Mad About You: A Box Set

by Pamela Ann

  His words pierced through my fog. He blew up on Peter Weber? My, that must’ve been quite a sight. I could readily see him blowing a gasket while my father remained calm and composed, as if he hadn’t declared he was leaving us soon. Jared’s enlightening revelation made me feel like less of a heel. My conversation with my father wasn’t so impassioned compared to his, but that didn’t mean the same emotions didn’t course through me.

  For a while, I found myself livid when I let my emotions get the best of me. But each time I had seen his deteriorating state, all of those ill feelings had evaporated, only to be replenished with sorrow and profound agony.

  “If your wife died, would you wish the same fate?” I found myself asking, wondering what his thoughts were on the subject.

  “If she was my world like how Edna was to Peter, then, yes, without hesitation.”

  My stomach churned at the idea of him falling madly in love with a woman, so much so that he wouldn’t think twice before following in my father’s footsteps. Someday, I hoped to find someone to love me just as fiercely. Jared wasn’t the man for me, even though my heart and body protested at the very thought of another man. “Your future wife’s one lucky lady,” I stated without malice but with sincerity.

  He chuckled with delight. “You say it as if you aren’t my wife.”

  I rolled my eyes, quite glad I wasn’t facing him so he couldn’t catch my contorted face. “Stop patronizing me, Jared. You know what I mean. The woman you’ll love until you die, not the woman you presently married for business purposes.”

  My statement rendered him silent. Good, he realized his joke was lost on me.

  My phone beeped, and I reached out for it to find Wyatt’s message.

  When can I take you out for breakfast? I could give you a tour of your campus. I’ll be a perfect guide, I promise. How about it, beautiful?

  Nosy Jared surely read it as well. I didn’t care if he did or didn’t. Replying to his message, I quickly responded that I’d call him tomorrow.

  “He’s quite persistent, isn’t he?”

  Wyatt…damn. If I kept going this way, Blair wouldn’t be amused. I had to make a decision soon because if Blair heard it from another person, she’d be none too pleased. “He makes me laugh. It’s so easy to be with him. He knows me so well I don’t have to hide anything from him, but I don’t know…I haven’t made up my mind yet.” My honesty shocked me. Jared had no designs where I was concerned; maybe it made it easier to state such truthful things to him.

  “I saw the possessive way he looked at you. He won’t stop until you’re his.”

  “That’s nothing new. He’s always had a thing for me.” Much more so now seeing I was actually considering him after years of ignoring his advances towards me.

  “What’s stopping you?”

  You. It was always you. Sadly, this pathetic excuse didn’t satisfy any longer. I had vowed to move on, and I intend to, whether my heart agreed to let go of Jared or not.

  “Nothing’s stopping me, Jared. I don’t see anything wrong with taking my time after Jack. Wyatt knows that.” Well, I hoped Wyatt knew it. I had revealed as much.

  “And Dexter Berg?” There was a strange quality to his voice.

  Was it disapproval? Worry? Disgust? I couldn’t be sure. Maybe it was because Dexter was David Berg’s spawn. It had to be. Even though David Berg remained in the company after a major falling out with my father, David had continuously tried to undermine my father’s decisions. And I supposed, David’s negativity would now be channeled to the new CEO of the company. Jared could handle him. Jared seemed considerate where I was concerned, but everyone knew the man made a terrifying adversary. Jared wasn’t my father, and I doubted he had Peter Weber’s patience, either. David had better watch out.

  “Dexter? I don’t think he sees me that way. He’s always been über friendly, but he never really asked me out.”

  “I saw you give your number.”

  He caught everything; it was unnerving. “He asked for it. I saw no reason not to give it.”

  “You were flirting with him…at your father’s funeral at that,” he uttered disapprovingly.

  Flirting? That was beyond absurd. “Don’t be ridiculous!”

  “You like him.”

  “I’ve always thought him cute, but now…I haven’t seen him for two years, and he looks great.” Well before Jared came into the picture, Dexter Berg was my crush. Our fathers used to be really close, so we hung out almost every weekend. “Does he meet your approval?”

