Tempted Heir

by Michelle Heard

  Remembering the words from when we made love makes me remember… not the cabin… but us.

  Us as kids. As teenagers. As best friends. As lovers.

  Christopher is all that matters.

  “Eternally,” I whisper.

  Chapter 28

  CHRISTOPHER

  It’s been two weeks since I returned to work. Knowing Miss Sebastian is with Dash during the day is the only reason I’ve been able to get anything done.

  I spoke with Mom, and she arranged everything for today. With it being a Saturday morning, I decide to leave fifteen minutes earlier, so we’re not late.

  “Where are we going?” Dash asks as I pull her into the elevator.

  “You’ll see,” I tease.

  She’s been getting better, every day a little more. I haven’t pushed her sexually, but I’m starting to struggle. A lot.

  Letting go of her hand, I brush my palm over her ass. Dash moves closer, and turning slightly, she presses against my side. When the doors slide open, I give her a squeeze and nudge her forward.

  “You’re really not going to tell me where we’re going?” she asks as we climb into the car.

  “You’ll find out soon enough,” I tease again.

  Her eyes begin to sparkle with excitement.

  Another win.

  I drive us to where the first boutique is situated, and when I park the car, Dash glances up and down the street. “Oh, there’s Mom’s car.”

  My lips curve up as I get out. I wait for Dash, and taking hold of her hand, we cross the road, and then she gasps, “Wedding dresses?”

  “Yes, today is all about finding the perfect dress for you,” I state, giving her a smile.

  “It’s bad luck for you to see the dress,” she says, but the gorgeous smile on her face tells me she’s happy.

  “Only if you believe in that shit. Besides, I’m still your best friend, so I think it earns me special rights.”

  She lets out a chuckle as she leans into my arm and shoulder. When we step into the boutique, Mom, Aunt Leigh, Miss Sebastian, and Danny are already sitting with a glass of orange juice each.

  I let go of Dash so she can hug and greet them all and go take a seat on one of the sofas. Within seconds Dash is swept up in the excitement of looking at the dresses on display.

  Danny grabs one and shoving it against Dash, she shoos her into the dressing room. Aunt Leigh goes with Dash, probably to help her.

  My sister turns to me. “God, she’s going to look stunning. Prepare yourself.”

  I reach for an orange juice, and taking a sip, I realize it contains champagne. “God, so early in the morning,” I mutter as I place it back on the table.

  “It’s five o’clock somewhere in the world,” Miss Sebastian says as she comes to sit down.

  Minutes later, Aunt Leigh comes out looking a little teary-eyed. I lean forward, resting my forearms on my thighs, my eyes glued to the dressing room.

  Yeah, I wasn’t prepared. The moment Dash comes out and she steps onto the small podium in front of the mirrors, a lump forms in my throat.

  I clasp my hands together as an overwhelming feeling of love washes over me.

  She’s a vision.

  The women begin to talk at once while I can only stare at the white silk falling around her.

  Where I think Dash looks absolutely breathtaking, Mom, Danny, and Miss Sebastian begin throwing one dress after the other at Dash.

  With each one she tries on, her smile grows wider, and her eyes shine a little more.

  Remember your dreams, Dash.

  Her eyes lock on mine, and then she asks, “What do you think?”

  “I think I’m going to get all emotional on our wedding day,” I admit, and it draws laughter from our family. Rising to my feet, I walk to where she’s standing in a lace wedding gown that accentuates every sexy curve of her body. I lean down until my lips brush against her ear, then murmur, “But I really, really want to rip this dress off you and fuck you until we’re both breathless.”

  Dash lifts her face toward me, her cheek pressing against mine. “Now I know what to look forward to on our wedding night.”

  I let out a low chuckle. “I will physically die if I have to wait that long.”

  “Mhh… I should do something about that,” she teases.

  “You should.” Pulling back, my eyes lock on hers, and seeing the desire darkening her green irises makes me feel like I just had another win.

  “Christopher,” Mom snaps. “Come sit your butt down. There’s still a lot we need to do, and you’re holding us up.”

