He had me at a loss for words, completely worked up and all I could do was stand there and dig my fingers into my black leather couch. It had been a gift from Owen, who had more money than brains. At least, until he had to fork out a lot of that to his brother the deadbeat.
“I’ll bet you do this to all your women,” I said to him. It was getting harder and harder to stand there and just take this. He was so talented. He was tongue fucking my hole with an enthusiasm that went beyond just your normal run of the mill one night stand. Through my fuzzy head the thought came to me that he was giving me back what I’d given him. Respectful, strong, gorgeous Brandon.
I tittered and it turned into a moan as I pushed down on his mouth and spread my legs wider.
It wasn’t something that I normally do on any given day. There were times that I had to take matters into my own hands, but there were also times that a real flesh and blood man could only do what they could do. Men had their place. Behind my ass.
I hadn’t had that desire stoked in at least three months. I don’t know why, except to say that I was concentrating on my job and then on this new enterprise. I could’ve gone to any bar, asked any of the guys downstairs to come up with me, but I don’t think that I would’ve gotten the same kind of service that was now being inflicted on me.
I turned my body around on the couch and then lifted my legs, until they were over his shoulders. I scissored my ankles behind his head and then lifted my body up against him, so that he had no choice, but to suffocate on my sex. Oh that’s it…make me cum you fucking bastard.
The liquor obviously had something do with my inhibitions being stripped away. The rest of it was just because I wanted it.
“MMMMMMMMMM.” He was trying hard to pull away from me, but I was having none of it. His moans made these vibrations hum through my clit. I felt that moment of truth and there was no way that I was going to deny myself that kind of pleasure, even if it was with this arrogant little prick.
“I’m cumming…” I screamed. “I’m fucking CUMMMMMMINGGGGG!”
My legs were shaking and my arms were shaking. It was a wonder that I was able to even stay in the position that I was in. I wanted to explode, to stretch out all over him and just dissolve away on the waves of intense pleasure.
He lowered my legs and now they were wrapped around his waist. He put his hands on my bare ass and then he showed me how hard he’d gotten again. He pushed into me, up into my slick moisture and rammed me so hard that it hurt, in all the right ways.
I pulled him into the abyss of my pleasure, holding him hard and feeling all those inches fill me up in just the right way.
“Brandon,” I breathed. “I think this was going to happen from the moment that we started. Getting sweaty and hot together was a very bad mistake. I have feelings for you that I didn’t want. I can’t keep away from you. I don’t want to.”
He was pushing up against me and I could feel that invading presence moving in me, against me, through me.
“Sky,” he told me. “I feel the same. I don’t know what I think anymore. Damn, you make it hard to complete my thought.”
“Stop talking,” I told him. “Just shut up and fuck me.”
I was choking on my words, begging him in my mind to show me no mercy, like he’d told me. It felt absolutely sublime to realize that I had him where I wanted him and not the other way around.
That fire between us was out of control and there was only one way that we were going to satisfy that burning desire. We moved together, pushing ourselves beyond all reason and letting our bodies take us on the wave of pleasure that we were creating.
“I’m going to…I’m going to…again!” I screamed. Let the boys downstairs hear that.
I could tell that he wasn’t too far off. Me going off on him again would be all it took. I wasn’t disappointed, as he drove his equipment with this intense need to finish this once and for all.
We went off on each other, and the world stopped around us.
In the afterglow, sweating and lying with each other on my couch, breathing in the scent of each other, I knew. This wasn’t just a one-time, blow off steam thing. This was something more.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of him or prevent myself from reaching down to feel what he had given me. My lips were swollen and puffy pink and I could tell from how deeply he had shot that there was no way that it was going to come back out. That’s girl-speak for being pretty sure I just got knocked-up.
This did terrify me and the idea of getting pregnant was not something that was supposed to be in my cards. I had a destiny to become a fighting force. I think that I was well on my way to doing that and this first fight was going to tell the tale. It would also say that I was here to stay, or I would lose and become a laughingstock in this industry.
That night, we burned the sheets, until the wee hours of the morning. It was only after we had showered and washed off the sticky scent of sex on our skin that we turned our attention back to the task at hand. The drink had been burned out of us, and our heads were clear again.
The next two days, I put myself in his hands in the ring and in my bed as well. I knew that I was going to be with child, but that wasn’t going to stop me from getting into that ring. He had no idea what he had done and probably thought that having sex multiple times wasn’t going to do anything.
Then the day came and I stood there ready to face my opponent and she’s unforgiving and I can tell that she thinks that I’m a joke. I would to, considering that I was a novice and I was asking for permission to go up against one of the very best.
Brandon was in my corner and in the process of taping up my wrist, he whispered into my ear, “I know that this is sudden, but I can’t help the way that you affect me. I want you to know that you’re very special and that I don’t want to lose you.”
