by Amanda Scott
He nodded his head up and down. “Are you ready for the truth?”
She swallowed hard before answering. The truth was, she didn’t think she really was ready for the truth. If she was being totally honest, she wasn’t really ready for any of this.
“Hit me,” she said.
He smirked, and she knew right away from the way he was looking at her that he was about to say something that could possibly change her life forever.
“I expect you to help me right the bestselling series of all time,” he said.
She squinted her eyes and tilted her head ever so slightly to the side. “Excuse me?”
His eyes narrowed as he repeated himself. “I expect you to help me write the highest selling book ever published in the history of fiction.”
She rubbed the side of her ear in a desperate attempt to quell her own nervousness. “Me?”
“Yes, you Taylor. Taylor Ward, known to nobody, will soon become a household name.”
She cleared her throat. “Okayy. And how do you suppose that’s going to happen?”
Colton looked out the window of the barren room, then back at Taylor. “One word at a time.”
She shook her head somewhat frantically. Then he lifted up her chin with his finger, forcing her eyes to meet with his.
Taylor was convinced that he had lost his mind.
But her bucket of options had already tipped over and rolled out of sight the moment she lost her family, her job, and her apartment.
“I guess I have no choice,” she said meekly.
Something flickered in his gaze. She wondered if he still wanted her body, or if he had suddenly moved on from her in that way. How else could he have just pulled the plug on their foreplay like that?
Focus, Taylor.
There were bigger fish to fry right now. If Colton was serious about them writing together… if he wasn’t totally nuts, or just using her for some dark, twisted desire of his, then she better stand up straight and start paying real close attention.
Controversial or not, he was a one-man literary powerhouse.
“Okay, one word at a time it is. What do you want me to start with?” she asked innocently.
He burst into laughter as he ran his hands across his own rippled abs.
Taylor raised an eye. “I really wasn’t trying to be funny. I have no clue what I’m supposed to do.”
Colton pulled out the desk chair and gestured for her to sit. Without exchanging any words together, she immediately did as his hands suggested and sat down in the black office chair. The billionaire pushed her in closer so that she was positioned perfectly at the desk.
“Now close your eyes,” he said deeply.
“Another one of your blindfold maneuvers?” she asked.
He chuckled. “No, that would be too easy.” Then he placed both of his hands on the tops of her shoulders.
He was right- being seduced by him would have been much more preferable than going through whatever it was she was about to go through as he stood behind her.
“I want you to erase everything you’ve ever told yourself about your ability to write,” he said.
She shifted in her chair as she tried to process what he had just told her to do.
“Relax,” he said softly. “I need you to focus.”
“I’m trying my best.”
“You don’t need to try, you just need to let what’s inside of you come to the surface. Now do as I instructed.”
She closed her eyes even tighter as her painful past started to flood her brain. There was one moment in particular that she swore she’d never revisit for as long as she was alive- the moment all of her dreams, including becoming a writer, came crashing down.
This is exactly why I didn’t want to get involved with a man like Colton, she thought. The memory was almost unbearable for her to take.
No, I’m not going there, regardless of what he says or does.
Taylor stood up abruptly and faced Colton. “I can’t do this,” she said as she shook her head.
The handsome billionaire’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean? You’re giving up already?”
“No, it’s not that simple,” she said. “You don’t understand…” her voice trailed off as she pondered whether or not she should tell him about what had happened to her the day she turned seventeen.
“Actually, it’s very simple. You’re afraid.”
Taylor felt a rage that had been trapped inside of her for too damn long begin to boil over. “Screw you, Colton. You think you know everything about because me we hooked up a few times and you read a thousand words of my writing?”
Although he took a step back, she could tell from his body language that he wasn’t upset about the things she just said. In fact, she’d never seen his eyes and forehead and cheeks look so soft and so inviting before. His guard was down, and it caught her so far off guard that she wished she could take back the things she just unloaded on him.
“I guess I um…” she tried to apologize, but she just couldn’t get the words out.
“Hey,” he said quietly.
Taylor did everything she could to avoid making direct eye contact with him. She was simultaneously mortified and on the brink of tears.
“Please look at me Taylor,” he tried again.
Take a chance, she thought. For once in your goddamn life, take a chance.
She lifted her chin and their eyes immediately met. His beautiful, dark eyes looked like entire galaxies that she could get lost in forever.
His voice was firm but soothing. “I don’t know what your deal is. And you’re right, I don’t know much about you. But I believe you can do this, and I believe that deep down, beneath whatever it is that’s making you self-doubt yourself, you know you can do this too.”
Taylor used every ounce of strength she had left to fight back the tears from welling up. It was too late though, she had already gone too far into her past, to a place she wasn’t equipped to process anymore, and there was no way in hell she’d be able to stop the tears from coming at this point.
The first tear began to roll slowly down her cheek, then the second. By the time Colton had his arms around her, her eyes were gushing.
