All Tied Up (Business of Love Book 2)

by Ali Parker

  I admired him—all of him. He had powerful muscles all over. His thighs were thick and defined, just like his arms. The cut of his hips had my mind running wild as he moved toward me. I backed up until the back of my legs hit the end of the bed.

  Then he reached out and flicked open the front clasp of my bra. It popped open and my boobs sprang free. Rick let out a low rumble of satisfaction and took my breasts in his hands. He squeezed gently and then harder as I leaned into him. He pinched and flicked my nipples and had me flinching like he was shocking me with electricity.

  When he tired of that game, he stared into my eyes and ran his thumb along my bottom lip. I let him press his finger into my mouth and sucked against him. I could feel lust radiating off of him, so I reached down and massaged his cock through his boxers.

  “Do you have condoms?” he asked through clenched teeth.

  I nodded. He let me go to my nightstand where I found us a condom, and I brought it back to him. I went to my knees, hooked my fingers in the waistband of his boxers, and pulled them down. His cock sprang free. He was huge and slightly curved and the sight of him made my insides squirm with anticipation.

  I took him in my hands and ran my tongue along his shaft. He watched me work and closed his eyes when I pursed my lips around his tip and eased him into my mouth. I buried him as deep in my throat as I could and I worked him over slowly. The sounds he made set my skin on fire, and soon, I was gripping his thighs and letting him work his hips in deep thrusts into my mouth. His fingers tightened in my hair and I held his gaze as I spread my legs and rubbed my clit.

  When I thought he was about to come, he pulled out, guided me to my feet, and pushed me down onto the bed to lie flat on my stomach. He tore open the condom and rolled it on, and then he stepped up behind me, took my left leg, and bent it, leaving my right leg extended out behind me.

  He gripped my ass, spread my cheeks, pulled my panties aside, and lowered his hips until his cock grazed my dripping wet pussy. I craned my head back to gaze up at him as he slid inside me.

  The pressure was unreal. He was the biggest I’d ever had and he seemed to know it because he didn’t give me all his length to start. He was slow and steady, letting my body adjust to him. When he could tell I was ready for more, he gave it to me until he was buried up to the hilt inside me.

  My toes curled. I whimpered and he held me up with a hand in front of my neck, his fingers cupping my jaw. He bowed over me while he fucked me and kissed me like he was trying to suffocate me. If he wanted to, I would let him. That was how much I wanted him. I was completely at his mercy.

  I gripped the bed sheets as he fucked me deeper and faster. He slid a finger in my mouth. I sucked his finger and bit his knuckle and he smiled deviously above me.

  “Are you going to come for me, baby?” he challenged.

  I couldn’t manage a word. I just stared up at him like he owned me, and I prayed he knew what I was thinking.

  He rocked his hips in slow circular motions. “I can’t hear you.”

  I forced myself to find my voice. “Please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Fuck me until I come.”

  His pace quickened. His thighs slapped against my flesh until his ruthless pace broke me open. I let out a cry of pleasure and Rick released my jaw. He pushed me down face first onto the bed and held me there as he fucked me mercilessly until he too lost control and we both descended into the bliss of our orgasms together.

  When he was done, I was nothing but a breathless mess upon the bed. He pulled out, gave my ass a squeeze, and told me not to move.

  “I’m not done with you yet,” he growled as he made his way to my bathroom to clean himself up.

  I smiled into the bedding as my thighs trembled of their own volition.

  Chapter 23

  Rick

  Kim lay with her back to me, half tangled up in her off-white duvet. Her naked back was exposed, along with her hip and ass, and her left leg was hooked over the blankets which she cradled to her front. She’d dozed off about half an hour ago and I didn’t have the heart or the will to wake her.

  She’d earned her rest.

  I listened to the steadiness of her breathing and tried to calm the torrent of thoughts raging in my brain. When was the last time I’d fucked a woman like that? When was the last time a kiss had left me unhinged?

