All he could think of was plunging inside Tana. It was almost a mantra, buzzing in his head, like some primordial directive that he was helpless to ignore.
Guiding himself to her folds, he rubbed the latex-sheathed head along her sensitive clitoris, managing a tight smile at the sharp intake of breath as he teased her with his cock. But he couldn’t wait any longer.
He couldn’t draw out the moment until she was writhing beneath him, as he usually would.
Hell, it would be a miracle if he didn’t come the second his cock split those warm, wet folds.
It was as if he’d been teleported to when he’d lost his virginity to Olivia Yearly at fifteen years old.
He’d been so nervous and excited that he’d barely stuck it in before he’d shamefully come with a guttural moan, knowing instinctually that Olivia wasn’t going to sing his praises to her friends.
In college, he’d run into Olivia at a party. Let’s just say, by the time Olivia had left his apartment, she’d completely forgotten about that unfortunate first time.
In fact, she’d hounded him for weeks, hoping for another hook-up but Reece having already conquered that pussy, had moved on.
But Tana was the one conquering him and that was apparent, if not to her, but definitely to him, because he was shaking as he slowly entered her, his eyes rolling as the infinitely sweet heat enveloped his cock, bathing it in her juices as he built a rhythm.
Hips flexing, ass clenching, he drove into Tana as if his life depended on it.
Tana clung to him as he filled her with every inch, sweat breaking along his forearms as he lost himself to the pleasure radiating through his body as his cock penetrated her as deeply as he could possibly go.
Reece was close but he wasn’t ready to stop. He wanted to draw out the pleasure as long as possible.
He wanted to hear her cry out his name, babbling like a woman possessed and it wasn’t going to happen if he didn’t get control.
Gritting his teeth, he pulled out carefully, only to spin her around onto her belly, pulling her hips up.
Reece bit back a groan as he framed her ass with his hands, sliding his hand along her cleft and down to the wet folds where he found and pinched her clitoris.
She yelped, then growled with approval as she pushed against him like a cat in heat and he grinned at how wild his little Plain Jane was behind closed doors.
“Like that, do you?” he teased, his voice tight with strain. “I wonder what else you might like?”
“Please Reece,” she mewled and he rose on his knees, pushing her head down onto the bed so that her ass was high in the air.
Her little puckered rosebud begged to be filled but he wasn’t about to fuck her ass on the first night together — Jesus, he wasn’t a total irredeemable lech — but, holy hell, he would at some point stretch that little asshole with his cock.
God, the very idea was the hottest he’d ever imagined.
Out of curiosity, he couldn’t help himself. “Have you ever been taken here?” he gently prodded at her closed bud and she gasped and shuddered, shaking her head wildly but was that the faintest glimmer of interest burning in her eyes?
“No,” she answered, squeezing her eyes shut. “Never.”
“The things I will do to you,” he promised under his breath, guiding his cock back to her pussy. Sliding in, he groaned as she took him deep into her body. “The things I will fucking do!”
Just like a spark to a powder keg, Reece blew up. It took very little to push him over the edge.
Within moments, he was jetting into Tana, unloading the biggest load he’d ever spent and when he collapsed beside her, he couldn’t help feeling as if history had just repeated itself but even so, he couldn’t stop the fucking grin spreading across his lips.
Holy Mother.
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Chapter 9
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Tana’s heart banged against her breastbone from the explosive force of her orgasm and for a crazy moment she feared an actual heart attack.
She could imagine the headlines: Woman Dies From Epic Orgasm.
Her hand covered her bare breast near her heart as if that alone could calm the frantic beating but her insides were still tingling and zinging and forming coherent thought was going to be a stretch.
She hadn’t expected to come, actually.
Before Reece, her orgasms had been artificially induced thanks to her B.O.B. (Battery Operated Boyfriend).
But Reece had managed to make her come twice in the space of an hour. And her clitoris was still humming, hovering on the edge of another if she so much as squeezed her thighs together.
Reece climbed from the bed, discretely discarded the used condom and strode naked to the kitchen to grab two bottled waters.
Was it terrible that she couldn’t help but stare at that finely chiseled ass? Michelangelo’s David had nothing on the sheer perfection that was Reece Buchanan.
It was no wonder women fell at his feet, throwing away their dignity for a crumb of his affection.
How many women had he “entertained” in his loft? Ack. That internal question smacked a lot of jealousy and she couldn’t afford to become attached to someone she was trying to use for her own gain.
Her conscience squalled at the very idea but she couldn’t afford to go soft.
Her grandfather was counting on her to save the family legacy.
She wasn’t about to chuck everything just because Reece swung a good hammer in the bedroom.
Speaking of hammer.
Hello Thor.
Reece returned, his semi-flaccid cock bouncing with every step like an oak branch waving in the breeze and she couldn’t help the blush as well as the flash of yearning for another round.
“Thirsty?” he asked, handing her the water as he guzzled his own.
