Covet (Beautiful Sinner Series Book 2)

by Elena M. Reyes

  We don’t move for a few minutes. To be honest, I don’t think either of us has any strength left in our bodies, but Casper still manages to not trip and sits with me astride his lap on the leather chair across the room.

  Across from a mirror. Where I can see the mess we are.

  And as he releases a chuckle, it hits me all at once just what we did and where.

  I’m going to hell for this.

  This is so wrong.

  “Quit overthinking things, Gem. Relax.”

  My eyes shift back to his warm green eyes and I forget my reproachful words. Instead, I go shy and feel the heat sweep across my cheeks. “Hi.”

  “Hello, love.”

  “I was sent here with a message from the groom.”

  “Which is?”

  “He’ll be back down after he sexes up my cousin.” No sooner has the last word passed through my lips than the sexy Brit beneath me is laughing. Hard and long. Unrestrained. Moreover, a minute later I follow.

  We are ridiculous and I love him all the more for it. I can’t help myself.

  Somewhere along the line without thinking, I gave him my heart and the jerk, unknowingly, won’t give it back. Now I just need to tell him this.

  It’s our turn to walk down, and my hand in his trembles. The entire church is looking at us, and I can’t help but fear that they know. That even after fixing what he got messy, they are judging.

  Hell, I’m judging myself for just how easy I am when it comes to the man.

  What is wrong with me? Why do I let him?

  “Relax, Gem. I got you.” His voice is soft and at once soothes my fragile nerves. He helps me breathe easier as we make it to the front where he drops me off with a kiss to the cheek that makes my face bloom.

  Aliana is looking at me, but I ignore her. Instead, I focus on the maid of honor and her man walking up to the front. Mariah and Javier are adorable in that I will cut you kind of way. They reach the front and after Javi lets her hand go, she hugs her cousin and pulls back, wiping under her eyes.

  They share a look—a silent conversation—before Mariah takes her place next to us, and then the music changes.

  Every person in the church stands as London comes into view. She’s beautiful. Absolutely breathtaking, and while Malcolm takes her hand in his at the end of the aisle and the priest begins his sermon, my eyes turn to Casper.

  He’s looking at me with a dirty little smile that makes my own lips quirk up. It’s like we’re having a private conversation, saying what we can’t with words.

  I’m sorry.

  I need you.

  I can’t be without you.

  The world around us continues, but we’re lost in each other’s eyes, listening as the vows are shared. The promises our loved ones make hit home for me, and as they say I do, I can’t stop myself from mouthing I love you.

  But what surprises me the most, what takes my breath away and centers me all in one breath, is his I love you back.

  30

  “COME WITH ME,” I whisper into her ear, watching as the two lovebirds leave. Everyone’s following them out; some wish them well while others keep to the time-honored tradition of throwing rice at the newlyweds.

  We’re neither of the two. Instead, we pull back and out of sight, slipping away from the group and back inside the hotel. Let them party—we have more important things to discuss.

  Like the three little words we said during their wedding.

  Gem places her hand in mine and gives my fingers a squeeze, not saying a word as I lead her through the open lobby where anyone could see us and right into the elevator that leads to the penthouse.

  Once inside, she stands beside me and watches the numbers go up as we ascend. Little does my girl know what awaits her once inside. What I’ve had planned since Malcolm told me the reception would be held for the guests inside the Peninsula’s largest ballroom.

  They wouldn’t stay to enjoy it, and as much as I care for the two, I want my girl. Alone. Unfiltered. Open to my plans.

  The elevator dings, announcing our arrival, and I let her exit first, guiding her with a hand low on her back toward the room’s door. This is the largest suite the hotel offers and has the most privacy. Especially for what I have planned.

  I give her the keycard. “Open the door, love.”

  “Okay.” It’s shaky and low and fuck, she smells amazing. Like cherry blossoms and sex; a little bit of her and me combined to create the most decadent scent. The card goes in and the light blinks green, a lock is disengaged, and when I push it open for her, she gasps, seeing my surprise for her from the very entrance and leading toward the outside terrace. “Casper? What did you...how? When did you have time to do all this?”

