Undeniable Attractions: The Too Bad Series Contemporary Romance Box Set

by Emma Vikes

  Only you, Mike!

  Only you are able to kiss me this way and make me lose complete control of my senses. I thought briefly before I lost the ability to think. The way he was making me feel had consumed my senses in whole.

  “I’ve fallen for you too,” I found myself whispering repeatedly in between kisses. Soon, my chant changed. “I want you,” I heard myself saying over and over again, softly biting his lips and whispering into his mouth.

  I wasn’t shocked, neither was I ashamed at what I was saying or feeling. Mike knew how to awaken the fire within me with just a kiss, leaving me craving and wriggling with desire.

  “I want you,” I said once more while reaching out and touching the bulge in his pants that I knew was going to be there, causing him to gasp lightly in my mouth.

  With blinding speed, he lifted me up and took me to the couch in his office, kissing me all the way. He laid me gently on the couch and stood to look at me. My eyes trailed all over his body, as his were trailing over mine. Finally, my eyes settled on the bulge in his pants.

  Feeling naughtier and more adventurous than I had in years, I moved forward and knelt down in front of the bulge, kissing it lightly.

  “What are you doing?” I heard him grunt.

  “Shhhhh! Just watch,” I said as I unzipped his pants, shifted his briefs slightly and pulled out his penis through the zip hole which was almost at full erection.

  He had pleasured me immensely with his lips in Chicago. Now, it was time for me to return the favour. I reached out with my lips and kissed it lightly. With the pants no longer an obstacle, the sensation was stronger causing him to gasp.

  I looked up at him with a wicked glint in my eyes, before proceeding to take his penis in my mouth. I used my hands to stroke the length of the shaft as I licked and sucked lightly at the cap. The muscles in his legs went taut as he struggled with the sensation that was coursing through him. Seeing him in the throes of pleasure spurred me on.

  With every move of my head forward, I took in more length of the shaft, before retreating back to cap in a back and forth motion. My hand continued to massage the parts of the shaft that remained. Having conquered half of the shaft length, I proceeded to unbuckle his belt and relieve him of his pant trousers and briefs. With both clothing items lying in a pile beside his feet, I proceeded to lift his erection in my hand and suck on his scrotum, driving him wild with pleasure.

  “What the fuck!” He grunted out loudly as I continued to suck, and stroke and gurgle and lick.

  Finally, I left his balls and went ahead to take the full length of his erection in my mouth with the tip pushing down my throat. I suppressed the urge to gag as my throat muscles threatened to react involuntarily. Suddenly, he moaned loudly and stiffened while his penis began pulsing in a manner that suggested he was in the middle of an orgasm.

  The first of the hot liquid hit the back of my throat and I immediately pulled back and swallowed, leaving about half the shaft length remaining in my mouth. He continued to spurt as I licked his cap clean of sperm, swallowing as I went along.

  “Oh my God!” He swore when he’d finally recovered from his orgasm.

  I, however, didn’t give his penis any breathing space and soon enough, he was back at full erection. I finally pulled it out of my mouth and looked up at him.

  “Are you going to return the favour or not?” I asked, with a sultry tone.

  He reached down and pulled me up before pushing me back into the couch. He pulled my undies and raised my skirt up. My scent filled the office as I was already wet and waiting with desire. Slowly, he pushed his erection into me causing me to gasp.

  I began mumbling jargons as he pulled back and came in again. I opened my blouse and began playing with my erect nipples underneath my bra.

  “Fuck me baby,” I cried as the speed of his thrust increased.

  He simply grunted in approval as he continued to slam into me, every thrust bringing me closer to an explosion.

  “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” I continued to cry in pleasure.

  My orgasm crept up on me, stealthily. One minute I was crying in encouragement and the next, I was convulsing in ecstasy. A sharp cry escaped my lips as I went over the edge, turning my eyes white and clenching my fists. The walls of my vagina contracted in spasms and still, Mike pounded.