Out of the sight of every one, he presented me with a diamond ring on the tip of his index finger. I stared at the huge diamond and I knew that I had made him a better man. He was no longer callous, or looking for that next conquest. He wanted me and he was proving it by showing me his love and affection in the form of an engagement ring.
“This isn’t the time, Brandon…but if you need my answer right now, then it’s a resounding yes.”
He looked like he was overjoyed. I put my hands on his shoulder to prevent him from showing it to the masses. “Just keep this underneath our hat for the time being. Let some of the heat die down. I want the right kind of publicity for this place and it’s not gonna come from our happiness.”
“I showed you one move and I hope that you get a chance to use it, quick.”
I went into the ring and I don’t think that I could stop smiling. This seemed to take my opponent off guard. Her nickname was the crusher and when she came after me, I found out the reason why. I suddenly found myself in a rear chokehold with her hand on top of my forehead and her forearm underneath my throat to cut off my oxygen. To get her off, I slammed her repeatedly against the chain enclosure.
I finally reached up with both hands and bent at the waist quickly to flip her over top of me. This broke the contact and I went down and moved in such a way that I was able to put her into the triangle hold.
I don’t think that she was expecting that kind of expertise from someone that had no record to speak of. She struggled, but the more that she did, the more pressure I put on, until she was tapping out and the referee had no choice, but to call it. It was over within five minutes and I think that I had shocked the world with how much I had learned.
“I can’t believe that you did that!” Brandon yelped for joy. “I figured that you would use it, but I didn’t expect in a million years that you would be able to use it, so quickly.”
While I was in his arms, the crusher came over and in a moment of sportsmanship, she shook my hand and told me that I had a future.
I did find out that I was pregnant soon after and Brandon expressly forbade me from getting in the ring again, until after the birth of
our son. I was able to work and with my win came notoriety and with that notoriety came those that wanted to be a part of something that was growing in momentum. Brandon was a man of his word and he was now down to five per cent, not that it much mattered.
We were together. What was mine was his, and he gave me everything he had, too.
Love has a way of finding you when you least expect it and sometimes you just have to know when to reach out and put it in a choke hold.
THE END
Seduced by a Forbidden Billionaire
Chapter One
Another day, another million dollars, he thought. Pre-tax of course. Gotta give Uncle Sam his cut otherwise he takes it all.
He ran his fingers through his shaggy black hair and let the thick curls fall around his dark eyes. Draco Morgan rested his elbows on the smooth mahogany surface of his desk and let his face drop into his hands. It had been a trying day in the boardroom and he was ready to call the day finished, despite the fact it was only one in the afternoon.
He punched a button on his phone and ordered his assistant, Katherine, to fetch his lunch. There was a faint sigh in her voice as she acknowledged him. He was not worried about the unintentional display of annoyance. Her slightly difficult attitude was also one of her biggest attributes since she turned those same mannerisms on the would-be callers and visitors in her role as his gatekeeper.
Draco scanned through his e-mail as he waited for his food. The million dollars that had his attention was just another million into the coffers for a rainy day. Once his bank balance had entered the ten digit arena, a million seemed like the change that a normal person might lose in the cushions of their couch.
Katherine swung open his door without knocking, and strode into his office with the tray of food. She laid out the heavy silver cutlery and piled his salad onto the china plate. He wrinkled his nose at the tangle of lettuce and vegetables and she shook her head.
“You know you’re supposed to eat healthier, Mister Morgan. Your doctor says no more steaks for a while.”
He rolled his eyes and shooed her away with a wave of his hand. She had no business lecturing him about his health. She didn’t get the six figure salary his dietician did. He dug into the meal and started making his mental plans for his steak dinner with plenty of blue cheese crumbles and red wine, followed by a stop at his favorite bar for more liquid refreshment of the Scotch variety.
After he closed out his afternoon by checking more e-mails and confirming the arrangements of the most recent land purchase with his legal department, he sent Katherine home early and headed out right behind her.
Despite the early hour of four o’clock, Draco swung into the steakhouse and was immediately escorted to a private table in the back with murmurs of “Yes Mister Morgan, of course Mister Morgan,” and an ocean of hushed whispers from every young female wait staffer in the place. He raked his fingers through his mess of curls and grinned to himself, thinking that perhaps the evening would include less Scotch and more companionship.
The rare steak he ordered arrived quickly, smothered in sautéed mushrooms, balsamic vinegar reduction, and handfuls of blue cheese. It came with a salad but he had already had his fill at lunch and was more eager for the garlic mashed potatoes and creamed spinach. In his mind, those counted as vegetables in case Katherine asked the next morning. His stomach growled unbecomingly and he dug in ravenously. It tasted all that much better since he had been forbidden to eat it.
As he relished his meal, he perused the view from his table in the corner. The top reason this was his favorite steakhouse was the food, of course, but the second was the view from his padded leather booth, so that he could see all of the beautiful young women scurrying silently around the room as they waited on the tables.