  There are rose petals along the floor, a sweet blush red that reminds me of her cheeks when I embarrass her with something inappropriate. Something that we both know she loves. Then, there’s the soft glow from the lit candles placed strategically along the room to show us the way.

  “I’ve known you were in the wedding party for a while, Gem.” Giving her hand a gentle pull, I bring her to my chest. Loving how she wraps her arms around my neck loosely, because even though those sexy heels help her in the height department, she’s still so much shorter than me. She always the perfect little doll to my much harsher planes. Soft to my hard. My other half. “For much longer than you think, and I began to plan that very night. I need you to know...show you...that I want this. That I want you.”

  “I know you do. That part was never in doubt.” Her eyes are bright and her smile so fucking sweet. “I’m just selfish and want you here all the time. That’s on me. I need to—”

  I silence her with a kiss. Taste her the way I wanted to earlier but couldn’t because of her makeup. Now, there’s no photographer or people to please. No friends or interruptions and I embed my fingers in her hair, tipping her head back to my liking.

  And I devour her. Kiss her with every bit of the hunger I live with day in and day out for her.

  Always her. Always burning.

  “I want to be with you, Aurora. Always.” Turning with her lips still on mine, I guide us slowly outside, one foot at a time and between her pleas for more and my wandering hands. I touch her everywhere I can and before she reaches the open balcony doors, I lower the zipper at the back of her dress, letting the silky black fabric fall to the floor at her feet.

  It pools there, and just like at the church, I place my hand beneath her arse and lift her up. One cheek in my hand, I squeeze the flesh and step over the threshold where the cool night air meets her overheated skin.

  It’s the perfect time of year here. Not too hot. Not too cold.

  And yet, my girl shivers in my hold. Goose bumps arise on her skin and it’s a motherfucking heady notion to know it’s solely because of me.

  “Is this going to become a regular occurrence? I can walk, you know.” She’s a cheeky little thing and it also earns her a quick smack to the arse, one that I soothe with the tip of my fingertips. Caressing. Massaging the sting away.

  “And if it is?” With her in my hold, I take us straight toward the private jacuzzi in the far corner of the terrace and the table beside it. There, I have an assortment of fruit, cheeses, melted chocolate, and a chilled bottle of champagne, a delicious spread that I’m going to enjoy either feeding her or licking from her skin. “Do you have a problem with that?”

  Placing her on her feet, I peck those bee-stung lips and then turn, picking up the bottle and pouring us each a glass. I’m also trying to calm myself, to not attack like I want to. Because dear God, this woman is a sinful delight wrapped in a pretty little bow just for me.

  When did she have time to change her lingerie?

  The color of her underwear—the indecent scrap of satin covering her pussy and tits—almost matches her skin tone. A light tan shade with a hint of rose. It’s soft and molds over her curves, showing me every little secret she hides, like the wet spot over her mound. The proof of her desire for me
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  “You like?” she asks, but I don’t need to turn around to know what she’s talking about.

  “How did you—”

  “A truth or a lie?”

  “Always the truth,” I grind out, bringing a hand to my cock and squeezing.

  “I carried an extra set in my small clutch just in case. I knew you’d be there today and…”

  Fuck, this girl. “So, you came prepared.”

  “Yes.” Aurora’s tone is a bit breathy, holds a sultry edge that brings a shiver down my spine. “And to answer your earlier question…No. No, I don’t.”

  “Good answer.” I turn then, because I just can’t hold back, and groan at the sight that greets me. That barely there silk is no longer on her skin. It’s on the floor, tossed without care, while the moonlight illuminates her soft skin. Aurora looks ethereal. Like a goddess.

  Like my favorite kind of sin.

  “You’re wearing entirely too many clothes, Casper. Aren’t you hot, baby?” she asks coyly, batting her lashes while twirling a long curl around her finger. The few pins that held one side back so that it all cascaded over the opposite shoulder are gone, and the loose strands now flow around her bare shoulders with the soft breeze.

