A Beautiful Kind of Hope (A Beautiful Kind of Series Book 1)

by Cathy Johns

  “What?”

  “You’re breathtakingly beautiful Hope.” I so want to believe that. I’ve spent a whole year stripping my clothes off, showing off my body to some crazy horny men and not a day since I started have I ever felt beautiful. I grew up telling myself that my body belongs to one man and not more than that. I stayed away from men, stayed away from relationships and my family came first before anything else.

  “Really?”

  “Haven’t you looked at yourself in the mirror lately?” he asks rubbing his thumb on his lips in a slow motion.

  “There’s nothing beautiful there to see if you ask me.” Part of it is true, the person I see in the mirror is a young woman who has been forced to cut her dreams short and support her family in the only way she knows how.

  “You. Are. Beautiful.” He says emphasizing every word as he pulls his chair so he’s close to me, his torso between my legs as he props his elbows on my thigh. “I wish you were able to see what I see when I look at you.”

  That has my heart pounding. “What do you see?” I can’t help but ask.

  “I see a beautiful soul, a selfless woman. A woman who’s determined to conquer the world even when it throws rocks at her. A woman who deserves all that life has to offer.” He says making me fight the tears that are threatening to come out. I raise my hand and my fingers rake his forearms, the white shirt he’s wearing hugs his body like it was specifically meant for him. Like a second skin. And the black silk tie around his neck gives me ideas that have my tummy flipping.

  This man looks confident. He knows what he’s doing and it’s not an everyday thing that being a billionaire comes knocking at a twenty-six-year-old door. It’s all about the hard work, sacrifice, knowing and doing what you love best. The six-two tall, dark, (dangerously sexy if you ask me) handsome bachelor. A man who can’t seem to keep his eyes from me when he can have any other woman in town.

  “Why me?” I ask. It’s not the first time I’m asking him this but I need to know (maybe understand why) he’s so persistent on my being his.

  Taylor doesn’t hesitate to answer when he says. “Because you’re a stubborn little thing and you’re full of life with enough energy to light up anything that you touch including me.” He brushes his thumb on my cheek. “You touched me from the word go Hope, and I’m not letting that pass me by so easily.”

  “But you can have anyone you want.”

  He chuckles then shakes his head. “The women out there want me for my money, not for who I am. They want what I’m able to give them but what I want, it can’t be bought by silver and gold, or even the money I have in my account, or the properties I own.” He looks sad when our gazes meet. Why would someone like him who happens to have all that life and money has to offer look sad?

  “What makes you think that I don’t want you for your money? Remember you’re the youngest billionaire in town.” I know I don’t want his money, hell, I’m not even sure I’m the right woman in his life. I have a lot of baggage on my shoulders and I’m not about to complicate his life with mine. Has he forgotten that I’ve been working as a stripper?

  “If you were like the other women which I’ve come to know that you’re not, you’d have accepted my help the second time I came to see you at the club but all you did was turn me down and decline my offer. You never wanted my help even when everything inside me was screaming at me to take you out of that place and that stubbornness you still have been showing, even now, when I want you to work for me.” he states. He’s so right, I still have my doubts and I should trust him just like he asked me but the stubborn me…

  “Just know you’re not like any other women out there and for the job…” he lets his words trail for a minute before he continues. “You won’t be working under me Hope or any other person, you’ll be working alongside me, we’ll make the decisions together regarding the children’s home and I’ll have people working under you.”

  That was the last thing I was expecting to hear from him. This sounds too good to be true. I want to agree with whatever he has said but I can’t, not at the moment. I’ll need to think about it, do my research since I’ve never done this before, visit other children’s homes and see what is lacking and can be made better when we take the children. And Kelly. God, I miss that little girl.

  “Can I at least think about it?”

  “Take all the time you need but don’t take long,” he swipes his tongue across his lips and glares at me. “You know how I get when I need something done.”

  I chuckle knowing he’s talking about that day he took off with me slung over his shoulder.

  “I sure will remember that” I scowl at him. “Now where is my lunch, Mr. Smith?” He growls at me making me laugh. God, I’ve never seen a man look so beautiful like the way Taylor looks, he’s all yummy I think I can take my time feasting on him.

  “How about I have you for starters?”

  What? It’s like he can see through me. Bad idea for him to have me screaming out his name in his office. I shake my head.

  “Bad idea” I say.

  “It’s a fantastic idea having you as my starter or I could have you as my lunch.” He says, brushing his fingers between my thighs and a small moan escapes my mouth. I love his hands on my body and his fingers…they seem to know where to trace since I feel the heat spreading all over my body. Damn it, I don’t see myself getting out of this as he pushes his fingers higher up my thighs, parting them before brushing on my inside where my lacy black panties barely cover my pussy.

  He teases me there, brushing his finger on my clit through my panties before cupping one breast with his other hand and squeezing on my nipple gently.

  “Taylor…” I whisper his name.

  “How about you serve me that pussy and let me indulge myself in it like it’s the last meal I’m meant to have?” I hear the teasing on his husky voice.