After he finished his meal and paid the $250 tab without even blinking, he beckoned to one particular waitress and she teetered over on her stiletto heels.
“Yes, Mister Morgan? How can I help you?”
His face split into a hungry grin. “I was hoping you’d offer. What time do you get off?”
“Actually, not for about two hours, sir.”
“How about, when you get off, you meet me at the Silver Oak Bar around the corner? I’d love to buy you a drink and chat.”
She knew him and his reputation; and that his offer to chat would last about as long as it took him to call his driver to take them both back to his penthouse suite.
“Perhaps, Sir, but I might have to stay late.”
“Oh, I can make arrangements for that not to happen.”
“I don’t mind. I like the customers and the extra tips.”
He leaned forward on his elbows and whispered loudly, “I have more than just a tip for a pretty thing like you…”
She had the decency to blush. “We’ll see. Thank you, Mister Morgan.”
She made a graceful exit, her long tanned legs rising from the black stilettos and disappearing up into the short tight black skirt. As her heart-shaped ass swayed away from him, he felt a familiar twinge in his groin and he pictured her in nothing but those high heels and on all fours in front of him. He hoisted his tall muscled frame from the plush booth, smoothed the impeccable Armani slacks as a force of habit, and headed out the door with a blatant wink in her direction.
Chapter Two
Taylor Skiles sighed deeply and rubbed her temples in an effort to push the headache back to where it had come from. The partner in charge had just left her office after requesting a status update on a particular case and she felt more behind than ever. These people and their families seem to just keep committing their crimes and she could not convince the powers that be that she had plenty on her plate already.
She knew she could not push back too much if she had any hope of becoming partner at the firm in the near future. But she was even starting to question whether she wanted to continue her career down the path of defending these hopeless repeat criminals who had more money than sense. At least as a public defender, she might be helping someone who truly needed her expertise. Or even the opposite. A friend of hers from law school who worked for the city had told her over drinks a few nights ago that there might be an imminent opening in the city prosecutor’s office.
“C’mon Taylor,” her friend had persuaded, “just think, you could be putting these guys away instead of keeping them free to do it all over again.”
Taylor had been pondering all of her options, but none of them would be worth considering if she did not make a dent in the paperwork that threatened to avalanche all over her desktop. She dialed up her favorite Chinese food place and within thirty minutes or so she had her vegetarian tofu fried rice steaming in front of her in its stereotypical white cardboard carton.
She did not have the time or patience for the chopsticks, so she stuck them in her desk with the pile of other chopsticks, and picked up the flimsy plastic fork. The food was not the best but it was not bad, and it kept her stomach from growling too loudly.
As she chewed thoughtfully, she dug through her e-mail to find a specific message from her paralegal about whose signature they were waiting for on the breaking and entering case. The crime had allegedly been committed by the twenty year old son of a congressman, and he was willing to pay her firm nearly anything to keep the case out of court and out of the news.
She shook her head as she remembered the meeting with the son and the father. The younger man had been at minimum hungover if not still drunk, and the father was more concerned about his political reputation and career than about the fact that it appeared that the son had actually committed the crime. At the same time as she found the e-mail message, she remembered that they were waiting on the district attorney’s final approval on the plea bargain they had negotiated. The young man’s punishment for destroying the living room of an underprivileged single mother was forty hours of community service.
The reality of her job came crashing back through her mind and she groaned loudly to no one. There was always a polit
ician or a businessman or a judge who needed their firm’s assistance in avoiding embarrassment and loss of reputation, but no one who actually deserved the second chances that the lawyers seemed to dole out on a daily basis.
Taylor pulled her long blonde ponytail down and re-tied it back. She fired off yet another e-mail to the district attorney asking him to put a rush on the document, and packed up for the night. There was no one waiting for her at home, and she was ready for a nice long run in the park and then her quiet empty apartment.
Chapter Three
Draco walked over to the Silver Oak tavern to ostensibly work off his dinner, and he had his driver drive the three blocks so that he would not have to walk back to the restaurant when it was time to leave. The black luxury sedan passed him as he entered the bar, and pulled into a parallel parking spot just across the street.
Draco’s face and reputation were as familiar in the bar as they had been in the restaurant, and he enjoyed table service in the VIP suite. He did mention to the hostess at the front as well as the girl at the VIP stand that he expected a young lady to be joining him later. They both reacted the same way, with a blush and a giggle, and “Yes Mister Morgan.”
He took up his seat at the inlaid wooden table and gestured to the bartender with three fingers. Almost instantly, a crystal tumbler appeared in front of him with three fingers worth of Scotch, give or take. He took a long pull at the amber liquid and let it trace a warm path down his throat and into his full stomach. He knew that living this way would eventually take its toll on his physique, but up until now, he had managed to hold on to his muscled upper body and six pack abs. And no young lady that had ever accompanied him home had left his penthouse complaining. Well, perhaps they complained about walking a little funny, but that was it to his knowledge.
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