His Sugar Baby

by Fiona Murphy

  “Even when you offered me that ring I still couldn’t believe it was true. It was a dream, a dream I felt like a fool for believing in. Then when you told me about your parents, I understood you had fears of your own. It never crossed my mind you could be afraid. You seem so sure, so unbreakable. I finally understood you loved me enough to give me your heart and let me break it. There I was, terrified I was going to be hurt all over again by loving you and losing you. I wasn’t brave enough to own up to you that you had my whole heart. I’m sorry, I had no idea how much it hurt you when I didn’t tell you I love you.

  “And I do love you, Grant. I don’t know when it was exactly that it happened but I do know I realized it that day in the office of the campus visit. It didn’t really surprise me when you told me that day. At the time I was worried you only said it because you knew I loved you and you were trying to make me feel better.

  “It wasn’t until I’ve been sitting here for over an hour going over everything you said for the tenth time that I realized you were calling off the wedding not because you didn’t love me, but because you didn’t believe I love you.”

  Hearing her say it after the last few weeks of doubt, I squeeze her so tight she moans. Feeling like an idiot, I loosen my grip enough for her to breathe easily.

  “Oh, my love, I’m the lucky one. You are amazing, fucking amazing. You grew up in the darkness, without real air and you became this beautiful light full of love and strength. Going through everything you did you didn’t let it make you bitter, or angry, or afraid of life. You are so fucking beautiful inside and out don’t ever let me hear you put yourself down again, no one talks badly about the woman I love not even the woman I love.

  “I’m sorry, too. I should have told you about my parents earlier. I should have given you more time. I just love you so much, need you so badly. My expectations were too damned high. Even though I promised myself I wouldn’t get greedy again, I’m going to need you to tell me you love me again, and maybe five times a day for the next month or two.”

  Even with tears in her eyes she’s beautiful, her smile wide. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you because I love you so much. Can I have my ring back now?”

  I fumble with the ring as I pull it out of my pocket. My hand is trembling when I slide it on her finger.

  Chapter Eighteen

  This time when Grant slides my ring on it feels infinitely right. As if it’s always been there, as if it’s supposed to be there. I’d been scared he wouldn’t come, scared of going back to the hotel to find he hadn’t changed his mind. “I made it out of the hotel and out of the cab but I couldn’t bring myself to even go inside. There wasn’t anywhere I wanted to go but back to you.”

  “Thank you for not leaving, for giving me another chance to get this right. From here on out, you’re driving us. The ring is yours, it will always be yours. We don’t have to get married here in Venice or anywhere else until you’re ready.” Grant humble, I never thought I would see the day. I hate it.

  “Oh, no you don’t, you’re making an honest woman of me here in Venice today. I want to wear that beautiful dress you described in exquisite detail to the dressmaker and look as gorgeous as you think I do.”

  He smiles, “Silver again, finally.”

  I wonder if he’s drunk, as I smell the liquor on his breathe. “Silver? What?”

  “When you are extremely happy or wet and ready for me your eyes are silver. When you’re upset, they get cloudy and grey, if you’re turned on and wanting me or just really happy, they are a shiny pewter. Since the last time we made love before finding out you were pregnant in Rome they’ve only turned silver when we were making love.”

  I blush, having no idea until now. “Oh.”

  Grant throws back his head and laughs. Hearing his laughter, all the tension I’ve been feeling dies. “I love you, sweetheart. Let me get off you the ground and into bed where you belong.”

  “I’d like that.”

  During the ride back to the hotel I’m practically in Grant’s lap, I’m so clingy. I consider apologizing, but Grant’s hold is pretty tight too, I figure he’s not bothered by it. When we go up to our room I’m surprised to find Marshall asleep on the couch.

  Grant apologizes to me. “He was pretty worried about you and whether or not I would get this right.” I nod, remembering how hard Marshall had worked to get me to give Grant another chance. “Hey, Marshall, I found her, it’s all good. You can go to bed now.”