  And why hadn’t I felt it with Verity, who I thought I wanted to marry?

  Talk about confusing. I couldn’t riddle out what it meant, but all I knew was I didn’t want to head home without Kim. I wanted to spend as much time with her as I possibly could. I could hear the warnings friends and family would shout my way if they knew what I was up to.

  It’s too soon after your breakup to be with someone else.

  There’s no way you actually care about this new girl. She’s just a rebound. Fuck her and leave.

  You need time to figure out how you feel.

  You’re taking advantage of this poor girl.

  I rubbed my eyes and sighed. The situation wasn’t ideal. Not at all. But damn did it feel good. Right. Steady.

  And the best part?

  Kim clearly wanted me as badly as I’d wanted her, and that in itself was a feeling I didn’t realize I’d been missing in my relationship with Verity. How had something so important slipped through the cracks? Had I really been so blinded by Verity’s beauty that I let everything else fall to the wayside?

  “How pathetic,” I grumbled.

  Kim shifted in bed and rolled over.

  I grimaced. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

  She blinked sleep from her eyes and smiled at me as she nuzzled her cheek into her pillow. “I hope you weren’t talking about your dick. Because it is not pathetic.”

  “Ha. Ha.”

  She grinned.

  “I was just talking to myself,” I said.

  “About?”

  “Nothing.”

  Kim arched an eyebrow before pushing herself up and raking her fingers through her thick dark hair. Her perky breasts dared me to take her nipples in my mouth and have my way with her again, but I resisted.

  Instead, I blurted out, “Come back to my house with me.”

  Kim’s eyebrow remained arched.

  “Chessie and I have a movie night planned,” I explained. “We eat lots of junk food and I put the mattress from the spare bedroom on the living-room floor and we make a night of it. It’s good fun. You should join us.”

  Her eyebrows fell back into place and she shook her hair out, trying to remove some of the tangles. Her breasts jiggled beautifully as she did so. “I don’t know, Rick. I wouldn’t want to cut in on your father-daughter time with Chessie. Nights like that are precious.”

  “You’re not cutting in.” I sat up too and took her hands in mine. “Besides, Chessie has been asking about you for over a week now. She misses you. And every night in our house is father-daughter night. Throwing you into the mix would just make it all the more special.”

  Kim let out a soft feminine giggle and leaned in to give me a sweet kiss. “Twist my arm, why don’t you?”

  “Is that a yes?”

  “Mhm,” she cooed. Then she turned around and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Her bed was high, so she did a cute little hop step down onto the floor and proceeded to pad barefoot to the open door of her bathroom, where she paused in the doorframe and glanced back at me over her shoulder. “I’m going to take a shower and freshen up first. Care to join me, handsome?”

  I whistled. “Damn, I’m a lucky man.”

  “You have no idea. I’ve never slept with a client before. Maybe I should make a habit out of it.”

  I tore the duvet off and followed the sounds of her giggling into the bathroom. When I caught up with her, she’d already turned the water on and the shower was filling with steam. “Maybe we should start that habit right now.”

  Kim stepped through the shower door and backed up into the spray of water from t
he rain showerhead. In seconds, her hair was slicked down her back and rivulets ran down her cheeks and nose. She was a goddess, an absolute goddess, and as I followed her in and closed the door behind her, I wondered dimly if this might be a dream.

  You’ve wanted this for a long time. And life has been pretty good at kicking you in the balls lately.

  When she took my face in her hands and kissed me, I knew it wasn’t a dream. It was too real. I backed her up against the cool stone wall of her shower, pressed my knee between her thighs to spread her legs, and pressed my cheek to hers to whisper in her ear.

  “I hope your hot water lasts a long time.”

  Kim turned her face to mine for sweet kisses. “Let’s find out.”

  Kim stood over my right shoulder as we stared at the selection of chips and candy at the local convenience store two blocks from Kim’s apartment. Her hair was still wet and tied back in a long braid and she hadn’t bothered to put on any makeup before we left. Her skin was bright and dewy, her cheeks still a little red from the shower—and other things—and she looked like a snack in her tight gray leggings that her ass just wouldn’t quit in.

