Hacked For Love & The Dom's Songbird

by Michelle Love

  I’ll never be able to face that guy again!

  I climb into the large, whirlpool bathtub and wait for Kip to get back from taking the phone call at the main office. The staff live in a small house near the center of the island and that’s where the only phone line is. Cell phones don’t work out here.

  The days have been so relaxing, but I feel tension start to run through me as the embarrassment wears off and the fact Kip has an emergency call sinks in.

  What if something’s wrong with Pax?

  I turn the jets on to try to calm myself. No use getting upset until I have the facts. But what if he’s sick or something terrible has happened like the mansion burned down?

  The door to the bathroom opens and Kip smiles at me. “So, that was awkward.”

  I close my eyes and try not to blush. “Hell yeah it was. I finally let myself go and what happens? Busted!”

  “That kid couldn’t look me in the eyes the whole time I was in the main house. Anyway, the phone call wasn’t that damn important. Just good old Bobby fuckin’ around with us. He said to give you a kiss from him, Yoko.” He leans over the edge of the tub and kisses me.

  I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him until he falls in the deep tub with me. Once I release his mouth, I say, “That ass. You have no idea the things that were running through my mind with what the emergency might be. I can’t wait for him to get a wife and kid. I’m going to make his life a living hell.”

  Kip’s eyes widen. “Some deep resentments you have there, sweetheart.”

  “You have no idea,” I say then push away from him, taking his trunks with me. “Now, where were we?”

  The tub’s jets make the water all bubbly and it’s nearly impossible to see if he’s hard and ready to get back at it. He comes towards me and pushes me back until the edge of the tub stops me. As he glides his taut body over mine, I feel the familiar bulge flow over my leg then it’s against me.

  “Don’t know how much fun this will be,” he says as he presses into me. “There’s little to no chance we’ll get caught this time.”

  I roll my eyes. “I’ll just have to pretend then.”

  The water makes little waves as he moves back and forth. He moves his legs under me and pulls mine so I’m sitting on his lap, facing him. Holding my waist, he pulls me back and forth.

  The combination of the warm water flowing over my body and his thick dick filling me makes me a little light headed. Taking his shoulders in my hands, I pull my body to his. Lying my head on his shoulder as he moves me back and forth.

  “We need one of these at home,” I murmur near his ear.

  “You must not have gone out to the pool house. There’s one twice this size in it,” he says with a chuckle.

  I lean back and look at him as he continues to move my body through the water, stroking him as he does. “When we get back you need to take me on a tour. You really have never done that. I should know every part of that place.”

  “You should,” he says then pushes at my shoulders, making me lie back in the water.

  He pulls me to him as I float in the water. Completely relaxed I float along as he moves in and out of me. One hand he moves to squeeze a breast while the other holds my waist, moving me back and forth.

  The hand on my breast moves slowly downward until it touches my clit. Slow strokes he makes with his finger, making it start to ache for more. He leans over me and pushes me out far enough his dick pulls completely out of me and his tongue flows over my clit. He pulls me back and his dick goes inside me, filling me.

  Over and over, he pushes me out, lets his tongue flow over my clit then he fills me again. My stomach tenses with the stimulation. Little jolts of electricity start running through me and I moan as I fall over the edge.

  He pulls me to him and keeps me there. He holds me to him as my body convulses around his dick then he pulls me up, wrapping his arms around me tightly. Warmth fills me as he groans next to my ear. “Fuck me!”

  Little kisses I peck along his neck. “Good, huh?”

  “That’s only the beginning,” he says. “Let’s get out of here and get on that bed. I’m going to spend the last few hours I have you all to myself in every position I can think of.”

  Oh my!

  Kip

  Honeymoon over and wife sleeping on my shoulder as the driver takes us home from the airport, I think I succeeded in letting Peyton know I cherish her and her body.

  The lights of the mansion loom ahead and my heart sings with the joy of knowing we’re a family now. In all ways, name included. The driver stops at the front door and I nibble at Peyton’s neck to wake her up.

  “Again,” she mumbles and starts to unbutton her shirt. “Just give me a second to get this off.”

  I chuckle and pull her hand away. “No, silly. We’re home.”

  Her eyes open slowly. The green in them sparkles as she looks at me, sleepily. “Oh, we’ve just done that so many times in the last couple of days, I assumed that’s what you were after.”

  “Not right now. Maybe later on after we stare at our son for a little while. I missed the little monster.”

  The driver opens my door and I get out, reaching back in for Peyton and picking her up. She giggles. “I can walk, Pop Rock.”

  With a shake of my head, I say, “No way! It’s customary to carry one’s new wife over the threshold of our home.”

  My mother opens the front door and Pop walks up behind her, holding our little Pax. Pop calls out, “Didn’t you two get enough of that on the island?” He laughs.

  “I don’t think we’ll ever get enough of that, Pop.”

  Peyton blushes and presses her face against my chest. “Kip!”

  Over the threshold we go and she starts to wiggle. “Okay, now put me down. I need to hold my baby.”

  One last kiss I give her then I place her feet back on the floor and she hurries to my father. Her arms open wide. “My baby!”

