He’s the one and only. My one and only.
He eases to his feet and takes a sip of water before he brushes a strand of hair out of my face. "So, Doll Face – how about Honolulu this time of year?" He sets his glass on the side table and reaches out to me with both hands.
I lay my hands in his and he gently eases me to my feet. “Sounds like heaven,” I say. “I love you.”
“Good.”
God, he’s still cocky as fuck.
I chuckle, as he holds my gaze, walking backwards toward the bedroom. “So, what’s a guy got to do to get laid around here?” He wiggles his eyebrows.
“All you’ve got to do is say the word, baby.” I move willing, letting him lead the way.
He falls backward on the mattress and pulls me down on top of him. “I love you, Faith Monroe-Masters.” His lips slide over mine and melt every thought moving through my brain.
There’s nothing left to say. I’m his forever and he’s mine and we both know it.
The end, baby.
Author’s note:
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Desire, Untamed
(The Esquire Girls Series)
Ruthie (book 1)
Cassie-Ann L. Miller
Chapter 1
Take me back to your place.
That’s what I’m thinking as I glide my tongue against his and he slips his hand under the hem of my too short, too tight faux-leather mini dress.
I don’t care that we’re at a jam-packed Times Square nightclub, surrounded by hundreds of drunk, sweaty strangers. I don’t care that all my coworkers will be gossiping about how “easy” I am when we get to work at the law firm on Monday morning.
I just want him to take me home.
I don’t usually throw myself all over men I’ve just met…but it’s my birthday. And a night of passion with a smoldering hot man like this gorgeous stranger is exactly what I had in mind when I dragged my friends here to Club JUMP! tonight. Besides, it’s been seven months since I’ve had a man in my bed!
Seven whole months!
So, right now, all I want is to find myself moaning and panting underneath the heavenly specimen whose body is pressed up against mine.
I’d love to say that our eyes had met from across the crowded room and that he had found his way to me by the sheer pull of the feral energy between us. But the truth is, I saw him and I wanted him so…I went and got him.
I spotted him nearly 20 minutes ago. He was leaning over the banister in the VIP lounge, looking down at the crowd below. Within half a second of seeing him, I knew that he would be the perfect birthday present for me. His chiseled bone structure and bad boy ponytail made him dangerously handsome while his deep dimples added an odd softness to his face. But it was his eyes – those piercing blue, mysterious eyes – that told me he’d be an animal in bed.
I need that tonight.
When I noticed a group of girls hovering near him, trying to build up the courage to make a move, I took a nerve-steeling shot of tequila and approached him. “You waiting for your girlfriend?”
He spun around and watched me, his gorgeous eyes meandered lazily up and down my tight body as a virile smile spread across his handsome face. “I was waiting for my brother, actually…but now that you’re here…” My pulse thumped along with the loud music vibrating throughout the club as he put his hand on the small of my back and leaned in closer to whisper in my ear.
He told me he was only in town for a few days to help his dad with some “business stuff.” I told him that I didn’t need the details because I just wanted to dance. He laughed a rough, throaty laugh that caused me to tingle all over and took my hand, leading me to the dance floor. My coworkers, Hailey and Nadia, looked on in awe as I grinded shamelessly all over this handsome stranger. And he couldn’t resist me.
Before I knew it, we were here, sprawled off on this dark suede couch in the VIP lounge, touching and kissing all over each other. And now, all I want is to feel him inside of me.
“I’m gonna fuck you tonight,” he announces confidently, his lips hovering near mine. The rough timbre of his voice vibrates to my very core and I clench so hard that my eyes instinctively flutter shut.
“Yes.” That’s all I can say. His fingers dance lazily across my exposed collarbone and I shudder, craving him so bad. “I want you to fuck me,” I whine as I circle my hips against the couch. It’s taking all of my self-control not to climb into his lap and hump him senseless right this minute.
“God, you’re sexy.” He nibbles on my chin before kissing a trail down my neck. I’m hot and breathless and the warmth of his breath on my neck has me feeling somewhat light-headed. “That accent – Argentinian? Peruvian?”
Usually, I become self-conscious when people comment on my accent. I’ve spent the past several years trying to suppress it just so I can fit in. But tonight, I’m too horny to protest. “Brazilian,” I moan against his ear.
“You’re a model, aren’t you?” he asks, inching away slightly to evaluate my face.
Model.
I cringe every time I hear the word. I glance over at my “model” friend, Teresa, on a tabletop nearby, kite-high on coke and grinding all over, Luke, this scrawny guy that I work with.
