Misbehave: A Navy SEAL Romance

by Tia Siren

  Beecher started toward a table in the corner while everyone in the place turned to look at us. They all knew Beecher. It took us a minute to get to the table because he had to stop every few feet to shake someone’s hand and talk about how fucking hot it was outside.

  “I can’t believe the shit you drag me into,” I whispered to the back of Tony’s head.

  “Relax,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at me. “Did you see the redhead at the counter?”

  “Yeah. So?”

  “So, put on a smile and be nice,” he said. “Remember, money and pussy.”

  “Trust me, that’s all I’m thinking about,” I said. We wedged our way into chairs around the little table, which was covered with the dirty dishes and leftovers of the previous occupants. I winced at the sight. It looked like a table full of dog scraps.

  “Hi, Bob,” the redhead from the counter said, appearing just as we sat down.

  “Hi, Danny,” Bob said with a smile. “How you doing? Your daddy here?”

  “In the kitchen, like always.” She was carrying a tray. She stacked the dirty dishes on it and swirled a damp rag over the table. She passed out one-page, homemade menus and smiled at us. “Let me clear these dishes away, and then I’ll get your orders.”

  “Who is that?” I asked, watching her walk away. She was wearing a pair of jeans that hugged her round ass and hips like a second skin. The red hair flowed halfway down her back and bounced when she walked.

  “That’s Danny Robicheaux,” Bob said. “She owns the place. Her daddy used to own it, but now he’s the cook. Amazing what that man can do with a crawfish. Do you boys like crawfish?”

  “I like redheads,” I said absently. Tony poked an elbow in my side.

  “I love Cajun food,” my brother said. “My brother is more of a steak and lobster kind of guy.”

  “Well, you’ll love this place then,” Bob said. “Best Cajun food in the state, far as I’m concerned.”

  The redhead returned with an order pad in one hand and a pen in the other. When she smiled at me, I had to keep my mouth from drooping open.

  Now, let me be clear.

  My brother and I had travelled all over the world and we had both had our share of beautiful women.

  Some I had.

  Some he had.

  Some we had together.

  But I had never seen a bluer pair of eyes than the ones that were looking at me now. Or a set of boobs that did to a white T-shirt what her boobs were doing. Or a face that was as naturally pretty. If she was wearing makeup, I couldn’t see it.

  When I looked at her I could feel little bolts of lightning shooting through my balls.

  Tony called it our Wolf Sense.

  She held the pen at the ready and let her eyebrows go up.

  “So, boys, what would you like?”

  I would like you, I thought.

  Naked.

  On this table.

  With your legs spread.

  Right now.

  Tony nudged me with his elbow again. “Order.”

  “Oh, sorry,” I said, shaking the image of her naked body from my mind. I licked my lips. I could almost taste her. “Uh, I’ll just have a small gumbo and a beer.”

  “That’s it?” Bob asked. “You come all this way and you’re gonna just have a small gumbo?”

  Tony plucked the menus from our hands and tapped them on the table between his fingers. He looked up at her and smiled. That bastard. We had the same face, but he used it so much better than I did.

  “What was your name, miss?” he asked politely.

  “Danny Robicheaux,” she said. “Well, Danielle, but you can call me Danny. I’m the owner.”

  “Pleased to meet you, Danny. I’m Tony Wolf and this is my brother, Terry.”

  Bob chimed in like we were old pals. “These are the Wolf boys from New York City, Danny,” he said proudly, like he was presenting us at a coming out party. “Personal friends of mine.”

  Tony glanced at Bob and gave his head a little shake. “Obviously, you already know Bob.”

  He held out the menus to her. She clipped her fingers onto the end of the menus closest to her. Tony didn’t let go of his end. It looked like they were about to play tug-of-war.

  He said, “Can we just get three of everything to eat and a pitcher of draft?”

  “Three of everything and a pitcher of draft,” she said, tugging the menus loose from his fingers.

  “Don’t you need to write that down?” I asked with a playful smirk.

  “I think I can remember that,” she said. Her eyes lingered on my face for a moment, and then she glanced Tony’s way. She didn’t give Bob another thought.

  She tapped the menus on the table and said, “Coming right up.”

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  Exclusive! Billionaire Boss

  AMELIA

  I know I was reckless.

  But Kellan Shepard has been in my fantasies since I was fourteen. So I seduced him. Yep, sitting right across from him on the other side of the catwalk. His eyes followed my every move, especially when I uncrossed and crossed my legs, giving him just enough to make him hard underneath his seven-thousand dollar suit.

  I was the real show. Not the skinny models up on the runway.

  And now I’m pregnant.

  So I have a lot of growing up to do, especially given that he wants nothing to do with me…

  Or our baby.

  KELLAN

  I know I was reckless.

  I should never have taken her in that bathroom after the show. But she’s got longer, sexier legs than any model I’ve ever fucked. And If I had have known who Amelia really was, I would have kept my pants zipped up.

  Now my dick's gotten me into trouble.

  But it’s her own fault. She should have known the kind of man she was seducing.

  She knows I’m flawed.

  So she can have my money.

  But she’ll never have me.