  “No. Not by a long shot.”

  “Why not?”

  “His father’s David Berg. The man’s been undermining my authority, much more so now that Peter’s gone. Second, Dexter doesn’t deserve you. You’re too good for the likes of him.”

  “You’re entitled to your opinion, of course. But if it comes to it, if David does show interest, it won’t stop me from seeing him,” I said. I wasn’t to conform to his beliefs. He wasn’t his father. David had done nothing wrong. And I wasn’t going to ignore him because his father was a spiteful idiot.

  “Be careful…That’s all I ask.”

  Jared sure took this “you’re my responsibility” to a new level. He was more protective than my father. Imagine that. If he was like this towards me, I couldn’t fathom how he’d be to his wife and children. “You’re going to be a nightmare to whoever marries you someday…with you being a bona fide stalker and all. I’ll make sure to pray for her.”

  “Oh, yeah?” He playfully pinched my hip. “Says the woman who married me!" He pompously declared before his teeth sank into my neck.

  A sudden burst of wetness seeped out between my thighs, making me whimper with need. “Jared—stop, stop! I don’t want to get aroused. So please stop.”

  In a quick haste, the man shifted my body so he was facing me instead of my back. The soft glow of the candle gently bounced across his chiseled features. It made his eyes a hundred times more magnetizing than they had the right to be. He gazed down on me, noting my face so close to his own. “You already are aroused.”

  I’ll always want you.

  “It’s hard not to be. You’ve been naughty.” I saw no need to lie.

  “You are so responsive…” His heated eyes slid lower, admiring the rapid rise of my chest as I heavily panted against his intense scrutiny. My nipples blatantly protruded over the sheer cotton slip. “Sometimes I wonder what it’d be like to taste you…”

  “We’ve been there, done that. I don’t want to fight with you.” The last fight we had was a tumultuous one. He abhorred the idea of wanting me; he declared as much. So why was he giving in to his baser instincts?

  “Jared…this isn’t—” My voice faltered when he took my thumb, brought it to his lips, and erotically licked the pad before gently sucking on it. FUCK. He sure knew how to put my vagina under his spell. “You are so bad!” I moaned, peering at him like he was my nirvana. He was so sexy it was fucking unbearable.

  “You have that look on you…”

  “What look?”

  Cerulean blues held me in their sensual grip. “You’re silently begging me to fuck you.”

  “You’re lying.”

  He smiled, a smile that entailed how much he adored seeing me in such a heady state. A roguish smile that foretold the thrill it gave him to witness his spell working on me. His eyes slowly devoured me, and in those powerful depths, he conveyed I had no chance of escaping him until he was ready to do so. “Your lips part when your nipples start to harden. You blush before your eyes dilate, and you start gazing at me through those long lashes. And when you can’t handle the heat, you start biting your lip as if you’re holding yourself back.”

  Hearing him describe how wanton I was brought all sorts of horror to me. “That’s not funny.” I was pathetic. It was no wonder he preferred Rose.

  “It’s true…” His forefinger agonizingly caressed the slopes of my cleavage while his eyes held me captive. “I love seeing how much I affect you.
It’s fucking hot.”

  Well, good for him, but I was done proving how effective his sexual prowess was. “You. Are. Insane.” I hardened my resolve, knowing this foreplay would go nowhere but towards his already inflated ego. “I’m going to sleep.” When I tried to shift back to my old position, Jared held me in place before he roughly tugged at my nipple through my slip. With the use of his other hand, he slowly slid the strap off my shoulder until one breast was bared to him. “Jesus…Don’t be cruel,” I pleaded before the torturous tugging and teasing began, and I was torn between giving in to him and fighting the carnal passion he lit within me.

  “Jared,” I hopelessly moaned his name while my body unconsciously arched towards him, offering more of me.

  His lips trailed across my jaw. They left soft kisses in their wake before halting quite close to my ear. His tongue lightly darted out and licked my lobe. “Yes, Gisele?” he seductively asked with a voice promising a dark, licentious night ahead. “Clear your mind. Don’t think…just feel. I hate seeing you sad, so let me ease your pain if only for a short while.”