“It’s okay, I got you,” he said as he engulfed her in his arms.
Part of her hated the way he was making her feel right now- safe, warm, and cared for. Because she knew, or at least she thought she knew, that nothing this comforting can last forever.
The instant she lifted her head up their eyes met. He didn’t say a word this time; instead he held her tightly as the last tear made it’s way out.
The last tear for now.
Then she let out a deep sigh.
“You okay?” he asked.
Why is he being so good to me?
She shook her head slightly as she tried to rid her head of all the skepticism she felt towards him.
“I feel like an idiot,” she said.
His lips formed a tiny smile that Taylor found both adorable and sexy all at once. “I’m pretty sure you’re not an idiot,” he said.
“Gee, thanks a lot. I guess I’ll take whatever compliments I can from a guy like you,” she said.
He slid his hands down her back and rested them around her waist. “Are you saying I’m an asshole or something?” he asked.
She smiled back at him, pretending not to be too deeply affected by the way his hands were making her entire body come alive inside. “I’m pretty sure you’re not an asshole,” she teased.
He raised both of his brows in a playful manner. “Oh really? Pretty sure? What else are you pretty sure of?” Colton slid his hands down her hips and over her butt, sending an immediate charge of electricity to her panties.
Her voice became suddenly raspy as she spoke. “What are you doing?”
“What?” he said, playing dumb as though he didn’t realize the effect he was having on her.
“I thought we
weren’t going to touch anymore.”
Colton immediately removed his hands from her ass. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have done that,” he said.
Her heart sank as she watched him take a step away from her.
Colton rubbed his chin as he let his eyes slowly, slowly, slowly wander along the length of her entire half-naked body. “I should have done this,” he growled as he effortlessly swept her up and off the floor. The billionaire set her down on the top of the desk. The coolness from the desktop caused an outbreak of goose bumps to form along her bare legs.
“You are so hot it’s almost not fair,” he rasped.
Taylor’s cheeks flushed the color of a dozen roses. “Don’t lie to me,” she whispered back.
“Does this look like I’m lying to you?” he said as he dove his warm, salty tongue into her mouth.
She moaned as he pushed his hard, thick cock into her panties, causing every cell in her body to burst into flames.
She could feel herself slipping, completely losing all ability to protect herself from situations exactly like this.
Not that being with Colton Marcus could ever be compared to anything else in this world.
The billionaire author lifted her thin top up and over her panties, only this time he wasn’t about to put it back down.
“No matter how hard I try I just can’t seem to keep my hands to myself when I’m around you. What is it about you?” he said.
This time, Taylor wasn’t about to fool herself. As dangerous as it was, she was going to let him do whatever it was he wanted to do to her. Little did she know, Colton was only just beginning to touch the tip of the iceberg in terms of his plans for her body.
“Is that such a bad thing?” she responded, her voice barely audible through her heavy breath.
He lifted her silky nightwear top up and over her head and squeezed both of her nipples just hard enough to send her reeling. She couldn't help herself from moaning out loud. Her nipples were stiff, and Colton didn’t waste another second as he started to suck one of them hard and furiously. Her white knuckles clung to the front edges of the desk as though her life depended on it. “You taste too dam good Taylor,” he rasped.
She reached for the zipper on his pants. He looked down at her wanting hands and then back up to her. “Go ahead,” he permitted. “But don't expect me to stop myself if do.”
She paused for the briefest second, wondering if she was making a mistake so big this time that turning back would no longer be an option.
Here she was, going to that dreadful place in her mind; that same place she always went to whenever she got scared. But for whatever reason, in this exact moment, she felt as though nothing could stop her- not her past, and not even her future which was already ridiculously dicey as it was.
Whether it was right or wrong, this was going to happen. It was as though she no longer had any say in the matter- her body had its own plans now.
She slowly pulled down the zipper on his jeans. His cock was already so hard and so big that she had to work extra hard to work the zipper to where it needed to go. Then his erection popped out of his unzipped pants. Taylor’s eyes widened at the sight of it; it seemed thicker than before. If she was being honest, she’d never wanted something so bad in her life.
She reached her young, innocent hand out and grabbed his shaft. Colton grinned as slid her hand up and down his long, smooth cock.
Fuck, she thought. She was already so wet in her private spot that she was sure he would make her cum without laying a hand on her. She needn't worry about that happening though, because Colton Marcus had no intention of letting her get away that easy.
He stepped backwards and she had no choice but to release her grasp around his shaft. He stepped completely out of his jeans and stood directly in front of her.
My he was something to look at. She still couldn't comprehend what she did to deserve him in this way, but she wasn't about to test fate.
Not this time at least.
“Spread your legs for me.”
“Okay,” she said softly.
