner ready to fire back if Madame Alexa protested.
Shit.
She remembered how many times her mother had played the lottery, hoping one day she’d win and give them all a life they deserved. Amaya’s heart clenched. She’d had a life she’d loved very much, with her darling family until her parents died. The driver who killed them while they crossed an empty street at night had never been found. Amaya had begged the police for more answers, but why would they be invested in a couple of poor immigrants? The driver probably had money, too.
Everything always came down to money—money could have changed the outcome if her parents’ only car hadn’t been broken and they hadn’t had to walk to the convenience shop to cash in a check. Money could have helped her find an investigator or a lawyer, or hell, both to find the person responsible for their deaths.
But no.
She’d focused on raising Diego and giving him all she had. Now, money would ensure he’d have a better life than they had. She couldn’t let go of that incredible opportunity.
Keeping Theo interested in her wasn’t just a fantasy…it was financial security.
…
Theo closed the entrance door behind him.
He’d meant to call Amaya, but the day had been insane. Meetings and more meetings and also a couple phone calls to his father and younger brother Kostas.
Now, he rushed to his bedroom, hoping to shower and forget about the day. A current of apprehension surged through him. Could he also forget about the sexy woman staying in the room next to his?
He removed his jacket, placing it on the chair, then undid his tie and began to unbutton his shirt. Naked from the waist up, he noticed a light on the enormous terrace in the common area to all upstairs rooms. A place he hadn’t visited a whole bunch.
“Hi,” said a sweet, feminine voice that sent thrills down his body.
Amaya, wearing a teeny yellow bikini that enhanced her gorgeous skin color, leaned against the sliding glass door. In her hand, she held a bottle of champagne.
A lump of frustration lodged in his throat, and he sucked in a breath, suddenly out of air. He’d used the much needed catching up at work as an excuse to take things slow with her. He’d bought her for a month, yes, but he didn’t want to make a mistake. To physically hurt her, like he had Eleni.
“I couldn’t find the glasses.” She lifted the champagne bottle and took a gulp.
His gaze slid from her pretty face to the generous curves of her breasts, then farther down her waist. She had strong legs, thighs that didn’t have a gap, and hips that begged for attention. Every part of her screamed for a man’s care.
A sharp need swelled his cock, causing it to strain against his underwear and pants. “You seem to be doing okay without them.”
A small amount of champagne dribbled from the corner of her lips, and she wiped it with her index finger. She entered his room and set the bottle on the console by the chaise longue. His internal temperature rose like hell at the sight of Amaya next to his immense bed.
“I went out and bought a bikini,” she said, taking a step forward. “Do you like it?” She chewed on her lower lip, a hint of her anticipation of his response. Flecks of gold shimmered in her chestnut eyes, making her even more adorable. If she greeted him like this every day from work, he might just work from home. Or quit.
“Like doesn’t begin to describe it,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Why did you do it?”
“Because I felt like a kept woman from the telenovelas I watch. Except I’m a lover without really playing the part.”
Did he know what she was asking? The woman was a fucking virgin, for crying out loud. Without thinking, he walked to her and tipped up her chin. He felt her tremble under his touch, but her eyes didn’t leave his. She moved her head forward, expecting a kiss.
He stroked her cheek, then slid his finger down her neck, feeling her pulse beating madly for him. His cock grew harder, poking her belly without his permission. Damn it. Damn her.
“I’ve never touched a dick before,” she said, skimming across his hard-on.
A mad rush of blood thundered to the tip of his cock, so fast he almost lost his balance. “You don’t have to say those things.” What teenager or young woman hadn’t fooled around even if they waited for the right person?
It was her turn to stand on her tiptoes and make him lower his head to look at her. “I don’t. I’m not lying,” she said in a tone that meant it. “Can I touch you?”
“Yes.” He hissed, barely holding his control.
She caressed him over his pants, tentatively, her lack of experience s
howing but turning him on even more. She darted her gaze to his lower half, fascinated. If she only knew that the more excitement she showed, the more complicated the situation would get.
She reached for his pants, opening them, and soon, pulled them down with his black briefs. His cock jutted out, and she stepped back, her mouth half open. He couldn’t decide if her lack of expertise in the cock department was a plus or a minus. Hell, he barely managed to think.
