by Alexa Riley
I look at her beautiful face. She’s got her eyes closed, a goofy grin on her lips, and she looks utterly spent.
I kiss her lips gently and then move my face to her neck, wanting to snuggle into her and sleep.
“I love you, Flynn,” I hear her say, and it makes my heart nearly burst in two. “We’ll figure everything out. We’ve got a lifetime to plan. I’m just happy I’ve found you.
Squeezing her tighter, I pull my face from her neck and look into her gorgeous green eyes.
“I love you, too, baby.” I feel her thumb wipe away some wetness on my cheek, and I just lean down, burying my face in her neck again. “I’m so happy,” I whisper against her skin.
She wraps her arms and legs around me, both of us clinging to one another. This is crazy-fast and out of nowhere, but life is all about living in the love. And I intend on doing that with Cali by my side.
Or under me.
Or on top of me.
Epilogue
Flynn
4 years later…
I stand in the kitchen making lunch when Cali comes in. She laughs as she waddles into the room. She’s nine months pregnant. Her belly is so big, but she looks even more beautiful when she’s pregnant. She glows with happiness and pride as she rubs her tummy and snags a Goldfish Cracker from the plate.
“You’re going to steal your daughter’s snacks?” I tease, going over to her and wrapping my arms around her.
“Sadie is a little thief. She ate all the ones I had for a snack earlier.”
I press my face to her neck and kiss the soft skin there, breathing in her scent. Our little red-headed almost-five-year-old is sneaky like her mom.
“I wonder where she gets that from,” I say, nibbling on her earlobe.
“She’s just like you.”
I bite her ear, making Cali giggle as Sadie walks into the kitchen.
“Eww. You guys are kissing again,” she says and moves between us.
I reach down and pick her up, placing a kiss on her cheek. “There. Feel better?”
“Yes. Now it’s time for you both to come to my tea party. Bring the food, Daddy.”
With that, Sadie is out of my arms and headed back to the playroom where she’s setting up our tea.
I put my hands on Cali’s belly and rub her there, feeling our son kicking.
“He’s going to be a feisty one,” I say, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Just like his father.” She gives me a sweet smile and leans into my touch. “I think we need to take a nap today when Sadie does.”
“Oh, really? Is this one of those naps where we don’t sleep? Because I like those naps.”
“Maybe,” Cali says, turning to walk from the kitchen.
I reach out, grabbing her hips and pulling her lush ass back against my growing erection.
“Maybe?” I say, kissing the spot below her ear. She loves it when I kiss her there. I run my tongue along there, and she shivers against me.
“Definitely.” The word is breathy, and I smile against her neck.
“I like this dress. Is it yours?” I ask, running my hands up and down her sides.
Cali not only took over Curved Intimates and made it a success, she expanded the brand into a clothing line, complete with full-figure maternity clothes.
“It is. And you should see the new maternity lingerie I have on underneath. I’m very pleased with the new line.”
“Mommy!” Sadie yells, and we laugh at how demanding she is.
I give Cali one final kiss and go grab the tray of food. “I’m playing tea party for exactly one hour, and then I get you all to myself. Deal?”
“Deal.”
As we walk to the playroom, I can’t help but growl as I stare at Cali’s ass and think about all the teeth marks I’m going to leave on it in just a short while.
Epilogue
Cali
10 years later…
“Please, Flynn, I can’t take anymore,” I beg as Flynn continues to eat at my pussy. He’s been at it for what feels like hours. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve cum. He drinks down every orgasm as he tries to get another.
I look down at him between my thighs, that hungry look still on his face.
“I’m sorry, honey, but you know Ryan is gay, happily married, with three freaking kids.” I don’t know why I’m trying to get through to him. I should just take my pussy-eating punishment and let it be, but I might die if I cum one more time. Is that possible? Probably not, or it would have happened already, seeing as I’ve been his for over ten years.