  He’s been between my legs before and every time he gets there he turns me into this woman I no longer know. He makes sure I come a few times before setting me free, praising me, murmuring all sorts of things that he wants to do to me as his mouth on my clit becomes my undoing and right now at this moment, I can’t deny him that. I can’t even deny myself that either. Does he want to eat me like I’m the last meal? Fuck yeah, I’ll let him have me anyway he can.

  I feel his lips on my thighs, soft, sweet, teasing kisses as his stubble grazes my thighs and I shiver, I want him to push my panties aside and touch me where he sets me off like some firecracker but when I think he’s heading that direction, he withdrawals his hands and tugs on my dress, pulling me towards him, his head inches from mine as he swipes his tongue out and swipes it on my lips making me open up for him. He kisses me, long and deep, before taking my tongue in his mouth and sucking on it.

  Oh God, the man kisses like his mouth was purposely made for that. He kisses me to a point I can’t form any thought in my head and all common sense leaves my small mind as I whimper and moan, tugging on his tie and pulling him closer to me because I can’t stand the space between us.

  He nips on my lip before breaking the kiss and the look in his eyes doesn’t seem to be any different from mine. I don’t see lust there. I see something else, something I can’t put a finger on just like I can’t put a finger on whatever I’m feeling at this moment but what I do know is that I’ll be giving my body to him, today, now if it’s even possible. I’ll be surrendering myself to this beautiful man before me.

  I belong to him.

  The floral dress I’m wearing has buttons running from the top all the way down. I see Taylor wet his lips as if he can’t wait to get me out of the damn dress when I tug on the first button.

  “What do you want?” he asks, as he reaches behind me for something and I hear some music playing in the background. Ed Sheeran “Shape of you” fills the air. I was worried about my screaming but I can see he had all this planned out well.

  He lets his finger trail on a vein along my neck snapping me out of my thoughts
and I remember his question. Clearing my throat, I say. “For you to stop torturing me the way you’ve been doing.”

  “What did I do?” he asks even when he knows the answer.

  “Please” I beg and he nods in understanding.

  He rubs the same finger along my neck, pressing on one particular vein that I believe is exposed and my heart pounds more as I swallow hard and part my lips in anticipation of where his finger will land next. It lands on the hollow of my neck where I know he can see how hard my heart is beating.

  “All that pounding is for me?” he asks his eyes gazing into my eyes.

  “Yes” I whisper.

  He lets his finger linger there for a while his eyes closed as if taking in the heartbeat, securing it in a compartment of his mind like a memoir he wants to cherish forever, then he moves his fingers to the second button of my dress since I’ve already undone the first one and slowly unbuttons it. He does the same to the third and fourth till my cleavage is exposed before him and runs his finger between my breasts, then over the swells of my breasts. He continues unbuttoning until he reaches the last button that is on my thigh and pushes the material back, exposing my almost naked body to him. I have matching lacy black panties and bra and those are the only thing that cover my body when he pushes the rest of my dress off my shoulders and down my arms until it lies on top of his desk.

  “So beautiful.” those are the last words I get to hear before everything turns into one beautiful, amazing, and mind shattering moment.

  He reaches behind me and unlatches my bra tugging on the straps before tossing it behind him and I assume it has landed on his chair but who cares when his mouth is inches from my exposed nipples, his warm breath blowing on the hard peaks as my head falls back. I don’t know how he manages to turn me into this woman that brings down her walls in a second. I know he brought down my first wall that very first day at the club and since then, every single day I’ve spent with him, wall after wall comes tumbling down so hard that I no longer recognize myself when I’m with him.

  Taylor

  “Taylor” she whispers my name when I kiss between her thighs, biting and laying my mark on her sensitive skin.

  “Yes baby.” I murmur against her skin feeling her shudders.

  “Please” she begs. I know what she wants but not yet. I want to taste her one more time before I can give her what she wants. Her body is mine to please as she lays on top of my desk, her legs propped up, the soles of her feet on my thighs as I watch her soak in her wetness. Damn, I want my tongue licking all that moisture but not yet. I won’t be taking her on top of my office desk but I’ll sure as hell be making her scream my name on it.

  I stretch my hands on her stomach making my way up her body as my fingers tug on her nipples, rolling them before tugging gently as I pull myself up so I can pay attention to her nipples with my mouth.

  “Hope” I whisper her name and she opens her eyes, our gaze meeting and I love what I see in her beautiful dark brown eyes that are now aroused with so much desire. I trail my eyes all over her mocha, naked body. I can’t believe this, she’s here with me, her body is all mine to do as I please. Her hard, dark chocolate nipples call out to me to be sucked and tasted, her pussy glittering with her wetness.

  My main sweet course before I take her purity.

  My cock pushes against my zipper and for a moment I think it’ll rip off the front material of my pants. This teasing has to stop, I guess my dick has been patient enough with me, five years and it never bothered to find itself something to pound on and now, since Hope came my way, all I’ve been doing is wishing I can thrust between her legs but I’ve been patient, trying not to mess it up, letting her in so she can know the kind of man that I am and now I want to show her how much she means to me.