  He wasn’t going to have sex with me. He carefully crafted his words in such a way he hoped I was too aroused to analyze them. But I caught on. He gravely took his responsibility to new heights. His obligation didn’t entail granting me orgasms, too. As much as I wanted him, I simply couldn’t take advantage of him in such a way. I had no desire for his pity. “No, you’ll regret saying this in the morning. It isn’t right. This has to stop.”

  “Are you really saying no to me, hm?” His hand brushed my thighs, trailing it upwards before his middle finger found my bare pussy. His digit dipped into my folds, parting them with purpose. “You’re so wet,” he groaned against my ear. His manhood swelled over his boxers before thrusting his massive arousal against my thigh. “I fucking want to taste your cunt. Let me pleasure you…” he begged with urgency. “Let my tongue fuck you, Gisele.”

  “I can’t—”

  Jared didn’t pay heed to my words. The man simply took charge by hoisting my body upwards. Everything happened at such a speedy rate I barely grasped that my pussy sat on his mouth. He groaned as he looked up at me. Powerful hands slid my straps off so my breasts were on display. I stopped breathing altogether when the tip of his tongue aggressively glided across my slit. Strong large hands held my hips down, locking me in place to endure his vicious tongue-lashings.

  “God…you’re…” I choked on my saliva when his hands traveled towards my bottom, kneading and cupping it harshly while he furiously made me rock my hips harder into his mouth. “Oh, fuck!” I yelped.

  The moment his tongue pierced the entrance of my channel, I threw my head back and screamed. My cries went on for a long time. He didn’t stop until my body gifted him my essence, which he devoured with gusto.

  I was a panting mess when his palm connected with my ass cheek, spanking it hard.

  A guttural groan came out of his throat before his tongue restlessly circled my sensitive clit while he gazed at me with great satisfaction. “We’ve only just begun…Don’t you dare fall asleep on me.” Another smack landed on my other cheek before he shifted us again. Too out of my mind to argue with him, I found myself on my knees. He situated himself behind me, effectively taking my slip off, baring my fully naked body f0r his perusal and pleasure. “Your body’s fucking insane…” He parted my ass cheeks wide before applying his tongue to run through my clit all the way up to my other hole. My legs quivered at the alien feeling that coursed through my body. His tongue rested on my virgin hole before he poked the tip of his tongue into the entrance then glided it all the way down to my nub again. My body strained, immediately tensing at the thought of him doing anything there. “Jared—”

  My complaints, whatever they were, had all but disappeared when I felt his fingers rubbing my clit in a quick circular motion while his tongue glided in between my holes. He did this a few times before his speed picked up, ceasing my brain activity altogether, and all I could feel was the multiple sensations he awarded my body. I was panting his name, begging for release, and in a matter of minutes, I came when his palm struck my pussy hard.

  Even after I came, he carried on granting me one orgasm after the next until I’d fully surrendered to sleep. My body fell onto the mattress after the last wave of orgasm drained me of energy.

  He was an expert; there was no mistaking that. There was a reason women went gaga over him…Beast, they said. I believed I had just found out why.

  Chapter 15

  Jared

  Bloody. Fucking. Hell. Gisele’s body was probably the finest I’d ever had. She was all natural, unlike the others I’d had before. I had no aversions to women who liked plastic surgery. One got used to it, I supposed. But after exploring Gisele’s body, I doubted I could appreciate the other women like I used to.

  This woman would be the death of me. Not only was I being pulled apart inside, but it seemed my arrogance had proven me wrong. I had believed I had it all under control, but tonight had shown me otherwise. Her sadness was slowly letting her sink into depression, and I couldn’t stand idly by and let her go into oblivion. How could I when I had vowed to take care of her?