“No one sees you like this anymore. Only me.” He prowls up my body, and in one thrust is fully seated inside me as if proving his point. My hips rise to meet him, welcoming him home. “This is mine, only mine.” He growls the words as he starts to move. His thrusts are hard but slow. Making me feel every stroke inside my pussy. Him claiming it. Every inch.
I’d asked Ryan to come over and help me set up the bedroom to look like the Curved Intimates set the day I met my Flynn. I wanted to reenact the photoshoot, only this time he could do all those things he’d wanted to do to me that day. But first I thought it would be cute to do a few sexy pictures for my husband.
It’s hard to get a man who has everything a good ten-year anniversary gift, and I thought this would do the trick. I was wrong. It didn’t matter that Ryan is gay and happily married. Flynn was still pissed, having grabbed a laughing Ryan by his shirt collar and shoved him out the front door.
“You’ve done it now. You know how I am with you.” He buries his face in my neck as he continues to rut inside me.
If there’s one thing that hasn’t changed, it’s Flynn’s driving need to have me. That has never cooled. In fact, I sometimes think it has grown stronger.
“Say it,” he grunts with his next hard thrust, making the headboard hit the wall.
“I’m yours. I only belong to you. I’ll never leave you.”
His body jerks, and I feel him cum deep inside me. His cum coats the walls of my pussy.
He licks my throat, all the way up to my ear.
“You better hope the kids don’t call wanting to come home from camp because you’re staying tied to this bed where you’ll be screaming that over and over again all weekend.”
I have a feeling I’ll be screaming that for a lot longer than this weekend. More like forever.
The End
The Virgin Duet
A gorgeous, obsessive, billionaire alpha.
A curvy, sassy bombshell from the wrong side of the tracks.
Both virgins...
When Becs and Bray make an arrangement, they have no idea what it will lead to - sexual desires and lust that cannot be contained.
Will Bray let chaos rule his perfect world?
Will Becs let love into her cold heart?
Will Kindles ignite from the sexual heat? There's only one way to find out...
Warning: Flaming Kindles may cause serious injuries. Please read responsibly.
Chapter 1
Becs
Rage bubbles inside me as I look at the imposing double doors of his office. They reach all the way to the high ceiling, and look like you’d have to use all your weight to push them open. On the other side is an arrogant asshole. If you push the doors open he is probably sitting behind a giant desk, or maybe on a throne like a king. I guess he’s king of this building. Mr. Vanilla, as I like to call him just to piss him off, owns the place. I work in the coffee shop downstairs in the building’s lobby. Well, I did until about fifteen minutes ago. I know he’s the reason for my quick termination today, and I’m here to give him a piece of my mind.
No way am I going back to the shelter. The coffee shop job barely afforded me enough money for the pay-by-the-week motel my older brother and I are staying at. We've been there for the past few months, but anything beat staying at the shelter. One week without a job, and it will force us back there. That’s not something I can handle.
“Is that asshole boss
of yours in there?” I snap at the woman sitting at the desk in front of the double doors.
Jerking her head up, she looks at me in shock, but her face quickly turns to disgust. Of course he has a perfect-looking assistant sitting outside his office. Sun-streaked blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun, crystal-blue eyes with thin black-framed glasses, and a low-cut top. Very low cut. She looks like she could do the whole sexy librarian turned seductress thing at any moment. Maybe that’s what she does.
I can tell from the scrunch of her nose she finds me repulsive. I’m her polar opposite in every way. We might both have blonde hair but it clearly ends there. My blonde is a brighter shade than hers, but mine is also streaked with pink and purple. The dye makes my eyes appear more purple than they really are. I can see her long legs under the desk, and shoes that probably cost what I make in three months. If she stands up, I’m sure she’ll tower over my five three height. My black military-style lace-up boots give me no extra help in that department. She’s thin and I can tell she puts time into maintaining herself. Total opposites.
