by M. K. Moore
Finding His Heart
Finding His Love Novella, Book 3
M.K. Moore
Flirty Filth Publishing
Contents
Blurb
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Epilogue
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
Other books by MK Moore
About the Author
Dedicated to following your heart.
Sweet little Nina is coming and there’s no stopping these two. Instalove a year in the making means slow is no longer in their vocabulary. I hope you love Karl & Nina as much as I do.
XOXO
MK
Finding His Heart (Finding His Love Novella, Book 3)
By MK Moore
© MK Moore 2019 Flirty Filth Publishing.
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This book is intended for adults only. Contains sexual content and language that may offend some. The suggested reading audience is 18 years or older. I consider this book as Erotic Adult Romance.
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Blurb
I was too old for her, but that didn't stop me from loving her.
I was too young to love him, but I did it anyway.
Now, she's mine and nothing will keep me from her.
Now, I'm his and I'll never break his heart.
This is a safe, steamy instalove with all the over the top feels you can handle.
Chapter One
Karl Thorne
As I sit behind my desk, I know I should be working but instead I think the things that are really important to me. My family. My two best friends, Henry and Kobe. My work. Her. Always her. She's never far from my thoughts.
In a city the size of Grandview, New York, Thorne Industries is the largest employer. I pushed hard to make it incentivized enough to bring people from the city here. It worked, thankfully. My father and grandfather were content to leave this company in the 1950s. I modernized everything when I took the reins from my dad, who retired early due to his health. About ten years ago, we got large enough to interest a sports team in the form of hockey, thus making us a city. The Ice Hawks bring in a lot of tourists. I am always thinking about the future. Speaking of, I tap the intercom button on my phone.
“Tracy, can you come in here for a moment?” I ask. As the CEO of Thorne Industries, I shouldn’t have been counting down the days until my executive assistant’s granddaughter turned eighteen but here I am, and time is up.
Nina Firth has been the only thing on my mind since I saw her a year ago sitting right outside my office waiting on her grandmother. She had just moved here from Georgia, I later learned. I also learned about her father taking a job in Egypt, taking her mother with him. They left her to finish her last year of high school in a new town a thousand miles from home. In fact, Nina is the only woman who has ever crossed my mind more than once and the only one I’ll ever allow into my bed or my so-called heart. Her southern accent makes me crazy. Just listening to her talk about mundane things makes my cock hard.
When I was younger, my grandfather told me a story about how he met my grandmother when she was six and he was seven. Not even war could keep them apart. My Gran joined the Army Nurse Corp and because they were married, she was able to join his M*A*S*H unit where he was the radio operator. I wanted that kind of love, but it never happened for me. So, instead of giving up, I kept on my path and I waited until the woman I would marry presented herself. I never imagined that she’d be slightly underage when she did finally show up and that I’d have to be patient a little while longer. Without hesitation, for her, I’d bide my time forever.
“Yes, sir?” Tracy asks after opening my office door.
“Tracy, how many times have I asked you to call me Karl?”
“That’s not how things are done, sir. Certainly not how your grandfather and father did it?”
“I’m not them, Tracy," I say reminding her of that fact.
“That’s for damn sure,” she says laughing. “Fine, Karl. What did you need?” she asks, rolling her eyes. She has worked here longer than anymore. She refuses to retire despite being damn near eighty.
“I’d like to hire Nina as my personal assistant until Henry returns from paternity leave.” Henry has been my assistant since I started working for my father in the finance department right after I graduated from college. He and his wife just had their first baby. I had no problem giving him an extended leave for the occasion, but I didn’t realize just how much he did for me. Speaking of, I need to give him a raise. I’ve managed and let’s be honest, I don’t want Nina to be my assistant, I want her to be my wife.
“That’s a good idea, Karl. I’ll give her a call. She’s been bored since she graduated. Though her birthday party last night was fun. Thank you for coming by the way.”
“No thanks necessary, trust me." As if I could sit idly by while she parties with teenage boys. I didn't have much to worry about. I was the only man in attendance under forty. "So, you'll call her today?" I ask, hoping I don't sound too eager.
"Yes. I'll ring her now."
"Excellent. Have her come in as soon as possible."
“No problem. Anything else? Lunch perhaps?”
“No thanks. I am good for now.”
Tracy leaves my office giving me the opportunity to think about what I am going to say to Nina. Somehow, I don't think me grunting "you, me, bed, forever," like a caveman is going to work on her, but even knowing that, it doesn't change the facts. It's exactly what I want.