  “Can I have that?” Aurora asks coyly, batting her lashes.

  “I’ll give you anything you want.” I hand over the flute, watching in silence as she brings it to her lips and takes a sip. She moans at the taste, and my cock throbs, pushing against the confines of my trousers. “I meant the words, Aurora…I do love you.”

  “I love you, too.” She takes another sip and hands it back to me. “Hold that for me.”

  “Okay.” And then Gem does the sexiest motherfucking thing in the world; she begins to undress me. I’d long taken off my jacket and bowtie—left them with Callum who was busy talking to Aliana downstairs—so she untucks my shirt and begins with the very last button.

  One by one, and at a torturous pace. Slowly. Her nimble fingers undo each one and then push the material off my shoulders, exposing my torso to her lips. Lips that begin to kiss every inch of exposed skin.

  She licks and nips. Traces the contour of my six-pack and then lower to the waist of my trousers. There, she dips her tongue beneath the edge, encountering the head of my throbbing cock.

  Another lick and she hums in the back of her throat. “No underwear?”

  “Don’t like them.” My voice is gruff, rough as I try to keep still and see where my naughty nymph is taking this. “Never have.”

  “Sexy.” She whimpers a second before dropping to her knees. Naked, beautiful, and trusting. Nimble fingers undo the button and then lower the zipper, giving the bulbous tip another lick before pushing the material down to the floor. “Even your cock is perfect.”

  “The only perfection here is you, Gem. My perfection.”

  “I love you.” Then her breath is on the head of my cock, fingers surrounding my girth in a tight grip. She pumps me once, twice, and on the third swipes her tongue over the slit at the top. “And you’re delicious.”

  I grip her chin and force her eyes to mine. “Open, baby. Take me in your mouth.”

  “No.” Shaking her head, she removes my fingers from her face and then comes back to my cock. Her lips are against my skin, breath kissing the tip. “I’m going to enjoy you at my pace.” Gem runs her tongue over the head, swirling before going lower where she lays a tiny kiss over my piercing. “Slowly.”

  “Be nice, baby girl,” I warn, body coiling tight as my need to take control begins to claw at me. “Just remember that I’ll return the favor tenfold. I’ll make you cry with desperation.”

  “When I’m done, do your worst,” is all she says a second before taking me in her mouth, sucking me in deep and then pulling back slowly. She does this three times, hollowing her cheeks each time and then adding pressure with her tongue on the underside.

  All the while her gorgeous hazel eyes are on mine, watching my reaction each time she takes me a little deeper, opens a little wider—how good she looks with her lips all shiny from my pre-come.

  This woman is my demise and rebirth. My everything.

  She feels so good, and yet I need more. To dominate her.

  “Son of a bitch,” I grunt, bringing a hand to the back of her head and pumping in and out a few times. Her fingernails are digging into my arse while a hum reverberates through my shaft. “Open wider, Gem. Let me fuck that pretty little mouth.”

  “Oh God.” It’s a moan and it causes a lick of heat to rush down my spine and settle on my heavy balls. “I want to taste you.”

  Wrapping a fistful of hair in my hand I pull, forcing her to arch prettily for me. Her breasts are perky and nipples hard. Her inner thighs shine with her wetness.

  Her lips are open and as I slide to the back of her throat, I moan. Motherfuck.

  Warm. Wet. Fuck.

  Gem whimpers around my length, the sound traveling through every nerve ending while she relaxes her throat and I slide in a little deeper. Slowly. She lets me fuck her mouth with measured strokes until her lips kiss the base and my eyes roll back.

  “So close,” I hiss, throwing my head back when she cups my balls. Squeezing them. “Where do you want my come, beautiful? Your tongue or tits?”

  She doesn’t hesitate to answer when I pull back, leaving just the tip over her lips. Lips she licks while those heavy-lidded eyes watch me. “Come in my mouth.”