Indeed, she was. After a healthy swig, she wondered idly where her clothes had disappeared. She spied her discarded dress and started to reach for it but Reece stopped her with a grin.
“And what do you need that for?” he asked.
“Because there’s a general rule against hailing a cab naked.”
“Who said you were going anywhere?”
“I’m not spending the night and it’s already late. I need to get home.”
He ignored her reasons and countered. “I have a better idea: stay the night and then let me take you to breakfast. I know this cute little place that serves fresh beignets that would rival any Parisian baker. They practically melt in your mouth.”
“And you would know, right because you’ve been to France?”
“Of course,” he said with a shrug as if that was a dumb question.
For a brief moment she wondered what it must be like to hop a plane on a whim and land in another country for funsies. For Reece, that was his life.
“What’s your favorite destination?” she asked, curious.
“Any place with a secluded beach,” he answered with a lascivious grin.
“I’m being serious.”
“So am I.”
Tana gave up. Why she was trying to glean something of actual value from Reece was a mystery. Besides, why did she care what his personal feelings were on anything? He was a means to an end.
She cast Reece a brief smile and scooped up her dress, intent on putting it on but Reece had her in his arms, falling back to the bed before she could finish.
“What are you doing?” she asked, unable to stop the small laugh as his arms tightened around her. “I told you I have to go.”
“Funny thing…I’ve traveled around the world, can reasonably speak French and a smattering of Italian, and yet those words are completely lost on me. Why would you want to leave?”
“Because some of us have responsibilities,” she reminded him, disengaging his grip from her torso and rising. “I need to relieve the night nurse. If I’m not back within the hour, I get charged for another full shift and unlike a Buchanan…money isn’t exactly a nonissue for me.”
“So why didn’t you take the deal? If money is your concern, why torpedo a lucrative offer?”
“Because life isn’t all about money,” she answered simply.
“Yes it is,” he disagreed as if Tana was being naive. He scooted to a sitting position and grabbed his water to swig it before continuing with a shrug, “You can be self-righteous and claim that money isn’t what’s most important in life but you need money to live, so that seems a little contradictory. Unless you live completely off the grid, of course — which you don’t — you need money to survive, to provide for basic human needs. And the last time I checked high principles didn’t pay the electric bill or put food in your belly.”
Was he really lecturing her naked? Her cheeks warmed but she kept her gaze locked above the belt.
“Look, I’m not going to waste my time trying to get you to understand why a silly building means something to my family because I don’t know if you’ve ever had something that meant more than money could buy. Suffice to say, the Tamarack building is more than just a bunch of old bricks and moldering cornices and I plan to save it any way possible.”
Tana bit her tongue, wishing she hadn’t revealed so much in her impassioned rebuttal but Reece didn’t seem to catch her little slip.
In fact Reece seemed a bit pensive. “You think I don’t care about anything?”
Tana shifted a little in the face of his bald question but went with brutal honesty. “I think you care about things that probably don’t matter to most people. Such as which designer shoes to wear with your tailored suit. You’ve never had to make a choice between paying your water bill and buying groceries because you can’t do both. Fulfilling basic needs have never been an issue for you so your ability to empathize with those with less is seriously crippled.”
“You don’t know me well enough to judge me,” he said quietly.
She paused. Was it possible that she was painting Reece Buchanan with a pretty wide brush?
Reece stood abruptly, the laughter gone from his eyes. “You’re judging me based on assumptions. You’ve never asked if I’ve experienced loss or disappointment. Just because I’ve never worried about whether or not I could purchase a sandwich doesn’t mean I haven’t been dealt shitty hands at times. You learn to deal and you don’t whine about it or make others pay for your bitterness. That’s life, Tana, and it has nothing to do with having money or not having money.”
Tana blinked, stunned. God, had she just been schooled by a spoiled playboy?
Reece shocked her by pulling her into his arms for a brief, but scorching kiss then released her abruptly, saying, “I’ll call the car around. Hailing a cab at this hour is madness.”
No more playful temptations, no more sweet kisses or hungry looks. Just a terse, businesslike offer to have the car brought around.
She supposed she was lucky that he didn’t just toss her out onto the street. Tana got the impression it wasn’t often that Reece, or any Buchanan for that matter, suffered blatant insults without meting out swift consequence.
Way to go. Couldn’t keep your freakin’ mouth shut, could you?
How was she supposed to get Reece on her side if she couldn’t get through an evening without poking at him?
Dressed, she stood by the door, hoping she could salvage the evening but decided against it when she realized her mouth wasn’t going to cooperate and she might end up making things worse.
“Thanks for the good time,” Tana said, lifting her chin with a flip smile, as if she did this sort of thing often and by morning she would move on as if it’d never happened.
“Let me know when you want to try those beignets.”
Ah. Was that a sign that she still had a shot?
Tana cast a cool yet flirty smile his way and threw over her shoulder, “We’ll see” as she walked out, leaving him to wonder who had actually won that round.
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Morning broke and Reece awoke in a foul mood. Whereas sex with Tana had been better than he ever imagined it would be, she’d had no problems whatsoever leaving him behind with a “Thanks but I gotta run” line.
