“I know you do. It sucks I can’t have you with me every night.” Clayton makes his way over to my side where I’m resting on the couch. “There’s a lot we could do, you know.” He grips the bottom of my shirt and slowly lifts it. “I can make you feel good. Every. Night.”
We stare at each other, and I wait. He pauses and I’m internally yelling at him to keep going.
“I think you should show me what you mean.”
Clayton’s smile turns dangerous so I rush out of his arms and he quickly follows, catching me in an instant and taking me to his bedroom.
“I think I need to teach you a lesson.”
“Please do.” I tease him with my words and move quickly so I’m the one on top, straddling him. “What’s the lesson?”
“I’d rather show you.”
Chapter Six
Ashley
I make myself a cup of tea and sit on Clayton’s balcony, watching the sunrise touching Seattle. The city I’m so in love with because all my dreams are coming true. I have the perfect boyfriend, a wonderful career, and I couldn’t ask for better family and friends.
Sometimes I think I’m dreaming and when I wake up everything that’s made me happy these last few months will disappear. It scares me to no end. There are so many times I tell myself to stay positive and everything will work out. I’ve been reading books about the law of attraction and every night I write in my journal and I always end it with something good.
The cool breeze on my face makes me feel alive. There’s nothing more I can possibly want at this time. I close my eyes and remember the words from Clayton last night. Promising to love me and keep me safe. My heart swells with so much love. More love than I can imagine. I don’t think it’s possible to be this happy, but I am this happy.
I feel his hand on my shoulder and tip my head back, puckering my lips for a kiss.
“Good morning, girlfriend.”
“Good morning, boyfriend.”
I watch Clayton sit next to me and place his hand on my knee. Both of us are silent for a beat.
“When I woke up this morning, I got scared. I didn’t know where you were and for a second, I thought you left me.”
I turn my head to face him and looked into his eyes. They way our eyes held their gaze on one another causes my heart to leap from my chest and not be able to catch my breath. All the insecurities are out the window. The way Clayton’s looking at me, waiting for me to tell him his fears aren’t true, is chipping away at the last remaining walls around my heart.
I smile and lean in to whisper against his lips, “I told you I’m not leaving you. I keep my word. You’re mine, Clayton.”
“Just like you’re mine.”
“Yes.”
His fingers trace along my bottom lip and he presses his lips on mine for a gentle kiss. “When we first met, I didn’t think anything would happen between us. I have my own demons, as you know, and it scares me to know how much I love you because, Ashley, I love you so damn much. I feel that since you’ve been in my life, my heart’s healing. I’m a better man because of you.”
My body trembles with his kiss and his words. I don’t interrupt him, and he continues.
“I think about you all the time. You’re my first thought in the morning and the last smile I see at night. There’s not a day that goes by I don’t wonder about our future and what it holds for us. I want to take away all your insecurities and throw them in the ocean because you don’t need to feel that way again. If you do, let me know, let me in, and I’ll heal those feelings like the way you’ve healed my heart.”
I’ve never felt as alive as I do right now. His lips go to mine and without breaking our kiss, he leads me inside. I wrap my arms around his neck and he lifts me and carries me into the bedroom. When he places me on the bed, he lifts my shirt and places his lips on my body, fondling my breasts and taking his time to cherish me.
“Oh, yes,” I moan, throwing my head back as my body shudders from this moment.
“I can’t get enough of you,” Clayton tells me, as he slides my shorts down my legs and runs his fingers along my entrance. “Always ready for me.”
“Clayton, please.”
He slowly rubs his thumb against my clit and slides two fingers in a way that makes my body scream for more. I’m on cloud nine. That’s the only way to explain the pleasure he’s giving me. He starts moving his fingers faster, pulling me to the edge, and letting me fall into a blissful state.
“Tell me, Ashley, what do you want?”
He places his hands on the side of my head, holding himself up, and staring at me. When he lowers himself, we kiss, and I slowly lose myself to him. I don’t want this moment to end.
“I want you to make love to me. I want you to hold me after and tell me how you feel.”
Clayton kisses me again and smiles before slowly pushing himself inside me. I let out a small gasp and pull him down to me. I open my mouth to him, and slowly slip my tongue into his mouth. He does the same. Our tongues dance while he finds an even rhythm as he pushes himself inside me.
