King of Wall Street: a sexy, standalone, contemporary romance

by Louise Bay

  He plunged into me, this time giving me no time to recover before pulling out and then pushing back in. He groaned through a clenched jaw.

  I do that to you, was all I could think.

  This man, who looked like Gucci made suits just because he existed, groaned because of me.

  This man, whose beautiful green eyes told everyone who met him he was the boss, was fucking me.

  This man, who ruled Wall Street, the power behind the performance of leading investment banks in Manhattan, was having to concentrate so he didn’t come too quickly because of me.

  I brought the King of Wall Street to his knees.

  “Jesus, Harper.”

  I pushed against his chest and shifted so he stopped. We were both going to come within seconds if we stayed like that. I moved under him.

  “What? That was perfect,” he said.

  “Too perfect,” I replied and flipped over onto my stomach. Seeing him so undone would push me over the edge too soon.

  He slid his hands under my thighs and pulled me toward him and straight onto his dick. My back arched as pleasure shot through my legs and ricocheted left and right then up my body. I pushed myself up onto my hands, trying to participate in some way, but I couldn’t.

  I clenched as he ran the heel of his hand up my spine then clasped my shoulder. “So tight. So good,” he groaned.

  In seconds I was right on the edge, the change of position having done nothing to dampen my desire for him, to ward off my orgasm. His touch made sure everything was just as intense.

  “Max,” I cried out.

  He thrust in, harder this time. “Again,” he choked out.

  “Max. Please. God. Max.” I couldn’t hold it off any longer.

  As I spiraled down from my climax, Max bellowed out my name and collapsed on top of me, his front to my back, then rolled to the side, pulling me with him.

  Chapter Twelve

  Max

  I came out of the bathroom to find Harper hadn’t moved a muscle. I couldn’t blame her; we’d spent most of the night fucking and I was exhausted.

  “From what I saw today, your father still has quite the hold on you.”

  Harper pulled the sheet up over her face. “Really? You’re standing there with your dick out looking at me while I still have your come between my legs, and we’re going to talk about my father?”

  “You don’t have my come between your legs. I just threw out the condom.”

  She popped out from under the sheet to scowl at me. “I meant it figuratively.”

  She was so completely breathtaking when she was mad with me, and I quickly forgot what we were talking about. “You look beautiful.” I crawled onto the mattress. I wanted to pull her into me, but she swiped me on the arm and headed to the bathroom.

  “You don’t take any money from him, do you?” I called after her. Her apartment, her clothes. She wasn’t taking any handouts from what I could see. I liked that about her. She was independent. Unable to be bought.

  “Why do you ask?” She appeared in the bathroom doorway, one hand on the frame, totally unconcerned by her nakedness. I really liked that about her. I liked the way her hips flared, emphasizing her small waist. Liked the way her tits jutted out as if they wanted to join in the conversation. My dick hardened.

  “Max?” she prompted, and I pulled my gaze back up to meet hers. “You’re a pervert.”

  “You’re naked. What am I going to do other than look at you?”

  “I don’t know, answer me?”

  Even her sarcasm got me hard.

  She pulled her hair back as if she were going to tie it up, which lifted up her breasts and lengthened her stomach. “Get the fuck over here before I start jerking myself off.”

  She released her hair and stepped toward the bed. I grabbed her, pulling her down and against me, wrapping my legs around hers, clasping her to my chest. I couldn’t get close enough to quench my thirst for her.

  “You’re right. I don’t take money from him. I started to take some money when I went to college. I figured he owed me that. But it didn’t feel right. I didn’t know that man.”

  I pulled her closer. They seemed like strangers at lunch; he was asking her the most basic questions any father should already have known the answer to. There was no affection on Harper’s side. He was the man I’d never wanted to be for Amanda.

  “Did he and your mother divorce?” I asked.

  “No.” She exhaled sharply. “He didn’t have the decency to marry her in the first place.”

  Oh. “Pandora and I didn’t marry,” I replied.

