Mr. & Mrs. Wright
A BWWM Romance
Camilla Stevens
Contents
About the Author
Author’s Note
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Epilogue
You’re Invited
Bonus Chapter
About the Author
Camilla Stevens is a New York transplant from Los Angeles. By day she is a humble librarian. At night you can find her typing away, usually with a glass of wine, getting all the steamy, humorous, Happily Ever After stories out of her head and down on the page. You can usually find tulips, her favorite flower, making an appearance in most of her novels.
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Author’s Note
This is the SECOND BOOK in a 2-BOOK serial. It can still be read as a stand-alone, complete with a Happy Ending, but should be read with Book 1, Mr. Wright & Mr. Wrong to fully understand the dynamics of each couple. If you haven’t read it, you can find it on Amazon, and still read for free with Kindle Unlimited: goo.gl/Sni5QT
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OTHER BOOKS BY CAMILLA STEVENS
One Night: A BWWM Romance
Mr. Wright & Mr. Wrong
Chapter One
She knocked on room 1247 of the Roosevelt Hotel.
To any observer, she looked like a professional woman, perhaps in New York on a business trip returning to her hotel room after a day of meetings.
The shoes were plain and black, the heel just high and thin enough to make one wonder if they were technically work appropriate. The black pencil skirt, reaching demurely to the knees pushed the look to the safe side. The white blouse would have nudged it a bit further if not for the fact that the top button had been, almost innocently, left unbuttoned. Nothing as gauche as a lacy slip of bra or too much cleavage was on display. In fact, it seemed almost harmless, as though having the top button done up would have made her seem too much like a schoolmarm. All the same, taking in the outfit as a whole, one might be left wondering exactly what kind of business meeting she’d been at.
It was perfect.
After a moment the door was answered by a very tall and very handsome man with thick dark hair. The two most attractive qualities about him were the dark blue eyes that seemed to enjoy twinkling with amusement and the tiny dent on his nose which, oddly enough, made him seem even more adorable.
He was wearing a dress shirt that showed off an impressive upper body and a tie that he had loosened a bit. His slacks and dress shoes that he’d obviously worn to work today were still on. She saw a matching jacket draped over the chair by the window.
“Michael Wright?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said, grinning as his eyes roamed over her body.
“You requested a black female, professionally dressed?” she said in a slightly softer voice. No need to alert the neighbors on his floor what he was up to tonight.
“Wow,” he said, lifting his eyebrows in appreciation. “You’re even better than I expected.”
She smiled. She was new to this, but had learned to accept compliments gracefully. “Well, I’m happy you approve,” she said, walking in as he opened the door wider for her.
“I’ve never really done this before but I did put the money on the nightstand,” he said pointing in that direction.
She looked over at it and raised an eyebrow. There were ten $100 bills fanned out on the nightstand. She turned to him with a smile. “For someone who’s new to this, you sure seem to know what you’re doing.”
“Well, I believe in doing things right. I’ve heard that the money should come first.”
“I can appreciate a man who pays attention to detail.”
“And I have to say, that I appreciate a woman who goes above and beyond expectations,” he responded, coming in closer to her.
She smiled up at him. He was so damn handsome!
“This is a nice hotel,” she said, looking around at the interior of the room.
“It holds sentimental value,” he said, coming even closer. “I first made love to the woman of my dreams in this very room.”
“The woman of your dreams, hmm?” she mused. “Does she know this?”
“I would like to think so.” he said.
“Yet here you are with me,” she pointed out.
He came closer. “Here I am with you,” he agreed, pressing his body into hers. “Sometimes it’s nice to try something new every so often. Though, you do kind of remind me of her.”
“Well, you have me for the hour,” she said. “We can sit and talk about her...or we can get down to what you hired me for.”
“Hmm,” he wondered aloud. “If I paid you an extra $1000 could we do both?”
She laughed. “It’s your money and your time, darling. Use me however you want.”
She yelped when he grabbed her, picked her up and threw her on the bed. His tall frame leaned in to hover over her as he grabbed her hands and held them forcefully above her head onto the bed.
“Michael!” she screamed, laughing underneath him as she struggled against his overpowering strength. “This isn’t how it’s supposed to go!”
“What?” he laughed above her. “Did you not just say I could use you however I want?”
