by J. S. Scott
Expecting him to wrap her legs around him and take her against the wall, she was surprised when he growled, “Wall sex isn’t going to cut it. I need you under me. All mine.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her gently to the plush carpet.
The elevator compartment was enormous and private. They were the only ones who used it and it was incredibly clean. But Kara was so desperate she wouldn’t have given a crap if it wasn’t. She wanted, needed the same things as Simon did right now. “Yes.” She sighed as Simon pinned her wrists over her head, his ripped, solid, almost completely clothed body coming on top of her, trapping her beneath him. “Fuck me, Simon. Now.”
He’d only taken the time to release his rock-hard cock, and Kara could feel it probing at her folds, sliding sensually against her hyper-sensitive clit. Their eyes locked and held for an endless moment, communicating their mutual need without words.
“Mine,” he stated possessively before his mouth crashed down on hers.
He kissed her with a carnal force that left her breathless and squirming beneath him. When he released her mouth, she begged, “Please. I need you.”
“Tell me that you want me as much as I want you,” he ordered, his mouth buried in her neck, nipping her flesh, and then stroking his tongue along the sensitive skin.
Sweet baby Jesus. Kara was about to lose her mind, wanting nothing more than for Simon to take control of her body and claim her. His probing cock made her squirm beneath him, and lift her hips to try to get him inside her. “I need you more than you need me. Now fuck me.”
“Baby, you could never need me more than I need you,” he rumbled huskily into her ear. “Wrap those sexy long legs around me and hold on.”
She responded immediately, knowing her heels were digging into his ass, but she still urged him forward with her legs, tightening them around his waist.
Kara knew the moment Simon snapped completely. Positioning himself against the entrance of her channel, he buried himself to the balls inside her with one forceful thrust, releasing a low, carnal groan as he filled her.
She moaned in response, the merging of their bodies rough and elemental. “Yes. Yes. I need you so much.” She urged him on, knowing how much he loved to hear that she needed him, wanted him. And she loved being able to say the words to him, because they were true.
“You’ll come for me, again. I need to make you come,” he rasped.
She tried to pull her wrists free, wanting to touch him, but he held her immobile, completely at his mercy. He didn’t start slow, and she didn’t want him to. She’d waited too long to feel Simon raw and untamed again. Every stroke of his cock filled her, fulfilled her longing for him to remind her just how hot and wild their passion could burn.
She met his every entry into her sheath, raising her hips as he slammed into her over and over with a ferocity that had her thrashing her head in ecstasy. “Simon. Yes. Harder.” Greedily, she wanted everything he had.
“Come for me, baby. I won’t last long,” he warned her darkly, his chest heaving, his big body shuddering like he was fighting to hold back.
Kara lost herself to Simon the moment he covered her mouth with his, every sensation amplified. Her sensitive nipples abraded against the coarse fabric of his jacket, his tongue mimicked his cock with deep, fast thrusts into her mouth, and his cock pummeled her, his hips grinding against her pussy every time he buried himself inside her.
Her climax hit hard and explosively, rocking her body as her channel clenched around his cock, milking him to his own release.
“Fuck!” Simon bellowed loudly, his body shuddering as his hot release flooded her womb. Releasing her wrists, but remaining inside her, he rolled and held her body on top of his, both of them breathless and spent.
Still dazed, Kara smiled as she realized she finally felt like a woman again. Simon’s woman. She wished the transition back to herself hadn’t taken so long, that she and Simon had talked about this before. But maybe she hadn’t been ready. Maybe being a mommy had needed to come first before she could find her way back to being a woman again.
“I missed you,” she whispered. “I missed you so much.”
Simon stroked a hand over her back comfortingly. “I’ve always been here, baby. And I always will be.” He paused before adding, “I missed you, too. But Ginny needed you first. I just wish I could have been there for you more, helped more. I knew you were exhausted, and I felt so fucking helpless sometimes.” His voice was filled with remorse and frustration.
Kara’s mind flashed back to nighttime feedings, being up with Ginny when she was fussy with colic and teething, diaper changes, and all of the other responsibilities and worries of new parents. Maybe there were some things that Simon couldn’t do, but he’d always been there, right beside her. “You’re a very good daddy,” she told him gently.
“I love you more every day that we’re together, sweetheart. I don’t ever want you to forget that,” Simon’s words were a vow. “And you can always talk to me. I’m always ready and willing to show you exactly how beautiful you are to me.”
Kara sighed, knowing her insecurities and lack of feeling sexy were probably just part of the process of being a new mom. “I know. It wasn’t you. I guess it was just a part of being a new mother that I needed to go through. But we should have talked more instead of guessing about how the other was thinking. Thank you for helping me get my sexy back,” she told him with a smile.
“Baby, you never lost it in my eyes,” he answered, his tone protective and fierce. “But I’d be happy to help you keep finding it.”
Kara sighed, realizing that he’d been constant, his love and his desire always there. It had been she who had had doubts and insecurities. “I’m ready.” Her heart swelled with happiness. “Are we done with the condoms now?”