Fuck, it sucked being on the receiving end.
How many times had women tried to entice him to stay the night with offers ranging from epic breakfast promises to wake-up blow jobs? Too many to count.
But when it came down to it, Reece had rarely stayed, preferring the solitude of his own bed to actually sleep.
Things had not gone as planned last night. How had he underestimated Tana’s stubborn will? His brilliant idea of getting her into bed had worked but the whole part where she fell into step with his wishes had failed miserably.
Had he truly expected that setting off rocket ships in the bedroom would compel Tana to pant after him like a puppy dog, eager to do his bidding?
He groaned and slapped a hand over his eyes, partly to block out the harsh morning sun stabbing his brain, and partly to hide from his own arrogance.
Tana was no vapid sorority girl eager for a little Buchanan attention. She needed more than just good sex to lure her to his side.
And how exactly was he supposed to figure out what her breaking point was if he couldn’t even get her to spend the night?
His cell chirped and he grabbed it, scowling when he saw Dillon’s number.
Fuck him. It was too early to listen to that asshole.
Reece tossed his phone and strode to the shower, needing coffee and a plan, ASAP.
Tana was devoted to her grandfather, that much he knew. She was bartending at Nos to pay the bills, which included her grandfather’s care, apparently.
What if…her night nurse was no longer available?
If she couldn’t work because she was so busy caring for her grandfather, money would get uncomfortably tight, which might make taking the deal seem more palatable.
He had the wherewithal to wince at his own devious thought process.
What he was doing was despicable.
But he was already committed to seeing this through.
Besides, once the dust settled and Tana had a chance to see things from a different perspective, maybe she’d see that letting her grandfather’s building go was the best thing for everyone.
Ah hell, you can’t put a piece of parsley on a turd and call it gourmet.
It is what it is.
He’d just have to console his conscience from the deck of his yacht.
In Greece.
Yeah, he’ll have to go that far to escape Tana’s wrath when the chips finally fell and she found out his part in everything.
Actually, Greece might not be far enough.
On that discomfiting thought, Reece finished his shower, dressed, and headed out to make some inquiries.
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Chapter 10
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Tana hung up the phone, the stretched out cord on the old phone swinging, as she sat heavily into the kitchen chair, and fought the urge to panic.
Nora had quit.
Her trusted night nurse, the one who had been her grandfather’s caregiver for the past year had just quit with no notice.
And Tana had to work tonight.
What was she going to do?
Papa shuffled in, clutching his newspaper — the same newspaper he’d been reading for about a year, the newsprint all but faded into nothing legible— and settled in his recliner.
“Rain coming.”
Tana hastily wiped at the tears that managed to snake down her face and forced a smile for Papa. “Is that so?”
“Big storm. Says right here. Better bundle up, kiddo.”
“Sure, Papa. I’ll do that.”
There was no sense in trying to point out that the “big storm” had already been and gone because it would only upset him so she went along with his version of reality. Right about now, she’d love to run away from her current reality as well.
A knock at the door had her running in the hopes that Nora had changed her mind, or that her quitting had been a joke in poor taste
but when she opened the door and saw Reece standing there with a bouquet of roses, she frowned with distress and quickly shut the door behind her.
“What are you doing here?”
Reece appeared nonplussed by her agitation. “Bringing you flowers? Isn’t that the gentlemanly thing to do in these situations?”
Of all the poor timing.
She couldn’t let Reece see her papa, not like this, reading a newspaper from a year ago, warning people about a storm that’d already happened.
She accepted the flowers quickly with a forced smile. “They’re lovely. Um, but now isn’t a good time. My grandfather isn’t feeling well.”
“Is there anything I can do?”
“Not likely unless you know a good night nurse,” she grumbled before she could stop herself.
“Sadly, I’m fresh out of nursing contacts but I could probably make some calls. What exactly do you need?”
Tana bit her lip, caught between a rock and a hard place. She couldn’t exactly tell Reece that she needed someone to babysit her grandfather so he didn’t wander off in the middle of the night because then he’d know that Papa wasn’t entirely lucid.
But then, Reece could probably solve her nurse problem with a single phone call.
“Well, um, Papa is shy around strangers. I don’t know how well he’d do with someone new. I mean, he’s not a curmudgeon or anything — he’s actually quite sweet — but sometimes he gets nervous around people he doesn’t know.”
“Understandable,” Reece said with a solemn nod as if he, indeed, did understand. Suddenly, he brightened. “Let me solve this problem for you to make up for the way things ended last night. I’m still a little baffled as to how things degraded after we’d both—“
“Shhhhh,” she cut him off with a blush, gesturing to the brownstone. “My grandfather might be listening.”
“Oh, right. Sorry.” He pretended to lock his lips and throw away the key. It was dorky and very cute but she didn’t have time to appreciate the gesture. The crisis she faced was very real and she didn’t know if she could actually trust Reece further than she could throw him.
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