  I lean down towards her, her hard peaks poking on my chest through my shirt and press my mouth on her soft lips, tasting that sweet taste of her strawberry lip-gloss before deepening the kiss as our tongues massage each other, sucking and nipping on her lip before breaking the kiss and tugging on her earlobe and I dip my tongue in her ear, teasing her, making her squirm and dig her nails on my forearm.

  I trail my wet tongue along her neck, placing light kisses there, then her collarbone before dropping to her chest where I plant kisses between her breast before taking one hard peak in my mouth and sucking it hard making her arch her back and pushing the hard peak deeper in my mouth than it was before.

  Fuck.

  I need to make this last if I’m going to make this one unforgettable moment for the two of us, especially her.

  I take the other nipple and mirror the same before trailing kisses down her stomach, kissing her belly button before arriving at my destination where her intoxicating scent hits me hard making my already hard cock drip with cum.

  I flatten my tongue and lick her from the perineal to her clit, dragging her sweet nectar as I go along. I thought that first night it was something I could get out of my head but I can see now I’ll be making her pussy my next home for the rest of my life. Look at me, planning a future with a woman I’m not even sure would even want to have a future with me.

  I need her to be mine, all mine. She may be a tough one and all that but I want her, all of her. I will make sure that keeping her smiling is all I ever do. She’s been through a lot giving up her life so she can give her family the best that means a lot to me. It means she’s committed, her needs are not so important when it comes to her family and I would give anything to have her in my life and that’s why I want her working alongside me, making decisions with me.

  “Remind me again why you’re still a virgin?” I ask dipping my tongue in her opening. She whimpers when I blow on her pussy before dragging my tongue between her folds.

  “Because I haven’t come across a man that makes me feel the way you do.” She replies arching her back when I tease her opening with my finger as I swirl my tongue on her clit.

  “Are you ready Hope?” I ask once I release her clit from my mouth.

  I see her nodding her head.

  “Words Hope.” I groan.

  “Yes” she yells when I nip on her clit with my teeth.

  “Is that a yes?” I ask even when I know I heard her the first time.

  “Yes.” She assures me before I start my journey of taking her to the edge, where I know it won’t take me long since I can feel her inner muscle squeezing on my finger. So beautiful.

  “Taylor…” that’s all it takes before she screams my name so loud I know my staff have heard despite my sound proof door and the music playing in the background.

  Hope

  The heat is intense between us as he carries me to this other room in his office, I don’t take any notice of the interior since my mouth is busy kissing him, my eyes halfway hooded feeling every fiber of my body screaming out his name. I throw my head back and I feel his lips on my exposed neck, my fever rising with every touch of his lips, my breathing is one I can’t seem to identify as mine since I’m so aroused like a bull in heat and the un-womanly grunts that leave my mouth make me wonder how I became this person.

  I’m naked and my legs are wrapped around his waist, my pussy trying to find another release from his hard cock that is pressing hard on his pants and I can feel myself trembling with every step he takes since he rubs on that sweet spot that I already know is hard and sensitive.

  I unbutton his shirt I can’t tell when he got rid of his tie and undid his first two buttons as we move backwards towards his bed, his kisses tastes sweet, a combination of my arousal and himself, his tongue is soft and yielding and it feels like this is the first time I’m having a taste of him as I get lost in the kiss before he breaks it and gently lays me on the bed undoing the rest of his shirt buttons, slowly, one button at a time, prolonging the moment even when my brain is screaming for him to get done with it.

  I feel sexy, laying on his bed, even when it’s not the first time he’s seen me naked. Every time he has undressed me has felt like a
nother wall coming down. I’m not shy when it comes to Taylor, in fact, he makes me want to parade naked in his house but we all know how that would end up… with me screaming out his name with some intense orgasm wrecking me apart.

  The site before me is one to have imprinted at the safety of my mind to visit later. The light that peeks through the white sheer curtains in the room makes his skin glitter as his muscles flex with every movement he makes as I watch him undress at the foot of the bed; his light brown skin a delicious contrast to my slightly darker mocha. My hands caress my sweet places in anticipation as he swirls his tongue on his lips, wetting them and I know where I want those lips and as if reading my mind, he lifts my hips and parts my legs before brushing a finger between my folds and brings my clit to his mouth and sucks it in his mouth.

  I don’t know how many times one can come and still wish to come again. I swear Taylor will be the end of everything that is pure in me.

  I slide back on the bed as he prepares for his complete and relentless seduction, my neck is his first target. He kisses and sucks on that one particular spot that has me squirming beneath him, cradling in the gentle slope of my throat as he licks his way to my shoulder then my ear before nipping on my earlobe making me throw my head back as I moan, a signal to him, telling him that I love every second of his attention. His tongue at the back of my ear and around the outer shell is enough to make me shudder as Taylor gently sucks on the ticklish skin while his hands find my breasts and begin to massage them, kneading softly. My nipples ache from all the arousal as he trails his mouth lower and begins to suck and lick all over my breasts.