  Little did I know that sentiment was going to undermine every single thing I had prided myself to be—my indomitable self-control. Throw me the gauntlet, bypassing and breaching foreign countries and institutions without a trace, give me the toughest of projects—not once did I ever fail. They called me Phantom because I couldn’t be traced. I left no trails, no crumbs; one wouldn’t even guess I’d gone through their mainframe. I was that good. Well, up until Gisele came along…then I found myself second-guessing my stance. The absurdity of it all…It was so cliché. Values defeated by a woman…right. I was quite stunned at my actions, so stunned, indeed, that I couldn’t even bring myself to ponder about it due to deep mortification. If people found out the truth, they’d immediately think I was pursuing her because of her wealth and her stake in the company. But it was far from the truth. Any man would fall at her feet. I daresay a blind man wouldn’t be able to resist her bewitching charms, either. Not only could she play like an adorable goof, but she could instantly turn into this stunning bombshell by merely using her eyes. God fucking damn…those eyes. Gray eyes with bright flecks of gold and copper—no mortal man could resist those come-hither eyes, and she used them impressively to bend me to her will.

  And bend me, she did.

  My mouth salivated. My cock twitched. My passions heightened. My senses spellbound.

  Hypnotized, my eyes glowed with rabid hunger at the sight of the gorgeous sated woman sleeping before me. I wanted her so fucking much. I had never felt this much pain consuming my cock. Her beautiful bottom marred pink from my constant spanking. She welcomed it all without complaint. Each smack, her cunt dripped more of her juices.

  Her legs were still splayed apart after she had collapsed face down. Perverted bastard that I was, I couldn’t resist dipping my tongue to her glistening pussy once more. The sweet musk of her sex made me groan in vain. My lips began to trail upwards, worshipping her perfect round bottom, the beautiful arch of her spine and her shoulders. Hovering above her, my body gently half-pressed against hers before my lips found her neck.

  “Gisele?” She was fast asleep, but I was wide-awake and had a throbbing dick to contend with.

  Pulling my strained cock out, I gripped the base before guiding it towards her parted folds. I let out a guttural hiss when my bulbous tip stroked against her heat. My body became enslaved to the marvelous sensation of our sexes rubbing together. My lips sucked on her earlobe while my left hand gripped her left ass cheek to allow me more access to her sex. My body wound tightly as I frantically thrust my dick into her clit. When my orgasm was seconds away, I swiftly jerked my cock and reluctantly spilled my cream in my hand.

  After washing off in the bathroom, I came back to bed. I pulled her body against me. My lips rested against her neck. Her sweet ass rested against my hip, and my ragin
g hardness sat against her pussy. My release didn’t do much, it seemed. I wanted more, but I knew it’d be unwise. After tonight, I knew my need for Gisele would only worsen. How would I cope then?

  I wouldn’t. Therefore, I had to take all the measures needed to make sure I didn’t stray far.

  When I woke up at dawn with her pliant body still stuck to mine, I knew then I was walking a very delicate line, and if I ever dared cross it, there’d be no turning back.

  Was I ready for the consequences those actions entailed?

  No, I surely wasn’t. But I couldn’t stand seeing her stare into space, either. So, why deny us when I craved to have my tongue dipping into her wet heat? The blinding smile she granted me after I gave her release made me feel quite…gratified.

  As a result, I gave myself five days, arguing that once she started school, she’d be too distracted to spare me any time. So, in those five nights, I indulged her in every way I could. The only penetration she had was from my tongue, because had I used my fingers, it would be too difficult to resist not going all the way. Each night, I ached, drowning in my own misery, but I steeled my resolve when my eyes would draw to her cunt each time she passed out. I would reason that there was no harm in gliding it over her warmth, but I knew, even then, my tethered hunger wouldn’t be able to fully stop from sliding it into her entrance.

  My control was undoubtedly slipping. Every night, I suffered in bed. The ache, beyond unbearable.

  Gisele Weber was a siren threatening to unravel the very fabric of my existence. More importantly, my cock had indubitably fallen under her spell. It was enamored, and it sought more of her company. However, due to mounting reservations, I had never chanced getting her hand anywhere near it. The word temptation was conceived purposely for Gisele. She was the epitome of the word. It was rather endearing that I doubted the woman realized the magnitude of her power. Give her a few more years; she’d use it to her advantage. May God help the rest of the male species. They’d fall at her feet and worship her without question.