Impatiently, I wait for her to show up. Like the fucking creeper I am, I pull up her social media. I have been following her since the day I met her. Between that, one long conversation at her grandparents 60th anniversary party, about twenty work parties, and several company picnics, I know everything I need to know about her. She loves the color ecru, which is just white, but it's that specific shade that's her favorite. She's a science fiction aficionado. A Trekkie and a Whovian. I knew what a Trekkie was, but I had to look up Whovian. Thank God for Amazon Prime Video. I binged that show because it was fantastic, and I am about eighty percent sure I could pass some sort of quiz about it. She has no desire to go to college, but she wants to own a bookstore right on main street in Grandview. I took the liberty of purchasing a building with a ton of built-in shelving four doors down my corporate headquarters. Even if it's not what she was thinking, it's a good investment. After about twenty minutes, it takes everything in me not buzz Tracy back and see what's going on.
Shaking my head, I get back to work. It's a busy time of year in the domestic shipping industry. I look up a while later when there is a soft knock on my door.
"Come in," I say. The door s
lowly pushes open and then she's standing before me. She's wearing a low-cut purple dress that flares at the knees and ecru kitten heels. Always ecru. Her dress is so tight and low cut that I can see the inside curve of her tits. My fists clench on my desk. Possessive jealousy washes over me. Who the hell else saw her like this? Saw what I think of as mine?
"You wanted me, Mr. Thorne? She pauses. I can see the blush rising on her cheeks. Then she giggles and I think my cock will bust through my slacks. "I mean, you wanted to see me," she corrects, smiling at me. Her green eyes are bright, and I feel like she's looking through me. Her black hair is shiny and hanging in loose curls at her shoulders.
Fuck me running, she is going to break me without even trying.
Chapter Two
Nina Firth
Way to go, Nina, I think as I walk over to the chair he indicated in front of his sleek desk. He makes me tongue tied. I know he only asked me here because he needs an assistant, but a girl can dream, right? And I have dreamt about him. A lot. Ever since I first saw him, his tie unknotted hanging loose around his neck, hair disheveled, I lusted after him. Then as time went on, I got to know him. I sought him out at parties, and he humored me. Stupidly, I fell in love with a man twelve years older than me who'd never give me the time of day. He probably dates models or actresses, not little girl nobodies, like me. Though to be fair, in my FBI level stalking of him, I never saw him with anybody other than his mom, grandmother, or sister. Not even in his college days still immortalized on Facebook and something called Myspace. I am sure he's well versed in keeping things private though. I sit, crossing my legs, not taking my eyes off of him. He licks his lips. Maybe he's not so unaffected by me as I thought he was.
"You were right the first time," he mumbles under his breath, but I understand what he said. It has me squirming in my seat.
"Excuse me?" I ask, needing him to say it louder.
"Nothing." He shakes his head. Thank you for coming in today, Ms. Firth," he says instead. Damn it. Maybe I just thought he said that.
"Nina," I say quickly. Ms. Firth is too formal.
"Nina, do you know why you're here?" he asks nodding.
"Yes, Mr. Thorne. My grandmother said you needed a temporary assistant. I am happy to help you in any way," I say reaching into my bag and pulling out my iPad. Opening a text document, I prepare to take notes. "What would you like me to do to you. Shit. I mean for you. Ugh. What are my duties?" I want to die. Crawl in a hole and die. I am so unprofessional. I should get out of the chair and walk away before he thinks I'm crazy. Except I can't. I know there is a huge wet spot on the chair. In the few minutes I've been in his office, I've soaked through my panties. It's his voice, his body, his mannerisms. He turns me on so much so that I feel like I'm on fire. Liquid fire, but fire, nonetheless.
"You'll call me Karl. Let's go to lunch," he says. Not a question but more like a statement of fact.
"But my duties?" I ask, trying to keep my cool.
"I think you misunderstand, Nina. I did tell your grandmother I wanted you to come in for a job, but that's not why I wanted you to come in."
"Did you use my grandmother to get me here so you could ask me out?" I question, setting my iPad on the empty chair to my right.
"Yes. Is that a problem?"
"No. Just clarifying."
"Let's go," he says standing. I can feel my eyes widen as he does so. His cock is poking out of the waistband of his slacks.
"Um… Karl?"
"Yes, Nina?" His voice is thicker than it was a moment ago.
"Um… your," I start say but end up pointing to the area instead. He looks down then back up to me.
"Say the word, Nina," he demands. Fuck it. If he wants me to talk to him like a hooker, I will. I step a little closer to him. Emboldened by his command, I reach out and touch the thick, slick head that's poking out. I run my thumb in light circles around the tip. He shudders under my touch.
"Mr. Thorne. Your cock is hanging out for all the world to see."
"And?" he growls.
"I don't much like that," I say honestly.
Then his lips are on mine and I'm lost. Lost in a world of emotions and colors I didn't know existed. His kiss is both hard and sensual. It's claiming. It's like nothing I imagined it would be like. It's so much better. So much more. My thumb is still circling him. His cock is throbbing under my touch. Am I really doing this? He groans and pulls away from me. He steps back and tucks himself away.