  “Yeah, you said. Did you not want to marry her?” she asked. After seeing her with her father today, I wondered if she’d wanted to ask me that question for a while.

  I tucked one arm behind my head. “Neither of us wanted to get married.”

  “But you wanted Amanda. I mean you stayed in contact with her.”

  My thumb skirted over her hip. “Sure. Pandora and I talked about getting married, and I can’t say I know why we didn’t go through with it. We were both about to go off to college and maybe we knew we’d be compounding one mistake with another.” It had been the right decision. “Not that Amanda was a mistake. Just the pregnancy wasn’t planned. Clearly.” Harper glanced up at me and I smiled at her. “Pandora and I were good friends, and just before graduation one thing led to another … It was never meant to be anything more than a good-bye.” I sighed. “It bound us together forever.”

  Harper pressed her lips against my chest. “She never wanted to get married, not even after Amanda was born?”

  I kissed the top of her forehead. “I don’t think so. She met Jason when Amanda was about a year old.”

  “Did that bother you?” she asked.

  “No, not at all.” It genuinely never had. I liked Jason. He was good to Pandora and my daughter. “I think her parents were worried, but I always wanted Pandora to be happy. We’d been friends a long time. And it didn’t stop me from wanting to be the best dad I could be.”

  Harper didn’t respond but I could tell she had more to say. I was content to stay wrapped around her in silence.

  Eventually she sighed and said, “I agreed to come shopping because I assumed Amanda would be miserable going shopping with you. I assumed you took as much interest in Amanda as my father did in me.”

  I pulled back slightly to look at her. “Really?” I said. “She loves shopping. Doesn’t mind who she’s with but I like to take her. I think since Pandora left, she misses…” I almost said her mother but I didn’t want Harper to misunderstand what I was saying. “You know, the girl thing. And Scarlett is dating like a dozen men and Violet is—”

  “Violet?” she asked.

  “My other sister,” I explained. “And both grandmas want Amanda to stay a little girl for as long as possible. So, we have mutual aims and objectives there.” I pulled her close and she pressed her cheek against my chest. “She loved having you there. Didn’t stop going on about you when we got home—it certainly raised some eyebrows.”

  “It did?” she asked. “What kind of eyebrows?”

  “The busybody kind. I guess because we work together and live in the same building. I think my sisters believed …” What had they thought? That we were dating?

  “Is Violet younger than you?” she asked and I was grateful she had gone in a different direction.

  “Yes, and a complete pain in the ass. Always interfering in everyone’s business. She’s a meddler.” I chuckled as I realized it might be a genetic thing. “She’s a lot like Amanda in that way.” Amanda dressed her constant whining about wanting a baby sister as self-interest but I was pretty sure she wanted me happy. “They have a lot in common.”

  “Sounds like you have your hands full. Even without King & Associates.”

  I sighed. “They occupy two different spaces in my brain.”

  “Maybe,” she said. She wiggled her body against mine, and I rolled us over until she was on her back and I was loo
king down at her.

  “You’re the exception,” I said. “You seem to have taken up residence in both spaces.” I brushed my nose against hers and pulled back to look at her. “I realized it in the cab today. I liked that we could just be together, near each other. No talking, no touching.”

  She nodded very slightly.

  “This is new to me,” I said. I wasn’t sure what this was. If I was just having a personal relationship with someone I worked with, or having sex with someone I knew more about than just their last name. Or was it the fact that whenever I saw her, whenever I thought about her, whenever I touched her, I wanted more. It was all new.

  I dipped my head to kiss her nose as she wrapped her legs around me, pulling me close until my cock pushed against her.

  I’d fucked a lot of attractive women with nice, firm asses; long, lean legs; and huge tits. Harper was attractive, gorgeous even, but with her, the stuff that made me hard, that had me moaning, was more than just the physical. I liked the way the silences were comfortable, the way she could make me laugh, the way she seemed to open up as I drove into her.