London Jefferson laughed even louder as he let go of her hands and brought his arms around her body, nuzzling his face into her neck as he pressed his much larger body into hers.
“You know, if I was a real prostitute, I’d be hightailing it out of here right now,” she said, trying to sound officious but unable to control her laughter as his 5 o’clock shadow tickled her neck.
“If you were a real prostitute, you’d be getting a heck of a lot more than $1000 an hour,” he growled into the spot behind her ear where he knew she was most sensitive.
“Really?” she hummed, moaning as his nose stroked the skin underneath her lobe, which drove her crazy. “Speaking of which, the money was a nice touch.”
He grinned as she slapped his chest. “We don’t have to go quite that far. I have a better idea,” she said. “I have a feeling tonight is going to be especially dirty, so let’s just give the maid a happy little surprise tomorrow.”
He nodded in agreement. “Challenge accepted.”
She laughed as he fell down to nuzzle her again, his hands grasping and grabbing.
“I went to all this trouble to dress nicely” she protested mildly, “and here you are wrinkling it up.”
He stared down at her with those dark blue twinkling eyes as he grinned. “Well, there’s only one solution to that,” he said.
With that he lifted himself off her and slid down to the edge of the bed. Once he was kneeling on the floor, he grabbed one of her ankles and tugged her body toward him.
She was more than happy to let him, especially when she saw the eager look on his face letting her know exactly what was coming. If she really had been a prostitute, she would have been a damn lucky one.
As it was, she was just a very lucky girlfriend, with a boyfriend who was sliding his strong hands up her smooth thighs. She felt his fingers hook into the edges of her lace panties and she lifted her ass to accommodate him. At the same time her skirt rode up past her hips, giving him easier access.
Michael pulled the strip of lace off her legs, making sure to keep her high heels on, just the way he preferred it. Never mind that they would soon be digging into his back with uncontrollable pleasure on her part. She had a sneaking suspicion he liked that too.
“Mmm, I can already smell how wet you are,” he growled between her thighs.
She opened wider for him.
Michael’s hands slid up the skin of her inner thighs, stroking them while he gradually opened her legs wider. He started with one kiss on the inside of her knee.
London sighed into the bed, her body relaxing under his expert hands and mouth. She stared happily at the ceiling as she felt his lips, and the occasional stroke of his tongue, graze her thighs, working his way teasingly up toward where she was already slick with anticipation.
This was their thing. The hotel. The witty banter. The hot sex. There would be a long sensuous shower or bath afterwards where they’d explore each other’s bodies even more. Then they’d order room service as they actually took time out to talk to one another about their day. Then they’d fall asleep as a perfect pair of spoons.
It had only been three months, but it never got old.
“Michael,” she moaned as the first touch of his lips feathered over the perfectly waxed, puffy outer lips that were hiding the whirlpool of desire she felt.
“Mmm-mmm,” he murmured against the tender softness. His lips pecked their way down until they found an opening.
The first plunge of his tongue caused her to arch her back and grab handfuls of the bed covering. Michael’s tongue swirled around, lapping up the explosion of wetness he was creating.
London’s hand came down, burying itself in the thick waves of his dark hair. His tongue exited and slid up through the crevice of her lips, seeking, searching.
“Michael!” she screamed, when it found the buried treasure, already swollen and exposed. Her hand instinctively clenched, simultaneously pulling and pushing him into her.
Like a puppet on a string, her body spasmed with applause as his tongue tap danced its way around the tiny stage it had discovered. Then his lips came down like a curtain circling the entire area and the tap became a fervent foxtrot, moving so rapidly that her body couldn’t keep up. Orgasm after orgasm rippled through her.
“Michael, please!” she screamed to the ceiling, wanting him to stop…and then again, never stop.
He offered no relief. Instead, his fingers came up to open her even wider before gliding into the void that his tongue had left in the center of her. Michael expertly found the spot that more than one part of his body had learned to hone in on. With a simple curve of the two fingers inside of her, he sent a tidal wave crashing through her core while his tongue shot lightning bolts through her body.
“Oh fuck yes! Yes, yes, YES!” she yelled so loudly that any concern she’d earlier had about the neighbors had long since left the station.
It was only when he felt the hands in his hair slacken with exhaustion that Michael came up for air.
London looked down between her legs to see the self-satisfied look on his face.