  I shoot Mom a smile as I walk back to the sofa.

  DASH

  When we get back home, I’m filled with so much happiness, I’m unable to keep it all in.

  Not once today did I think of my time in the cabin, and I’m only thinking about it now because I just realized it.

  “The dress fitting, the cake tasting, the flowers…” I sigh, “Thank you so much, Christopher. I know it must’ve been boring for you.”

  “It wasn’t,” he says as he comes to fold his arms around me. Giving me a sexy smirk, he continues, “It was actually fun. I never knew women could get so excited about chocolate cake.”

  I lift my arms, wrapping them around his neck. “It was the frosting. God, it just melted in my mouth. Mhh…”

  His features instantly change from playful to predatory. “Make that sound again,” he orders.

  “Mhh.”

  His hands drop to my ass, and grabbing hold, he says, “Up.” Then he lifts me.

  I wrap my legs around him, then let out a chuckle. “Mhh… I like where this is going.”

  “You keep doing that, and we won’t make it to the stairs,” he warns, his voice low and deep.

  Christopher carries me to the bedroom, but he heads into the closet instead of walking to the bed.

  “Oh…kay?”

  “Legs down,” he instructs.

  I lower my feet to the ground and then wonder what’s going on. I’ve been worried about the fact that Christopher hasn’t initiated sex between us.

  Then he turns me, so I’m facing the full-length mirror.

  “Watch while I undress you,” he murmurs as he begins to pull the zip down of the dress I’m wearing.

  My gaze locks on Christopher’s reflection when his palms skim over my shoulders, and he pushes the fabric off me. It pools at my feet, leaving me in my underwear and heels.

  His mouth curves up, and he draws his bottom lip between his teeth. “So fucking sexy.”

  His arms come around me, his chest pressing to my back. With one hand, he takes hold of my hip while the other caresses the stretch of skin over my ribs.

  “So fucking soft,” he groans as he lowers his head, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

  Goosebumps spread over my skin, and he instantly notices, his smile hungry as his eyes flick to mine in the mirror.

  “Do you see what I see?” he asks.

  No. I only see him.

  His fingers go to the snap of my bra, and then the lace falls from me. The hand on my ribs moves up until he cups my breast, and I struggle to keep my eyes open from how good his touch feels.

  “Perfect. So goddamn perfect.” His voice makes my abdomen clench. “Step out of your shoes.” I do as he says, kicking them to the side.

  Christopher’s hands move down to my panties, and his fingers skim over the lace before he pushes it down. When I’m naked, with him still fully clothed behind me, it makes desire burn through me.

  God, this is a whole different level of hot.

  His hand slips between my legs, and seeing the veins snaking up his wrist and arm makes heat pool in my core. My breathing speeds up, and my lips part.

  “Watch as I make you come,” he grumbles, his voice heavy with lust.

  “God,” I whisper, my whole body coming alive as his finger begins to circle my clit. My head falls back against his shoulder. Reaching back, I place my hands on the sides of his thighs, and
then my fingers curl into the fabric of his chinos.

  “Eyes on us, Dash,” he murmurs.

  I instantly focus on where he’s touching me. My abdomen clenches as everything begins to tighten in me. “Christopher,” I moan, my breaths coming faster.

  “Come for me, Dash.” The rough timbre of his voice sends me spiraling over the edge. My thighs clench as my back arches.

  Christopher’s eyes darken while he watches me as I orgasm, and then he asks, “Do you see what I see? How fucking sexy you are. God, your body, your breasts…” His hand moves to my butt, and he grabs hold of a cheek. “This ass. You’re a fucking wet dream.”

  My eyes scan over my body, and in this intimate moment we’re sharing, I feel absolutely beautiful.

  “I see what you see,” I answer him as I turn to face him. I begin to unbutton his shirt as I press a kiss to his jaw. Lifting my eyes to his, I whisper, “I need you.”

  He doesn’t help me take off his clothes but instead asks, “What do you need from me?”