  “You want some of this?” I asked, rocking against her. She grinned and I shook my head. “Insatiable,” I said as I lowered myself onto my forearms and licked along her collarbone. She threaded her hands through the back of my hair, setting goosebumps off across my skin. I took her breasts in my hands, grazed her nipples with my tongue and then again with my teeth. She arched against me as my nips became careless and harder. My dick throbbed at her reaction, but it wouldn’t find relief any time soon. Winding up her lust got me hard, her desire towing me along.

  “I want to see you in those shoes I bought you,” I said, my voice hoarse. Her naked in those shoes had been an image front and center of my thoughts since I made the purchase.

  She grinned up at me and ducked under my arm, heading across to her closet. I shifted to my back, waiting for her. She stepped out into the door frame, her hands above her, bracing on either side of the wood, one high shoe stroking up the side of long, tan leg. I couldn’t stop the groan that ripped out of my chest. I reached for her but instead she turned around, swaying her hips one way and then another. “How do they look from the back?” she asked. I didn’t know where to focus—her thick, soft hair sweeping down her back, down to her small waist, or her high, tight ass as it jutted out to get my attention, or between her thighs where I knew it was so soft and wet. The shoes magnified every inch of her perfect body.

  “Get over here and let me show you what I think about you in those shoes.”

  She took small steps toward the bed, her perfectly neat pussy mesmerizing me as she got closer. Fuck, I couldn’t get enough.

  She grasped her breasts, kneading them together as she approached the bed. I rose onto my knees to meet her, wanting the space between us to disappear. Reaching between her thighs with one hand, I grabbed her ass and pulled her onto my fingers. “You are perfect,” I whispered. She gave me a small smile and her head tipped back as my fingers drove deeper.

  Blood rushed to my dick and I wanted it in my fist, in her pussy, but I didn’t want to let go of her. She stumbled slightly, which made it worse, she was so affected by just my fingers she couldn’t stand. “I want you on your back, your feet in the air,” I said and pulled her onto the bed.

  I kissed my way down to her belly button. She shifted, getting more and more restless, twisting and squirming beneath me. I moved farther down and gripped her thighs, pushing them open, her heels high in the air either side of me.

  She cried out when I blew across her sex. Her sounds urged me on. I spread the lips of her sex, exposing her clitoris. She tensed. I wasn’t sure if it was in anticipation or embarrassment. I leaned forward and circled the bundle of nerves with my tongue. Her breaths came louder and deeper as I suckled before licking down to her entrance.

  Like nothing I’d ever tasted before. Like springtime—warm, fresh, and inviting. I couldn’t get enough as I delved into her, lapping up the wetness that hadn’t already coated my chin.

  I could stay like this, my face buried in her, for the rest of my days. I reached for my rock-hard cock, which was desperate to taste the sweetness coating my tongue. I dragged my fist up and forced myself to let go; I wasn’t ready to come yet. As soon as I pushed into her I’d be lost—my body would crash through every urge I had to please her in an effort to get to my orgasm.

  I elbowed her thighs open wider still, my tongue connecting with her clitoris as my thumbs delved into her, pulling at her entrance, twisting then circling back. Her body began to shudder and I heard the whisper of my name on her lips. I wanted it louder. I increased the pressure of my tongue and her hands flew into my hair as she called, “Max, my God, Max.”

  Her orgasm spread through her like an electricity bolt, her pussy contracting, pushing against my thumbs. I removed my hands and slid my tongue back to soothe her, feeling her pulse just below the surface of her skin.

  I glanced up at her, her arms overhead as her back began to lower back into the mattress. It was the first time I’d ever had the urge to film a woman before. I’d never need to date again if I had a recording of Harper coming on my tongue like that.

  God, she was perfect when she was undone.

  I moved to her side as she opened her eyes and smiled at me. “You’re good at that,” she said.

  “What am I supposed to say?” I chuckled.

  “Learn how to accept a compliment,” she replied as she pushed herself up then straddled me. “Just say ‘thank you’.”

  I shook my head, my hands going to her hips. Her wetness coated my cock as she shifted back and forward.

