All I Want: A Valentine Family Novella (The Valentine Family Book 1)

by T. J. Robinson

  “You’re little brain is going a mile a minute.” Liam observed, his eyes looking into her very soul. “I wasn’t going to do this for your first time,” He continued while climbing from the bed, making his way to the luggage he’d carried into their suite. “But I need you to relax, and you can’t stop thinking about what you should be doing to please me.” He looked over his shoulder and showed off a dimple as he smiled at her, pulling some items from his suitcase. “I love that you want to please me so badly, and there will be plenty of time for that, but for now, you’ll learn what it means to let me be in control, to fully surrender yourself to your pleasure.”

  Myra’s eyes grew wide when she saw the rope and silk in his hands as he stalked back to the bed. “Y-you’re going to tie me up?” she asked tremulously, swallowing hard at the dark, predatory look in his eyes.

  “Yes, Love. And blindfold you. This way, you don’t have to worry about what I want you to do, because I don’t want you to do anything but enjoy what I’m doing. Now, pick your safe word and we’ll begin.”

  “Unicorn!” She blurted out a little too loudly, then blushed as a grin spread across his face.

  “You’re so perfect, little one. I love it.”

  Myra stared at Liam as his hands engulfed her left wrist, his fingers caressing her skin as he made several loops with the soft rope. “If you feel any pain, or if your fingers start to tingle, speak up. Say your safeword or ‘yellow’, so I can stop what I’m doing and adjust you. Okay?” Myra nodded, and Liam turned his eyes on her. “None of that.” He reprimanded her gently. “Tell me you understand.”

  “I understand.” She breathed while nodding again.

  Liam chuckled deeply while he moved to her right wrist, binding it to her left, then pulled her hands toward the headboard. She licked her lips as she turned her head to watch his movements. His muscles rippled beneath gorgeously tanned skin with every motion. Suddenly, she wished she could touch him again, but felt oddly secure and more relaxed as he finished securing her hands above her head. “I’ve changed my mind,” Liam told her as he threw the silk tie to the side of the bed. “I want to see your beautiful eyes Myra, so I’m not going to use this right now.” He smirked as he climbed back onto the bed, running his hands up her legs, starting at her ankles, caressing her skin as he made his way to her thighs where he gently pressed her legs apart.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He told her as he slid her panties down her legs. His use of such language shocked her momentarily. She’d never heard Liam curse, except in extreme situations. “Look at how wet you are, even in your nervousness, you’re so turned on.” His voice was a dark, warm blanket covering her, winding through her. He was showing her who he was and she was quickly falling under his spell. His fingertips grazed the inside of her thighs, making her shiver in anticipation, the binding on her wrists freeing her from the need to think about what she should be doing.

  He ran his hands all along her legs, cupping her knees and pressing them open, then caressing her flanks, running his fingers down to her knees and back up to the apex of her thighs. He moved a single finger from the top of her clit down through her wet folds, and very gently worked that single, big finger deep inside her. When she moaned softly, closed her eyes and tilted her head back, overwhelmed at the sensations he elicited, he chuckled with a deep rumble.

  “This is better,” He told her in a languid, sensual tone.

  “Oh, Liam.” She gasped as he grazed her clit with the pad of his finger.

  “I love the way that sounds.” He moved between her spread legs, laying out on the bed, putting his face where he’d dreamed of having it so many times. “You smell delicious.” He told her. “And I love this pretty, waxed pussy. It makes you look like a ripe peach.”

  Myra had been waxing since puberty. It always made cleaning away sand after a morning of surfing so much easier. Now she was beyond glad for it, and thought if this was the reward, she’d never have hair again. Liam’s mouth hovered over her pussy and she strained against her bonds, lifting her head to look at his mop of hair as he stared at her. She was about to say something, to tell him he was killing her with anticipation, just as she felt the first gentle lap of his tongue. Then she was saying something. Something like, “Oh, oh.” As he languidly used his tongue and lips to torment her with little, teasing licks. She was careening between feeling intensely vulnerable and totally uninhibited while he brought her higher little bit by little bit. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, his tongue covered her clit, rubbing insistently as his fingers stroked deep inside her. Myra grabbed onto her ropes, her back arching, her breath stalling when he found the perfect spot deep inside her. Liam stroked her G-spot and her clit simultaneously, and she came with long groan. The orgasm spilled over her, curling her toes, causing her to gasp in its wake. Her muscles shook with tiny aftershocks as he licked her one last time, then kissed his way up her body. Myra felt languid and happy. She’d given herself plenty of orgasms, but what Liam had just done to her blew all those times out of the water.

  “I’m going to untie you.” Liam breathed against her skin while he kissed her breasts, making her gasp as he latched onto one taut nipple, then laved it with his tongue. “I want to feel your hands on me, when I take you this time. I want to feel every part of you when I make you mine.”

  Good god, Myra was aching for him, and his possessive words were making her want him even more. Feminism be damned, she wanted Liam Anderson, her husband, to possess every part of her. Liam effortlessly loosed her wrists, then gently rubbed them before standing at the side of the bed. She turned her head to watch him push the dark boxer briefs to the floor. When he stood, his erection bouncing formidably in front of him, he chuckled as her eyes grew wide, then climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs as he stroked himself. Myra licked her lips as she watched him touch himself, then flicked her eyes to his when he chuckled again.