  “Everything,” I mutter as I push his shirt off his shoulders.

  Christopher shakes his head. “Be specific.”

  I reach for his pants. “You naked on top of me,” I admit.

  “And then?” The corner of his mouth lifts.

  “We make love.” My eyes snap back up to his when I realize what he did. I said the word without any hesitation, no fear, no vile memories. I know it’s not the exact words, but it’s another step forward.

  A smile forms around his lips as he brings his hands up, framing my face. He presses a hard kiss to my mouth, then growls, “Get your sexy ass on that bed. Now.”

  Smiling, I dart around him as he continues to take off his clothes.

  Climbing on the bed, I hear Christopher groan, and as I turn onto my butt and lie down, he kicks off his pants. He crawls up my body, and then he lowers his head to my stomach. “Spread your legs.”

  Holy shit, I love this dominant side of him.

  I open my legs, and then his mouth latches onto my clit. “Oh God,” I whimper as an intense feeling spreads through my entire body. Christopher’s teeth and tongue take turns driving me wild until I lose control over my body and moans drift over my lips.

  Chapter 29

  CHRISTOPHER

  Hearing Dash's orgasm makes it impossible for me to wait for a second longer.

  Moving up her body, I take hold of my cock, and rubbing the head over her clit, I lubricate myself before I drive inside her with one hard thrust.

  Her breath catches, and then a seductive moan slips over her parted lips.

  “Fuck,” I groan as my hips begin to move. My mouth latches onto her nipple, and my teeth tug at the pebbled bud. Her inner muscles clamp around my cock, drawing a deep groan from my chest. “Fuck, Dash.”

  I push my arms under her, clamping her to my chest. My mouth crashes against hers, and our tongues stroke against each other, tasting, worshipping, devouring. My thrusts turn slow and deep. I want to savor this moment of finally being inside her again.

  Dash’s fingers get lost in my hair at the back of my neck, and when she grows breathless, her hips meeting mine with every thrust, I need to see her face. I raise my upper body and lean on my left arm while my right hand moves down to her ass.

  Christ, her ass.

  My fingers dig into her skin, and I begin to power into her. Pleasure creeps down my spine, and it makes me thrust harder.

  “Christopher,” she moans, need washing over her face.

  “Come, Dash. Come for me.” My voice is hoarse as my own orgasm builds.

  I watch her features tighten, and then her body pushes up against mine. “So fucking beautiful,” I groan.

  My cock begins to jerk, and then my jaw clenches as pleasure tears through me. Dash begins to shudder beneath me, and I keep thrusting inside her.

  Her mouth opens on a silent scream as her own orgasm hits.

  When she slumps back against the covers, I slow down, savoring the last of my own pleasure. Lifting myself higher, I glance down and watch as I slide in and out of her.

  “Look at where we’re joined, Dash,” I murmur. She lifts her head and lowers her eyes. “This is when I feel complete. When I’m inside you.”

  Her gaze lifts to mine as a tear escapes her eye and her voice sounds strangled as she says, “I love you, Christopher. Only you.”

  My mouth claims hers as I still inside her, the last crack in my heart healing because it feels like I have my Dash back. All of her. The strong. The broken. Everything that makes her the only woman I’ll ever love.

  DASH

  You can do this.

  Lifting my chin, I step off the elevator and walk toward my office. When I reach my desk, Christopher grabs hold of my arm and yanking me against his chest, his hand drops to my butt.

  “You look totally fuckable today. I’m not going to get any work done,” he grumbles.

  Pushing up on my tiptoes, I press a kiss to his mouth. “You’re going to have to try because Danny is heading this way.”

  He lets out a groan, and letting go of me, he turns to face his sister.

  Danny grins at me. “Welcome back.”

  “Thanks.”

  She slaps a folder against Christopher’s chest. “Here are a couple of ideas for new business. Get to work.”

  “Slave driver,” he mutters as he walks to his office.

  Danny’s gaze drifts over me. “Are you okay with being back?”