  I groaned, her heat seeping into my veins. I wasn’t going to last long. Desperate, I reached for the nightstand. I fumbled with the drawer, had to stretch to reach inside. The wood dug into my wrist and I scrambled for a condom.

  Grinning, she took the square packet before I had a chance to argue and rolled the condom on, tantalizingly slowly, both of us staring at my jutting cock in her hands.

  “It’s not been long, but do you remember how good it feels?” she asked as she squeezed the base of me. “How tight I am?”

  I groaned, needing her to remind me.

  She lifted herself up and positioned the tip at her opening. “How you slide in so deep?”

  “Fuck, Harper. Are you trying to kill me?”

  She scooped up her hair, then let it tumble back down, smoothing her hands over her breasts as she twisted her hips and took me a little deeper. “You remember how you fit so good? You’re almost too big.” She took me in a little more. “Almost.” A little more. “I always think it’s going to be painful, but no.” She placed her hands on my torso, steadying herself, which squeezed her tits together, pushing them nearer me. Her head snapped back and I almost came right there. “It feels too good to be painful,” she continued, twisting her hips, teasing me, knowing I wanted to be in deep. “Do you remember how good it feels?”

  I gripped her hips, trying to do anything I could to prevent myself from jabbing my cock so deep she’d never walk again.

  She let herself sink all the way down, her eyes widening with every movement, then stilled. “I never remember,” she whispered. “I always forget just how good it feels.”

  Patience deserting me, I growled and sat up, spinning her onto her back and pushing back into her. “I’m going to make sure you never forget again.”

  I wanted to fuck her forever.

  *

  After spending the night with Harper, I had taken longer than usual to get through everything I needed to do, so I got a later train.

  “I’m home,” I shouted. I could hear the television from the family room. Usually I came back to Connecticut in the week to find Marion clearing up the kitchen, but her car wasn’t in the drive. Was she here alone? “Amanda,” I shouted. I supposed she didn’t need to be babysat anymore but I didn’t like the idea of her being alone, waiting for me to come back.

  “In her
e,” she yelled over the noise of music and shouting. I took off my jacket and put it on the back of one of the barstools and dropped my cell on the counter. A nice glass of Pinot Noir was what I needed. It had been a tough week. I placed a glass on the counter and pulled out a bottle from the wine fridge.

  “Can I have one of those?” Scarlett asked from behind me.

  “Hey.” I grabbed another glass. “What are you doing here?”

  She slid onto the middle barstool. “I didn’t want to be on my own tonight. Can I stay over?”

  I nodded. She clearly wanted to talk. I poured the wine into her glass as she held the stem.

  “I’m thinking of moving into the city,” she said, tilting her head as she watched her glass fill up. “Sometimes it feels like Connecticut is where I should be in ten years rather than now. Does that make sense?” she asked.

  “It’s good to change things up, I guess. You’ve never lived in Manhattan. What would you do about work?” She worked at an investment bank just outside Westhaven.

  She shrugged.

  Fuck, I hoped she wasn’t going to ask me for a job.

  “I thought I’d apply for a transfer. There’s a treasury position in Manhattan at the moment. It’s a level up, but I have the experience.”

  I nodded, relieved we weren’t about to have a difficult conversation. My phone vibrated on the counter with a message, Harper’s name flashing up on the screen. I watched as Scarlett saw the message, then met my gaze.

  She didn’t say anything, so I grabbed my phone and opened the message. Manhattan’s no fun when the King’s not in residence.

  I grinned and glanced up at Scarlett, whose eyebrows were so high they nearly disappeared into her hairline. “Anything you care to share?”

  I swallowed my smile and picked up my glass. “Just work.” I took a sip.

  “Yeah, that looked like work.”

  Thoughts of trying to keep my feelings for Harper professional had long since disappeared. Harper had been clear she didn’t want to be seen as the girl fucking the boss, and I didn’t want to muddy waters between professional and personal any more than I already had. In the office we’d agreed to just avoid each other. Easily done as the morning meetings about JD Stanley were the only times we really saw each other. Some distance in the office was a good thing.