Model?
That’s one of the things I never want to be called again.
“I’m a lawyer.”
It’s sort of true. I’m only a few months away from finishing law school and taking the New York bar exam. Plus, ‘lawyer’ is a title that I like much better than ‘model’. I don’t need to go into details with this beautiful random. It’s not like I’ll ever see him again after tonight.
“Too much talking; not enough touching,” I whine as I slip my hand under the hem of his shirt. Jeeze – his torso is even more muscular than I thought it would be.
With that, he moans in a low, gravely pitch just as his fingers plunge into my long, blonde waves. He tugs gently as his mouth conquers mine again in a passionate, eager kiss. I get lost in the softness of his lips, the urgency in his touch, the rawness of his lust.
Flushed and breathless, I pull away and push to my feet, wobbling in my four-inch pumps. “I can’t take this anymore. We’re going to my place. Right now.”
His lips turn up into the most delicious smile I’ve ever seen. “Tonight is going to be a very good night.”
I grab him by the hand and lead the way to the door. Glancing back at him, I toss a wink over my shoulder. “You have no idea.”
Chapter 2
I put it in my mouth.
The moment he slid his boxers down his long, muscular legs, I had dropped to my knees on the rug and took his warm, throbbing cock between my lips.
And he thrust into my mouth again and again as he leaned against the wall near the open window in my tiny bedroom. His erection was so thick and long that my eyes burned as it strained against the back of my throat. And when he shot ropes and ropes of cum onto my tongue, I swallowed every drop without complaint.
I couldn’t help myself.
I’m
no angel – I’ve had a few one-night stands. But I’ve never gone down on a stranger before. Never have I shared myself in this way with a guy I’ve just met. There’s just something about this man and his beautiful cock – I just couldn’t help myself.
So now, it’s only fair that he return the favor.
I’m spread eagle on my bed, holding the wooden bars of the worn bedhead with white-knuckled force as he pulls my aching clit between his teeth. “Jeeeeeezzzzeee,” is the only word that escapes my lips as the curtains flutter softly in the light summer breeze.
“You like that?” he growls in a taunting voice and when I moan in approval, he rewards me by dragging his teeth along my sensitive flesh yet again.
In the dark room, I can barely see a thing. All I can do is feel.
Feel the warmth of his breath against my thighs.
Feel the tingle of arousal racing across my damp skin.
Feel the crushing need for release that’s building up at the very core of me.
He pushes my legs further apart and my muscles burn with strain. But the sensation of his tongue racing back and forth along my pearl is enough to dull the discomfort.
“You’ve got the sweetest fucking pussy,” he mumbles between laps as my untamed desire gushes out onto his tongue. “The sweetest.”
“Lick it! Lick it!”
I squeeze on the bars of the bed and scream without regard for the fact that it’s already 3:30 in the morning and my neighbors probably don’t appreciate the disturbance. I don’t mean to be inconsiderate but my body has never felt so utterly…ignited.
The orgasm rolls over me in wave after wave and the man who provoked this reaction places wet kisses along the insides of my thighs. I push my cheek into the pillow, trying to temper the intensity of what I feel.
Before I can catch my breath, he’s on his knees hovering above me. “I’m so fucking hard. I have to fuck you. Now.” I hear the condom wrapper tearing apart. I feel the bed shift as he sheaths himself.
When his lips touch mine, I’m eager to shove my tongue into his mouth. I grab hold of his ponytail and deepen our kiss. The sharpness of his cock entering my body sends a jolt of pleasure through my system.
“Shit!” I cry out turning my face into the pillow again. “It feels so good.”
“Yes,” he grunts as he thrusts into me with a smooth, confident tempo.
I jerk my hips towards him over and over at a reckless, desperate pace until my body is bucking like a wild animal. My climax is so strong.
“Fuck. You’re. Coming. So. Hard.” He pants as his strong orgasm owns him.
He pumps into me, deeper than deep until the mind-quaking pleasure finally releases its grip on him and he collapses speechless onto the mattress next to me.
Chapter 3
Y’know what’s really annoying?
Waking up in your king-sized bed and trying to roll over only to bump up against a warm, immobile body that doesn’t belong there.
When poking him lightly in his ribs three or four times doesn’t wake him the hell up, I nudge my elbow firmly into his side. Only then does he stir, stretching his long, muscular arms above his head before his piercing blue eyes blink open. He looks over at me and a Cheshire smile spreads across his handsome face.
