Passion, Power, and Privilege (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Cara Addison

  “Every time?” Isabelle queried, incredulously.

  Kate wanted to stick her head into the sand and escape the blossoming conversation. She gave Bradley a playfully hostile stare as she searched her mind for the words to plead her case. “It’s not that complicated,” she began. “Complex maybe, but not complicated.”

  “How many is multiple?” Isabelle asked, clearly intrigued with the topic.

  “Yes, GQ, do tell?” Richard added, a little curious himself.

  “Two, sometimes three,” he answered casually as she playfully smacked his shoulder, “sometimes a half dozen.”

  “Six?” their hosts gasped in unison. “Are they all alike?” Isabelle asked, her accent hanging on every word.

  Kate brushed the imaginary grains of sand off her thigh as she thought of a way to describe the intoxicating sensation. “It’s more like an earthquake,” she explained. “The first tremor is violent, which is followed by a serious of powerful, but less intense aftershocks.”

  “Sounds delightful,” she heard Isabelle whisper, as the men sat in stunned silence.

  “Maybe, GQ, the two of you just fit together perfectly,” Isabelle offered, still very curious about the mysterious answer to the question of the hour.

  “Maybe.” He paused in deep reflection, “but that doesn’t explain the multiples when I go down on her.”

  Isabelle swore under her breath.

  “Seriously, GQ. You’re killing me,” Richard exclaimed as he slipped out of their cabana, making his way to their wing of the villa. “Belle,” he called, fondly. “Join me?”

  Isabelle slipped out of the cabana, adding, “This conversation isn’t over, Kate. I need to know your secret.”

  “It’s not a secret,” she insisted, sending Isabelle on her way.

  “Well, you certainly know how to clear a room,” Kate whispered as she ran her fingers through his hair.

  “Trust me, he’s not upset. I did Richard a favor,” he added with a smile as he rolled onto his side planting soft kisses on her abdomen. “So, how do you do it?”

  “You’re assuming it’s me, and not you, that causes multiples.”

  “Is it me?” he asked, delighted by the idea that he had stumbled up some magical formula.

  “Truthfully?” she pondered. “It’s you, it’s me, it’s both of us. Pleasure-filled sex is mental, it’s physical, and it’s emotional,” she explained. “I try not to let myself think single-mindedly. No limits.” She smiled sexily. “I want to embrace every single sensation. Add in that you are an exceptional lover who pays attention to, and indulges my body’s responses, and”—she paused, softening her voice—“and the fact that I’m falling madly in love with you—” She exhaled deeply at the revelation. “It’s the perfect trifecta.”

  His face softened, hearing the final variable in the mysterious formula. “Girl,” he whispered as he softly nuzzled her skin. “I fell in love with you the night we stood on the balcony at my birthday party.” He paused, looking up at her. “I just didn’t know how to tell you without scaring you off.”

  The butler appeared, delivering two glasses of ice-cold water. Kate sipped slowly, needing to cool her body temperature from the sun, and the intensity of the conversation. Draining his glass, he reached across her body, placing the cup on the side table. He began kissing her shoulder, his cold lips sparking against her hot flesh. He lowered, planting kisses between her breasts. Icy-hot shots of pleasure coursed through her body, as his lips swirled an ice cube that he’d secretly saved from his drink up and around one breast. He flicked the cube against her nipple before drawing her into his hot, wet mouth, gently grazing his teeth across the firm, rounded surface.

  She moaned as he shimmied off his trunks while the ice cube dropped from his mouth, slipping down her belly, leaving a trail of delight in its wake. He quickly unsnapped the two bikini straps at her hips, exposing her wet, pink flesh.

  “I like this,” he whispered, kissing the fully waxed surface that her bikini had covered. “Let’s keep this?”

  “Absolutely,” she murmured as he nuzzled the lone patch of untanned skin on her body. “Whatever your pleasure.”

  He slipped his fingers down to her pussy, catching her gaze as he swirled, having discovered her auditory delight to his actions. He spread her legs, leisurely licking up one side of her swollen lips. She moaned.

  “You like that?”

  She nodded.

  “Say it.”