  I nod. “I can’t sit at home. I’d lose my mind.”

  She lets out a chuckle. “Good, because I missed you.”

  I wait for her to leave, and opening the drawer, I drop my handbag inside. I sit down behind my desk and glance around my office.

  This is the final step I needed. I’m not entirely healed, and I really think some of the scars will never fade… not completely. But the memories have become tolerable.

  I turn on my computer and then get to work.

  An hour later, I hear, “Would you look at that pretty face.”

  My head snaps up, and seeing Dorris, I get up and rush around my desk. We hug as she says, “I missed you.”

  “I missed you too.” I smile as I pull back. “Thank you for the flowers you sent.”

  “You’re welcome.” Her eyes sharpen on me. “I wanted to visit, but Danny said you were at your parents’ place recovering from the car accident.”

  That’s the excuse my family came up with, and it looks like everyone believes it. “Yeah, but I’m much better now. Good as new.”

  She holds an envelope out to me, and it has me asking, “What’s this? It better not be a resignation letter.”

  Dorris lets out a chuckle. “Ryker would die without me. It’s my RSVP for the wedding.”

  “Oh, right.” I take it from her and opening it, I check to see if she’s coming. “Oooh, is that a plus one I see?”

  She lifts her chin into the air, and as she begins to walk away, she says, “I got myself a fine-looking man.”

  “I can’t wait to meet him,” I call after her.

  When I turn back, Christopher is leaning against the doorjamb between our offices. There’s a smile tugging at his lips.

  “Dorris and her plus one are coming to the wedding,” I tell him as I walk back to my desk.

  When I sit down, and Christopher doesn’t say anything or move, I ask, “Do you need something?”

  He shakes his head. “I’m just looking at my sexy fiancée being a powerhouse businesswoman.”

  I let out a chuckle as I flip my hair over my shoulder. “You know me, Miss Independent.”

  He lets out a chuckle. “Only for four more months. Then you’re Mrs. Hayes.”

  Emotions wash over me, and jumping up from my chair, I grab hold of his arm and pull him into his office. I shut the door, and then taking hold of his jaw, I crush my mouth against his.

  Christopher quickly takes control of the kiss as he pushes me toward the round table. Lifting me, he sets me down on
the marble surface as he steps between my legs.

  His teeth and lips work my mouth into a tingling mess, and when he finally pulls back, we’re both gasping for air.

  When I catch my breath, I say, “This feels familiar.”

  His mouth curves up as he stares into my eyes. “It feels like a lifetime has passed since we kissed in here for the first time.”

  “It’s only been two months,” I laugh.

  “Damn, I need to get to work,” he mutters. When I try to slide off the table, he shakes his head. “I mean on getting you pregnant.”

  Laughter explodes over my lips, but it quickly dies away as he walks to the door, locking it. My gaze follows him to the desk, where he calls Cody. “Hold all my calls.”

  Then he turns back to me as he begins to unfasten his pants.

  Epilogue

  CHRISTOPHER

  A week before the wedding…

  After going for a fitting to make sure the tuxedo is perfect, I head home.

  Walking into the penthouse, I call out, “Dash?” When she doesn’t answer me, I head up the stairs to the second floor.

  I hear Dash cough, and then it sounds like she’s throwing up. Darting forward, I rush into the bathroom. “Hey, are you sick?” I ask as I crouch beside her, gathering her hair.

  She shakes her head as she tears some toilet paper off to wipe her mouth, and then she smiles. “Can you run to the store?”

  “Sure. Gatorade? Meds?”

  She shakes her head again. “A pregnancy test.”

  I freeze for a moment as her request sinks in, and then a smile forms on my face. “You think you’re pregnant?”

  She nods as she gets up. “I just want confirmation, but I’m pretty sure I am.”

  “Be right back.” As I head to the store, all I can think of is that Dash might be carrying my child… our child.

  God, please.

  I get a box with three tests and rush back home. This better not be the stomach flu.

  I find Dash where she’s sitting on the bed, her hand on her stomach. “Got them.”