Whoa! I did good last night. I mentally pat myself on the back as I evaluate his dark, wavy ponytail, the abs sculpted into his bronzed torso, the dark stubble on his chiseled jaw and the very impressive erection clearly outlined despite the light sheet covering his lower body.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” he says in a raspy voice that makes my stomach stir despite myself.
“You need to leave before my roommate wakes up,” I announce dryly as I hop out of bed and start gathering the articles of clothing that he’d discarded on my bedroom floor the night before. My roommate, Hailey, is a true Southern Belle – traditional, judgmental and a straight-up prude. The last thing I need is for her to spy the fine specimen I picked up at the club last night creeping out of here early on this Saturday morning.
“I was thinking we could grab breakfast, Ruth,” the beautiful random says propping himself up on his elbows and peering up at me with his gorgeous, groggy eyes. His sexy, well-defined arms are now on display and that just further piques my hungry desire to saddle up again.
“Look –” Shit, I don’t remember his name.
“Mike,” he offers with a wayward chuckle that moves right through me, awakening desire in every one of my cells.
“Look, Mike – it’s called a one-night stand for a reason. No need to buy me a meal afterwards.” I reach over and pat the top of his head like a little dog. As gorgeous as he is, I have to refuse his offer.
“I never agreed to a one-night stand,” he says, his electrifying blue eyes sparkling with amusement in the glow of the sunlight streaming in through the spaces in my curtains.
“You picked me up at a club, Mike. There’s no riding off into the sunset for us.” Sarcasm is my forté, I’ve been told.
“Damn – you’re a jaded one,” he says with resignation as he rolls out of my bed.
“Whatever,” I mumble shoving his clothes at him before shuffling into the bathroom, pulling my long blonde hair into a messy ponytail high on my head.
A part of me – the part that was moaning and howling and climaxing under him all night – wants to give into him. Fall back into my bed and feast on his gorgeous body for breakfast, lunch and dinner. But my tiny, nagging voice of reason won’t quit. I can’t have my way with him. Getting close to him – or any man – will end in disaster.
It always does.
When I walk back into my bedroom a few minutes later, he’s gone, leaving behind the delicious scent of his skin on my sheets. He’s scribbled his phone number onto a scrap of paper and left it on my nightstand. Area code 213. Where the hell is that? I know I should crumple the paper up and toss it into the garbage. Instead, I slip it into the bottom of my panty drawer…”What am I doing?” I mutter to myself as I stow his number away. A girl like me doesn’t hook a guy like that.
He’d want nothing to do with me if he knew who I really am.
Chapter 4
Three months later…
“Any idea what this meeting is about?” Nadia asks on the heels of a deep yawn.
I swivel my chair back and look up at her. “No clue,” I say taking a sip from my snack-sized carton of milk then resting the box on my small, cluttered desk. I glance up at the clock on the wall near our cubicle stations. It’s 8:50 on a Monday morning and I’d much rather be wrapped up in my bed sheets than here at Cartwright Moretti Stevenson waiting for this last minute staff meeting to start. To add to my irritation, today is the first day of this semester’s classes at Cornell Law and I’m missing my Bankruptcy Law class to be here.
Hailey inches closer to us and her voice drops to a whisper. “There’s a rumor going around that the law firm is in financial trouble. Maybe they’re gonna announce layoffs…or worse maybe they’re gonna announce that they’re shutting the office down.”
I cringe at the possibility that Hailey’s words may be more than speculation. What if she’s right? What if her words are true? I can’t afford to lose this internship. We started work here as summer students back in May and we were virtually guaranteed associate positions once we respectively pass the New York bar. If Hailey’s right, that means that we’ll all be tossed out on our asses, back into the job market.
I can’t afford to lose this job. God knows I can’t afford to live off of my scholarship money alone. Especially with my shoe addiction.
I decide to shrug off those worries. Cartwright Moretti Stevenson is a respected and well-established firm with offices in Los Angeles, Boston, Chicago, Houston and Tokyo. There’s no way the firm is having financial difficulties…At least that’s what I want to believe.
“I can’t afford to miss my Estate Law class this morning,” Nadia mumbles groggily. “If this firm is gonna fire me, they’d better make it fast.”
I find myself laughing at her comment as I take another sip of milk. “You’re the most cynical person I know, Nadia,” Hailey says with a grim expression.
Nadia smirks in response.
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