  “Yes,” she whispered, discovering how her verbal responses aroused him. He licked down the other side, rewarding her reply. He slipped a finger inside her pussy.

  “Use two,” she murmured, urging him on. He eagerly slipped a second finger into her, twisting and thrusting as he slipped his other hand under her bottom.

  “You’re a hot little mess, girl,” he murmured huskily as he removed his fingers, sliding them up to expose his next target. His breath sent shots of delight through her pelvis. She gently lifted her hips to meet him. “You want more, don’t you?”

  “Yessss,” she moaned as he delicately licked and swirled his tongue against her swollen clit. She blissfully realized that his slight Southern drawl was more exaggerated as he uttered each sexy phrase. Kate ran her fingers through his hair, gently pressing him against her throbbing pussy. He responded, expertly moving his strong tongue against her, increasing power and speed in response to her sobbing groans. The earthquake tremor began, emanating from the epicenter, sending seismic waves of intense gratification through her body. “Don’t stop,” she begged.

  “I have no such intention,” he murmured, as the vibrations of his voice against her pussy yielded another wave of exquisite delight. The aftershocks continued over and over until she was completely spent.

  Sensing her exhaustion, he relented, slowly kissing up her belly and settling beside her. Holding up one finger, she panted, “Give me a minute,” still trying to catch her breath.

  “I’ve got all day.” He smiled, clearly pleased with his work.

  “I think, GQ.” She smiled wickedly. “You’re the he in hedonism.”

  With her strength returning, Kate quickly rolled over, and straddled his abdomen, pinning his shoulders back against the pillow. She leaned in, kissing him. “I don’t ever want to leave here.”

  “Well.” He laughed. “Who ever wants to leave hedonism?”

  “Oh, I’d never leave that behind.” She smiled amusingly. Kate slowly raised her body and lifted her hips, shifting them back, taking his hard cock into her pussy. She pulled his knees up, and leaned back, resting against them. “Please tell me we can come back here someday.” She sighed peacefully.

  He interlocked his fingers with hers, a puzzled expression on his face. “You do know that I’m inside you, right?”

  Without moving her body, she gently tightened around his hard shaft, causing his abs to tense in response to the unexpected pleasure. “I’m fully aware,” she answered mischievously, tightening again. His abs flinched. She rhythmically tightened and released, and then squeezed again, watching his eyes roll back before they fluttered shut. “Feel good?”

  “Fuck, yes.”

  She increased the strength of her grip against his cock, causing him to moan sharply. She was intrigued. His breathing became shallow as she repeatedly tightened and released, increasing frequency and strength. He inhaled sharply. “You’re going to come, aren’t you?” she asked in delighted amazement. He moaned loudly, the grip on her hands becoming almost painful as he climaxed.

  “What the fuck was that?” he asked in a slow drawl, running his fingers through his hair.

  “That. Was. Fun.” She leaned forward, laying her body against his.

  “We can come back here anytime, girl. Anytime.”

  Late that afternoon, they packed up and made their way back to the jet that was waiting on the tarmac. Kate climbed the stairs, and turned to survey Sandy Sheets. She smiled to herself, promising that she’d be back. Soon.

  Chapter 10
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  When they arrived home from the airport, Kate heard an unfamiliar ringtone. Bradley answered his cellphone. “Hey Chad, how are you?” he said, happy to hear his son’s voice. “No sorry. I’ve been offline for a few days. I just stepped in the door.” He listened intently, a broad smile crossing his face. “Congratulations! What wonderful news.” Kate furrowed her brow, trying to determine what was so newsworthy. “Chad’s engaged,” he mouthed, passing on the good news. They exchanged particulars for a few minutes before he signed off.

  “Sounds like it’s time for a party,” she suggested.

  “What a great idea, Kate.” Why don’t we invite all of the kids here for a weekend, and we can celebrate together?”

  “I’m assuming you’ve met his girlfriend…or rather, fiancée,” she corrected herself.

  “Oh, for sure. Lauren. They’ve dated for a number of years now. Lovely girl. Born and raised in Georgia. She’s just joined a physiotherapy clinic, and they have an eye on a house. Why don’t I send the boys an e-mail, and suggest a few dates for an engagement party? We can host it here.”

