by Ciara Cole
Billionaire’s Black Runaway Wife 2
BWWM Romance
By:
Ciara Cole
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter One
The crowded club swirled around Emily in a pounding wave of color and sound.
It always felt like this when she danced, especially in a crowd. She found that rush of adrenalin she so craved. Within the music she could feel an unconditional love she couldn’t seem to have in reality. The music didn’t judge, didn’t ask you to measure up. All you had to do was be.
When she moved, when the beat pulsed into her veins, she felt in control.
She definitely knew she had some serious control issues. She always needed to be in charge of whatever situation she found herself. Feeling inadequate or not being able to have things going the way she wanted could send her in a panic and she was slowly coming to realize that. And be wary of it.
For now though, she’d thrown caution to the wind. And damn it felt good. The past weeks had felt like being under a microscope. Now she could feel like she was truly alive. If only she could just…
A grip of steel closed round her wrist, snapping Emily back to the present. Her body stiffened its gliding movements as she was slammed back against a broad chest. Her heart began to pound as she instantly realized who it was even before she looked over her shoulder up at him.
“Let me go,” Emily demanded, trying to reclaim her arm. Out of nowhere, Chace had appeared and now had her pinned up against his solid, immovable frame.
“Stay still,” Chace ordered, tightening his grip on her wrist. The chiseled line of his jaw was set and a muscle flexed in his smooth-shaven cheek. Even in the blinking shadows of the dimly lit club, Chace’s eyes seemed like glacier sharp lasers. Beneath his piercing stare, Emily fought the catch in her throat.
Much as his evident fury made her unsettled, his utter sexiness was even more transfixing.
His light-colored suit set off the toned perfection of his shoulders and chest, the fabric straining across his muscled biceps. Chace’s dark locks looked even darker, raked into waves that ran to the back of his head. A heated sheen deepened his tanned coloring as anger seemed to roll of him like a thundering surf.
It scared, captivated, and turned Emily on all at once. Her gaze was drawn from those gleaming silver eyes to that mouth. Though harshly set, it still had a bottom lip lush enough to make her long to catch it between her teeth and sink in deep.
Emily heard Chace curse underneath his breath and swing her round again, forcing her back to rest against his chest once more. It gave Emily the respite she needed because she really didn’t want to see his lips or his eyes. They were much too distracting when she wanted to be just as angry at him as he seemed to be at her.
“Why do you keep pushing me?”
His hot breath, whispering in Emily’s ear like that and the crowd around them unaware of their exchange yet jarringly present sent a tingle down her spine. Emily squirmed in her tight little black dress. Chace was so animal. Underneath his urbane exterior, his smooth, refined good looks and sex appeal, there was a jungle creature, unleashed and all spicy danger.
Emily could barely disguise her panty-dripping arousal beneath a huff. “You really want us to get into that? Out here?”
Not that anyone really noticed, but Emily and Chace hardly seemed to be moving, his body secured to hers from behind with an intimacy that crackled irresistibly. All around them was whirling motion and pumping music amidst the throbbing lights of the nightclub. But all that mattered was this – Chace hard as a rock against the small of her back, so close to Emily she could inhale the gorgeous scent that was only his, infusing from his heated frame.
“You’re right. And that’s why we’re leaving. Now,” he rasped softly in her ear as she shivered.
“Chace.”
To her chagrin, Chace didn’t bother saying another word and with his arm around her midsection, he walked her off the dance floor away from the mass of people. Emily blindly followed, having no choice against Chace’s dark determination.
Having made it out into a small corridor, Emily noted that at the end of the narrow hall was a door with a red exit sign glowing atop it. Instead of heading for it, though, Emily felt the solidness of the wall at her back as Chace suddenly pushed her against it and pinned her there with his formidably immovable frame.
His unexpected move had the breath knocking out of her, and Emily’s thoughts grew wild as she stared up at him.
Away from curious eyes and the thumping lights and noise, everything was hushed yet raging between them. Emily was trapped by Chace’s entire frame, including the turgid ridge of his maleness against her stomach.
Emily’s breath quickened as Chace’s body remained unyielding, exciting her with the force of his presence. His hand shot out to slam his palm against the wall, barely a centimeter from her head. Emily flinched slightly, but didn’t turn her gaze from his.
Emily had never really seen Chace this mad – but then, what did he expect? She’d warned him from the start that she wouldn’t play tractable just to suit him. Yet now, with those silver-gray eyes blazing, his body hot and hard against hers, Emily couldn’t fight that pull. As if a magical door had opened into his raw emotions, with Emily stepping in almost against her will.
Feeling herself grow warm and pliable while snared between two hard surfaces, Emily moaned softly. The swell of her breast pressed against his chest, the feeling of their sensual kinship suddenly intoxicating.
“Ah, shit,” groaned Chace, his hand closing over the curve of her face while his thumb reached to skim across the soft swell of her lips.
Emily stood still as he lowered his head, his tongue tasting the inner rim of her parted mouth before touching his lips to hers in a kiss of unfaltering need.