“Hell, yes. Having anything between us drove me fucking crazy. But I was so worried about you getting pregnant again that I used them for extra protection. It was my own paranoia, and I’m over it. You’re on birth control, and I’d rather be as close to you as I can possibly be. I’m ruined. I just reminded myself of how good you felt,” he said, disgruntled.
“I’d be happy to reinforce the reminder,” Kara teased.
“I’m taking you out for dinner first,” he demanded. “I want some time with my wife. And you’re going to eat. Your body is perfect.”
“I’m starving,” she admitted, her stomach grumbling. She knew her post-pregnancy body was far from perfect, but she had no doubt that Simon believed it was.
Simon rose and helped her to her feet. He tucked himself back into his pants, watching her as she slipped her dress over her head. “I guess I need to start buying you more lingerie,” he noted with a naughty grin, scooping up her ruined panties and bra and shoving them into his pocket.
“I do have an underwear problem. If we don’t go back upstairs, I’ll be sitting through dinner with no bra and no panties.” Kara smiled. It wasn’t the first time they’d had that dilemma.
Simon seemed to consider that problem for a moment before he finally slapped the buttons on the elevator to release it from the emergency stop to move upward again. “It’s a tempting idea, but I can’t stand the thought of any other man getting a look at what’s mine,” he told her possessively.
Leaning forward, she grasped his tie and pulled him close to her. “You can rip the new ones off later.”
His eyes flared with dark desire. “Count on it.”
Kara’s core clenched tightly. She could hardly wait.
“Simon, you have to stop buying Christmas gifts for me and Ginny. We still have three weeks until Christmas and all of the space under the tree is full,” Kara told her husband gently, taking a sip of her wine while she watched Simon demolish his tiramisu.
Dinner had been delicious, but she was stuffed full of pasta and rich cream sauce. While Simon ate his dessert, she carefull
y broached the subject of his habit of going way over the top when it came to gifts. Every single day, he brought home more presents for Ginny and her. At his current rate of adding to the collection under the tree, their enormous living room would be full to the ceiling by Christmas. It certainly wasn’t like he couldn’t afford it, but she’d tried unsuccessfully to make him realize that she and Ginny didn’t need any more gifts. Their greatest gift was Simon.
Simon shrugged. “I love you. I want to give you everything you need.”
A tremulous sigh left Kara’s mouth, and she looked at her husband adoringly. “We have everything we need. We have you. Ginny and I want for absolutely nothing already.” It wasn’t only on holidays that Simon gave. Kara had a collection of jewelry that could probably rival the Crown Jewels.
Simon had grown up with nothing, and he was trying to make sure the ones he loved never wanted for anything. Ginny was already growing up with a golden spoon in her mouth. Literally. Simon had bought his daughter a solid gold feeding spoon, for God’s sake. Kara didn’t want her daughter spoiled rotten. She and Simon had both grown up poor and knew the value of money. She wanted to spoil Ginny, but she also wanted her to understand the value of money.
“My wife and child deserve to be taken care of.” The words were obstinate.
Kara rolled her eyes with exasperation. He was so damn adorable when he was trying to defend his right to give them things. “We are taken care of. We’re both spoiled rotten.”
Simon nodded his head sharply as he dropped his fork and napkin on his empty dessert plate. “Good. That’s the way I like it.”
Damn. It’s so hard to argue with him. I never win.
“Your daughter is going to end up being a spoiled brat,” she warned him ominously, but she was biting back a smile.
His dark eyes met hers, and his words were adamant, “No, she won’t. She’s going to be as sweet as her mother. She’s your daughter, and she’ll grow up to be just like you.”
Oh, hell. How can I argue when he says things like that?
“Can you slow it down a little so we can get into the living room on Christmas morning?” Truthfully, she didn’t want to change Simon, she just wanted him to realize that they loved him and not the things he gave them.
“Maybe. No promises.” He grinned at her shamelessly. “Maybe if I knew I was getting some heart-wishes for Christmas, it might slow me down a little.”
Kara smiled back at him, unable to resist his mischievous grin. He still loved those silly little handmade paper hearts she’d given him when she hadn’t had the money to buy him an actual gift for Valentine’s Day. He got one thing he wanted from her for each heart she gave him. Sadly, she realized she hadn’t given him any of the heart-wishes on any holiday since Ginny was born, probably because he usually used them to get her naked. “If you slow it down, you might get some heart-wishes this year,” she bantered cheekily.
“I’ll stop for the rest of the week,” he promised.
Kara snickered. “That’ll work. I think you’ll get some in your stocking, if you’re a good boy for the rest of the week.” Honestly, it amazed her that he loved those little pieces of paper so much. He was a billionaire, but nothing had ever made him as happy as getting those little hearts that he could turn in whenever he wanted her to grant his wish.
“We’re only talking about not bringing home presents this week, right?” he asked carefully, folding his arms in front of him.
She leaned across the table, speaking in a low voice that only Simon could hear. “Oh, yeah. Just about the gifts. Otherwise, I’d be happy if you’d be very, very bad.”
His eyes flared, desire swirling furiously in his heated gaze. “Thank God. Being good is really hard,” he answered in a relieved voice.
“How hard is it?” she asked sultrily. “And I never really wanted you to be that good.”
