by Marian Tee
“Derek!” But this time, her voice sounded more like a moan filled with desire. She shuddered at the sound of Derek unzipping himself and when she felt the head of his engorged cock rub against her bare pussy, all thoughts of protesting flew out of her mind.
She wrapped her arms and legs around Derek just as he slammed into her, causing the door to shake alarmingly behind her.
“Table,” she gasped.
His mouth locked on hers even as he carried her to the table, his cock burning hot inside her pussy. He laid her on the table, her legs dangling over the edge. She barely had time to breathe before Derek was pulling out and then shoving his cock back into her, fucking her hard, fast, and deep.
His thrusts drove her wild, and she found herself wildly looking for something to clutch. Her hand hit some of the control buttons, and she dimly heard something click, but by then it was too late. She was already lost, and the only thing she could do was chant Derek’s name as he pounded into her again and again.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” he groaned.
“H-harder.”
He did as she asked, and she screamed. “Y-yes. L-like t-that…” She moaned. “Oh God, so hard.” Knowing how much he liked to hear her talk while having sex, she closed her eyes and made herself forget all about her inhibitions. “So hard, Derek. You’re so hard. I don’t think I’ll ever find someone with a cock like yours.”
Derek groaned against her ear, his balls tightening at Jaike’s words.
“You’re my Dom, the only Dom I ever want…aaah!” A scream escaped her as Derek took in one silk-covered nipple into his mouth even as his hips jerked wildly against hers, his body slamming into her again and again.
Raking her nails across his back, she said throatily, “I love the way you fuck me. You make me feel so good…I love the way you pound into my pussy…you pound it like…” She stopped, unable to think of anything else to say.
Over her body, Derek stilled. He released her nipple and looked at Jaike. His smile was strained, revealing the effort it cost him to stop his thrusts. But his voice was wicked as he asked, “Pound it like…what?” Before she could answer, he reached down for her clitoris and began to flick it with his thumb.
Her mind went blank. “You…ah…” Oh my God, the way he was pinching her clit pushed her to the edge, and she knew she was about to come any moment now.
He started thrusting in and out of her again. “Pound it like what, baby?”
She blurted out, “Pound it like a judge?”
He burst into laughter. “A judge?” He had expected her to say ‘hammer’, which was normal, but trust Jaike to think something strange—
And then it became clear to him, why Jaike the law school student had thought he pounded it like a judge. Apparently, his cock was hard as a gavel.
He kissed her hard. “I love you, Jaike. Always.” He laughed and groaned as he said the words before he started fucking her hard, shoving his cock as deep as possible into her wet and quivering pussy.
“Love you.” It was all she could gasp before she came, her fingers digging deep into his shoulders as her body arched and her inner muscles clutching his cock like a velvety fist with every streak of come that pulsed out of her.
The first instance he felt Jaike’s warm release had him groaning, and the second had him losing control, his thrusts becoming frenzied as he fucked her hard. Derek roared her name as he came, his fingers gripping her buttocks tightly as he erupted inside her, filling her pussy with his seed until she was dripping with it.
Jaike was still trying to catch her breath under Derek when she heard a knock on the door.
Clearing her throat, she called out shakily, “Yes?”
“Umm, Jaike?” It was Marcy.
“Err…coming out in a sec,” she lied.
Behind the door, Marcy choked. “Take your time.”
Jaike frowned at Derek in confusion, but Derek only shrugged. He had the look of a well-satisfied man about him, and Jaike knew when he was in this mood, there was no point even trying to talk sensibly with him. All he wanted to do during moments like this was—
She arched her neck with a sigh as Derek nuzzled her skin. “Love you,” he murmured.
“Love you,” she whispered back.
“Jaike?”
“Y-yeah?” Her voice came out strangled, with Derek nuzzling his way down her breasts.
“I just want you to know that…”
“That?” She bit back a whimper as Derek started sucking on her nipple.
“You accidentally switched on the intercom.”
Jaike froze.
Derek’s head lifted from her breast.
“Noooooooo—”
Derek burst into laughter.
“And, umm, it’s still on right now.”
“Oh my Goooooooood—”
“And…” Marcy paused. “Pound it like a judge, really?”
****
More than a thousand miles away, Christien di Luca slowly parked his car at the driveway of a well-kept Tudor mansion. It was a place he visited several times a year, with almost everyone back home assuming he was paying his respects to his old relatives.
That, however, was only partially correct.
He knocked on the door.
A second later, it flew open. “Christien!” A young woman with curly blonde hair and twinkling brown eyes beamed at him just before launching herself at him.
Laughing, he caught her and pressed a kiss on her forehead.
Pulling away from him, the girl said breathlessly, “I missed you so much.”
He tapped her nose affectionately. “I missed you, too, little rabbit.”
She tugged him inside. “Come in and let’s get you warm.” As they walked down the hallway and into the living room, she called out, “Grandpa, my fiancé is here!”
The End
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It’s the story of Derek’s cousin Leandro Christopoulos, a Greek-American ex-bike racer who’s in need of a fake girlfriend. When he sees curvy, snarky and Young Philanthropist of the Year awardee Roberta Bobby Granger naked, he knows he’s found his perfect match – and he doesn’t care if he has to lie and tell Bobby he’s in love with her as long as he gets what he wants.
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“Excuse me.” The guy on her table taking her seat was tall – enough for him to be almost the same height as she was even while seated. Maybe the fact would have been intimidating to others, but not her.