  Note: This story has been previously published as Billionaire Flawed.

  ***

  Chapter One

  Amelia

  My father always told me that there were two types of people in this life; the ones who only wanted things and the ones who went after what they desired. Both of us were, undoubtedly, the second kind.

  My entire life I’ve gone after—and achieved—what I desired. As a teenager, I wanted to intern at a rival fashion agency, and so I did. Later on, I decided that Harvard would be my school of choice, and I got in. Finally, after six years of yearning for Kellan Shepard, I made up my mind that it was about time he desired me as well.

  The very first time I saw him, I was an awkward teenager, and he was the thirty-something, hot-as-hell new partner to my father’s modeling agency. We were at a restaurant, celebrating their new business venture, and I spent the entire time blushing and pretending that I wasn’t gawking at his face. It was pathetic and, as much as I hate to admit it, it only got worse with time.

  As their business and their friendship grew, Kellan started to spend a lot of time with our family. We went out to eat at least three times a week and shared many vacations together. That closeness fuelled my crush until he was pretty much all I could think about.

  I’d spend nights awake dreaming about him and saw his face even when I made out with my boyfriends. Although I’d never admit it out loud, Kellan was also the reason why I was still a virgin at twenty-four years-old. In my mind, he was the only man deserving of my first time, and I refused to lose my virginity to anyone but him.

  Hopefully, that would change soon.

  A smile curled up on my lips as I looked out of the tinted windows of my father’s Bentley. We were on route to one of the many
fashion shows dad was invited to attend. From what I had gathered from his conversation with mom, eleven out of the twenty models scheduled to walk the runway were signed to us, which made this an important client and a sure ticket for me to see Kellan again.

  It had been a few years since I last laid eyes on him and the anticipation was killing me. For the first time in my life, I was going to meet Kellan not as an awkward, love-struck teenager, but as a woman. Under the guise of looking appropriate for the event, I went full out with my look hoping to impress him. My hair was styled in soft curls that fell neatly over the shoulder strap of a red bandage dress that accentuated my curves. Thanks to the ridiculously high Louboutin’s on my feet my legs looked long and toned, and a black smoky eye gave me a sultry and mysterious look.

  I was pulled back to reality when the car stopped in front of the long red carpet leading up to the venue. I checked myself in the mirror as the driver exited the car and came to open my door. With the aid of his hand, I gracefully exited the vehicle and smoothed out the fabric of my dress as I looked around. The street was busy with cameramen and celebrities. Everyone who was anyone was there and as stylish as ever. My family and I made our way down the carpet, greeting familiar faces and posing for the cameras until were inside the lavish hall.

  “I’m going in to take my seat,” I told my mother as she and dad lingered in the lobby talking to some friends. Mom nodded, and I went inside, knowing that they would probably just hang out by the bar until the show was over.

  I followed an usher through the chaos to my first-row ticket and got busy with emails and social media as I waited for the other chairs to fill and the show to start. I was in the middle of a text to my best friend, Asha, when I saw him walk along the runaway towards his seat.

  My heart pounded as I stared at Kellan Shepard. Despite having recently entered his forties, the man looked as dashing as ever. His face was as handsome and sharp angled as I remembered and his chocolate brown hair still made envious. His body looked lean and strong under a black on black ensemble that was accented by a deep blue tie that matched the shade of his eyes perfectly.

  I cleared the text I was writing and instead wrote:

  KS just walked in, and my panties are on the ground!

  Still pretending I was checking my phone, I looked back at him from under my false lashes just in time to see him cross his ankle over his knees. He looked around the room sporting his signature arrogant smirk and waved at a few familiar faces.

  I crossed my own legs and pressed my thighs together just as his intense gaze landed on me. I held my breath as he slowly ran his eyes from my face all the way down to my toes. For a moment, I thought he would recognize me as the little girl with the stupid crush on him, but then he cupped his chiseled jaw and ran his tongue across his lush lips as his eyes filled with a kind of lust that told me I was nothing more than a desirable stranger.

  Excitement flooded me as he held my gaze for a second before looking away as if I was of no interest to him. My phone buzzed in my hand saving me from continuing to stare like a disappointed moron. Asha’s text read,

  As if you were wearing any. LOL.

  Either way, use that bare ass to your advantage and seduce that man.

  I laughed out loud at her words. As a virgin, the only knowledge I had on seduction came from Asha, and I wasn’t entirely convinced that she really knew what she was talking about or that her tricks would work on someone as experienced as Kellan. However, I was more than willing to give it a shot.

  According to my friend, the key to seducing an older man was to mix innocence with teasing and let him know you want him while playing hard to get. I had no idea how to go about doing that, but I figured that biting my lips and crossing my legs while staring at him was a good place to start.

  To my surprise, the move worked, and his blue eyes returned to me. I fought the smile that threatened to break through my lips as I turned my gaze to the DJ taking his position at the beginning of the runaway. Kellan’s eyes stayed on me as the lights dimmed announcing the start of the show.

  Gorgeous models strutted down the catwalk in beautiful gowns. Although my eyes stayed on the garments being modeled, my attention was on the handsome man seating across from me.