  I kiss my mother’s cheek as Peyton takes the baby and starts making cooing noises at him. Mum says, “He was an angel. You two have to let us keep him longer next time. None of us are ready to let him go yet.”

  Peyton carries Pax off as she runs her hand over his little head then brings his tiny fingers to her pink lips. “Did Momma’s big boy miss her? Momma missed her big boy. Yes, she did.”

  Her parents come into the foyer to say hello and Peyton gives them a nod. Donna asks, “Did you have a good time?”

  “It was fantastic. Now I’m taking my baby up to our bedroom so I can cuddle with him. I missed him so much. You have no idea.” Peyton looks back at me. “Coming?”

  “Guess so,” I say as I jog up next to her. “Thanks for finally realizing I’m alive.”

  She nudges me with her little shoulder. “You goof. Haven’t I acknowledged your existence many, many times in the last few days?”

  Donna giggles. “Oh my goodness. Okay, we’ll be here when you decide to visit us, dear.”

  “Um, hm,” Peyton murmurs as she gazes at our baby. So much love in her face.

  I wrap my arm around her and make sure she gets up the stairs without tripping as she can’t seem to take her eyes off him. “He looks bigger. Different in a way. Oh, we missed him growing, Kip!”

  “He looks the same, love. We didn’t miss a thing,” I say as we top the stairs. “It was only a few days.”

  “I never want to leave him again, Kip. Not ever.” I open the door and she walks inside.

  “Never, huh?” I ask as we sit down on the edge of the bed. I run my hand over his head and he looks up at me, making his little forehead wrinkle.

  Tiny, blonde curls cover his head and he looks at me with eyes just like mine. “He’s a cutie, isn’t he?” I ask.

  Peyton finally turns her eyes to mine. “He’s the cutest thing in the entire world. And you’re the most handsome man in the world. I’m the luckiest woman on the planet with you two in my life.”

  Running my arm around her shoulders, I give her a squee
ze. “I’m the luckiest man alive to have you two as my family. Now, can I hold our son for a minute? I missed him too.”

  Her lips touch his forehead and she inhales deeply. “God, I missed that little baby smell. Okay, Daddy, here you go.” She hands him over and looks at us with so much more love than I ever could’ve imagined. “We’re really a family now, Kip. I can’t believe it.”

  “Believe it, baby.”

  Peyton

  Stars fill the night sky as Kip and I dance under them on the beach at our beach house in the Bahamas. Our one-year anniversary today and we’re spending the next three days here, alone.

  “Can you believe it’s been a year?” I ask him.

  He twirls me around and dips me. His lips touch mine, but only for a moment. “It’s gone by so fast, hasn’t it?”

  He pulls me back up and presses my chest to his as he spins me around in the sand. “Seems like yesterday to me.”

  The music ends, but he still holds me tight. His lips move near my ear. “You know what I want to do, Mrs. Dixon?”

  “I can imagine, but there’s something I want to tell you first. We should go inside. I got you a present.” I pull back and take his hand and lead him inside.

  “We can open presents afterwards,” he says as he runs his arm under my legs, lifting me off the ground and into his arms.

  I laugh and run my arms around his neck. “But you might want to see what I got you. Aren’t you at all curious?”

  His hot mouth closes on my neck, making me squirm as my body fills with heat. He knows that makes me insanely horny. “I’m more curious about what you’ll look like in the middle of that big bed with nothing on but a smile.”

  “The same as I do in the middle of our bed at home, silly.”

  He carries me all the way to the bed and drops me down on it, I bounce up once and he pulls his T-shirt over his head. “It’s been two days since I’ve tasted your sweet love, baby. I’m tired of waiting.” He drops his shorts and grabs the hem of my dress and pulls it off, my panties along with it. My bra he snaps off quickly, and he’s on top of me before I know it.

  “Kip, really, I have…” His lips roam over my neck and down to my breast as he holds me to him. “That feels nice. But Kip, I really...” His hand slides between us and he presses on the little bud and I take in a sharp breath. “Oh!”

  “Lie back and relax, love. Presents later.” He pushes me back and moves down the bed, taking my ankles in his hands.

  “But Kip, wait, really. I just want to tell you. I’ve been keeping this in for weeks now. I have to tell someone.”

  His eyes go even darker than they were before. “What have you been keeping from me?”

  I sit up and run my hand over my stomach which is still flat. He looks at the gesture then back up at me. “Are you saying that…”

  “Yes I am. We’re pregnant again, Daddy.”

  The look on his face is worth more than all the money in the world. Our little family is growing again, and it seems we both couldn’t be happier.

  The End

  The Billionaire’s Rules

  A Billionaire Romance Novel

  Arsen Sloan is a thirty-five-year old monster of a lawyer. Highly successful as a criminal lawyer, specializing in murder cases, he has only lost one case in his career. Allen White was the second defendant that he represented some ten years earlier. He was convicted of murdering one of his high school teachers after kidnapping her for a period of two months and eventually killing her.

  Arsen is aware that the man who lost ten years of his life in prison has been released after serving only part of his sentence, gaining his freedom on parole as he turned his life over to God, or so he has made everyone believe he has turned into a prison evangelist.