  “Good girl. Now open wide and show me your tongue.” Doing as I say, she waits with a hungry expression. Showing me that she wants this. Me.

  I slide back inside and this time I’m not gentle. I use her, pumping my hips as my hand on her head pushes her forward, meeting my thrust. Her mouth is warm and her tongue eager, swirling around my length as she pulls me in deeper.

  Then those lips close around my girth and her cheeks hollow.

  Her teeth scrape over the piercing with the right amount of pressure to cause my eyes to roll back.

  But nothing...not a motherfucking thing compares to the lust in her eyes and the word come slipping from her lips.

  One word. Four letters.

  And I give in to her command.

  “Swallow,” I manage to grit out, hand tightening in her hair as the first rope of come coats her tongue. The second and third do the same, but on the fourth, I pull out and dribble down her chin and onto her chest. “Christ, Gem. Hot little mouth.”

  Aurora pulls back, a sassy smile on her lips as she licks them. “Yummy.”

  My knees are weak and body thrumming with the aftershocks of pleasure, but I still manage to scoop her up off that floor and bring her to my chest. “You’re amazing.”

  After what we’ve shared, you’d think she wouldn’t get shy, but Aurora does, and her cheeks pink up. “I’ve been wanting to do that for some time.”

  “Have you, now?” I chuckle, lips at her temple. “Because I will volunteer my cock every day for the rest of my life.”

  “Perv.”

  “Absolutely.” Taking us to the jacuzzi, I sit her on the edge, remove the rest of my clothes, and then get in. The water is hot, and the night air is a tiny bit cool—feels amazing—but it becomes pure perfection when I pull her to sit between my thighs. “Now, how about we talk for a bit. I have something I want to run by you.”

  “Good or bad news?”

  “It’s the best decision I’ve ever made.”

  31

  “YOU WOULD DO that for me?” I ask from my seat across from him in the jacuzzi a few hours later. Because a blow job led to his face between my thighs and then my body being bent over the large tub’s ledge. We can’t be trusted. Can’t help but attack. It’s the only way we can talk and be close without going at it like sex-starved animals. “Just like that? You want to step down as the head of the Jameson family, buy a house here or in Boston, and help me run my father’s organization?”

  “There’s more to it than that, love, but in a nutshell, yeah. Pretty accurate summary.”

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sp; “Why?”

  “Why?” Casper smiles at me and shrugs. “Why not.”

  “You need to give me more than that, Jameson. Why would you do this for—”

  “Because I love you. Because I want to build a life with you. Because running a criminal organization is not your dream, not where your heart lies, but it is what I know. We could do it together—grow it together—have it all, and you’d still be able to do what you love. It’s a lot of work, a huge learning curve for you, and I’ll help. Money isn’t an issue nor is where we live. All that matters is that I come home to you and you greet me with a kiss.”

  “I like that,” I say, but then scrunch up my nose. “I’m also scared of agreeing. He wants to hand it over in a year…I don’t have a clue what I’ll need to do or how I go about handing it over to you.”

  “I said together. We have time to figure it out.”

  “Thank you.”

  Because what he just laid out is everything I want and more than I can hope for. Especially after making up my mind regarding my father’s proposal.

  I’ll step in with the condition he leaves Lucas alone. He’s a child and I want him to enjoy that the way I never did. To just be happy and for Matteo to be there when he needs him.

  To show up at baseball games and practice because from my understanding, the kid is very good.

  To show up for school functions.

  To show up just because he wants to see his kid and decides to kidnap him for the afternoon to go and goof off.

  I want that for my brother. I honest to God do, and with Casper offering me the world at my feet, I can do this. I’ll have him to lean on. To take over because that would be the best scenario for me.

  “I know what I am offering, Gem. I also know that more than anything, you need me here.”

  “But what about your family?” I’m grasping at straws because what sounds too good to be true usually is. “Your responsibilities?” How the hell can he just pack up and go when my father married out of duty. The man always acts as if he had a gun to his head when he agreed to that sham of a marriage. “Don’t they need you to—”