Relentless Pursuit

by Lulu Pratt

  With two of my fingers buried deep inside of her, she rises and falls against my hand to chase her orgasm. When she comes, it’s with a sigh and bliss washes over her perfect features.

  I can’t wait any longer to be inside of her.

  Putting her back on the seat beside me, I rip open my zipper and push my jeans down my legs as fast as humanly possible. My insatiable cock springs free and slaps my abdomen as Olivia’s eyes take in my girth as if it’s the first time she’s ever seen me.

  She stands and moves over me without me having to ask, her curvy thighs straddling my lap as she sinks down lower to take all of me inside of her soaked tunnel.

  Once she’s fully lowered herself, she pauses with her mouth forming a perfect “O” and grabs onto my shoulders to steady herself.

  “Sebastian,” she groans throatily.

  Her hips are fuller now, thanks to carrying my children, and so damn sexy. I grab on to her and start moving her body up and down. The pace is torturously slow at first, but I refrain from increasing the pace too fast.

  Olivia’s head falls back as she rides me slowly, lost in our lustful bubble.

  She feels amazing, her pussy clamped snugly around my length. We’re the perfect fit. Her unique scent is starting to permeate the air around us as her soft thighs collide with mine every time she moves on me.

  I could spend the rest of my life buried inside of this woman and it still wouldn’t be enough.

  She drives me crazy but in the best way. There is no other woman on this earth who could do for me what she does so effortlessly.

  “Harder,” Olivia pleads, her body leaning against the chair in front of me.

  My grip around her waist tightens as soon as she gives her command and then I’m pumping into her. The momentum of my strokes matches the intensity of my need for her and I pull her tight body down faster and harder.

  “Yes!” she moans, grinding her hips into the thrusts.

  That’s the last straw for me. I need to be deeper, closer to her.

  From my seated position, I begin pounding upward, my hips moving with piston-like precision to drive into her wetness. Her tight walls contract around me, sapping me of my energy but I keep at it with fervor as need courses through me.

  Olivia is barely able to catch her breath as she rocks up and down on me, but from the way she’s biting her lip I can tell she’s nearing another orgasm. Ever the overachiever, I steady her with one hand and my fingertips seek out her engorged clit.

  Her movements turn jerky with the added stimulation and I know it won’t be long. But I want to come with her so I increase the tempo of our rocking motion once again.

  “Olivia, you’re so fucking good, baby,” I grind out between thrusts. She feels so damn good and she’s milking me for everything I have.

  “God, you’re going to make me come so hard, Bash,” she whines, reaching down to cover the hand that’s fondling her clit. “Don’t stop. I love it too much.”

  Those words spur me on, making my movements frenzied and desperate. I need to come inside of her and mark her as mine as I always do.

  “I want another baby,” I blurt spontaneously.

  My wife’s movements slow but she doesn’t stop moving, not daring to suspend our lovemaking.

  “What did you say?”

  “A baby,” I breathe harshly. “I want you pregnant with another one of my kids.”

  Her eyes darken at my clarification and out of nowhere, Olivia’s thighs begin trembling as she surrenders to her orgasm. I watch pleasure consume her and the ecstasy on her face pushes me over the edge in conjunction with the spasms tightening her pussy around my dick in a vice grip.

  I come hard, grunting into her mouth as she leans down to kiss me. Fingertips digging into the flesh of her thighs, I continue shooting my seed inside of her until there’s nothing left to give.

  Spent, I fall back against the cushion of the seat and pull her with me.

  “I love you,” she sighs and the words tumble out of her mouth as easily as the breath filling her lungs.

  “Does that mean the answer is yes?” I ask dropping a lazy kiss against her nose as our foreheads meet.

  Still heaving, Olivia simply nods, moving both of our heads with the action.

  “I can’t say no to you,” she confesses. “Especially not when making babies is so fun with you.”

  Arrogant Chef

  You come to work in my restaurant and I’ll fuck you.

  Hard against the freezer, hot against the ovens.

  Bent over the tables.

  Until Maddie shows up.

  The naïve virgin had never even been out of her small town before.

  She’s almost too sweet to be a pastry chef.

  Suddenly I can’t get her heart-shaped ass out of my head.

  All I can think about is punching her V-card.

  But my business partner laid down the law – no more screwing the staff or I’ll lose my restaurant.

  Unless we can keep it a secret…

  *** A steamy STANDALONE contemporary romance novella with a smoking hot hero. No cliffhanger, no cheating and a guaranteed happily-ever-after.***

  Chapter 1

  MADDIE

  “You don’t have to do this, ya know.” My best friend for the past four years seems to have a soft side after all.

  “I know I don’t have to, but why would I not? I mean, yes, it is a huge city. How bad can it be?”

  “New York? Are you kidding, Maddie? You have never lived anywhere that didn’t consist of a pasture full of animals at least a few miles from you.”

  “I lived here for four years. That has to account for something.”

  “This is college. A dorm room doesn’t count.”

  “Ali,” I say, taking her hands in mine. “I’ll be fine. I promise. It will just take some getting used to. That’s all. It can’t be that much different. Instead of a pasture full of cows, I’ll be dealing with a parking lot full of cars.”

  “Yeah, but the cows here don’t try to run you down.”

  “You’re being melodramatic.”

  “Only because I care about you. Promise me that you’ll call me when you get there?”

  “Of course, I will.” I wrap my arms around her and hug her tightly, almost not wanting to let go. I have to admit, the security of Ali and this small dorm room held onto me. I’m nervous but I am good at hiding it. When we finally let go, I force a smile and before the stinging of tears fill my eyes I am turning away from her, picking up the last of my bags and jetting out the door to a new chapter in my life.

