Trashy Conquest

by Gemma James

  16. Conquest

  Jules

  I navigate work in a nervous, exhausted daze, almost as if I’m back in my apartment the morning after he left to tell his wife he wanted a divorce. I can’t concentrate worth shit. Fear twists my insides, and the oatmeal I ate for breakfast threatens to come back up. I can only imagine what a loved one’s attempted suicide can do to someone, how it can mess with a person’s head, causing them to take stock of their life.

  What if he realizes he’s still in love with her?

  The more time that passes, the more I’m consumed with negative thoughts. What if he chooses to stay because of what she’s going through? If I know one thing about Cash, it’s that he’s an honorable man, despite the fact that we haven’t been able to keep our hands off of each other.

  By the time the lunch hour arrives, the atmosphere at Mont Center is downright morose. The news of Monica’s attempted suicide and subsequent hospitalization hit the media after Cash left the building. To escape the melancholy, I decide to spend my lunch hour down the street at the deli I frequent during the workweek. I’ve just settled in, prepared to spend the hour working to keep my mind off of Cash and what Monica’s return might mean for us, when my phone dings with a text message.

  Cash: Can you meet me at your place?

  I raise a brow at that, and awareness tingles down my spine. The illogical sensation that everyone in the cafe knows exactly what’s going on between my boss and me prickles the back of my neck. I peruse the tables nearby in search of accusatory gazes.

  Of course, there are none. I’m not even on the radar of these people. I’m just another face in a crowd of cardboard cups, open laptops, and soups and sandwiches.

  And I’m guilty and without shame for wanting to go home in the middle of a workday and get Cash naked in my bed, circumstances be damned.

  Me: You want me to meet you there now?

  Cash: Yes, I’m already here.

  The sharp fear in my gut takes another slow turn, jabbing deeper. This seems…urgent.

  Me: Is something wrong? Is your wife going to be okay?

  Cash: She’s okay. I just need to see you.

  I gather my stuff and text him that I’m on my way as I leave the cafe. But I can’t help but wonder why he needs to see me now. I’m relieved Monica Montgomery is going to be okay, but I’m also terrified that for whatever reason, Cash changed his mind and can’t bring himself to leave her. The woman is in the hospital after trying to kill herself, and all I can think about is how it will affect my relationship with Cash.

  Yeah, I’m definitely going to hell.

  My pulse reaches an anxious speed before I’ve made it a full block down the road. The weather is on the chillier side today, since the city is under the cover of clouds, but my skin is flushed, my palms sweaty. Equal amounts of excitement and apprehension rush through my veins. Ten short minutes later, I reach my building, and I don’t know whether to beg him not to go back to her, or jump him right there in the alley.

  The instant our eyes meet, heat flares between my legs. He’s incredibly sexy in his charcoal suit, hair mussed from the autumn breeze, eyes gleaming like polished pewter as he takes me in from the blond waves falling down my back to the sandaled heels on my feet. There’s no disguising the desire in his expression.

  “Come here,” he says, reaching out a hand.

  I slip my hand into his, and he’s as urgent as I am, lacing our fingers together and ushering me up the stairs. I barely have my door unlocked before his mouth descends, tongue subduing mine in a play for power. He groans into my mouth as we stumble inside, nothing but a tangle of lips, limbs, and lust.

  The door slams shut, enclosing us in coveted privacy, and Cash pushes me against the wall, pinning my hands above my head. The bulge in his pants grinds into my belly.

  “God help me, but I need you right now.”

  I release a shaky breath. He studies my face, no doubt searching the lines of uncertainty I’m sure are there, because I’ve always worn my heart on my sleeve.

  “What’s wrong?” he asks.

  “I was scared.”

  A furrow creases his brows. “Of what?”

  “Almost losing her like that…I thought you’d change your mind and go back to her.”

  The confused lines of his face smooth out. “That’s not even a remote possibility.” He wedges a thigh between my legs. “And neither is another interruption. Nothing and no one is getting between us again.”