“I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” she squeaks at me in a voice that sounds like nails on a chalkboard. She reaches for her desk phone, I’m sure to call security, because I am after all half naked. I’m dressed only in a bra, black pants and my boots. No way was I letting that dipshit downstairs take fifty dollars out of my last check for my uniform, and I have no plans of ever seeing his face again. He had the balls, after firing me, to suggest I drop to my knees and he’d pay for other services if I needed the money so bad. When I started to unbutton my top the little fucker thought he was getting what he wanted. All he got was my shirt and apron thrown at him. Well, and a black eye. I can still feel the sting on my knuckles from the punch. Oh, yeah, his eye is going to be a nice black and purple come morning. Growing up in foster care, I learned how to throw a mean punch.
Seeing that my time has now become limited, I walk past her and push open both doors.
“Cindy I told you—” his words cut off when he looks up and sees me. Jaw clenching, nose flaring as he takes in my attire, or lack thereof. Today, like every day, he’s wearing a three-piece suit, which is the same grey as his eyes. He’s always so neatly put together. Even his stupid handsome face is all straight, perfect lines. Every time he came into the coffee shop I wanted to mess him up. I always want to run my fingers through his hair and give him that freshly fucked look. I thought about rubbing my lips across his neck, leaving a smudge of my lip gloss there so he didn’t look so perfect. The first time he came in, he gave me a half smile and ordered a plain black coffee. No cream or sugar. Not even a flavor. Seems that’s how he likes everything. Every day he would come in and get his coffee and engage me in a little bit of conversation. I looked forward to seeing him. He was different than the other suits. Most either treated me like I could be a quick fuck for them, or gave me a look of distaste.
Then one day he came in with a woman. I had my back to him, but I could hear them talking. Taking a quick glance over my shoulder, I could see the woman with him was beautiful. She was elegant in a way I can never imagine being. She said to him, “She looks out of place. I’m shocked they let her work here looking like that.” His only response was “I’m sure she would clean up nice if she actually tried.” It had been a long time since I’d been hurt by someone’s words and it pissed me off. So, that day, the games began. Gone were my sweet smiles and my excitement at seeing him. I know I look different. I like my pink and purple hair, my loud nail polish, and lip gloss. It’s me. I stopped trying to fit into other people’s molds when I left the foster system. I didn’t have to pretend to be anyone but me.
I tried to make his life hell whenever he came into the shop after that. Maybe if I was a big enough bitch he would stop coming. I am pissed that I let myself believe that he liked me.
Glancing around his office, it’s all so cold—glass and chrome. It makes goosebumps break out on my exposed skin. Everything in his office is perfectly in its place, just like him. I keep looking around, not wanting to meet his eyes yet.
“Well, Bray, I didn’t know you hired entertainment for the meeting,” says the man sitting across from Mr. Vanilla aka Bray. He never gave me his first name, but I kind of like it. Only after he pissed me off, and I started calling him Mr. Vanilla, did he tell me who he was. They’d poked fun at the way I looked, and I know it was childish of me, but I wanted to do the same to him. So when he asked me why I called him that, I told him “Because you couldn’t be more plain and boring if you tried.” That’s when he informed me he was Mr. Spencer. When I didn’t respond, he added, “Mr. Spencer as in Spencer Holding, the man who owns this whole goddamn building.” This still got nothing more from me than an eye roll. Like I gave a shit.
I look over at the other man, and he looks just as put together as Bray. That guy seems more laid back, with a smile playing at his lips. He’s attractive, but not as handsome as Bray. I’m starting to think no one is.
“I can be some entertainment for the right price, if that’s what you’re looking for. It turns out I’m in the market for a new job,” I say, shooting Mr. Vanilla a hard look before turning back to the other man and winking.