“You feel so good,” he whispers in my ear while picking up the pace. I hear him moaning with me and he continues to make sweet love to me. “Don’t leave me.”
“I’ll never leave you, Clayton. I promise.”
Then I feel the build up and I dig my nails into his back.
“Shit, Ashley.”
The orgasm builds quickly and takes me down with it. The rush of pleasure sweeps over my body and in seconds he’s calling out my name and my body vibrates from the intensity of him.
He starts to kiss my neck and I giggle. I love these moments with him. We get up to use the bathroom and I come back into his bedroom and slip on one of his T-shirts.
“You should wear my shirts more. It looks good on you.”
“You think so?” I twirl around and feel his arms pull me into his chest. “I guess so.”
“I love you, Ashley. More than I’ve ever loved anyone. Hell, I don’t think I’ve been in love. This is new to me. Everything you’re doing is something I haven’t felt.”
I have no idea what to say. I’m speechless. Everything this man is saying is making me love him more.
“I’ve known since the first day you walked into the coffee shop. If you want me to love you, I know I’ll love you forever. The way you look at me with your beautiful brown eyes and the way you smile at me when I do something so small. Promise me again you won’t leave me.”
“I promise.”
I bury my face into his neck and he holds me for what seems to be forever. This is what love feels like.
I don’t want it to end.
Chapter Seven
Ashley
The unexpected can sometimes bring good news. In this case I’m not sure how to feel. Part of me is happy and the other part is terrified. I don’t know what to say or what to do. In a few minutes, your life can easily change. There are so many people in the world who would love to be in my shoes. Once I know everything I need to know, then it’ll be easier to feel safe.
Gina’s sitting with me in the bathroom. We’re both quiet. My head rests on her lap, and I have no idea what to do or what to think. I can’t cry. I can’t do much of anything. The only thing I can do is stare at the two lines.
It’s been six months since Clayton and I have been together.
Six months.
We stopped using condoms because I was on the pill. I never missed a pill. I always took it on time. Every day.
“This can’t be happening,” I finally let out.
“When’s he coming back?”
“Tonight.”
Clayton’s been gone since the team had an away game. Since I was working, I couldn’t join him. The team won last night and he was happy. The players were in great shape and no one was injured.
“What am I going to do?”
Gina continues to play with my hair. She knows I won’t terminate the pregnancy. Working with babies every day, I can’t i
magine doing that.
“You need to tell him,” she encourages me. “You can’t keep this from him.”
“I know.” I wipe the tears from my eyes. “Everything’s going so well. He’s not going to understand.”
“Girl, yes he is. Don’t think he won’t. He loves you and you love him.”
We recently said I love you and I know he does. I know he’ll stay by my side and help me through this. We’re strong and together we can handle anything that comes our way.
“Should I go over now?”
“I think so, honey.”
I get up from the bathroom floor and grab my phone from the counter. When I unlock the screen, there are a few messages from him.
Clayton: Hey, babe. Things are going really well. Just had dinner so I should be at my apartment soon. Can you spend the night? I need to see my girl.
Ashley: Hi! Yes of course. I’m on my way.
I put the phone down and think about how this is going to happen, because it’s happening. There’s no denying.
I’m pregnant.
I use my key to let myself into Clayton’s apartment. He comes around the corner and instantly smiles when he sees me.
“Congratulations on the amazing win. How are you feeling?”
He rushes over and picks me up, spinning me. “Great. The guys are in good spirits. You missed Will. He dropped me off and came in for a second. He was telling me that you and Meg are friends. That’s awesome.”
“Yeah, I met her a few weeks ago. I didn’t think we were at the same hospital, and I didn’t think to ask you. She’s so nice.”
“She is. We should double-date with them. Next time you see Meg, make sure you plan something with her. It’ll be fun.”
I nod. That’s the only thing I can do. I let out a breath and breathe in again. I watch the way Clayton excitedly tells me about the team and this win. It’s monumental. Plus, all the players are healthy, which is a first.
“I’m meeting with the coaches tomorrow morning to talk more about what needs to be done to get the team in better health. It’s crazy. This is the first time in years no one is hurt. I didn’t think I could do it. They’re working hard on the stretches.”
“I’m so happy for you.” I muster the words out of my mouth. I keep my tone light and happy. “I have something to tell you and I don’t know where to start.”
Clayton’s brows furrow and concern is etched on his face. “Babe, what’s going on? You okay? You look a little pale. Do you want me to make you tea?”