  “How can you be so sure?”

  “Because my phone is shut off, and your door is locked,” he says, reaching over to turn the deadbolt. “And because I cleared the rest of the schedule and told Beth I won’t be back today.”

  “What about your wife? Aren’t you needed at the hospital?”

  “Doctor has her on sedatives,” he whispers between open-mouthed kisses down my neck. “We have all the time in the world, Jules. I’m not leaving here until we’re both satisfied.”

  He hauls me into his arms, and the long stride of his legs propel us toward my bedroom. My heartbeat takes off in a gallop. He drops me onto the mattress and reaches for his tie. I sit up and remove my top. My breath quickens as he takes off his shirt. The room is quiet, save for the soughing of breaths and the flutter of clothing hitting the floor.

  I lie back on the mattress, aroused and naked, and watch, entranced, as he pulls his zipper down and exposes his erection. He removes a foil packet from his wallet before kicking off his slacks, and I spread my trembling legs, more desperate for him than I’ve ever been as he rolls on the condom.

  There’s no foreplay.

  Cash takes me in pure conquest, his muscular body pinning me to the bed as he thrusts into me.

  We both gasp, lips an inch apart.

  His girth is massive, stretching me to my limit and making me achingly full, from my heart to my pussy. Everything inside me is overflowing. There’s nothing slow or gentle or even calculated in the way he moves.

  He’s driven by pure animal instinct as he fucks me. I respond in kind, arching up to meet the forceful plunders of his cock as I rake my fingernails down the rippling muscles in his back. A cry blasts off my lips with each jabbing thrust of his shaft.

  “Feels so good,” I whimper.

  “Fucking incredible,” he huffs against my lips. “God, I love you.”

  It’s not the first time he’s said he loves me, but something about the way he says it now hits me square in the chest. I’m overcome by blinding emotion, and frantic to get closer, to crawl inside his skin and become one with him. He sends me spiraling out of control, shooting pure lust to every nerve ending in my body, making me tremble with the need for more.

  “I want on top,” I say, planting my palms against his chest. He rolls us, and I mount him, my body arching, the hardened peaks of my breasts rising as my hips take on the motion of riding the man underneath me.

  “Jesus, Jules. The things I want to do to you.”

  “What’s stopping you?” Inch by huge inch, I take his cock again and again until he’s groaning with each slide of my pussy.

  “Don’t want to scare you away.” He grabs me by the hips, guiding the pace, forcing himself deeper.

  “I can’t be scared away. I love how dominant you are in bed.”

  The way he looks at me is a bolt to the heart, reminding me of the first moment I laid eyes on him. That connection with him steals my breath. I hasten the pace, taking his cock faster and deeper, driven by the tightness in my groin and the liquid heat pooling around his shaft.

  Slamming my palms against his chest, I curl my fingers, nails biting into his skin. “I’m so close.”

  He tightens his grip on my waist and jerks up to meet me, burying himself balls deep. “Touch yourself.” The command is a breathless rasp on his lips as he watches me from below, his powerful body drenched in sweat and straining between my thighs.

  Holy hell, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life.

  Cash is
animalistic in conquest, beauty in surrender, and utterly captivating as the ember of his gaze scorches me. I reach between us and rub my clit, and thirty seconds is all it takes before I liquefy around his cock.

  “Cash!” His name launches into my bedroom until it’s ringing in my ears, a tireless echo off the walls. A shudder seizes my limbs, and I fall onto his chest in a blanket of sweat as an orgasm rips through me.

  He yanks my head back, hand a tight fist in my locks, and pulls me into a demanding kiss full of need and conquer. We’re still moving as one, rutting like animals, and another wave of ecstasy soars through me.

  “Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” The sinful prayer is a mantra on my tongue as I pulse around his cock. My second orgasm sends him into feverish abandon. With a growl, he flips us and yanks my left leg over his shoulder, delivering each conquering thrust as quick and desperate as the last. When he comes, it’s with the oath of my name on his lips.