  Each orgasm flowed into the next, turning me into a puddle of screams and trembles. Sometime in the middle of the orgasm wave, Mike’s muscles also tensed as he grunted loudly. I felt the warm liquid fill my vagina but even I was lost in the clouds of ecstasy to have any control whatsoever.

  Eventually, we collapsed on the couch, exhausted.

  “I love you,” I blurted out, surprising even myself.

  Why the hell did I just say that? I thought to myself. Not like it was a lie, but I had just succeeded in getting Mike back. Now I was going to send him running away again.

  Maybe he didn’t hear me. I finally convinced myself as he remained silent on top of me.

  Good. I thought, as I had escaped another awkward situation.

  After what seemed like an eternity, he finally spoke. “I love you, too.”

  What the fuck! I thought, as my pulse quickened.

  He heard me. And...and he loves me too.

  Tears began to streak down my cheeks once more.

  CHAPTER 13

  Mike

  I OPENED MY EYES TO find Theresa’s head on my chest, for the second time within two weeks.

  After we’d cleaned up and left the office, I’d offered to drop her at home. On the way, she’d suggested we stop and get some more food. I obliged, seeing as I was already starting to feel hungry again. Having about five slices of pizza in a whole day was definitely not enough.

  While we waited for our take-away orders, I blurted out that I wanted her to come home with me. I was still reeling from the discovery that she was in love with me, same as I was in love with her. She’d said it immediately after our love making session and I’d responded after minutes of mulling it over; not because I didn’t love her, but because I was thinking of the consequences of telling her that I did. Eventuality, I’d gone against all logic and common sense and told her that I loved her too.

  With the rush of emotions still coursing through my veins, I’d then gone ahead to ask her to come home with me while we waited.

  Her expression had been one of pure delight. “Really? You want me to come home with you?”

  “Well if you don’t want to, it’s fine. I just thought it was...”

  “Yes, I will,” she answered with glee, cutting me off mid-sentence.

  We’d gotten home and eaten our take-away orders. I’d opened a bottle of wine afterwards and by the end of the night, we’d ended up in bed once more, making love as the night slowly faded into morning.

  Now she was lying on my chest and sleeping soundly as she had done in the hotel room; only this time however, I wasn’t going to be sneaking out to another room to spare her the shame.

  After staring at her for what seemed like an eternity, I decided to head down to the kitchen and make breakfast.

  As I tried shifting, she responded from her sleep. “And where do you think you are going?” She growled, clutching me tighter.

  “I’m going downstairs, honey.” I chuckled.

  “You are not leaving me again,” she insisted.

  “I’m never leaving you again,” I assured her. “I just want to get us breakfast.”

  After a brief second, she agreed to let me go and turned over in bed.

  I chuckled at the conversation that had played out as I got out of bed, dressed up and walked downstairs to the kitchen.

  The aroma of omelettes and toast greeted me as I walked through the kitchen door.

  “Morning, Mr. Gordon,” Alberta hollered from behind the open door of the refrigerator, stunning me.

  I’d forgotten she usually came in on Saturdays as she was always done and gone by the time I normally got out of bed. As she
shut the door, she emerged with a carton of fresh orange juice.

  “Morning, Alberta,” I responded as I glanced around the kitchen.

  Not only had she cleaned up after us, it also seemed like she had prepared breakfast; for two. Following the direction of my gaze, she responded with a wink. “For you and your guest.”

  In five years, she had definitely stumbled into the house to meet me in company of a beautiful female. It wasn’t a hard task figuring out how she had known that someone was upstairs in the bedroom with me. We’d left clues all over the place last night; discarded clothes littering the way from the kitchen to the bedroom, an empty wine bottle and two wine glasses, Theresa’s bag, the clues were everywhere.

  Alberta filled the glass cups on the tray with the juice and returned the pack to the fridge. She turned and motioned for me to pick up the tray and take it to the room.

