Fatal Attraction

by Mia Ford

  He was completely naked; tall, lean, tanned, lying with his hands behind his head and long legs crossed at the ankles. I was naked, too, as usual during our late-night jaunts on the beach. It was nearly midnight and the beach in front of his Hamptons house was private and secluded. We often swam and sunned in the nude there. And did other things, of course. Sometimes I found sand in the oddest of places.

  I wrung the water out of my long blonde hair and let my eyes go over his body, illuminated by the light of the full moon. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on Conner McGee’s solid frame. His shoulders and chest flexed with muscle. His stomach sported a six-pack that would have made a fitness model jealous. I couldn’t wait to run my tongue across his hard nipples and down his perfectly-chiseled abs toward the hard prize that waited further south.

  “God, you have an amazing body,” he said, smiling up at me. He took himself in his right hand and began to slide his hand up and down. “I love your tits.”

  “And my tits love you,” I said. My tits were not huge, but they were natural and firm and more than a handful. Conner loved to kiss them and play with my nipples. I playfully cupped my tits in my hands and held them up for him to see. I ran my thumb over my nipple and we moaned playfully at each other.

  Conner’s cock quickly grew hard in anticipation of what we both knew came next. When he lay back with his fingers laced behind his neck, his cock stood up like the mast of a great ship. I felt myself getting warm and wet. I couldn’t wait to climb aboard.

  I fell to my knees on the sand beside him. I wrapped my fingers around his cock, ten-inches long, so thick and veiny. He growled like an animal at my touch, which made me gush like a river. I slowly slid my hand up and down the shaft, round and round, as I pressed my lips to the blossoming head.

  I toyed with the tip of his cock for a minute, letting my tongue slither beneath the round head, flicking little kisses up and down the shaft from balls to tip.

  “Fuck me, baby,” Conner said. “Fuck me now.” I glanced up with his cock still at my lips and grinned. He was reaching for me. Wiggling his fingers. He wanted me as badly as I wanted him.

  I straddled his hips, mounting him like the great stallion that he was. He put his hands on my hips and slowly lowered my wet pussy onto his rigid cock.

  As his cock pressed to my hole, spreading it open, forcing himself inside, I closed my eyes and blew out a long breath to relax. Then, when he was inside me, I opened my eyes and impaled myself down upon him. The massive eruption of nerves going on end sent shudders throughout my entire body. I heard the breath rush from Conner’s lungs as my pussy sucked him in and squeezed tightly around him.

  I pressed my hands on his chest and dug in my nails.

  I lowered my hot, hungry mouth to his.

  His lips were wet and warm.

  His tongue darted into my mouth and I sucked on it like a fleshy candy cane.

  Conner’s hands immediately went to my fleshy tits, as they always did.

  He loved the feel of my natural boobs in his palms and the thickness of my nipples between his fingers.

  He kneaded my breasts as I set the pace, riding him up and down, back and forth, lifting myself until I felt the tip of his cock at my opening, then sliding back down until he hit my inner wall.

  It didn’t take long before Conner was moaning and calling my name. He grabbed my hips and started to pummel me up and down on his long cock.

  I bit my lip and dug my fingers into his chest.

  “God… Conner… you’re going to… make me… cum…”

  “Cum with me… baby…” he gasped. “Cum… oh… with… me…”

  Within seconds we erupted together, as we usually did.

  I could feel Conner filling me with his hot, milky cum.

  The muscles within my womb tightened around him, milking him for every wonderful drop he had to give.

  After a few moments of grunting and gyrating, I collapsed on top of him.

  We were a wonderfully sweaty, gooey mess.

  I nestled in close and rested my head on his chest.

  Looking up at the full moon, we both sighed.

  It was another perfect end to a perfect day with my perfect man.

  I truly had the luck of the Irish on my side.

  The Most Eligible Bachelor

  Blurb

  I was just a simple girl from a tiny town in Texas. I’d had one man in my life, in my bed, in my body, and that ended in a nightmare. My ex-husband Earl made my life a living hell, and his daddy’s money let him get away with it. I was running out of time and options. Then, he walked into my life…

  My heart skipped a beat when I saw him sitting there with dust on his boots and the wind in his hair. A tall, dark, handsome cowboy named Chance. He had a mysterious air about him, like he was hiding some deep, dark secret that he didn’t want anyone to know about. And he had his sights set on me.

  I had no idea how deep that secret ran, or that he wasn’t who he said he was. I also had no idea how deep I could fall after just one night. His body was rock hard, lean, riding him was like riding a wild Texas stallion.

  But bliss doesn’t last long when the truth comes out.

  He’s not the man I thought he was, and learning the truth might just break my heart.

  Chapter 1: Chance Ridder

  “Come back to bed.”

  I didn’t turn around. Didn’t need to. I already knew the petite brunette calling to me was lying lazily on one side, eyes half open, looking at my naked body from across the room. There was the distinct ruffle of silk sheets, the soft moan of her equally-hot friend waking up next to her, a muffled giggle as their naked bodies intertwined.