  17. Pillow Talk

  Cash

  My heartbeat takes forever to return to normal. At some point, I roll to my back and nestle her against my side. She throws one leg over mine, and her fingers dance across my abs. Her cheek is warm on my chest, the gentle rise and fall of her lungs a sleep-inducing song to my ears. After the stress of the day, I’m ready to surrender to the heaviness of my lids, if only for a few minutes.

  “How did you meet Monica?” Her voice startles me back to the here and now, and though Monica is the last person I want to talk about, I understand why Jules is curious.

  “I can’t remember the exact moment we met. Our families have been close for decades, so I think we always just knew each other.”

  “Were you close growing up?”

  “For the most part, yeah. Monica was like an annoying little sister to Kade and me. We used to play in the mud together.” I laugh at the memory. “Roni would get so pissed at us for corrupting her daughter.”

  “When did friendship change to more?”

  I walk two fingers down Jules’ arm, thinking back to my youth. “In high school. One day I woke up and noticed she wasn’t a kid anymore. But nothing happened until years after college.” The clouds thicken beyond the bedroom window, obscuring the sun, and I find the weather a perfect match for where this conversation is headed. “At some point, she fell for my brother.”

  Jules widens her eyes. “That must have been awkward.”

  I shift until we’re lying face-to-face. “I found out the day she went missing. He was screwing her before we got married, and I had no idea anything was going on between them.”

  “I’m sorry,” she says, palming my cheek, and I hate the pity I spy in her expression.

  I press a finger to her lips. “Don’t apologize. I know I’m an idiot for not seeing it sooner, but I don’t want your pity.” The pad of my finger drops from her soft lips, and she darts her tongue out to wet them.

  “You’re not an idiot, Cash. You gave them your trust, and they broke it.”

  “Even so, I feel like a fool. Monica has always been harder to read, but Kaden is my twin. I should’ve known.”

  “What if you had known? Would it have changed anything?”

  I think back to all the hellish months, to Monica’s mood swings and frigid stares. To the way she shut me out without explanation or recourse, and a heavy sense of saddened rage ignites in my gut. Her honesty could have saved us both so much heartache.

  “Yeah, it would’ve changed things. I wouldn’t have gone down this road with her if I’d known she had a history with my brother.” I push Jules to her back, pressing her into the mattress. “But then I might not have met you, so I wouldn’t change a thing.”

  A small smile graces her lips. “I’m glad we met.”

  “Me too,” I murmur, touching my mouth to hers in a brief kiss. “What about you? You were running from something the day we met. You never did tell me all the details.”

  The light in her eyes dims a little as she nibbles on her lower lip. “I got into a huge fight with Chris over money and his drinking. It was getting bad.” She pauses, and I’d do anything to take away the dark shadow of pain rolling over her face. “We broke up for the thousandth time, and I went to the club and got wasted.”

  “And slept with your married boss,” I finish for her. I don’t know much about what happened back in Oklahoma, but I remember her telling me that much. It’s not every day a potential employee is so direct in an interview.

  “I don’t even remember it. I woke up the next morning and realized what I’d done, and I…” A breath shudders off her lips, and the rapid flutter of her lids tells me she’s fighting tears.

  “Did you love him?”

  She shakes her head. “He was just a distraction from the problems I didn’t want to face. My relationship with Chris had deteriorated to the point of no return. We were volatile together.”

  “Some would call that passion.”

  “We had it in the beginning.”

  “But not in the end?”

  “No,” she whispers, reaching between us to wrap her fingers around my cock. Instantly, I go hard and thick in the tight glove of her hand. “And never like this.”

  I drop my head, groaning into her shoulder. “I’ll never get enough of your touch, Jules.”

  “I’ll never tire of touching you.”

  “I don’t have any more condoms on me.”

  “That’s okay,” she says as she rolls me to my back. “We don’t need them for this.” Her gaze flicks up to meet mine as she crawls down my chest, blond hair trailing over my abs. She fastens her lips around my cock, and her expression is a mixture of sexual guile and determination.