Emily’s arms were no longer limp at her sides. They twined round Chace’s shoulders, even as she felt his other hand ease over the mound of her breast to the stub of her engorged nipple through the soft fabric of her dress. She moaned again, inching even more into his touch.
“No one ever made me so damn crazy,” Chace growled against Emily’s mouth. His hand slid from her breast to rake underneath her dress and up in between her thighs. He easily found her clit surging against her moist panties. He rubbed on her hard and sent a shockwave of ecstasy through her.
The next moment the feeling was gone, Chace withdrawing abruptly. Emily’s fogged brain noticed the sudden sound of footsteps, but no one appeared as whoever it was headed in a different direction from where they were. Still, it was enough to bring Emily to her senses as she straightened her dress and glared up at Chace.
His response was simply to grab for her wrist and march them out through the exit. Minutes later, they were speeding off in his car, the air charged between them and Emily could tell Chace was barely keeping himself reined in.
“How did you know where to find me? And why were you even the
re? I thought you’d be busy at that little VIP function of yours.” Emily, unable to stand it much longer, finally broke the silence.
“One you were meant to accompany me to. Instead, you went to that club, without informing me of your plans,” Chace said with deceptive calm. “If I hadn’t thought to call Ciara up and ask, I’d have no idea you’d pull this kind of stunt.”
“If it’s an apology you want, then fine. I’m sorry, Chace, that I chose not to spend the evening rubbing shoulders with your fancy friends and family,” Emily said, folding her arms.
Chace barely sent her a glance while Emily bristled at his impenetrable calm.
“If you didn’t want to come, then of course you shouldn’t have to,” Chace said. “But acting childishly isn’t a great way to get your point across.”
His words struck hard and Emily winced, torn between anger and guilt. “You probably think I’m irresponsible – and foolish. I actually feel like an idiot right now if that’s any consolation. I mean it was just supposed to be a couple of hours or so of high society hobnobbing, but I just had to act the dumbass, right?” Emily sighed heavily. “This is just not working out. I’m not sure the whole engagement is still a good idea…”
Emily froze as just then Chace suddenly turned the wheel, swerving the powerful car off the roadway and onto the side. Traffic shot past while the interior of the parked car now seemed to crackle with an even more charged atmosphere than before. Heart pounding, Emily stared at Chace’s fists clenched round the wheel before his grip loosened and he shot a hand through his locks before facing her.
“You just had to pull up that card? Does this mean so little to you?” Chace asked with a darkened gaze.
Emily anger was suddenly doused by her ever mounting guilt. She bit on her lip and looked away, saying softly, “I told you. I can’t fit into the mold that you or your family and friends want for me. I wish things could be different, but…” Another helpless sigh escaped her.
“Look at me.” Chace had his hand beneath her chin, urging her to turn her face in his direction, but it took a few moments before Emily could finally meet his stirring gaze.
“I’ll never choose the easy way out,” he said. “So don’t ask me to.”
With just his gaze, he spoke volumes, even things Emily didn’t want to admit to right then about her fears and indecision. Somehow, his words cut deeper than ever and she couldn’t help but feel ashamed. Like she really, really needed to grow up.
Her body eased, and as if sensing her softening, Chace leaned in just within reach of her lips. “Kiss me.”
Emily’s eyes rolled skywards, but she couldn’t resist, cupping his face in between both hands. “I guess I have to endure my punishment,” she said with a put-on sigh, before planting a soft, quick kiss on his mouth.
“Ah, but you can do much, much better,” admonished Chace, just as his face slanted to seize her mouth in a rough, demanding kiss that sent arrows of lust zeroing in on her scorched sex.
Chace pulled back slowly, his hooded eyes trained on Emily’s swollen lips as she panted softly. There was a powder keg of promise hanging in the air around them, leaving Emily leaning weakly against her seat as Chace started the car and said gruffly, “Let’s go home.”
Chapter Two
“How could you?” Ciara groaned with enough rebuke in her tone to make Emily feel worse, even though they weren’t face to face. Still weighed down by her unnecessarily silly attitude of last night, Emily sighed and turned to face the window, her phone to her ear.
“I know. I don’t understand what gets into me sometimes. I just act crazy.”
“I never guessed you had a prior function to attend with Chace when you mentioned you were going to be out at that club,” said Ciara accusingly over the line. “You’re going to push that good man to the wall, you know that?”
Biting on her lip Emily couldn’t help but agree silently. “If I had to go through another one of those elegantly pretentious events with the high and mighty tossing their noses up at me, I’d go insane!” exclaimed Emily, shoving a hand through her curls. “I don’t know how you do it.”
“Neither do I,” said Ciara drily. “It never gets easier, that I promise you. I just keep reminding myself about what really matters.”
“You’re right.” Emily sighed. “It’s just not as easy as I thought it would be.”