  “Bon apetite,” she announced, slinging a towel over her shoulder and walking away to another part of the house.

  I laughed at the gesture and proceeded to pick the breakfast tray, turning and heading for the bedroom.

  As I walked into the bedroom, Theresa turned in bed.

  “That was so fast. Or did I sleep off again? I was struggling to get out of bed and come join you,” she said, sitting up.

  “My housekeeper apparently is the heroine in this story. She’d already made breakfast for the both of us by the time I got downstairs,” I responded as I laid the tray on the bed, beside her.

  I undressed and climbed into bed as Theresa sorted out the plates, handing mine over to me.

  As we munched away, she started a conversation.

  “So, what now?”

  “Now, we eat and most likely go back to sleep,” I responded, sarcastically.

  “No, silly. I’m referring to us.” She chuckled.

  “I know,” I said, before going ahead to stuff my mouth with toast.

  “Well?” She asked, sounding a little impatient.

  “Well, as of 8 pm last night, you became my girlfriend,” I answered, bluntly. There was no need for us to play hide and seek games with our feelings anymore.

  I looked up at her and found that she was blushing. I leaned forward and pecked her cheeks, causing her to blush even harder.

  “But can we keep this new development out of the office?” I interjected, quickly.

  “Like letting it be our little secret?” She asked with a childish glint in her eye.

  “More than that. We can’t let anyone at work know that we are involved. Within the confines of the office, we must remain professional at all times. That also means no repeat of last night whether during or after work hours. Can you do that?”

  “As long as I get to have my boyfriend back once we leave the office, I’m good.” She teased in response.

  “I’m serious, Theresa. Our careers could be marred by this if we aren’t careful. Do we have a deal?” I insisted.

  “Sure, we do! Relax, baby. I got you.” She winked, causing me to smile.

  “You are something else,” I said, laughing.

  CHAPTER 14

  Theresa

  THE WEEKEND WENT BY like a breeze beside Mike.

  After spending practically all day in bed on Saturday, we’d gone shopping for clothes for me, after which Mike had taken me to see a late movie. After changing into one of the gowns we’d gotten earlier, we’d had dinner before going to hang out at a lounge.

  Thanks to the alcohol and good music, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other by the time we got home.

  I’d woken up on Sunday before him and decided I was going to be the one to get us breakfast in bed as he had done the previous day. I’d run into his housekeeper downstairs who like the previous day, had already made us breakfast. We’d talked for a bit and become fast friends probably owing to our common ethnicity or the fact that I felt like I was talking with a big aunt of mine.

  I’d gotten our food then and walked back to the bedroom to meet Mike, awake. After eating, the day had melted into one fun activity after another. It had been a while I’d been this happy and content to just be beside a man I was completely in love with.

  By afternoon, Marissa had called me. The plan was to leave Mike’s house in the evening even though he was offering to take me shopping for clothes I could wear tomorrow so I wouldn’t have to go back home just yet. But with Marissa’s call and playing the emotional blackmail card, I was going to have to leave earlier than planned so I could go spend some time with her.

  The first words out of her mouth had been her swearing at me.

  “So, you’ve decided to forget about me and relegate me to your past, right?”

  “Bitch, what are you going on about? We talk almost every day,” I retorted.

  “So, I’m supposed to survive and be grateful for our talks? When last did you get to see me? When last did we hang out? Do you even know the pressing issues I’m dealing with right now?” She’d railed on.

  “Girl, shut up. You ain’t dealing with nothing,” I said, laughing hysterically.

  “That’s what you think. But I am in pain at the moment. In fact, I propose that you meet me right now or sometime this afternoon so I can tell you about it.”

  I’d continued laughing. Of course, she wasn’t going through any pain or crises. She just wanted to see me and get to hang out with her best friend. To be honest, I also wanted to see her. So much had gone on in my life, especially with the Mike situation that I hadn’t told her about; not because I didn’t trust her enough to tell her, but because I was scared she would scold me. She would have definitely scolded me if I had told her about Chicago as well as this past week.