When he still didn’t turn around, she cleared her throat and said more loudly, “Excuse me!”
He turned slowly, his move screaming of reluctance, and it made Bobby grit her teeth. The glass of soya milk on her tray slid a little to the left. Drat. “That’s my seat, mister,” Bobby said as she adjusted her hold on the tray. “So if you could please—” Bobby looked up and forgot the rest of what she had to say.
Bobby blinked.
Twice.
Thrice.
Beautiful was her first thought.
Was it truly possible for anyone to be this beautiful? It didn’t seem fair. Midnight black hair and olive skin that spoke of a Mediterranean heritage as well as stormy blue eyes fringed with long dark lashes that she wo
uld personally kill for. He wore a simple white shirt and a rugged-looking pair of jeans, and he had what looked like a griffin tattoo wrapped around his arm.
When she didn’t say anything, he turned his back on her.
Beautiful…and rude!
Bobby’s temper snapped. “Excuse me,” she said again, this time between clenched teeth. Her arms were beginning to ache at the weight of the tray as well, making her even more annoyed.
What the hell was her problem? The sound of the pissed-off voice had Leandro Christopoulos closing his eyes. This girl seemed to be more insistent than most. Or maybe it was because he was in America and people weren’t yet familiar with his moods. Back home, girls had known by his reputation that Leandro didn’t care to have his privacy interrupted unless he had given the signal for them to approach him. Otherwise, he was left alone – like he should be now.
“EXCUSE ME.”
The words and how the girl was practically hissing at him had Leandro incredulous. He turned around again and demanded curtly, “What do you want?” He just wanted this over with.
He looked at her more closely this time. Auburn hair that had him almost snorting. Typical. Flashing green eyes and an oval face that was flushed with anger. His gaze traveled down. Oversized buttoned-up blouse – boyfriend shirt was how his younger sister described it, if he remembered correctly – paired with regular jeans and flats.
She told him frostily, “You’re in my seat.”
He made a show of looking around and even checking the back of his chair. “I don’t see anything here that has your name on it.”
Bobby gasped, unable to believe someone so beautiful could be such an ass! But she should have expected it, she thought, teeth gnashing. Beautiful people were always like this. She really should have known better.
Juggling her tray because her arms were killing her already, “I left my book on the table so that people would know I reserved it.”
Following her gaze, Leandro saw that she had indeed left a book on the table – something he had failed to notice because he had been too distracted with his thoughts. Leandro rarely found himself in the wrong, and the fact that he was now didn’t sit well with him at all.
He said brusquely, “You may sit down on the other chair then.” He waved towards the vacant chair opposite him like a king bestowing a favor on a slave.
May? She may sit down? Who the hell did he think he was? Fed up completely now, Bobby slammed the tray down on the table. “Are you dense? I was here first so I have the right to kick you out of the chair.”
Leandro answered by slowly looking at the girl up and down. She was – what? Two inches over five feet? He was more than a foot taller than she was and probably double her weight. He said dismissively, “You can try.”
Why, the—
Without hesitation, Bobby kicked him in the shin. Hard.
The sudden pain on his shin almost had Leandro cursing. His gaze snapped back to the girl, incredulity and rage lining his voice as he growled, “What was that for?”
“You have to ask?” she snapped back. He suddenly shot to his feet and Bobby almost took a step back. He really was tall. And lethal. There was an air of danger about him that she was only beginning to realize and the words I take it back hovered on her lips.
If this guy went berserk and Hulk-smashed everything in his sight, she was pretty sure she would be his first victim.
So say sorry, her conscience urged. You know you were rude first.
Bobby stubbornly pushed the thought away. Rude or not, she just couldn’t make herself say sorry. She was too proud to do it.
When the girl didn’t even say sorry and simply glared up at him mutinously, Leandro found himself experiencing a strong urge to pull her across his lap and put a stinging slap to her backside. Girls in his homeland were not like this. They knew their place, and it was to respect and serve the men in their life.
His gaze swiftly scanned their surroundings and saw that everyone inside the cafeteria was looking at them. He knew he had to leave the table. It galled him to admit that she had indeed “claimed” the table first, but Leandro knew it was true.
However, he did not intend to let her have the last word.
He gestured to the table. “It’s all yours.”
“It really is—”
Leandro stepped forward, held her by the nape, and closed his lips over hers.
She froze, shock rendering her immobile. When her lips instinctively parted in surprise, Leandro did not hesitate to deepen the kiss, his tongue moving in to brand her with his taste, making sure that she would never forget him and his kiss.
Leandro meant to seduce her, but what he didn’t count on was being seduced in return. Her mouth was a unique blend of sweet and spice, their sexual chemistry combustible in its explosive heat. This close, he was suddenly and explicitly aware of her softness, her womanly scent, and when his cock rose, balls aching with need, Leandro tore himself away abruptly.
Even as his body protested the sudden absence of contact, Leandro managed to look into the red-headed virago’s eyes with a cold glare. “I’m on to you, mégaira. All that noise was for me to notice you, wasn’t it?”
As the words sank in, she let out a loud gasp, and Leandro added silkily, “Next time, you only need to ask.”
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Marian Tee is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of steamy romantic comedies. She is Filipino-Chinese, has lived all her life in the Philippines, and is a frustrated mangaka. She is addicted to horror flicks, misses hip hop dancing, and loves all things Japanese.
Table of Contents
Meant to Be Yours
About Meant to Be Yours
Copyright
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Epilogue
Excerpt from Heart Racer
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