“I think it’s me who should be paying you,” she smiled.
He laughed as he brought himself up from the kneeling position.
“I can think of another way you can repay me,” he said, raising an eyebrow.
London smiled and sat up from the bed. “I’m more than happy to oblige,” she said with a wicked grin as she went for his belt.
“Mmm,” he said, grinning down at her. “I like where your mind is going, but I had something else in mind.”
London raised an eyebrow inquisitively.
Michael bent forward, forcing her to lean back on her hands. His head came forward close enough to kiss her as he leaned further and further in, eventually pushing her back onto the bed.
“I want to fuck you crazy,” he said in between kisses.
London chuckled under his mouth as he fell on top of her.
“I think we need to get out of these clothes first,” she mumbled against his lips as his broad, heavy body pressed into hers.
Michael looked down between them.
“As you wish,” he said with a devilish grin.
They ripped each other’s clothes off.
Chapter Two
“Start spreadin’ the news. He’s leavin’ today…”
Alex Wright sat on the edge of the bed with a lovestruck grin on his face. He watched as Brooklyn Jefferson made a show of kick-stepping her way toward him wearing nothing but a skimpy gray halter dress. Her long brown legs flew into the air, giving him the perfect opportunity to notice that the dress was the only thing she had on.
Actually, it wasn’t so much a dress as a flimsy piece of fabric that gathered in drapes at her neckline, revealing an enticing amount of cleavage, and ending a little too high for public decency. Fortunately they were both in the loft apartment he rented while he stayed in New York City.
She had bought one of those silly tourist’s Statue of Liberty crowns to go along with it, piling her head full of natural curls up into a wild ponytail on top. He had to admire the commitment to authenticity with the conical torch she had created out of cardboard and gray paint.
As she ad-libbed her way over to him to the tune of New York, New York he waited anxiously. It was his last night in New York before he headed off to Los Angeles for a few weeks. In what was quickly becoming a tradition he could fully get behind, Brooklyn was making damn sure he didn’t forget the best part about this city while he focused on his occupation that took him from one city in the world to another.
…New York, New York!” she belted, swiveling her hips in front of him teasingly as she finished her song.
Alex responded by grabbing her ass and pulling her forward so that he could burry his face into her pelvis. Brooklyn laughed as she hit him lightly on the shoulder with her makeshift torch.
He paid her back by lifting her and bringing her around to the bed, throwing her down with another chorus of laughter on her part. The movement caused what little there was to cover her lower body to shift up just enough to see the second surprise she had in store for him.
“What the heck is this?” he laughed, looking down between her legs.
Brooklyn looked down at her pubic area. “A little something else to remember me by,” she smiled.
Alex laughed. “Well, I definitel
y won’t be forgetting this,” he said. His fingers ran over the completely waxed area where an, obviously temporary, tattoo of the iconic I ♥NY logo had been strategically placed.
“I thought we should somewhat match. But hell if I was going to put ‘Hello Gentlemen’ right above my hoo-ha,” she laughed.
“That’s because there’s only one gentleman you belong to,” he growled into her neck, causing her to laugh again.
“Gentleman?” she asked skeptically.
He pulled himself up and looked away thoughtfully. “Well, you have a point there. In fact,” he said reaching around to the bedside table, “I have my own going away present.”
Brooklyn gasped when she saw what he was holding. “Why Alex, you naughty boy,” she purred.
“Let’s find out how naughty I can be,” he suggested.
“Let’s,” she agreed.
They opened to page one of the Kuma Sutra.
* * *
“Got it?” she asked.
He nodded.
“Okay, now go in.”
He grunted. “I can’t.”
“You can’t?”
“Physics, babe.”
“What if I—”
“No!” Alex yelped. “Are you trying to break it off, woman?”
“Okay…on to the next?” she laughed.
“Yes, before I turn into a eunuch.”
* * *
“Oh Brooklyn, I’m gonna come,” he growled urgently.
“What?!” she exclaimed. “We just started. Don’t you dare!”
“Then you need to get off now,” he urged. “Now!”
“Baseball,” she said scrambling to get off him.
“Not working.”
“Your father.”
“Dammit, Brooklyn! Are you trying to give me a permanent limp dick?”
* * *
“No.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Never.”
“Let’s forget we even saw that one.”
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