  “Hurry up,” Kim said. “How hard can it be to pick out snacks?”

  “The food makes the evening,” I said. “Come on. You’re a wedding planner. Shouldn’t you know that?”

  She gave me a lopsided smirk. “Touché.”

  I loaded my basket with chips, candy, and chocolate and made sure one of each thing was Chessie’s favorite. Original potato chips, sour gummies, and cookies-and-cream chocolate were her standbys and had been for the last two years. If I came back home without them, chances were high I’d feel bad and head out again to make sure my little girl had the best.

  Kim peered into my basket. “I think we have plenty.”

  She was right, but I still grabbed a couple more things before we weaved down the aisles and made our way to the cash register.

  The woman working the till had short silver hair and tattooed lip liner. Her nametag read “Carol,” and when she spotted us, she gave us a big smile and began scanning our items.

  “Stocking up for the week on the good stuff?” she asked. She had a nasally smoker’s voice.

  I slid my hands into my pockets. “Nope. Just the night.”

  “Where do you put it?” Carol asked, looking me up and down.

  Kim snickered. “I was wondering the same thing. Men, am I right?”

  “Infuriating,” Carol agreed.

  Whatever they were talking about went right over my head. I looked back and forth between them as Carol loaded our two bags of candy and processed the payment. She gave me back my card and wished us a good night, and as we walked away, Kim was smiling.

  “What’s so funny?” I asked.

  “Nothing.” She walked up ahead of me and turned so she was walking backward and could face me. “It’s just nice to be out and about with you, doing normal things.”

  “You mean it’s nice knowing each other outside of business relations?”

  “Exactly.”

  She fell back into step beside me and reached for my hand.

  I pulled away from her reach, wound back, and popped her hard on the ass as we walked out the automatic convenience-store doors. She let out a surprised squeal and looked wildly at me. “Rick!”

  My palm stung a bit. I flashed her a playful grin. “What, baby? I thought you said you liked being out and about with me on non-business terms.”

  “I didn’t mean—”

  I cupped her ass cheek and gave it a squeeze. She half-heartedly swatted my hand away and looked around as we crossed the parking lot to get to my car. “If you don’t want me grabbing your ass in public, don’t wear these leggings again.”

  She pinched her bottom lips between her teeth. “I love these leggings.”

  “Same.”

  She laughed lightly and we reached my car. I put the “groceries” in the back seat and opened her passenger door for her. She slid into the seat and I leaned into the car, bracing myself on the open door.

  Kim smiled deviously up at me. “What now?”

  I reached down and spread her legs.

  “Rick,” she whispered. “You’re insatiable. We can’t do this here. We’re in the middle of the parking lot for crying out loud.”

  I cupped her pussy over her leggings and ran my thumb in slow circles over her clit. Kim let out a little whimper and tried to close her legs. I pushed them back open.

  “I can’t wait to get you alone again,” I said.

  She sank lower in the seat, trying to hide out of sight. “Alone being the key word in that statement. This is not alone.”

  I chuckled. “No. It isn’t.”

  She rolled her hips against my touch like the good girl she was and I straightened up, satisfied that she would be thinking about fucking me for the rest of the night now. I closed the passenger door and reveled in the way her eyes followed me as I walked around the hood of the car and got in. Once I had my seatbelt on and I started reversing out of the parking space, she put her hand on my cock.

  “Two can play this game, Romeo,” she said, giving me a squeeze.

  “Careful, girl.”

  She squeezed again. “What? Can’t take a little pressure?”

  Chapter 24

  Kimberly

  I’d been to Rick’s house a grand total of three times over the course of the last year while I planned his wedding. On all three occasions, I hadn’t made it past the front door. I’d handed either him or Verity whatever it was I was dropping off—paperwork from the officiant, wedding invitations, linen color samples—I’d wished them a good night or afternoon, and then I’d promptly gotten back in my car and left.