  “I can’t wait to meet everyone.” She smiled, hoping inwardly that they would be open to having her in their father’s life.

  “They’re going to love you, Kate,” he said as he took her in his arms. “Almost as much as I do.”

  * * * *

  Kate worked diligently each day with city staff to bring her vision for the city to life. She attended dozens of meetings in addition to the countless public events she was expected to attend. She no longer had time to prepare speeches, preferring to address the crowds with candid remarks. They loved it, responding with genuine enthusiasm at each and every event. Brad was by her side, on evenings and weekends, and whenever his schedule permitted him to slip away from the office.

  Three weeks later, the Taylor clan was set to descend on Bradley’s house. Kate had a public event to attend on Friday evening while Bradley picked up his three sons and their mates at the airport. When she arrived at the Taylor home at nine o’clock, the reunion was in full swing. The boys were boisterous, not even hearing her enter the front door. She watched for a moment as they laughed and joked together as a family.

  “Ah, there you are sweetheart,” Bradley greeted, suddenly realizing that Kate had arrived. “You look beautiful.”

  The room full of kids calmed themselves and prepared for introductions. He began with the couple they had gathered to honor. “Kate, this is my son Chad, and his fiancée Lauren.” She stared into the fresh-faced youngster in front of her, mesmerized by the likeness he held to Bradley. The eyes. The hair. The boyish grin. Chad was the splitting image of his father.

  “Congratulations, Chad. You have my best wishes, Lauren. This is very exciting.”

  “Thank you so much, ma’am. Nice to meet you,” Chad replied. She was struck by his thick accent, and realized how much of the drawl Bradley had lost.

  “Ouch. Let’s dispense of ma’am, shall we?” She looked around the room addressing them all, “Please, call me Kate.”

  Next, Brad introduced Seth and his wife Amanda. Finally, she was introduced to the youngest of the Taylor clan, Drew, who was between girlfriends. He was polite, but seemed less than delighted to meet her. Having recently lost his mother, Kate suspected he might be having difficulty with the idea of his father dating.

  “What a delight to meet all of you. Please, don’t stop the celebration on my account.”

  They planned and reminisced long into the night. Finally, Chad pulled his bride-to-be from the sofa and escorted her upstairs. The others quickly followed. Kate quickly tidied the room before joining Bradley in the master suite. He was already in bed, naked and waiting for her. She closed the double door to the bedroom and stripped of her clothes before climbing under the sheets. They kissed and caressed each other.

  “You really did lose a lot of your accent,” she stated as she nuzzled his neck. “Why?”

  He sighed. “When I was twenty-five, executives in New York and LA didn’t seem to take me seriously. I think they thought I was just a redneck kid.”

  “How did you lose it?” she asked, tugging has his earlobe.

  “I took voice lessons for four years. I learned to speak all over again. Apparently, old habits die hard.” He smiled, knowing that the drawl was prone to escaping when they were in bed.

  He pushed her back against the pillow, kissing her urgently. “I did some research this week,” he whispered through the kisses.

  “And?”

  “I want to make you squirt.”

  She pushed him back slightly, looking into his fiery eyes, her face a mix of curiosity and deep arousal. “Interesting,” she whispered, slowly kissing him. “Wait, you were watching porn this week?”

  He laughed. “It was a medical journal,” he said, defensively, kissing her while his hands traveled her body. “And then yes, I watched a video to see what to expect.”

  She mulled the idea over in her mind. “Your kids are in the house. They’re just down the hall.”

  He laughed. “They’re adults, Kate. They’re not going to barge in because they’ve had a bad dream.”

  She suddenly realized why there was a towel on his nightstand. “You’ve clearly done your homework,” she whispered, kissing him hungrily.

  He moaned and grabbed the towel, pulling it under the sheets as he kissed his way down to her breasts. He nibbled and kissed, drawing exquisite pleasure, but it was the thought of his ultimate goal that aroused her the most. She moaned deeply as he twisted a nipple, giving it a gentle tug with his lips. His hands continued massaging her breasts as he dipped to kiss her belly. “You smell incredible.” His tongue darted into her navel, dispersing ripples of pleasure. His fingers explored. “You’re so wet.”

