by Jessica Wood
Ben beamed with pride and gave her final kiss for luck. She left the catering truck they were hiding in and walked casually to the kitchen door of the mansion, where Stephan let her in.
The chef hugged her tightly and said “Mrs. Liamworth is entertaining guests in the sitting room. Carry this tray of hors-d'oeuvres with you and you’ll have free reign of the house. If anyone sees you, just say you are new and lost your way to the kitchen.”
Gemma had to pass by the sitting room to get to the grand staircase in the front hall of the mansion. Brooke saw her and waved her into the room. Gemma was terrified everyone could hear the pounding of her heart as she circulated the room with the tray full of crab puffs, but no one even gave her a second glance. When the tray was empty, she slipped quietly from the room and turned towards the hall instead of the kitchen seemingly by mistake.
Gemma’s knees felt weak as she approached the giant portrait hanging by the staircase. Brooke Liamworth seemed to be staring down at her in the painting but she forced herself to focus on the task. Just as Ben had told her, the painting pulled open like a door and a large safe was hidden behind it. She only hoped the combination he’d memorized as a child hadn’t been changed over the years.
Gemma held her breath and turned the dials; right 45, left 26, right 16. Then she said a prayer up to Heaven and pulled on the heavy handle. Miraculously, the safe door swung open.
Gemma rifled through the stacks of boxes, piles of envelopes, and bundles of papers looking for just the right secret that would guarantee Brook’s cooperation for a lifetime.
Suddenly, her eyes fell upon it and her heart nearly stopped! She picked it up with trembling fingers and thought silently, Could this really be what I think it is?; but it was. She slipped it into her pocket and pushed the door firmly shut. It clanged loudly and she cringed as the sound echoed through the hall.
“What’s going on out here?” Brooke Liamworth called out as she strode from the sitting room towards Gemma with purposeful strides.
“Sorry, ma’am. I lost my way to the kitchen, got flustered, and dropped my tray.”
“Why is it so hard to find competent help? The kitchen is that way. Get your things and get out! You’re fired!”
Gemma hid her smile as she strode from the kitchen, trying to maintain the downcast posture of fired employee. It wasn’t until she had completely left the mansion grounds and found Ben hidden with his car around the corner that she let excitement show.
“I got it!” Gemma cried out to Ben and handed him the contents of her pocket. Ben let out a low whistle as he admired it. He’d had no idea his mother was involved in anything so horrible, but he was sad to say that he wasn’t surprised by it.
The next day he met with her for a second time, showing her a photograph of the plaque with her named engraved on it and a large swastika emblazoned in the center. It was a gift of thanks to her from the New Nazi Order for World Protection and listed her contributions to the despicable organization. All the color instantly drained from Brooke’s face when she saw the picture of it and Ben knew that he had her right where he wanted her.
“I suppose you want me to make a call to Hans Rasmussen, allowing the Carpenter’s to come back into the country.” She said through pursed lips.
“Yes, but that’s just the beginning.” Ben said with a smug grin. “Promise me that you will not interfere with the dealings of the Adams Corporation or any of its employees.”
Brooke nodded her consent. After all, what other choice did she have? Her secret ties to the New Nazi Order would ruin her reputation forever. She just had to bide her time until she could get the evidence back from her betraying son and his slutty fiancé’. Then they would all pay; the Carpenter’s and the Adamss, and now her own son too.
“Is there anything else?” Brooke asked with a pleasant air that was far more terrifying than her furious temper or icy glare.
“Just one more thing.” Ben said and told his mother about Gemma’s desire to have their wedding at Liamworth Mansion.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
It was a spectacular event, unparalleled by anything Gemma had seen before. Lori had planned the entire thing, from the thousands of pink roses, to the silk wedding gown exclusively designed by Vera Wang, to the gourmet, to the orchestra band.
“I, Gemma Adams, take thee, Ben Liamworth to be my lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for rich or for poor, for as long as we both shall live.” She blinked back her tears of joy to see her parents sitting in the front row of chairs in the midst of the mansions vast and beautiful garden. By their side sat Lori and her family and on the other side of the aisle sat Brooke and Walter Liamworth, looking breathtakingly beautiful and deceptively happy. No one would ever know the secrets they kept.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The officiate said and Ben pulled Gemma into his arms and kissed her with such passion and love, it took her breath away.
“Congratulations, Mrs. Liamworth.” Ben grinned at her that night as he carried her over the threshold of their new home. It was a small property tucked away in the far west corner of the Mansion’s ground. Well, small my billionaire standards but huge compared to the cramped apartment they’d been living in before Ben’s mother accepted him back into the family.
“You know, I’ve never made love to a married woman before.” Ben said with a mischievous smile as he set Gemma gently on their brand new bed.
“And I’ve never made love to a married man.” Gemma wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into the bed with her. She kissed him long and slow and deep, while their tongues collided. When they paused for air, Ben carefully removed the pins from her elaborate hairdo, allowing her thick hair to cascade loose into long waves. Then he began to unfasten the complicated series of buttons and hooks that kept her bound into the exclusively designed wedding gown.