  Cranky at first when Grant nudges him, Marshall smiles when he sees us holding hands. “Awesome, good job. Told you, Anne, he’s a little slow when it comes to all this. Don’t be afraid to tell him to fuck off and not let him get his way. Don’t spoil his ass.”

  “Thank you, I won’t.” I’m enveloped in a bear hug.

  “I’m pissed you scared the hell out of him, but it was what he needed to make him listen. Just don’t do it ever again, okay?” Marshall whispers. I nod, giving him what I hope is a reassuring squeeze back.

  Grant, smacks Marshall on the back. “Okay, hands off my woman. Thanks for the help, I needed it but I got it from here. Oh fuck, did you call them to cancel like I asked you to?”

  I stiffen then sigh, it didn’t matter, it really didn’t. Marshall rubs my back before letting me go.

  “Of course I didn’t, dumbass.” Marshall says before punching Grant in the shoulder not very gently. “I’ll see you two at sunset later on today. Get some sleep.”

  The door closes behind Marshall as Grant’s arms go under my legs to pick me up. “He’s right, you need your rest.”

  “What I need is for you to make love to me.” I tell him as my arms go around his neck. Pulling him down to me, I kiss him with all the desperate longing I’ve been feeling.

  I barely feel the mattress as I sink into it, I’m only aware Grant follows me down. Frantically, I pull off his shirt, needing to feel the heat of his skin against mine. Grant rolls away, I sob in loss, until I feel his hands pulling off my skirt with my panties in one quick motion.

  His hands lift me up then onto him, I guide him into me, moaning as I sink onto him. I sway at the feeling of him deep inside me, my hands flat on his chest catch me. An agonized plea slips from me, “Grant,” it never matters I’m on top, he knows what this position does to me.

  He slides my shirt off. When his hands free my breasts, blue eyes glow fire as he cups a heavy breast, running his thumb over the painfully tight nipple pleading for his mouth. “Don’t ever leave me again. You’re mine. No matter where you go.”

  Seeing the pain flutter across his face, I run a finger over his lips. “Never. I’m yours forever.”

  With a sigh, his hands go down to my hips, showing me again how to move on him. We’re both too full of pent up need to last long. What feels like only minutes later I fall apart with abandon, knowing Grant will put me back together again. The feel of Grant coming inside me with a long moan has me sinking down over him, reveling in the feel of his skin against mine. I whisper to the thudding of his heartbeat. “I love you.”

  His arms squeeze me tight, “I love you, too, never doubt it ever, forever.”

  Slowly we both slip into sleep.

  I wake up to the sensation of Grant’s mouth sucking my nipple. My hand goes into his hair to hold him in place. “Mmm... god that feels so good.”

  “You were asleep forever. I was beginning to worry you would sleep right through our wedding.”

  “I love that you know the best way to wake me up is by making love to me.”

  “Hmm... it helps your already sensitive breasts are even more so now, because of the baby. I can hardly wait until the baby comes to find out how they will be then. Do you want to breastfeed the baby? If you do, do I still get to enjoy these breasts I love so much?” His hand covers the barely perceptible swelling of my abdomen.

  I smile at the way he asks hopefully. I love how he asks, not assuming anything. “I would like to breastfeed, and
you’d better keep enjoying these breasts when I do. When Thomas was born I wanted to breastfeed, but he was weak and didn’t feed often enough. I dried up after only a few weeks.”

  Grant runs a finger down my cheek, “You haven’t talked about him since the ultrasound. Do you want to? Is there anything you’ve held back because of my blundering?”

  Running my hand from his head down to his neck I pull him to me to kiss him lightly. “Not really, no. All I’ve really been thinking of is how amazing you’ve made these last few weeks and how different it was from when I was pregnant with Thomas. I’ve just been marveling over how much you want our baby and the way you want to be a full time dad, not because you’re already home, but because you want to be there for our kids.