“If it was, then everyone would have a happily ever after, but that’s not possible. At least you and Chace are both working together to make it happen. It’s not some one-sided thing,” was Ciara’s sensible reply. How did Ciara get so sensible? Emily shook her head inwardly with a smile. Domestication really did a lot of good for Ciara. Emily had always thought that kind of thing was for her, but maybe she was having doubts.
“At least, I hope it isn’t – on your end I mean,” added Ciara on a warning note. “If I didn’t know better, it almost feels like you want Chace to leave you.”
Maybe it’s not exactly wanting him to leave…but being afraid that he will anyway, whether I want it or not. That sudden thought hit Emily in the stomach like a sledgehammer. She gasped. Was that it? Was that why she was being so difficult, making things even harder for them both? Was it her own kind of self-defense mechanism?
“Then that would really be crazy,” Emily replied on a short laugh, hiding her inner turmoil. “Where the hell am I going to find another good man like Chace? Not like it’s raining sexy billionaires out there.”
Ciara chuckled, sobering moments later to ask, “So last night ended okay? You guys kissed and made up and all that?”
Emily’s neck suddenly went hot and she tingled from the knees up. Just thinking about how last night went down the moment they got back into the apartment…Emily had to quickly settle into the nearest chair as she felt an instant shortness of breath.
“Hmm, I guess I can safely say you both worked things out the old-fashioned way,” came Ciara’s teasing words through the silence. “Well now that I’ve put my mind at ease, I’d better get to work with those recipes I have to put up on Pinterest today.”
“Yeah…I’ll catch up on my ideas for a new storyline. Hard to believe the book’s coming out in a month – finally.”
“Wow, that’s true,” gasped Ciara. “You must be so excited.”
“I am. Maybe it’s the nerves that have got me so out of whack lately,” Emily confessed. Ciara was the only one of her friends she could really open up to, and now she let a bit of her worry show as she asked hesitantly, “You really think Chace and I will do okay?”
Ciara paused, giving it some thought. Then she said with feeling, “Yes. No buts or ifs about it. There’s just something about him that so solid. The only other person I’ve ever seen that way is Zane. I don’t want you to feel like I’m pushing, but…maybe it’s time you stop holding back.”
“Yeah,” Emily said softly, her mind wandering as the call soon ended. Like it did during most part of her day, her thoughts flew to Chace, wondering what he was doing and where he was. He’d left for work early that morning, and Emily remembered the state she’d been in…deliciously sated, every muscle popped out from a whole night of relentless passion between them.
She’d blinked one eye open to see Chace, his handsome face grinning as he leaned over her prone frame. He kissed her on the lips. “Let’s have dinner somewhere special – my own way of apology for last night. I scared you didn’t I, showing up mad as hell at that club?”
Emily had purred, stretching her already punished muscles as crossed her arms underneath her cheek, batting her eyes up at Chace. “I don’t know, it was kind of exciting. I’ve never seen you like that. And then when we got home…well let’s just say I don’t mind seeing this side of you once in a while.”
“I knew it,” Chace growled, as he landed a quick, sharp smack on her upturned ass. Emily let out a cry at the sharp, sweet sting. “You do like making me crazy.”
“Enjoy your day,” Emily worded softly, watching Chace head for th
e door. He looked round and gave her a wink, his suit draped over his shirted arm. Emily’s last glimpse was of his broad back, trim waist, and hips perfectly encased in his custom-tailored clothes.
Was Chace right, wondered Emily now, while seated behind her computer pretending she was getting anything done. Did she really like the thrill of defying him and seeing him snap? He never, ever got physical or overly forceful. Emily admitted to herself that she did like to get a reaction from him. Somehow, it made her feel he truly cared when he let his emotions have free rein.
Last night…was memorable in ways Emily couldn’t describe. On arrival back home, she’d felt somewhat subdued after their confrontation, starting with Chace surprisingly showing up at the club and making her leave with him. Then in the car, that kiss promising there was more punishment ahead for her rebelliousness.
Emily simply hadn’t expected to enjoy her discipline so much.
The excitement, feeling it surging beneath the surface like an undercurrent and knowing that the moment they were alone, things could escalate beyond her wildest imagination. Emily never really knew what to expect with Chace. His passion was volatile, yet with a sane and safe element she could always trust in.
Even when he was pushing her with her face against the wall, kicking her feet wide apart and shoving his hand between her quivering ass cheeks to cup her soaked sex, Emily never felt any real danger – just hot, rough, and kinky temptation.
Last night, there had been no telling where he would take it. She’d pushed him too far already. The function had been important; many of his associates and family would be there. He’d made her understand he’d wished her to appear with him and Emily had never really given an outright confirmation of her attendance. Chace knew how much she hated those things, yet still he expected her to dress up and be chirpy about accompanying him. He’d simply assumed she’d play along like she always did.
Much as Emily felt eager to please when it came to Chace, she couldn’t help that part of her that wanted to play bratty. Why did it have to be his way all the time? Some days he made her feel perfect and secure. Other times, a nagging sense of unworthiness crept in and Emily hated that part. She hated the voices in her head telling her she was only going to pull him down.