Slowly, he peeled away layer upon layer of satin, organza, tulle, and silk. It was like unwrapping a delicious gift that one had been desperately craving and the anticipation began to build, driving them both wild with desire. When at last he had removed the gown, he put his lips to her flesh, devouring her like a starving man. Gemma moaned and cried out with pleasure as he suckled her nipples and fingered her pussy.
“You’re already so wet.” Ben said with a grin.
“That’s because I’ve been thinking about your cock.” Gemma said playfully and reached for him. It was her turn to strip away all the layers of his tuxedo until he was just as naked as she was. Hungrily, she took his dick into her eager mouth and sucked him long and hard and deep, cradling his balls as she did so.
“Wait, I have a wedding gift for you.” Ben said, suddenly remembering. He found his tuxedo jacket on the floor, reached into the interior pocket and pulled out three little clips.
“What’s that?” Gemma was curious.
“I got them at a specialty store. They vibrate.” Ben said. He carefully attached one of the clips to the nipple of Gemma’s left breast. It pinched and she winced. Ben looked concerned and said “Does it hurt too much? I’ll take it off!”
“No, it just takes a minute to get used to; that’s all. Leave it on, I like it.” Gemma assured him. The slight pain of the pinching was strangely erotic and sent thrills of arousal rushing through her. When Ben carefully placed the second clip on her right nipple she was more prepared for the sensation and actually sighed with pleasure at the feel of it enclosing on her sensitive and tender nipple.
When it came to the third clip, Gemma wondered where Ben would place it until he told her to spread her thighs. Very carefully he secured it to her clitoris, adjusting it so the clip wasn’t hurting her but was still snuggly in place.
“What happens now?” Gemma asked, feeling deliciously naughty. She didn’t have a lot of experience playing with sex toys, but she couldn’t wait to try them with Ben.
“Now, I turn on the power.” Ben smiled. He clicked a remote control he held in his hands and the tiny vibrators buzze
d to life, stimulating her nipples and clit. It was the most incredible feeling Gemma had ever had and she gasped and moaned with pleasure. Lying on the bed, she writhed atop the sheets, panting as she neared orgasm. Then, abruptly, Ben turned them off, allowing her to catch her breath.
Gemma was so turned on, she pushed Ben onto his back in the middle of the bed and mounted him at the waist. His cock sunk deeply into her dripping wet cunt easily and she began to thrust on top of him, desperate for the satisfaction of an orgasm and deliriously horny for him. Suddenly, Ben turned the vibrators on and once again her nipples and clit were stimulated. Gemma lost control, crying out with ecstasy as she orgasmed powerfully atop of him. Ben had never been fucked so hard in his life and climaxed with her, exploding deep inside her quivering cunt while she comed over and over again.
Long after Ben had turned the vibrators off and removed them from her body, Gemma was still feeling the sensational thrills of her incredible orgasm. After Ben had taken a few minutes to rest and ready to go again, she held one of the vibrators in her hand, turned it on, and began to rub it against his cock, stimulating him into full hardness.
“We’re married now. What’s mine is yours.” Gemma smiled as Ben closed his eyes and groaned with pleasure at the feel of the tiny toy vibrating against him. They made love for hours into the night, slept until noon, and then made love for hours again the next day.
“I could stay in bed with you forever.” Gemma kissed Ben lovingly. She didn’t know it was possible to be so deliriously happy.”
“Me too.” Ben grinned and kissed her naked belly, making her giggle. Neither of them realized that at that moment, Brooke was plotting to make sure they would never leave the mansion grounds again.
THE END
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Volume One
Prologue
There was one feeling that I loved the most in life.
Sex.
God’s gift to man.
I knew exactly how to get it. I knew what came with it. And I knew how damn good it made me feel. Every. Single. Time.
And the best fucking part of it was, it was free!
But not just any kind of sex. Fuck no. Only the purely physical, no-strings-attached, emotionless kind of sex—the only kind my insatiable cock could get behind, the only kind I needed—or wanted.
So here I was, like countless times before, sprawled out next to some naked woman in her bed, basking in the afterglow of another earth-shattering fuck session.
“That was incredible,” she purred, interrupting my peaceful bliss. “I never came multiple times like that before in just in a couple of hours.” I could hear her still panting as she recovered from her orgasms.
I grunted an incoherent response, hoping that’d be enough to keep her at bay. After my cock had gotten its fill from a woman, it was done. So I was done, and I didn’t see the point of making small talk after that point.
“No, I’m serious. That was probably the best sex of my life.”
“You’re welcome.”
She giggled. “Wow, you’re so full of yourself.”
The post-fuck bliss was evaporating as annoyance crept in. “You just said I was the best fuck of your life. If that’s not a ‘thank you’, I don’t know what is.”
I got up from the bed and started to put my clothes back on. “Anyway, I gotta get going. I still have some work to do tonight.”