  “It’s not that I don’t want to talk about him, it’s that I’ve learned over the years he’s gone and that being sad about that isn’t going to change anything. I just make a point to remember him on his birthdays and I can never help but think of him at Christmas, then I let him go.”

  His kiss is gentle. “If you want to share your memories of him I’m here to listen. Would you like to keep your last name? I’ve liked hearing everyone calling you Mrs. Dexter over the last few weeks. I know it was a way for you to remember him. I don’t want to take that away from you.”

  When I burst into tears at his soft solemn words I stun us both. I barely hear Grant cursing as he pulls me into his arms tight enough to steal my breath. It takes a little while for the tears to stop. Grant doesn’t say anything through it, simply holding me tight. “Normally, when you cry it’s because you’re happy, but right now I’m not taking anything for granted. Why the tears, sweetheart?”

  “Because I’m happy you asked, that you didn’t just assume. I also realized it’s been nine years and I can let it go, but I don’t want to. I don’t know.”

  “You don’t have to know today or tomorrow or even a few weeks from now. When you know, you’ll know, and you can tell me anything. Don’t forget there’s always Anne Thomas Dexter as an option, very twenty-first century woman with a dignified ring to it.” He sighs as he shakes his head, and I look up at him with surprise.

  “I’m doing it again. Asking you about things you might not want to talk about. From now on, talk to me if you want or tell me you don’t want to talk about it if you don’t want to. You can also ask me anything and know that I’ll talk until you tell me to shut up. Also, if you feel like I’m not giving you the attention you need, then you need to tell me what you need, and you have every right to expect it.”

  I wonder how it happened, how I got lucky enough for this man to love me. Then I look into his eyes and see the same sense of wonder as he runs a hand down my body. “You take care of my physical needs very well. Do you think you could take care of them now? It’s been weeks since you spanked me. Then what do you say we get ready to go get married?”

  Grant smiles wide, “You were a very bad girl for running away. I do believe a spanking is in order. Although you didn’t get far, so maybe I’ll let you come at least once before you get ready.”

  The promise of him withholding my orgasm is an exquisite torture I still don’t know if I love or hate. All I know is it has me reaching for him.

  When the doors of the elevator open to the rooftop deck I gasp at the change of it from the last time I saw it. Peonies are everywhere in bright pinks, white, and reds filling the air with a sweet perfume. With the setting sun washing the whole thing in a golden glow, it looks magical.

  I hear Robin crying, but the only thing I see is Grant waiting for me. I’m glad it doesn’t take me long to get to him. He takes the white peony bouquet from me and hands it to Marshall. Robin is crying too hard to be trusted with the bouquet. Marshall takes the flowers with a shrug and smile.

  Even with the need for an interpreter for the smiling mayor of Venice, the ceremony doesn’t last long. I’m glad, because I can’t stop smiling and my cheeks are beginning to hurt. Before the man has the words out of his mouth, Grant is kissing me. We had already promised each other just a small kiss, only, hearing the words, simple yet so full of meaning, the kiss goes from small to fire in an instant.

  Only the feeling of Grant pressing into me, the need for fulfillment of the promise of our kiss, stirs either of us enough to hear the laughter around us. Oh god, my face is burning in embarrassment as I bury it into Grant’s chest.

  The rest of the evening is a blur of laughter and happiness, until, without even realizing it, Grant and I are alone. The moon is huge in the sky, bathing us in gentle light as we move to the music the interpreter had brought with him and put on repeat.

  Even though the singing is in Italian and I can’t understand a word of it, I don’t believe I’ve ever heard anything so beautiful. When I tell Grant, he laughs. “Okay, it’s not the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. I love the way your voice gets all deep, and husky when you talk to me when we make love. I also love to hear your heart beating under my ear, it’s the best way to fall asleep.”