He flashed an evil grin. “Things certainly do run smoother when you follow my directions,” he said as he ran his large fingers along the insides of her smooth, creamy thighs. She gasped as the tips of his fingers first reached the frilly trim on her panties. But this was only the beginning as he began to rub her moist clit with his thumb.
She could hardly breathe as she clawed her nails into his back and moaned out to him, “Yes, Colton. Please…”
The billionaire slid her panties down and off her ankles. There she was, her legs spread completely wide open for a man that could shatter her life, or what was left of it, into pieces.
Shut up, Taylor. Shut up.
She wasn’t about to let her relentless monkey mind ruin this for her, not that it could if it tried.
Because Colton’s tongue began to pleasure her, down there, in ways that any woman alive would have killed for. Taylor Ward wasn’t the type to kill for anything, although she was starting to rethink her core personality traits.
Horrible words ran through her mind as he worked sheer ecstasy with his tongue. She had always been a relatively conservative girl, especially when it came to men. Right now, however, she wanted to scream every four-letter word she could think of at the top of her lungs.
“Holy shit. Oh shit…” she moaned as Colton licked and sucked her in all the right places.
She closed her eyes and collapsed her back onto the desk as her body started to quiver. Then it hit her like a tsunami- a torrent of pleasure that ripped through every inch of her body as she started to climax. She lost all sense of space and time as she came so hard she couldn’t stop herself from screaming out. “Oh Colton!”
Taylor laid there, panting heavily as she tried to recover from whatever just happened to her. Then he started to kiss her- first her leg, then her stomach… He traced her nipple with his tongue as reached around her backside and pulled her into him.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he growled. “Not even close.”
No worries, because Taylor wasn’t ready to be done either. Aside from the tiny, cautious voice that quietly echoed in her mind, she had all but forgotten about the consequences of her actions right now.
The worst part of it all was that she now wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.
The billionaire lifted her off the desk with total ease. “Turn around for me,” he hissed. She did exactly what he wanted her to do as she turned and faced the desk, exposing her backside to a man she had no business trusting in this way.
Was she about to make the same mistake that she made in her past, the one that nearly cost her everything?
No, don’t go there, she reminded herself.
“Give me your hands,” he ordered.
“Why?” she asked, as if she actually had the resolve to protest whatever he was about to do to her.
He pressed his thick cock in between her legs from behind. That was all she could tolerate; in fact, she couldn’t fathom another second without having him enter her from behind.
You have seriously lost your goddamn mind, she told herself.
“Do you really want me to tell you?” he said, pausing as he reached from behind, slid his hands up her stomach, and then grabbed both of her breasts. “Or do you want me to show you?”
His hard shaft tormented her from behind as it rubbed up against her opening without actually entering her.
She let out a deep exhale, “Show me.” Then she gave herself over to him completely as she reached around her own back and surrendered her wrists and hands to him.
Before she could change her mind, both of her wrists were securely knotted together with Colton’s red pocket square. Her hands were now bound together behind her back…
That’s when it hit her- she was utterly powerless. Even if she did want to make a getaway, she wouldn’t be able to anymore. Taylor had officially sacrific
ed her body, and maybe even a tiny fraction of her heart, to this man.
She felt so unbearably reckless; the bars that usually guarded her damaged heart had all but been removed.
She was naked.
She was vulnerable.
She was unleashed.
“Fuck me, Colton,” she cried out.
Oh my god, I’m losing it. She never even had thoughts like that before, let alone the audacity to actually say something like so totally uninhibited.
The billionaire drove his shaft in deep and hard, filling her opening completely with one massive thrust.
He felt so incredibly big inside of her, hitting every possible nerve in private region that needed to be hit.
They exchanged moans as he continued to ravage her body from behind. She knew it wouldn’t be long before her body would explode yet again from this man.
He went in even deeper and moved his cock back and forth at an increasing pace as his hard, rippled abs pinned both of her bound hands against her back. Then Colton began to rub her sweet spot with his finger as he slid his erection in and out of her opening as though she was his to do what he pleased with.
It was just about all she could take.
Again.
Then the billionaire groaned as he pulled his shaft out of her and sprayed the back of her leg with his warm, wet cum. The feel of his liquid sex running down her thigh was too much for her to handle as she moaned and clawed aimlessly with her bound fingers. Colton pulled down on her knotted hands causing her to scream out as ripple upon ripple of orgasmic pleasure overcame her entire body for the second time.
And when she was done, she simply collapsed onto the desk in front of her. No sooner had she just finished the ride of her life that her worries returned. She’d wondered what he would do or say next as reality set in immediately. More importantly, she wondered…
Did I just make the worst decision of my life?
She quickly threw the lingerie top back on as she heard the sounds of Colton zipping up his jeans. She was afraid to turn and face him. Somehow she had just had the most intense sexual experience she’d never imagined, and yet she was afraid to look him in the eye right now. She’d been burned so badly before; sure, it was a different time, and a different man, but still…