  She moaned.

  She slipped two fingers down and spread her swollen labia, giving him complete access to her pussy.

  “Oh God,” he moaned, dipping to brush his tongue against her clit. She gasped, arching her back in response to the intense pleasure. He slipped a finger into her, and then another, beginning the journey. He gently thrust his fingers as he kissed her clit. She was already moaning and writhing under his touch. He found her swollen G-spot, and gently brushed it with his finger, causing her to scream in delight. She swore under her breath, triggering his delight in having drawn such a response from her. He slowly, repeatedly brushed his finger against her G-spot, urging her on. “I can’t wait for you to come, girl.” His fingers moved constantly, gently increasing pressure as he swirled inside her. He slowly began squishing fluid from her G-spot as she arched and writhed.

  “Oh my go-o—” she gasped, as her vision began to blur and her hearing became fuzzy. She inhaled sharply, releasing a long, moaning scream, as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body. She suddenly felt hot, wet liquid on her legs, and she reached down, massaging the smooth silky fluid across her thigh. She was still gasping for breath, spasms continuing to rock her body as he gently flicked her clit with his tongue.

  “That was…” She had no words.

  “You should see your eyes.” He smiled, rising to softly kissing her breast. “They’ve turned an electric blue.”

  “How…messy was it?”

  “Go have a shower. I’ll change the sheets. We’re not done.” He smiled wickedly.

  She staggered to her feet, walking woozily to the shower. She was spent, and yet terribly aroused. She washed quickly, anxious to return to his bed. She toweled off, returning to help pull the soft white comforter back over the fresh sheets.

  He was still hard, and she wanted to taste his cock. She crawled onto the bed and, reaching over, pulled him toward her. She shifted onto her back, pulling him onto his knees to straddle her chest. The sight of his long, hard cock in front of her was very tantalizing. “Beautiful,” she whispered as she softly began licking his balls, kissing one and then the other. She looked up at his eyes, and watched them flutter shut as she took one ball into her mouth and swirled her
tongue around it. She kissed her way up his shaft, and slipped his cock into her mouth, sucking gently.

  “You’re so hot and wet…” He moaned. “I need…you…” He pulled suddenly from her mouth, and pushed her legs apart. “Damn, girl.” He thrust his hard shaft into her pussy, and with fierce intensity, made love to her.

  Over and over, they moved about the room, piling pleasure upon pleasure. Lying completely spent, Kate looked at the clock. Her alarm would go off in four hours.

  Saturday morning, she rose at six o’clock and showered before heading to the kitchen to brew coffee before the rest of the family roused. Slowly, members of the family emerged. First Lauren and then Amanda. Kate scanned the headlines. The three ladies sat silently around the coffee pot for some time before anyone spoke. “Was that you and Seth I heard last night?” Lauren quietly asked her soon to be sister-in-law.

  “It wasn’t me,” said Amanda. Puzzled, the girls sipped their coffee before Amanda looked at Kate with a look of horror on her face. “Oh my God! No-o-o-o! He’s my father-in-law…he’s…old…” Her hands were over her ears, trying to erase the sounds she had heard hours earlier.

  “Who’s old?” Lauren queried, a little slow on the uptake.

  “It was them.” Amanda spat out the words, pointing at Kate.

  “He is not old,” Kate assured them as she brewed another pot of coffee before Chad and Seth staggered into the kitchen. They sat, scanning their smartphones, silently sipping coffee.

  Kate began making French toast, the smell of cinnamon drawing Bradley in to make the fresh-squeezed orange juice. When Drew finally made an appearance, the kitchen island had been transformed into a breakfast table. “Which one of you kept me awake last night?” Drew asked, playfully hugging Amanda and Lauren. Without a word, both girls pointed at Kate, turning all six heads in her direction. “Fuck, Dad! Seriously?”

  “Watch your mouth,” Brad admonished, smacking his son on the back of the head. “Sit down. It’s time for breakfast.”