  “Give me your hand, little one.” Myra reached out and Liam took her hand, showing her how he wanted her to wrap her fist around him, stroke him firmly. Myra swallowed on a dry throat as she tried to wrap her fingers around Liam’s cock. It was so much bigger than she’d ever imagined and she was getting nervous again. “Myra,” He chanted her name between kisses while palming both sides of her face, kissing her until she was breathless, nerves forgotten. He moved his hand down again, rubbing her clit with perfect friction until she couldn’t help but beg him for more.

  “Liam,” She gasped, then moaned when he changed his angle. “I’m ready. Oh, god, I want you so badly.” Before she could take another breath, his hand was gone and he was there, inching slightly inside her body.

  “Look at me.” Myra opened her eyes to Liam’s dark eyes boring into hers. “Wrap your arms around my neck.” As she did, he pushed forward and she shut her eyes against the burn. Why couldn’t it just be easy? “You’re too big.” She gasped as he pressed further inside.

  “You’re so fucking tight, little one. Open your eyes. I want to see you.” He slid back and forth for a minute, letting her relax, even though Myra knew he was nowhere close to all the way inside. She focused on his beautiful eyes, the mounting pleasure as he slid a hand between them, rubbing her clit again, causing her to relax more fully. Suddenly, Liam thrust his hips all the way forward and searing pain ripped through her.

  “Myra, Love, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He chanted as he kissed her cheek, her chin, her eyes. When she took a breath, Myra realized she had both hands firmly planted on Liam’s chest, physically trying to push him off of her. She forced herself to relax and wrapped her arms around his neck again. “Your pussy is gripping me so tight.” He groaned, resting his forehead on hers.

  “It’s too tight.” She exhaled, lifting her lips to meet his, then testing a little movement of her hips. Liam kissed her gently while he drew back, then sank into her again and Myra sighed. “That feels better. Do it again.”

  Liam smiled against her lips. “This
is probably the only time I’ll take orders from you, little one.”

  “Okay.” She agreed on a moan as he pulled out and thrust in again. She grabbed his face and kissed him with everything she had until her body flew apart beneath him. In everything Myra had imagined sex would be, she’d never imagined how it would feel to come undone stretched around Liam’s cock while he drove into her, whispering her name on a ragged breath as he came inside of her. It was something she would never forget. He was hers and she was his, only his, and would be until the end of time.

  Acknowledgments

  A great big thank you to all my readers! I didn’t expect so many people to love One More Last Chance. So, thank you and thank you for reading All I Want. I owe so much to those of you who support my romance habit!

  About the Author

  T.J. Robinson has never met a romance hero she didn't like. Her love for romance novels began when she snuck a Susan Mallory favorite from her grandma's library, and she's been an addict ever since. She's a country girl by heart, and a Southern California girl by location. You can often spot her inside a local coffee shop, furiously typing away, or out running the local trails, working out with her husband, or relaxing and enjoying his company.

  T.J. Believes that each day is a gift, a blessing to be cherished, and she is grateful for each moment she's given.

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  The Search

  One More Last Chance

  One More Last Chance

  From the outside looking in, it’s hard to understand.

  From the inside looking out, its hard to explain.

  Prologue

  One hour ago

  "Oh. Wow." Sam murmured. She stood atop a bluff, looking down at the wide open field and the lake below. The sun had just begun its rise, painting the scattered clouds vibrant shades of purple, pink, and orange.

  The morning air was crisp, the scents of nature floating around her on the late September breeze. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply. It had been a long time since she'd had this feeling. Actually, she thought, I've never had this feeling.

  Sure, there were moments of peace here and there. Like when she ran, letting the metronome of her footfalls drown out the thoughts and voices that constantly plagued her mind.

  When she trained with the martial arts expert she'd hired years ago. With him, she’d learned how to clear her mind, focusing solely on the physical task at hand. Her sensei taught her how to shove the swirl of insanity from her mind to find focus, stillness, some semblance of peace. This however, this was a whole new level of bliss.

  With two more weeks of this feeling, she might not care what happened when she returned to her company. Might, being the operative word.

  Sam took a deep breath, letting it out on a long sigh. If she was being honest, she definitely would care, did care. Maybe, for a short time though, she could take her friend's advice, and just enjoy being a girl on vacation.

  Maybe, for one moment in time, she could just be Sam, girl enjoying life, not Samantha Covington - CEO of a billion dollar company. With another deep breath, she filled her lungs, enjoying the clean, Colorado air. For the first time, Sam was glad that Carla had insisted on this trip. Getting out of New York was going to be good for her.

  A distant rumble drew her back to the moment. Opening her eyes, she glanced around, saw the dark clouds forming over the distant mountains. Sam was a city girl who didn't know a thing about weather in the mountains. What she did know, was that those clouds hadn't been there ten minutes ago, and they weren’t looking friendly as they moved swiftly in her direction. Time to head back to the ranch. Well, she was on the ranch. Time to head back to the cabin.