“Wait, just one thing before you leave.” She walked over and grabbed one of my hands. Before I could register what she was doing, she began writing something on my palm with a pen.
“What the hell are you doing?” I yanked my arm away and stared at my palm. Shit. Her number.
She looked up at me with a come-hither expression as she purposefully bit her lips. “I’d love to see you again sometime.”
Oh God, here we go again. She’s one of those girls. I cleared my throat and turned to her, trying to keep my tone light and free from the irritation that was building up inside. I need to nip this shit in the bud.
“Look—”
“No, don’t misunderstand me,” she interrupted, “I know you’re not looking for a relationship. I’m not either!” Her words came out quick and urgent.
Bullshit, I thought as I started to button up my dress shirt. I knew she was either lying to me, or worse, lying to herself.
“I just thought that since we had so much fun tonight, we can keep in touch…you know, stay friends or something, and do this again sometime.” She gave me what she thought was her most seductive smile as she moved closer toward me and ran her fingers down the ridges of my eight-pack abs. Before they moved any lower, I grabbed her hand to stop her wasted efforts.
“Look,” I said coldly, “a one-night stand is just that. One night. I didn’t ask you if you wanted a two-night stand.”
For a second, the blonde stared at me with a stunned expression. But as soon as she recovered, she yanked her hand from my grasp and backed away. “Who the fuck do you think you are, asshole?”
“The asshole you agreed to have a one-night stand with.”
“Ugh! Get the fuck out of my house!”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to do since I got out of your bed, sweetie.” I grabbed my jeans and casually pulled them on. “The fun’s gotta end sometime.” I saw the indignation on her face, like she had just been lied to or something. In my defense, I’d been more than clear about what I wanted out of her tonight, and she had whole-heartedly agreed. It wasn’t my fault that she now wanted more after she’d gotten a taste of me.
When I got to her front door, I turned back to her. “If it’s any consolation, that was a great fucking one-night stand.”
“Fuck you, asshole!” she screamed as she grabbed an empty vase from the dining table and aimed it at me.
“You already did!” I called out as I closed the door in time to hear the vase shatter against the other end of the door.
734. That was the newest notch on my proverbial belt of women I’d fucked, and that notch was claimed by this crazy blonde.
My name is Ben Chase. I was a rich, powerful attorney at the most prestigious international law firm in the world. I had recently been selected as one of San Francisco’s “30 Most Eligible Bachelors Under 30” by Forbes Magazine. So naturally, I got a lot of ass. And I welcomed it with open arms and a rock-hard dick.
Things were very simple for me. I wasn’t looking for a relationship. I wasn’t looking for emotions. I wasn’t looking for someone to stick around for any longer than a good orgasm.
I was only looking for a good chase.
When it came to the chase, my cock was always in the driver’s seat. I came, I saw, I conquered. And then I moved on to the next target.
That was how I operated. That was what I was happy with.
But that was until I met her.
The minute I saw Blair, I knew she was different. She was the wicked curve ball that threw me for a loop. She was the one I wanted but couldn’t have. That made her my ultimate chase, and there was a notch on my belt that had her name written all over it.
Chapter One
“Hey, bro.” Josh’s head popped through the opening of my office door.
“Yo.” I looked up from the draft contract I’d been working on all day for the new case.
“Are you planning on heading out soon? Wanna grab a few drinks?”
I look over at my computer to check the time. 8:12 p.m. “Fuck, w
hat a week.” I yawned and rubbed my temples. I’d been working on the Parker, Inc. case since I’d gotten into the office this morning at 7:00 a.m. So even though it was only Tuesday, it felt a hell of a lot like a Friday.
“Tell me about it. Ever since we landed this new case last Friday, the partners have been working our department to the bone. All the associates on this case seem to be working twelve or more hours a day.”
“Yeah, but you know what they say: no pain, no gain.” I collected the documents I needed to review later that night into my briefcase and thought about the fat bonus I’d probably get at the end of the year.
“So you wanna grab a drink, then?” he asked again as he watched me close down my computer.
“Don’t you usually try to get home to see your wife?” I laughed at the self-imposed commitment-jail this sucker had put himself in.
“My girlfriend,” he corrected, “has a girls’ night dinner at the house, so I can’t go home until 9:00 p.m.”
I shook my head, my face twisting with disgust and pity. “You’re fucking whipped, man!”
“It’s called love and commitment. You should try it sometime.” He laughed immediately after he finished his words, knowing how stupid they must have sounded out of his mouth, especially when those words were said to someone like me.
“No, thank you. In fact, you’re like a constant reminder of exactly why I don’t do love or commitment.”
“Touché. To each their own. But seriously, man, as much as I sometimes complain about Kim, she’s probably the most important person in my life. Plus, she’s always there for me and does nice things for me that are great. And, of course, guaranteed consistent sex ain’t bad either.” Josh shot me a smug smile.
I threw my head back in laughter. “News flash, man: you don’t need to be tied down to have guaranteed consistent sex. Shit, I have sex with two to three different girls a week, and sometimes two to three different girls at the same time.”