“Holy fuck.”
Before Eleni, he’d grin at a woman’s surprise at his length and girth. But ever since he’d hurt her, this confidence had taken a hit. The blessing turned out to be a curse.
“It’s beautiful,” she said, without taking her eyes off of it. “I feel like someone should take a picture and frame it in a museum.”
“No pictures. Though if you play your cards right…”
She peered at him. “What do you call it?”
He frowned. “I didn’t name my cock.”
She shook her head. “It needs a name.”
“It’s not a damn pet.”
“It’s incredible,” she said, kneeling before him, and holding his bare cock in her hand.
A tremor unraveled through him, and he sucked in a breath, willing his every nerve to behave. It’d been too damn long since a woman had touched him. Three years. And now…she ran her fingers up and down his length, causing an ache to stab at him. His balls grew full and heavy, with a powerful tingle spreading across them. Something inside his gut warned him her touch would be the gateway for memories that would last far beyond their time together. And there wasn’t a single thing he could do about it.
She opened her mouth, and clenched her palm on him.
Groaning, he withdrew. She glanced at him, confused. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing this right. Take off your bikini and get on the bed.”
He removed his shoes and socks, while she quickly wriggled out of the bikini bottom and top. He lay on the bed, gesturing for her to come on top of him. When she joined him, she positioned herself between his legs, but he quickly outmaneuvered her and brought her on top of him, placing her head between his legs while her delicious pussy sat on his face.
He massaged her ass, and she relaxed, her thighs loosening. God, he loved the blend of female arousal and musk swirling into his nostrils. Unable to resist, he licked her center, the tip of his tongue lazily stroking her tender flesh. Under his command, it trembled, swelling. All for him.
She bucked, her sexy moan filling the air, but didn’t waste any time to retaliate. She closed her mouth on the tip of his cock, palming his rod. At first, she didn’t move her hand. Blood rushed in his expanding veins, and pre-cum coated the tip. She swallowed it, eagerly, which only aroused him more. God. If she didn’t stop, he’d come immediately. How he had missed this. How he missed her, even though she’d never blown him before.
He played with her folds, teasing her, adamant on earning every sigh of pleasure he could. Sweat glistened on his chest and limbs, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. This sensation—the warmth enveloping them, their bodies slicking to each other, their most intimate parts bonding to their mouths…she began to lick him from root to tip, while stroking him up and down, her lips in tandem with her sensual caress.
He flicked her clit, circling his finger, tugging at it. It pulsed and swelled, and he outlined her cunt with his tongue, working her clit harder, only to then bury his head into her hot wetness. She squirmed, bucking her hips to give him more access, and he grabbed her ass, adjusting her position for the deepest French kiss he could give her pussy.
She found his balls and cupped them. God. He nearly fainted, certain all his oxygen had abandoned his brain and fled south. She let out a hhhmmmm, showing him just how much she enjoyed sucking him, driving him insane.
The overstimulation tightened his muscles, tension straightening his shoulders like strings from a violin.
Addicted to her feminine scent, to the pearly cream dripping from her folds, he licked her, his nose pressing into her pussy. All of him wanted a way inside her, his cock achy and erect.
She took his balls in her mouth, popping one at a time, sucking it and causing a stir to drill through his body—one whose message he knew all too well. Without stopping stroking him, faster, she played with his balls in a sweet torture. Another moan filled the air, and a sense of male pride threaded through him.
His body, his cock, turned her on. She couldn’t be faking it because he tasted her raw response in his mouth. She was drenching wet, aroused, and ripe for the taking.
They intensified their licks and touches on each other, in the same searing pace. His whole body contracted, his existence shifting into one hot pulse that allowed him to keep breathing, allowed his blood to continue pounding its way through his veins.
With his heartbeat thrumming his temples, he let go. Never had he been more aware of his seed spurting into a woman’s mouth as he emptied himself inside her. He felt her contract. Then she allowed herself the same pleasure he experienced—maybe even more intense. She quivered, and he dove into her pussy, licking each drop of her, loving it as she creamed on his face, and he finished releasing himself in her mouth.