“Right now, it’s about as hard as it can get,” he rasped.
Liquid heat pooled between her thighs and her core clenched with violent need. She’d been deprived of her raw and hungry husband for too long. “Well, I’m ready to leave,” she squeaked eagerly, reaching for her jacket. Holy hell! She couldn’t wait to get home now.
Simon’s grin was wicked as he rose and helped her put on her jacket. Her cell phone startled her, the muffled ring coming from her small purse. She fumbled with the clutch and pulled out her phone. “It’s Maddie,” she told Simon as she looked at the caller ID.
She stepped outside to answer the call while Simon took care of the bill. By the time she’d finished, he was just walking out of the restaurant.
“You’re frowning. What’s wrong?” Simon asked in a concerned voice.
“One of the patients from the clinic is in the hospital. It’s serious, and he’s all alone. Maddie can’t leave the babies right now. I have to go,” Kara told Simon anxiously. “Can you drive me?”
He scowled at her. “You care about this guy,” he observed unhappily. “I know you get attached to all of your patients, but you look freaked out.”
She’d just finished stowing her phone back in her purse, and her head jerked up to look at him, worried about the jealousy and hurt she heard in his voice. She reached out her hand and grasped his forearm. “He’s not a guy really. He’s seven years old and his name is Timmy Madden. Maddie diagnosed him with type 1 diabetes, and he was supposed to be seeing a specialist, getting a team of professionals to help him. His mother was a prostitute and was never sure who his father was. She evidently never got him the medical care he needed. They found her dead in her apartment near the clinic, and Timmy was in a coma. He’s sick and he’s just a child, Simon. And he doesn’t have anyone there with him,” she told him desperately.
“Shit,” Simon’s frustration was evident. “I’m sorry, baby.” He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly. “I’ll go with you.”
“Thank you.” She squeezed him back, her sadness for Timmy making her heart break. “He’s always been such a good little boy. He doesn’t deserve any of this.”
“No kid deserves something like that, sweetheart,” Simon answered huskily, wrapping an arm around her and leading her to the car.
After he settled her into the Bugatti, Simon drove carefully but way too fast to get to the hospital.
For once, Kara didn’t tease him about the possibility of getting a speeding ticket in his expensive sports car.
In fact, she never said a word.
Simon watched as Kara fussed over the small child in a bed in the pediatric ICU, one that looked way too big for him. The kid had woken up, but he was disoriented and clinging to Kara like he never wanted to let her go.
He knew the feeling.
Nobody had to tell him that his wife was special. He’d known that from the moment he’d seen her. Her compassion was endless and her ability to love incredible. Hell, she put up with his cranky ass, and he thought that was a damn miracle. The fact that she actually loved him was almost unbelievable. But he believed it. He experienced it every damn day, and he was more grateful for that love than she could ever rationally understand.
Simon eyed the boy from his seat next to Kara. He was dark-haired, and his brown eyes looked too big for his face because he was so thin. As the kid looked at him, Simon saw the weight of the world reflected back at him in the eyes of a seven year old who had seen too much, experienced too much sadness in his short life.
Fuck! Why is nobody protecting him, taking care of him? How is it that he has nobody in this world who gives a damn about him except Kara and Maddie?
“Who’s that?” Timmy asked Kara as he clung to her hand, his voice weak, and his words slurred.
“That’s my husband, sweetie. His name is Simon,” Kara responded in a sweet, gentle voice.
“Is he the guy who made you your own computer game?” Timmy asked groggily, but his voice was more animated. He looked at
Simon with a slightly awed expression.
Simon designed some of the most popular computer games in the world, and Kara loved to play them. He had actually made Kara her own game and named it The Adventures of Kara. He’d never intended to release it to the general public, but she’d badgered him to do it because she wanted other people to enjoy it. He finally had, and it had been enormously successful.
“Yep. My husband is a genius,” she told Timmy. “He makes all kinds of games.”
“I wish I knew how to play.” Timmy’s answer was wistful.
“You don’t know how to use a computer?” Simon was incredulous. What kid in this day and age didn’t know how to use a computer?
“I learned some when I went to school, but we weren’t allowed to play games. But some of my friends talked about the Myth World games and they sound fun,” Timmy said longingly.
Those were his games, his designs, and the hottest games on the market. “I make the Myth World games,” Simon confessed in a more gentle voice. “I’ll teach you how to play when you’re feeling better.”
Of course the kid didn’t have a computer of his own. He was poor, and Simon knew what it was like to grow up in severe poverty.
“For real?” Timmy answered, looking like he wasn’t quite sure he could believe Simon.
Simon’s heart clenched as he answered, “I promise, and promises are important to me. I never break them.”
They were interrupted as the nurse came into the room. Even as sleepy as Timmy was, he obligingly held out his finger to be poked, never even flinching as the nurse stuck him for blood to test his sugar level.
Brave kid. Life is so fucking unfair sometimes. Not only does the poor little guy have nobody in this world who cares about him, but he’s poor and sick. What the hell? I might have grown up in poverty, and in a tough neighborhood, but at least I had Sam and my mother, and I was relatively healthy.