  I already imagined the shock on her face as well as the words that she’d have uttered from her lips with a scream.

  “What the hell were you thinking? Do you want me to slap some sense into you?” I chuckled at the thought. Marissa was the sweet guardian angel that always looked out for me. I couldn’t imagine life without her.

  My mind returned to the conversation and after the back and forth, with the accusations of who abandoned who and counter accusations, we decided to meet at the ice cream shop close to her salon.

  By the time I was leaving, Mike was clinging on to me like a toddler who didn’t want to let go of his mama. It was both cute and delightful, almost causing me to turn and walk back into the house after having cancelled with Marissa that is.

  I’d maintained my resolve and kissed him before running into the cab, giving him no opportunity to drag me back. I giggled as I waved him goodbye with him making cry faces.

  In such a short time, I’d fallen in love with the man. I really needed to tell Marissa what had happened.

  As the cab sped towards the ice cream shop, a thought crossed my mind.

  Isn’t it too soon? Aren’t we moving too fast? What if he ends up cheating on me like Simon did? Can I survive another heart break?

  I banished the thoughts from my mind as soon as they materialised. I wasn’t going to live in fear of having the same fate befall me twice. I distracted myself with the sites that flew by my cab window, all the while reminiscing about the time I’d spent with Mike.

  By the time we arrived at the ice cream shop, I was already teary eyed from all the pleasant memories.

  Look at how it started, and now we’re here. I thought, as I stepped down and paid the cab driver.

  “Did you lose weight?” Marissa exclaimed sarcastically, from somewhere behind me. She’d definitely been waiting for me outside even though I hadn’t seen her. “Tell me who I’m going to kill for putting you through such stress,” she threatened.

  “Will you shut it?” I berated even though her comments had driven me into a fit of laughter. “Aww, I missed you, girl.” I finished as I walked into her already open arms.

  “There is a glow about you,” she said as she held me out and inspected my face. “Come! You are going to tell me all about it,” she said as she dragged me behind her, heading for the
door of the ice cream shop.

  “And the pain you wanted to tell me about?” I asked mockingly, as I was dragged along.

  “What pain?” She queried before remembering the lie she had told on the phone. “Oh...that pain. Don’t worry. I’ve been healed. It’s a miracle.”

  “When?” I said, aghast.

  “Just now, sweetie. As I gazed upon your lovely beaming face, I became whole again.”

  “You’re such a bloody liar,” I said, laughing as we reached the door.

  CHAPTER 15

  Mike

  BY MONDAY MORNING, I was uncharacteristically exhausted. For the first time since I’d started working at Alpha Consults, I walked into the office late.

  My body hadn’t gotten a chance to rest properly.

  After spending almost all weekend with Theresa, I’d gone on a movie watching spree in front of my television, half paying attention and half reminiscing about my relationship so far with her. I’d fallen asleep on the couch and was too weak and in pains by the time Monday morning arrived.

  As the GM, I could actually come in late and not have to answer to anyone, but seeing as my leadership model was by example, I felt awkward walking into the office at 10 am. I’d even pretended to be on the phone and talking really fast, giving the impression that I was busy and probably just coming from a meeting.

  By the time I reached my office, the whole charade I’d put up had made me even more exhausted than when I’d arrived initially. I walked in with my back, answering my secretary, before shutting the door and leaning my head on it.

  “Good morning, Mr. Gordon.”

  “Jesus!” I jumped and turned to see Theresa and Greg sitting on the couch in my office. “You startled me,” I said as I walked towards my chair.

  “Are you alright? You look sick,” Greg said, while Theresa used her eyes to question me.

  “I’m fine, Greg. Just had a long weekend, that’s all,” I responded as they both stood up and approached my table.