“I’m pregnant.”
That just happened. It didn’t go the way I wanted, but it happened. It’s out there and he knows. The universe has the news and I pray he’s going to be understanding and stick by my side.
“What?” Clayton bursts out laughing. “That’s funny. You’re a jokester.”
“What? No. I’m not joking. Clayton, I took seven tests. I mean, I still have to go to the doctor to make sure, but I’m pregnant. There’s nothing joking about this. I wouldn’t joke about this.”
He quickly gets up from the couch and paces the living room. I feel bad for doing this. Maybe I should’ve kept it to myself and broken up with him.
“I’m sorry. I mean I took my pills on time, every day. I don’t know how this could’ve happened.”
“You’re probably still early or whatever. It’s not a big deal. Go to your doctor, confirm it, and then you know what to do.”
“What? I don’t know what you mean.”
Clayton laughs and sits back down. “You can’t be serious. We haven’t been together for long. We’re not even living with each other. My career is starting to grow. I can’t have this happening to me.”
“Happening to you?” I repeat and move back from him. “This is happening to us. I didn’t do this on my own. You’re part of this too.”
“I can’t be a dad, Ashley. We’re twenty-three years old. We’re not having a baby. I’m not ready to be a dad.”
I get up from the couch. I can’t be near him. This is insane. The man I love is telling me he can’t be a dad to his own child.
“I’m scared too, but we made a baby together. I don’t know what you want me to say. You told me you’d love me forever. I let you all the way in. The walls around my heart are gone because of you. Did you even mean what you said to me that morning in your bedroom?”
“Of course I did. I never lied to you about loving you.”
I rush over to his side and grab his hand, holding on for dear life. “Then love me. Love us.”
“Tell me you’ll take care of the problem.”
“Problem?” I’m shocked at his choice of words. Immediately I let go of his hand and walk away from him. “This isn’t a problem.”
“It’s a huge problem. I need time away. We need a break. This isn’t happening to me.” Clayton moves away from me and leaves me standing alone in the middle of his living room. “I’m twenty-three years old. I can’t have a baby.”
The door to his bedroom slams shut and I realize how alone I am. Placing my hand on my stomach, I make my way to the door and let it shut behind me.
“It’s us against the world, baby. You and me. I won’t ever leave you or let you down. I promise.”
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Breaking the Rules
Breaking the Rules
by Dani René
Breaking the Rules
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Prologue
I got the job.
Tyler Masterson hired me.
And even though I would love to beg him to fuck me, I know I have to keep a professional appearance at all times. One of the most well-known playboys in the city, he’s become something of a legend. His name is whispered by women who want to fuck him and spit out by women who have fucked him.
The moment I walked into his office, I felt my body respond to whatever pheromones he was emitting. It was as if he wore sex as a cologne, and he spoke with a low, deep rumble I’m sur
e could be bottled as an aphrodisiac.
But as much as I wouldn’t mind breaking the rules with him, I know it would be a mistake. His reputation precedes him, and I certainly don’t want to be another notch on his bedpost. I don’t want to be whispered about as the brand-new assistant who fell into bed with the boss to land her the gig.
I’m a professional.
I can do this and ignore my attraction to him.
I’m sure of it.
Tyler
Two weeks. Ten working days.
One hot, unforgettable night.
What the fuck was I thinking when I sank my dick into my assistant? Not a damn thing. Because all my blood had found its way to my erection, turning me to steel. The conference was important to Masterson Attorneys. It went well. So well, in fact, I’d asked Hope to celebrate with me.
Two bottles of champagne later, we’d decided to take the party to my suite. It was innocent until I turned the music on. Hope decided to show me her moves. This included her swaying her hips, rubbing her hands over her generous tits, and twirling her hair in a way that had me wanting to fist those golden locks and tug them back while I fucked her ruthlessly.
A knock at the door drags me from the memory of feeling her tight pussy around my cock. “What?” I bite out. As soon as the door swings open with a soft whoosh, I’m met with the woman in question. “Hope.”
“Tyl—Mr. Masterson, the meeting is about to start,” she mumbles with a rosy blush darkening her fair skin, which only serves to remind me how beautifully she glowed when she unraveled beneath me. Her voice is tentative, wary even. She should be, because I’m tense, and I’m dying to take her again.
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