“T-Boner,” she said, cutting the silence they’d shared for the past ten minutes. Lying side by side on the bed, he stroked her arm, up and down. The sweat from their hot session cooled, his heart finally returning to its regular pace. “Should be your dick’s name.”
Laughter floated up his throat. How could she pick a name for his most intimate part when he hadn’t even technically boned her yet? The idea stirred in his groin, but he shook his head. He’d tasted how much she came in his mouth. He would give her nothing less—certainly not a huge amount of pain for not waiting. Waiting for the right moment meant he’d gain the confidence he needed when he took his future bride for the first time. “Charming, but I’ll pass.”
“Maybe T.J.? Short for Theo Junior? Though there’s nothing junior about it…”
He propped himself on his side and turned to look at her. She had crossed her hands behind her head and glanced at the ceiling. When her gaze found his, his insides seared, and he cleared his throat. “Where does this obsession for naming come from?” he asked, hoping the topic would veer away from the sudden hardening of his cock.
Affection gleamed in her eyes, and she gave him a close-lipped smile that dented both cheeks. Twice. Double dimples. He ran his fingers down his face and sighed. Somehow, two million and six hundred thousand dollars seemed like a fucking bargain for full access to Amaya’s body.
“I was a premature baby, and it took me longer than the other kids to speak. My mom heard labeling things and repeating them over and over helped. So she began working really hard on my speech, and even as I began to talk, that need to categorize and name everything carried over I guess.”
“Your mom sounds nice.”
“She was. She and my dad died because of a hit-and-run.” She cleared her throat. “Killed by a drunk driver probably. We don’t know.” A trace of sadness laced her voice, and she looked away from him. “The security cameras from across the street conveniently disappeared, and I was too overwhelmed with everything to look into it anyway.”
“I’m sorry.” A weight sat on his chest, and he ran his fingers down his face. She’d been left mourning for her parents and taking care of her special-needs brother? Pride loosened the concern from his chest a bit. Did she know how strong she was?
“Yeah. Me, too. Though if I could get my hands on the driver, I don’t know what I’d do. It’s probably for the best.”
“Your brother is lucky to have you. How old?”
“He’s twenty-eight, but developmentally, he’s more like ten.”
“He has the best sister,” he said, again with a pride he had no right to feel. Here he was, barely knowing this woman, and yet sharing personal stories with her. His temples throbbed, fear cooling his thoughts. He had to get a handle on this thing, fast.
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uickly, he got out of bed and searched for the towel on the floor, then scooped it up and wrapped it around his waist. He cleared his throat. “I…have some work to do.”
She sat upright, still naked, then pulled the sheet to cover herself and slipped out of the bed. Flushing, she draped herself with the sheet and nodded. “Of course. I-I’ll go back to my room. Have a good night.”
Chapter Five
“Good morning, my dear nephew,” Uncle Horace said as he strolled into Theo’s office without a care in the world.
Theo lifted his gaze from the screen to his uncle. Annoyance threaded inside his gut, but he brushed it aside. The less he showed the man how he despised him, the better—it would give his uncle less power.
And power was exactly what he aimed to steal from his uncle—by marrying Talia.
“Morning, Horace. How can I help you?”
His uncle had the good genes from the Rhodes family, and, at sixty years old, had a tanned complexion and strappy physique that gave him a younger look. He was Theo’s father’s younger sibling and also the most ambitious one. The one who would drive their company to the ground if he had his way.
Horace glanced around the office, nodding to himself. “There’s a board meeting next week, and I thought I’d talk to you first to avoid the same fiasco from last time.”
“You mean when I tried to open the eyes of the fellow members?” Theo asked, flicking his screen off and rocking in his chair. Minus Talia’s father, the other board members all held enough stock to make a difference if they agreed with Horace’s plans. Or hell, if they were in on it.
By marrying Talia, everything would change. Theo would have access to her family’s stocks and would regain the control of the empire his grandfather started decades ago. Determination thrummed in his veins.
“What’s your grand idea this time?” Theo asked for the sake of asking. Horace had probably found another way to get money. Being co-president gave him unfair advantages, and the internal audit Theo had requested hadn’t gathered enough evidence to strip his uncle of his position. How convenient for Horace.
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