  Empowerment and seduction.

  Her full lips stretch around me in perfection—as if that mouth were designed to suck cock. She’s just begun, but already my control is slipping. Eyes drifting shut, I concentrate on enjoying what she’s so eager to give.

  “Fucking hell, Jules.” I thrust my hips upward and expel a pleading moan for more.

  Goddamn, does she ever give it to me. She licks along the underside, swirls her tongue around the head, then takes me so deep that I almost lose my shit. Gripping her by the hair, I groan her name.

  “Fuck, that’s it. Take it all.”

  Emboldened by her tiny moans, I push on the back of her head, urging her lips toward the root of my shaft, and lodge the tip of my cock between her tonsils. She has zero fucking fear, and her willingness to take my length into her mouth owns me to my soul. She increases the tempo, the suction, gagging relentlessly with each journey to the back of her throat. Still, she doesn’t pull away.

  Not that I’d let her. I’m not prepared to give her mercy.

  Because I’m wrecked, lost in the warm suction of her mouth, my neck at a constant strain as I will my cock deeper and deeper down her throat. This girl knows how to give head, and I can’t for the life of me understand how her ex criticized her for a supposed lack of skill.

  What a fucking idiot.

  She’s got my hands shaking, fingers tightening in her hair with each thrust of my hips bringing me in and out of her beautiful mouth. Reality narrows to this room, to this bed. A car rumbles outside in the alley, wisps of conversation drift from down the vestibule, and life is in bull-blown motion beyond the sanctuary of these four bedroom walls.

  Despite all that, the world fails to exist. In this moment, I’m reduced to this wanton need clawing inside me, destroying me as her mastery sucks the fucking life out of me.

  “Jesus Christ, Jules.”

  No one’s ever held this kind of power over me. This beautiful, independent, sexy woman is making me the center of her universe, and I’m entranced, ruined for all others.

  “Never seen anything so goddamn sexy. You have no clue what you do to me.” I push deep into her throat one last time, legs trembling, on the verge of coming. Before my control slips, I pull her off my cock.

  “I need to fuck you.”

  “We don’t have any condoms.”
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br />   Hesitating, I search her face, but all I find is trust and love lighting her sable eyes. “We don’t need a condom for what I have in mind.”

  18. Sinfully Wrong

  Jules

  I study him, trying to piece together the puzzle. He’s obviously got something up his sleeve. “What do you have in mind?”

  “I’ll show you.” He shifts until I’m lying against him, my back to his front in a near spooning fashion. I’m not sure what he’s planning to do, but I’m too distracted by the throb between my legs and the heaviness of his cock against my ass to care. I’m desperate for him and will do anything he asks.

  “Do you have a vibrator?” One arm bands around my chest, thumb flicking a nipple as he parts my thighs. As soon as I’m spread open with his legs nestled between mine, he teases my clit.

  “Y-yes.” I haven’t used it ages, but I have one—a gift from Les on my last birthday. “It’s in the nightstand.”

  “Do you have lube to go with that vibrator?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  He moves long enough to get into my drawer then settles behind me again, items in hand. The lube is dropped somewhere on the bed, but he pushes the vibrator inside me, and the strong motor sends my spine into an endless arch. I press my ass against his erection.

  “Have you ever been fucked anally?” He inches the vibrator out before sliding it back in, and I shake my head, eyes wide.

  “Have you ever wanted to try it?”

  “I’ve never…thought about it.” But now I’m thinking about it, and I’m stunned that the idea is…more arousing than I thought it would be. Maybe it’s the waves of vibrations going through my most intimate place, but the thought of doing something so dirty and forbidden with Cash makes me clench around the toy.

  “I need to come,” I plead with a whimper, hips moving in time to the pace of his hand. He’s all but fucking me with the vibrator. I squeeze my butt cheeks at the thought of his cock penetrating between them.

  “Not yet,” he murmurs, adjusting the toy to the lowest setting. “I want to fuck you in the ass, if you’ll let me.”