  I smiled to myself. Staring out at the street below through the large floor to ceiling window, I took a long puff from my cigarette and let the smoke cloud my faded reflection. The sun was coming up, and from the thirtieth floor, I had a perfect view of Austin as the city slowly woke up. I relished these moments, the few minutes in my life when I had complete peace and couldn’t be bothered by anything else except the view and the smoke filling my lungs.

  The fact that the girls were waking up naked in my bed was only going to ruin that for me.

  “Come on, Chance,” came the voice of the second girl, don’t ask me her name, hoarse from all the screaming she did last night, yet seductive enough to make my cock twitch. “How about we give you a little breakfast in bed?”

  After what I had done to the both of them last night, I had a feeling their idea of breakfast was going to be just a little too tame for my taste. I took another drag from my cigarette, watched as the morning joggers ran down the sidewalks of the park across the street, and stretched my arms toward the high ceiling. My phone beeped, a reminder that my life was already starting, and I sighed as I put the cigarette out.

  “Sorry, girls, work beckons, you’ll have to eat without me,” I said, walking out of the room, barely glancing at them as they watched me leave.

  I crossed the large expanse of the living room, kicking panties and bras aside as the automatic curtains opened and let the sun in. The automated penthouse where I had spent the last seven years of my life slowly came alive, coffee machine turning on, the large flat screen waking up and displaying the six o’clock news, and the chime of my computer starting up with an immediate display of my email and to-do list.

  I walked past it all and made my way upstairs to the second floor to the secluded master bedroom. I never brought girls here. This was my sanctuary. The parties always happened in the second master downstairs with the oversized king-size bed.

  I continued on the master bathroom, which was larger than most apartments in Austin, and turned on the hot water and stepped inside. I leaned against the Italian marble tile wall and let the steaming jets wash away last night’s grime, then stepped out and dried myself off. My day had begun. I was in work mode. Everything on a precise schedule. Three minutes for a shower when I was alone, tops.

  My suit had already been laid
out for me the night before, a gentle reminder from Pauline that she had been here to tidy up despite my late-night antics. I made a mental note to give her a little something extra the next time I made out her check.

  From downstairs, I could hear the soft giggles and whispers of the girls as they gathered their clothes. I got dressed quickly, slapped on my platinum Rolex watch, and made my way back downstairs. The girls were sprawled across the couch in their lingerie now, lazily filling up glasses with what was left of last night’s champagne and enjoying the view.

  “This place is incredible, Chance,” one of them said, turning around to look at me as she swayed gently from side to side.

  “Didn’t notice much last night, huh?” I asked, grabbing my phone and keys.

  “We were too busy noticing other things last night,” the second girl giggled. “Like the size of your cock.” Giggles all around.

  I nodded. “Well, make yourselves at home,” I said, heading for the door.

  “We’ll be here waiting when you get home!” the first girl called. Again, no clue what her name was. She did have an amazing set of tits and the tighter pussy of the two, but I digress.

  Babe, I’ll never see you again...

  Pauline would see to that. She’d be here within two minutes after I left and would chase both of them out with a shotgun if she had to. Another bonus for Pauline.

  * * *

  I rode the private elevator down in silence, briefly checking my messages as they came in one after the other over my phone, already clouding my head with crap I would have to deal with before the day was out.

  I tucked the phone inside my jacket, walked across the lavishly furnished lobby, and waited as my car pulled up to the curb. The back door opened, and Alice gazed at me from over her horn-rimmed glasses, a scowl on her face that left unattractive lines etched on her forehead.

  “We’re going to be late,” she announced as I slid into the backseat, closing the door behind me.

  “Good morning to you, too, Alice,” I greeted.

  “You have a meeting in ten minutes,” Alice said, ignoring the tired smile on my face. “Dennis has been planning this meeting for weeks. The least you can do is show up on time.”

  “Alice, sweetheart, I pay you to keep my life organized, not to give me advice,” I replied. “Or to chastise me. I’m pretty sure I pay other people to do that.”

  Alice grunted, and I couldn’t help but smile. Ever since I had hired her as my personal assistant slash wrangler, I had definitely upped my game. I didn’t have to worry about incompetence anymore, and since Alice enjoyed pussy as much as I did, I didn’t have to deal with office drama, either. She was the perfect fit for me, and she knew it just as much as I did. Which made her one smug bitch.

  My kind of girl.

  “Okay, Miles,” I called out to my driver. “Get us to the office, pronto, before Alice here rips us both a new one.”

  “With pleasure, sir,” Miles replied, giving me a knowing smile in the rear view mirror. “And may I say, you look exceptionally well today, Mr. Ridder.”

  “I feel like crap, Miles, but thank you.”

  “You’re quite welcome, sir,” he said as the car pulled into the morning traffic to head downtown. “Just doing my job.”

  * * *

  “As you can see, investing in this would put Ridder Technology at the forefront of the game.”