“Is that right? I’d be more than willing to help out a woman in need,” he says as he adjusts himself. I’m not a promiscuous girl. In fact, I’m a virgin. But I know how to use my body to get what I want. A little flirting can go a long way to getting things when you need them. I’m not holding on to my virginity, I just never had a reason or desire to give it up. I don’t think I ever felt attraction until I met Bray. Then he reminded me he’s just like the rest.
Glancing back over at Bray, I can see his mouth has fallen open in shock. When his eyes lock with mine his anger shines through. That’s a first. This might be the most emotion I’ve ever seen from him. I want to push it. I want him as mad as I am. He comes into my job and gets me fired. Well, I’ll come into his office and cause havoc. Maybe even mess up a business deal.
As I make my way towards the other man, I run my finger along one of the shelves that line the wall. One by one I start pushing things off the shelf with a soft shove. The trinkets hit the marble floor, their crashes ringing out in the room. Things break but I don’t skip a beat.
A loud female gasp behind me lets me know that Cindy is back.
“Security is on their way, Mr. Spencer,” she squeaks in that same voice as before. How he deals with that every day is a wonder. He doesn’t acknowledge her, he just keeps staring at me while I continue my assault on his shelves. When I reach the end, I turn and make my way over to the other man, stopping when I’m standing between his legs.
I make my intentions known by raising my eyebrows and looking down at him in his seat. When he pats his lap I straddle him.
“Want a taste?” I ask huskily. “You know, before you buy it.”
I glance back over at Bray who is now white-knuckling his glass desk. He looks to be gripping it so hard it could actually shatter under his grasp. Turning back to the guy I’m sitting on, I lean in to kiss him. I feel his breath hit my lips, but before he makes contact, I’m in the air. I feel myself fly off his lap and land behind Bray, who now faces his friend. I can tell he’s enraged without having to see his face. His fists are clenched at his sides and I can see him taking long hard breaths as if he just ran a marathon.
“Out, Smith,” he growls.
“It’s like that?” Smith asks.
“Yeah, it’s like that. I’ve known you a long time, and I really don’t want to come to blows with you.”
“I know. That’s what so intriguing about this. You’re jealous over a woman?”
Did he just say jealous? Yeah, right. So jealous he got me fired from my job so he didn’t have to see my face anymore.
“All right, I’ll see you at the charity event next month. You’re bringing Chelsea with you, right?”
I hate the shot of jealousy that pierces me when I hear he has a date with another
woman.
“Probably. I always do. I’ll see you then.”
I hear Smith exit the room but can’t see him with Bray blocking my view. Scooting out from behind him, I move to get away from him a little bit. A jolt of desire fizzed through my body when he grabbed me. I didn’t think he wanted me, but now I’m not so sure. Is he pissed that I’m causing chaos in his office? Or is he pissed I straddled his friend?
“She’s the one, right there. Get her. Call the cops. I’m sure Mr. Spencer wants her arrested. Look what she did to his office!” Cindy cries out like she can’t fathom what has just happened.
Two hulking men make their way towards me and I stumble back, almost slipping over one of the ornaments I knocked off the shelf. That would have been some insta-karma right there.
“Do. Not. Touch. Her,” Bray growls again. Now that I think about it, everything he’s said since I came into his office has been a growl—so different from his normally calm, self-controlled voice.
Both guards halt in their tracks. For once, I’m actually thankful for Bray’s presence. I don’t want two giant men manhandling me.
“Yeah, Hulk One and Hulk Two. Touch me and you won’t be able to piss for a fucking week,” I taunt.
“Cindy, I don’t recall asking you to call security.” Bray says in his usual controlled voice. He slips off his suit jacket and vest, and lays them over the back of one of the chairs. Then he starts unbuttoning his shirt. What the fuck?
“Sir, she barged in here and destroyed your office,” she trills.
“God, how do you listen to that voice every day? Are you a masochist or something? She must give grade-A head,” I wonder, while looking down to make sure my boobs haven’t popped out of my bra. Thank God I wore my nice one today.