  This time, I was going inside.

  I gazed up at the sprawling two-story home as Rick pulled up the driveway. It was sleek modern architecture. That was for sure. It boasted a four-car-wide black garage door but Rick didn’t pull his luxury sports car in there. He left it out on the drive and insisted I wait for him to come open my door for me.

  I did.

  He offered his hand and I stepped out, feeling a little out of place in my leggings, plain powder-pink sweatshirt, and white sneakers. I supposed I could have dressed up a little more but this was a movie night, not a candle-lit dinner.

  Still, the house exuded luxury and wealth, and walking up to the massive front door had me feeling more than a little intimidated.

  Rick slid his key in the lock and pushed the door open.

  I’d spied a bit of the foyer during my three brief visits in the past but actually stepping inside and standing beneath the custom-glass chandelier above was a whole different story than standing on the front step. He flicked on the light and stepped out of his shoes. I took off my sneakers and looked around at the space.

  The bottom floor was open concept. To say the home was a dream was a massive understatement. But I supposed that was what a shit-ton of money bought a person. The floors were some sort of glossy stone that I didn’t know the name of. They were a light gray and they reflected the lights up above, filling the place with bright reflections. Every wall was eighty-percent windows, creating a brilliant open flow from indoor to outdoor.

  “This is incredible,” I breathed.

  Rick tossed his keys in a bowl on a small table near the front door and went to the bottom of the stairs. I peered upward at the second level, which was a loft. There was nothing above the kitchen, living room, or dining room but open space. The bedrooms were on the other side, where the house jutted out to create a covered patio.

  “Chessie!” Rick called up the stairs. “I’m home!”

  The sound of little feet rushing across the floor made me smile, and within seconds, Chessie emerged at the top of the stairs dressed like a princess in a sparkly blue dress and tiara. She let out a delighted squeal and hurried down the stairs to meet her father in a hug. He ruffled her hair and stepped aside to gesture to me.

  “I invited a friend.
I hope you don’t mind, kiddo.”

  Chessie grinned up at me. “Hi, Kim.”

  “Hi, Chessie,” I said. “I hope you don’t mind that I crash your movie night with your dad. He told me all about your evening and it sounds absolutely amazing.”

  Chessie nodded eagerly. “It is! We make a bed on the living-room floor and watch movies and stay up late and eat lots of snacks.”

  “Lots of snacks is right.” I giggled knowingly.

  Someone else appeared at the top of the stairs. I recognized Jennifer, Chessie’s nanny, immediately. She greeted me warmly at the bottom of the stairs and Rick thanked her for watching Chessie for the afternoon. He apologized for being a little later than expected and I turned neon pink when I realized exactly why he’d been so late.

  Because he was busy burying himself inside me and making me cross eyed with lust.

  I swallowed and tried to banish any steamy thoughts about Rick. Now was not the time to get all hot and bothered over him. However, how bold he’d been in the parking lot was still wreaking havoc on my body and I hadn’t quite recovered. I needed to clean myself up a bit and splash some water on my face.

  While Rick walked Jennifer out, I excused myself to use the bathroom and did just that. When I returned, Rick and Chessie were already in the living room and Rick had brought down the mattress from the spare bedroom. Chessie was jumping on it with bare feet when Rick’s cell phone rang and he fished it out of his pocket.

  He frowned down at the screen before answering the call. “Hey, Shawn. What’s up?” Whatever Shawn said, Rick didn’t like because he told the guy on the other line to hold on a second and looked up at me and Chessie. “I’m sorry, girls. I have to step into my office. I just need fifteen minutes. Maybe twenty.” He gave me an especially apologetic look. “Do you think you two can keep yourselves entertained while I’m on the phone?”

  Chessie pouted.

  But I nodded. “Of course. Go ahead. Just don’t forget about us, okay? I was told these movie nights are epic and I’m not a very patient person.”