  I was slumped in my seat fiddling with my phone, barely listening to the pitch Dennis had lined up for me. When you’re a rich and famous entrepreneur like yours truly, people come out of the woodwork to pitch you all kinds of business ideas… the next big thing… nothing like it on the market… the greatest invention since sliced bread. At least that’s what everyone claims. Some of the ideas are truly crazy, some are not, most would lose rather than make money. I get pitched everywhere I go: at the office, at social events, on the golf course, in the men’s room at a strip club; even at the fucking Astros games standing in line to buy a freakin’ hot dog.

  This pitch was no different. I just wasn’t standing at a urinal with my cock in my hand. The kid standing across the conference room looked like he had just come out of high school, nervous voice cracking, zits and all. The suit he was wearing was a size or two larger than his frame, his glasses kept slipping down his nose, and he fumbled along his presentation as if he were asking a girl out for the first time.

  I was already bored to tears.

  “What do you think, Chance?”

  I looked up and lifted an eyebrow at the man sitting to my right. Dennis East was my best friend and right-hand man, and the one person on the planet that I truly trusted. Ever since freshman year at college, we had been stuck to each other’s sides like ticks on a blue hound. I had started my company with the little bit of inheritance my good-for-nothing old man had left me when he finally choked and died, and building it up to the billion-dollar tech conglomerate that it was now had been a real challenge. A challenge I could not have overcome without the help of Dennis.

  He was as ruthless as I was, his charming smile hiding the true tiger that hid behind it. He could compliment a man one minute, then tear off his head in the next. If there was one person I knew who could run my company as well as I could, it was Dennis. That was a thought that gave me both comfort and pause. Sometimes, Dennis acted like he did run the place. I’d have to gently nudge him back into the second chair to get us back on track.

  That made me wonder why the hell he was wasting my time with this crap. I had no idea what this kid was pitching, but it wasn’t something I was the least bit interested in. Dennis knew it, so why was he wasting my time?

  “I’m not really sure what Poindexter is pitching,” I said with a long sigh. “Hell, I’m not sure he knows what he’s talking about.”

  Dennis shot me a glare, his signature “play nice” look that I was slowly getting tired of, especially when he set up useless meetings like these.

  “I think Alan’s idea has tremendous potential,” Dennis said, waving a hand at the kid, who was fidgeting like he had to take a piss.

  “Oh, man?” I said, lifting my hands up in apology. “I’m sorry, I thought this was a high school science fair. Were you pitching an idea for a real business? Alan?”

  “Chance,” Dennis hissed.

  The kid was fiddling with the pointer in his hand, his face bright red, visibly uncomfortable.

  “Okay, I’m sorry, I’ll be serious,” I said, leaning in. “You’re asking me to invest millions of dollars into a software that directly competes with something my company already has on the market, based on research that directly contradicts what we know about customer satisfaction and future product development.”

  “Erm, well, um…” the kid stuttered like a village idiot.

  “Not only that, what you’re showing me here is a demo of what is only half-developed, based on a concept that is not fully thought out, with the promise that what I’ll be getting surpasses our own product tremendously.”

  “What Alan is suggesting,” Dennis cut in, glaring at me, “is that what he’s offering can be developed into a newer version of our own software, with much better compatibility options, for a much lower cost. And is a lot more stable.”

  “Alan, are you looking for a job in our research and development department?” I asked. “Because if that’s the case, then you’re in the wrong room, and I just wasted half an hour of my time I’ll never get back. If, however, you’re trying to sell us something that we can’t make ourselves, then you’ve gone about it all wrong, and I highly recommend you get your ass out of my conference room and back to high school before the bell rings.”

  “Chance!” Dennis growled between gritted teeth. “Don’t be such an asshole.”

  I got up, buttoned my jacket and gave Dennis my best smile. “Next time you set up a meeting with a monkey, make sure it can dance. At least then I’d be a little more entertained. And much less of an asshole.”

  I stepped out of the conference room
and made my way down the hall to my office. Behind me, I could hear Dennis apologizing to the kid, and I shook my head in disbelief. Of all the fucking demands I had to my schedule, this shouldn’t have been one of them.

  Alice met me halfway down the hall and handed me a manila folder. “What the fuck is this?”

  “The quarterly reports from last week,” she said. “I need your signature on all of them. Also, you’ve got three calls on waiting, two from board members, one from our client in Sweden.”

  I frowned at her. “Jesus, Alice, couldn’t you just take a message? I don’t have the energy to deal with the fucking board right now.”

  “I’ve taken messages,” she said defensively. “Twice in the past three days. You just never called them back.”

  “Fine,” I replied.

  “How did the meeting go?” she asked.

  “Waste of time.”

  “Did you make another one cry?”

  “No, this one just shit himself.” I opened the door to my office, slumped down in my chair and threw the folder on my desk. I sighed, laid back and rubbed my eyes. I felt a heavy weight on my chest, as if someone were sitting on me. I undid my tie and took a few deep breaths. When I opened my eyes, Alice was still there.