  Grant’s arms tighten around me. “Hmm... I love hearing you laugh. The first time you laughed I wanted to hear it every day. I love hearing you moan my name. I also love hearing that little gasp you let out when I’m inside you. But I don’t think I’ve heard anything as beautiful as when you said you were mine, forever.”

  “Finally, saying what I’ve been feeling since the moment I laid eyes on you was the easiest thing in the world to say.” I run a hand over his chest, stopping over the thudding of his heart. “Forever.”

  Grant goes still as he looks into my eyes. “Forever.”

  Then, right there, we slide down in a heated rush and seal our vow by making love under the moonlight, with the smell of flowers all around us.

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  His on Demand releasing March 2018

  His on Demand

  To make my dream come true I’ll do anything, even put up with an asshole like Leandros Kaplan. Four years, five tops and I’ll have enough money saved to stop working and write full time. I know lying to him to get the job is crazy and stupid. It’s as crazy and stupid as the requirement for his new assistant to be married. I’m not married, and I’m not like his past assistants, the ones who dropped sexual innuendo daily and then would hand him their underwear when he asked for reports. I’m a freaking virgin at thirty-one.

  I swear I never thought I would fall for him, it doesn’t matter that he’s a gorgeous Greek god billionaire, he’s also a jerk who takes pride in being ruthless and cold-blooded. He’s so out of my league we don’t even play the same game. He’s into dating double zero models. There’s no way he would ever be interested in a plus size like me.

  When he finds out I lied I’m not surprised he wants his pound of flesh, I’m surprised he wants it in the form of my flesh, naked for him. The retribution he demands is me, whenever, however, he wants my body. I’ll give it to him, everything he demands. He doesn’t want my heart or tears, only I can’t stop giving him both, and it’s slowly tearing me apart. Can he ever forgive me for lying or will that one lie be the end of us?

  His Under Contract

  Holly

  As a kid with a Marine for a father, and a do
ormat stay-at-home mother, I didn’t have huge aspirations for my future. Maybe a teacher—working with kids, and then enjoying a summer break. However, I didn’t think I would end up a housekeeper scrubbing floors. It doesn’t matter if the floors are in a million-plus dollar condo, in one of Chicago’s most exclusive addresses. I’m still on my hands and knees for one of the most obnoxious a$$holes I’ve ever met. While even his sister thinks he’s best taken in small doses, she offers me a job I can’t refuse. I need this job, and it’s not like it’s forever, just until I’m not on the edge of poverty. Let him be the unrepentant manwhore who didn’t do repeats. It’s better for him not to be at home, so close that my stupid body goes nuts when I even think of him. It’s better this way, because he could never want me. I’m a plus size not a size two model he’s used to having. I’m safe, it doesn’t matter how badly I want him, he doesn’t want me. Does he?

  Ethan

  In my world, the stakes are high, million dollar high, so no, I’m not nice. I don’t say please or thank you and I never apologize. If you have a problem with that, it’s your problem not mine. I didn’t make partner at one of the biggest law firms in Chicago at only thirty-two with my winning personality. I’m on top because I make money for my clients, whether it’s a high stakes takeover, or a player getting paid every dime he’s worth. My clients come out on top. I have worked hard for the life I have, the million-dollar condo, the Ferrari in the garage, and the hottest woman on my arm and in my bed. So, if my b!tch of a new housekeeper wants to look down on me, like I give a fu*k. My one weakness, my little sister parked me with a housekeeper who is far from perfect. Okay, she has the cooking and the cleaning down. But damn, does she have an attitude and a mouth on her that smiles even when she’s insulting me. It’s a good thing she isn’t my type, or I would make her pay the best way possible. At least, I’m trying to tell my c@ck she’s not my type, only the a$$ole has had his own idea since he saw her. It won’t last long though, it never wants any woman for long. When she offers herself to me, it’s with a contract where I hold all the control, all I have to do is sign.