  She had just turned down the small hill, when a loud crack of thunder made her jump. Move a little faster, Sam. Moving at an easy pace, it had taken about forty-five minutes to get here, so she figured if she picked it up, using the downhill slope to her advantage, she should make it back in half an hour, hopefully less. Spurred on by the increasing wind, the rumble of thunder, Sam set her pace at a solid run.

  She was feeling quite proud of her stamina and stability, maneuvering around tree roots and small rocks, keeping a steady pace, breathing evenly. Her chest started to burn from the thin air, almost causing her to slow down, when another crack, this time sounding like it was right over her head, startled her. Her concentration slipped for a brief second, but that was all it took for her toe to snag on an outcropped stone. Before she could catch herself, she was tumbling.

  All those years of training paid off, because instinctively, she drew her limbs close, rolling, not flailing. When the ground leveled slightly, she came to a stop, breathing hard, a little stunned. The thunder cracked again, louder this time, and she came out of it, pushed to her hands and knees. As she did, she was thankful the chilly morning had compelled her to wear thick tights and a running jacket. Those had definitely saved her from multiple cuts and abrasions. Sam allowed herself a moment on her hands and knees, then pushed to her feet - and promptly fell back to the earth when her left ankle gave out. One more try, slowly, well done. At least standing was possible. She couldn’t put her full weight on the ankle, but upright had to be better than the ground.

  That was when she felt it.

  One drop on her nose.

  Another on her forehead.

  A couple on the top of her head, and then the windows of heaven opened wide, and the rain was falling hard.

  Stay Calm. Assess.

  Sam anxiously scanned her surroundings, looking for something familiar. The fall had disoriented her enough that she didn't see anything she recognized, didn't know which direction was back to the ranch, to her cabin. Taking a couple of steps, she realized she wouldn't be able to get far, even if she did know which direction to take.

  So much for peace, she thought despairingly. In a matter of minutes, her clothes were thoroughly soaked from the cold rain. I need someplace to hunker down. That sounded right, like something one should do in a situation like this. Scanning the surrounding forest, Sam spotted a small outcropping of rocks a few meters away. That looked more promising than anything else she could see, and at the very least, it would shield her from the wind. Slowly, too slowly, Sam made her way to that rock and did just what she'd thought. She hunkered down, pressing her back against it, pulling her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them, then trying to think of how she was going to get out of this particular predicament.

  Within a matter of minutes, she was clenching her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering violently, thinking that when she got out of this, she was going straight back to New York. To hell with what Carla thought. Who did she think she was, sending Samantha Covington to the wilderness?

  In no universe had this been a good idea.

  Get a grip, she thought. Keep it together and find a way out. Her body was shaking violently, her mind reviewing all the things she’d heard about hypothermia. I'd better not die out here. She needed to get back to New York so she could tell Carla exactly how horrendous her “good idea” had been.

  Lawyers & Friends

  One week ago

  “Sam, you need to get away, take a vacation." That was her lawyer, telling her she needed a break.

  Is that the kind of advice lawyers were supposed to give? Sam didn’t think so. Then again, her lawyer just happened to be her best friend, so there was that aspect of this unwelcome advisory session.

  The two women sat at the wide-open breakfast bar in Sam's Midtown penthouse suite, sipping herbal tea, munching on an array of luscious fruits.

  “I can’t take a break right now, Carla. You know that. This deal is too important for me to abandon. It has to happen. I need it to happen, and I’m going to make sure it does.”

  “No,” Carla countered firmly. �
��I am going to make sure it happens. That's my job."

  Carla Everson, the best corporate attorney on the East Coast, maybe in the states, stared at Sam intently from across the table. Sam narrowed her eyes, giving Carla her best “I am the boss” face.

  It had absolutely no affect.

  “Look," Carla’s tone softened. “I’m your attorney, but I’m also your friend. I’m telling you, you need a break. It’s still early. There’s a ton of work to be done while we start negotiations with Carnelian. Work that I will be doing.” She amended. “Not you.”

  Carla reached across the table, grasping Sam’s hand to give it a squeeze. “Sam, you’ve been going hard since the day you were born. These last several years, you’ve worked what? Seventy? Eighty hours a week? You’ve had two vacations since I’ve known you. This whole thing is going to max out our stress levels soon enough, and I need you in top form when all the wheels are turning.”

  Carla took a sip of tea and added thoughtfully, “Especially if we’re going to make it happen with everything you want.”

  Sam sighed. It was true, she felt like she was twenty-eight going on eighty. Taking the reins of Covington after her father’s death had been… well, it had been insane. She was fifteen with no way out. She’d worked herself, was still working herself, to the bone to make things go the way they had, the way they were now.

  A merger, or a buyout, had always been her goal, her plan, she just hadn't known it would take so long. Sam had taken CSM from the multimillion dollar corporation her father built, and transformed it into the billion-dollar juggernaut it was today. The company continued to grow, with no signs of slowing down, and the business world took notice. Other companies often approached them about merging, but they were usually smaller, looking to benefit from CSM’s influence.