  Things begin to go very wrong for Arsen and very quickly his freedom is at stake as not one, but three of his kink-inclined lovers have been found murdered. Arsen is into some dark and shady things in the city of San Francisco where he works defending some of California’s worst criminals.

  With his life hanging in a balance that he never thought possible, Arsen avoids his usual BDSM clubs, and goes out to a nice, normal club that many law students frequent in San Francisco.

  Part One: For Her

  Cool air hit his face as he left the building he’d been stuck in the last eight hours. His tie couldn’t get off fast enough as his large hands pulled it away from his neck, letting it hang loose.

  He’d felt his throat closing in on him as he was accused of things that were beyond him to execute, beyond him to perform and beyond him to even think of doing.

  Arsen Sloan was a thirty-five-year-old criminal lawyer. Tall, at six feet and nine inches, he dwarfed most of his colleagues. To make sure they all had even further insecurities in his presence, he kept himself in peak physical condition. Pecs and abs that most men would die to have and biceps the mere sight of made women wet with desire for him.

  Arsen prided himself on his appearance which he used to his advantage whenever possible. He was a machine of a man, using everything he could to get the results that he was seeking, whatever they were.

  In law, he used his well-educated brain to find every last law or case to make sure he won his client’s cases. Arsen Sloan had never lost a case since he began his career as a criminal lawyer, ten years prior. Well, there was that one, but it had only been his second ever case.

  Arsen tended to forget about the first few cases, the first two anyway. He never mentioned the first two, as a matter of fact.

  When it came to sex, Arsen used everything in his personal arsenal to make sure that he stayed on top of that game. Love had played no role in his sex life.

  Love was a word he hadn’t used since he was a naïve kid in his late teens before the girl he thought loved him watched him become broken and near dead.

  Arsen kept his shoulder length waves in perfect order, accenting his dark brown, brooding eyes. Thick, dark lashes surrounded them, giving the slightest hint of a soft side to the hard as nails man.

  After the day of horrible accusations, Arsen just needed a drink. A stiff drink and to be able to unwind, and get rid of at least a little of the tension which filled his muscled body.

  As he got into the backseat of his Escalade the privacy window went down. His driver and long-time friend, Paul, looked at him through the rear view mirror.

  The tension Arsen felt radiated off him and Paul knew better than to ask any questions.

  “To the club, boss?”

  Arsen nodded and closed the door, then ran his hand over his face and rubbed his temples. He pulled a bottle of beer from the little fridge and took it down in one gulp. The evening sky was growing dark and a thin fog was already moving in as they made their way up the coastline of the San Francisco Bay.

  Arsen’s eyes followed the lights that were coming on along the edge of the road. He was wondering when it had gotten so bad. When had his world started to rule him rather than he rule it?

  After the first five years as one of the top criminal lawyers in the entire state of California, Arsen Sloan had not only managed to gain a reputation as a winning lawyer who would do anything to win his cases, but also had become a billionaire. His ability to make great investments proved to be yet another thing Arsen did with near perfection.

  Perfection was a thing he made great strides to achieve in every part of his life. Up until that day, he’d done pretty well at keeping his life near perfect at all times.

  The alley was already dark as they pulled up to one of the main clubs that he frequented. Though, if not a member of the exclusive club, no one could tell what type of social gathering was going on there.

  People tended to get dropped off at the clubs he went to. Clubs that catered to his tastes some considered to be immoral and worse. The rusted metal door was closed and only a small sign at the very top of the old door let on that it was a bit more than an old storage facility.

  ‘Fierce,’ was the word etched into a small met
al sign and suddenly Arsen’s stomach was in knots. He knew he shouldn’t go in there. He knew that was why he was in the precarious situation he was in.

  “You know, Paul, I better find another place to go from now on,” Arsen’s deep voice called out to his driver and friend.

  Paul was a friend who knew all about Arsen’s past, and present, but he was being left out of why Arsen had been so moody when Arsen told him he had a meeting at the main police station in San Francisco.

  “Sure thing, boss,” Paul said and pulled out of the alley and headed back to the part of the city where the regular people went to get drinks and socialize with one another.

  “I’ll take you to the club my younger sister likes to go to, but if you see her in there, she’s off limits, bro,” Paul told his old friend. “Lots of young law majors in that place. You should find someone to your liking, boss.”

  Arsen’s throat was growing tight again, so he unbuttoned the two top buttons of his stiffly starched white shirt he wore under a black suit jacket. The tie came all the way off and he stretched his long, lean-muscled legs out. Another beer he grabbed and popped the top, this one he took a long drink of, but stopped short of downing the whole thing.

  “Paul, let the boss shit go for tonight. I need a friend, not another employee. Shit’s coming down on me and without any family to support me, I’m going to need you to keep me from jumping off a bridge.” Arsen looked out the tinted window and felt his eye twitch.

  The first of many physical signs his body was sure to start exhibiting, just like it used to do when he was young and things were out of his control. Things he worked hard to get under control, and here he was with things beyond his control again.