"Let's go," he says taking my hand. Thankfully, Gran isn't at her desk and we make it to the elevator unseen. I am not ashamed or anything, but I don't really want to explain this right now. Whatever this is. In the parking garage, he leads me to his car, a newer Lexus SUV. He opens the passenger door and I climb in. I put my seatbelt on while he walks around to get in the driver's side.
"Where are we going?" I ask after we've left the garage.
"What do you feel like eating?" he asks gripping the steering wheel, hard. Suddenly, I imagine and doing the very same thing to my hips.
"I'm not… hungry," I say breathlessly.
"Nina, I'm taking you to my place," he growls.
"I'm not saying no," I say reaching over and touching his thigh. His cock is long and thick, resting there like a fucking log. My mouth waters thinking about him taking my cherry.
"Are you wet, Nina?"
"Yes," I answer as we stop at railroad crossing. The arm is down but the train hasn't reached this crossing yet.
"Pull your panties down and show me my pussy," he demands. Without thought, I lift my ass off the seat and pull them down to my knees. His big hand comes off the steering wheel to grip my thigh hard. I flip my skirt up and show him my bare, glistening pussy. His knuckles graze my clit causing me to gasp. I spread my knees a little further for him.
"Mmm… Karl," is all I can manage. I see the train now. It goes a little past the crossing then stops altogether. The train is the last thing on my mind as his fingers drag up and down my slit.
"Make yourself come for me, Nina. I want to watch you fuck your fingers in my car before I fuck you in our bed." His hand moves away, and I replace them with my own fingers. I flutter them over my clit quickly. I know what gets me off. Thoughts of him. But this is real life. I moan his name as I ride my fingers.
Did he say our bed?
Chapter Three
Karl
Watching her little fingers working her clit is almost too much. I am about thirty seconds from fucking her in the car in broad fucking daylight. I notice she doesn't dip her fingers inside her pussy. I wonder if that means she's a virgin.
"Are you a virgin, Nina?" I can't help but ask.
"Y... Yes," she moans.
"Son of a bitch," I murmur.
"I'm coming," she cries. As soon as she stops, I grab her wrist and bring her wet fingers to my face. First, I am entranced by the intoxicating scent of her. Then I wrap my lips around them sucking them clean. A mistake to be sure. I groan at how sweet and delicious she tastes. I'll never get enough. The train passes and it takes the asshole behind me honking his horn to get me moving again. She pulls her fingers from my mouth and pulls her panties up.
"Amazing. You. Are. Amazing," I tell her. She giggles.
"Yeah? I wonder what I'll be able to do in our bed?" The way she over exaggerates "our" tells me she doesn't yet know what's happening here, but she will. Before the motherfucking day is over, she'll be my fiancée and God willing, be bred with my baby.
I pull up the driveway. I've lived here for about a year now. The week after I met her, I moved from my apartment in Buffalo to this house. Much like my buddy, Kobe, I didn't decorate my new place, with the exception of painting the walls ecru. I was waiting for Nina to decorate the rest of the house to her liking. Kobe is a hockey player who is on the road often. Hearth and home don’t mean much to him right now.
"This is where you live?" she asks.
"Yes. Why? If you hate it, we'll move anywhere you want." I'd figure out how to g
et a timeshare on the damn moon if that's what she wants.
"What? No. I love it. It's huge. I was just surprised you live here alone. Wait. You do live here alone, right? Like you don't have a wife or a girlfriend who is out of town or something? I probably should have asked that before I stroked your cock or played with my pussy in front of you," she babbles. Reaching out, I grip her chin and force her to look at me.
"First of all, I'd never do something like that. I don't cheat and I don't lie. Second, you're the first and the last woman to touch this cock. It's yours just as your cunt is mine. Third, I don't really think I need a third, do I?" She shakes her head. "Are things starting become clear, Nina? I've been in love with you for over a year. I patiently waited for you to turn eighteen, but I'm done waiting." She doesn't say anything for a few minutes. I worry that I've scared her, not that I'd let her leave me, but still I worry.
"I love you too, Karl. So much," she says climbing over the center console. Thank God. I take her lips in a deep kiss. She melts into me. There's no fucking way our first time will be in the car. Somehow, I manage to get out of the car while carrying her. I set her down next to me by the front door. Once inside, I drag her to the bedroom. She can take the tour later. She kicks her little heels off and turns her back to me.
"What do you need?" I ask, kissing her neck.
"Unzip me, please," she says. Slowly. I pull the zipper down her back, my knuckles grazing every vertebra on my way down. She turns back to face me, then purposefully shimmies out of the dress. Her full gorgeous tits are on display for me. No bra, just soaked panties.