  Kellan alternated between watching the women walking by and gazing at me. I tried to look aloof to his interest, but inside my heart pounded so hard it felt like it was plotting to run away. Every once in a while, I’d allow my gaze to drift to his intense blue eyes, and when our eyes met, I’d do something obviously sexy like run a hand down my legs or up my chest, bite my lips or touch my hair. In response, Kellan would pull a sharp breath through barely parted lips, shift positions on his chair or adjust his trousers—which was my absolutely favorite reaction.

  By the time the designer followed his models down the runway for the final walk, the bulge on Kellan’s pants was visible from where I was standing, and the desire in his eyes shone brighter than the lights around us. For the first time in my life, Kellan Shepard wanted me as much as I wanted him.

  There was no denying that I would lose my virginity and, after so many years dreaming about it, Kellan would be the one fucking me. Our locked gaze lingered as we applauded the collection, but once people started to get up from their seats, Kellan’s attention shifted from me to the leggy blonde beside him.

  All the excitement I was feeling oozed out of me in a long, deep sigh. I sulked for a bit as my heart and breathing evened out, and then opened my clutch to get my phone.

  I tapped my foot on the hardwood floor as I typed a message to Asha letting her know how badly I sucked at being sexy. Before I hit send, the sound of someone clearing their throat called my attention. Thinking it was my mom checking in on me, I looked up, and my breath caught in my throat when instead of my mother’s face, I saw Kellan’s.

  Chapter Two

  Kellan

  Where on God’s green Earth did this woman come from, and what game is she playing? That was the thought that kept rolling through my mind for the duration of the show.

  She was breathtaking in every way, and I’d watched her with unwavering eyes. She managed what I thought was an impossible feat, to look as elegant and graceful as a ballerina while also being sexy enough to make my body ache. I didn’t know what she wanted from me—if she wanted anything at all—but I knew that she was not a creature of this planet.

  I drank in her beauty like she was the sweetest of wines and I was an alcoholic. Everything from the fullness of her lips to her long, tan legs was beautiful and carefully made to look effortlessly beautiful. She looked young but not so young that would put me off. In fact, her youth mixed with the sophistication of her designer dress and the skillful way in which she taunted me from across the runaway made her everything that I desperately wanted.

  From the first time looked me in the eyes and opened her knees just enough to make me wonder what kind of underwear she was wearing before crossing them again, I couldn’t think of anything other than having her red lips on mine, her gorgeous legs wrapped around my waist, and my cock buried deep inside of her. In all of my years interacting with beautiful women, I had never encountered one who used seduction so shamelessly, and I loved it about her. Like me, she knew exactly what she wanted and, apparently, we both wanted the exact same thing.

  “Did you enjoy the show?” I asked once she peeled her eyes from her phone and looked up at me.

  She was quiet for a moment, hesitating as if she could not come up with words. My lips turned into a pleased smirk at knowing that after all she had put me through in the past hour, I was able to make this vixen speechless.

  After several seconds, she placed her phone back inside her clutch and asked, “Did you?” The wicked light that shone in her eyes let me know she wasn’t talking about the show.

  “It was nothing out of the ordinary,” I retorted with a shrug, keeping my cool as I assessed what exactly she wanted. “The fashion industry is full of feigned attractiveness and pe
ople feed into it with faux desire. There is beauty in the illusion.”

  Her left brow shot up with indignation, and her previous determination returned to her eyes. I had to restrain myself from chuckling. For a woman who toyed with me so easily, she knew nothing of mind games.

  “Are you insinuating the show was just marketing?” she asked, staring at me with eyes so green I lost myself in them. Before I could reply, she got up from her chair and placed her hands on her slim waist. Her body was even more delectable than I had imagined. “That’s disappointing,” she continued displaying almost as much confidence as me. “A man such as yourself should know there was nothing forced in that show. Desire can’t be faked. When you see something you actually want, you either go for it, or you miss out.”

  Oh, shit. There was no containing the surge of blood that rushed south of my navel. The sexy smile on her lips told me that arousing me was her desired result. Mental images of ripping her dress to shreds and fucking her seven ways from Sunday flooded my mind, and I knew that if I didn’t get her out of this room and away from all of these people I was going to get myself into a lot of trouble.

  As if reading my mind, she ran a hand down the length of her delicious body and asked, “Would you like to discuss the show somewhere a little more quiet?”

  For the first time in my life, a woman rendered me speechless. For the next several seconds I just watched her in a haze. It was as if my body was in autopilot mode allowing my mind to focus on nothing but what I would do to her once we were alone. The crotch of my pants felt tight and uncomfortable as I pictured her pressed against a wall and my cock buried to the hilt inside her. I needed, desperately, to make her feel as crazy as she was making me.

  “So what’s it going to be?” she purred softly, her voice like warm, sexy and innocent like honey.

  Instead of replying, I simply reached down to take her hand and started to walk towards an exit. Excitement and anticipation pulsed from her and fueled my own desire. Although I was no stranger to having these kinds of rendezvous at events, I had never wanted one as badly as I wanted this moment with her.