  With my culinary arts degree still crisp in my portfolio, I board the plane bound for the Big Apple. As the flight attendant goes over the takeoff procedures, I look out the window to the gates and wonder if I am doing the right thing. Maybe it is a mistake moving to the city that never sleeps, when I have never slept with anyone to begin with.

  “Stop second guessing yourself, Maddie,” I tell myself. “You can do this.” I close my eyes and clutch my bag as the plane begins to move forward.

  *

  The city traffic is insane, and the taxi driver weaves in and out of the lanes, coming dangerously close to other taxis and bicyclists. I learn quickly to keep my eyes in my lap and trust that nothing will come into contact with the bright yellow taxi before it pulls up to my new apartment.

  “Forty-two ninety,” the driver says as the cab comes to a jolting stop.

  I look up for the first time and notice buildings with the occasional tree planted under cement. No grass, no open spaces and definitely no farm animals.

  “Um, is this the Seaman Apartment Complex?”

  “Yes,” he says abruptly. “Forty-two ninety.”

  I dig through my purse and pull out fifty dollars. Once he has it safely in his grasp and has handed me my change, he quickly gets out and pulls my bags from the trunk.

  “Can you help me take my bags into the building?”

  Without a word, the cab driver set
s the last of my bags in the road next to the parked cars on the side of the road and gets into his cab.

  “Sir?”

  When he drives off, I look around and begin to believe the rumors.

  “Be careful, Maddie. New Yorkers are nothing like the people back home.” I can still hear my father’s voice over the phone when I called and told him about the job I accepted. “They aren’t nice or friendly. They move way too fast, they keep to themselves and they live in their own world, which is what I highly recommend you do.”

  And, although my father tried his damnedest to talk me out of moving here, he knew I was going to make up my own mind. And here I am, in the middle of the busiest city in America with all my belonging stacked up in front of me.

  I shoulder what I can and drag the rest of my bags, as I struggle to make my way between two parked cars. Dad is right. Out of the sixty-some people who pass me as I grunt and drag my things, not one person stops to help or even ask. No one looks in my direction, except for one older woman who scoffs at me because she has to walk around me.

  “I’m sorry,” I called out. “I dropped my case.”

  She continues on her way without looking back.

  “Have a good day,” I say, shaking my head.

  My apartment is quaint. A small bedroom off a slightly larger room that looks to be my kitchen/living room/dining area. The bathroom is so small I can pee, while putting my feet up on the side of the tub, as long as I don’t lean over and hit my head on the sink.

  I plop down on the bed and look around. “Yes, quaint. We’ll go with that.”

  I pull out my phone, double check that I have the right directions to Bistro Italiano, take a deep breath and begin my new life.

  *

  “Hello?” I walk into the restaurant between meal hours, I am hoping it isn’t too busy to meet my bosses and get familiar with where I’ll be working. A waitress looks at me as she neatly rolls two forks, a knife and a spoon into a dark blue cloth napkin.

  “Welcome to Bistro Italiano,” she says with a smile as she stands. “Will there be anyone joining you this afternoon?”

  “Um, no. I’m here to see the manager? Is Mr. or Ms Santoro in?”

  She loses her smile and sizes me up. “What about?”

  “I’m starting work here tomorrow.”

  “Waitress?”

  “No. I’ll be in the kitchen. Pastry chef. I kind of wanted to get a feel for the place before I start.”

  “I bet you do.” The woman smirks at me before walking away.

  What just happened? I’m starting to feel like I made a bad choice coming here. Maybe New York City isn’t the right place to start my culinary career. I look around the dining area. I do have to admit, the place does have a certain high-class feel to it. The deep blue curtains are gorgeous against the creamy white walls. Tables and chairs made of a dark wood and beautiful lighting accentuated the art on the walls. I am definitely in the right place. I just need to learn to adapt.

  “Joanne just popped out for a moment and Rocco is busy.” The woman returns from a hallway and sits back down to resume her silverware wrapping.

  “Would it be possible to let me look around the restaurant? I would like to…”

  “You didn’t let me finish,” she says with sarcasm.

  “I’m… sorry.”

  “He said you can go back. He’s just finishing up.”

  “Oh! Thank you.”

  “You got it.” The way she purses her lips gave me a red flag but I didn’t heed it. “Down the hallway, second door on the left.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Enjoy.”

  I’m hesitant but I feel my legs carry me in that direction, my eyes still on her. Why is she so bitter, so angry? What did I do that was so bad? Not all New Yorkers can be so cold, can they?

  I walk down the narrow hallway to the second door with a nameplate that reads Rocco Santoro. I stand in front of it, straighten my blouse and put on a nice smile. Lightly knocking on the door, I step back and wait. Someone mumbles from behind the door. Did he tell me to come in?

  I hesitate with my hand on the door knob. Oh, God. Should I go in? Should I knock again? I quietly turn the knob and open the door. I’ll just apologize if he is busy and wait in the hall.

  Opening the door, I freeze at the sight before me. They don’t notice me there. Yes, I said they. A man and a woman, half-naked and having sex on the chair behind the desk.

  Turn around and walk away, Maddie. Why am I not moving? Something stirs within me. I am entranced by him, the way he touches her, his fingers grabbing her, her head falling back as he pleasures her. I like watching him. I want to watch him. They don’t notice me. But I notice myself, me. I’m breathing a little heavier. My lip is between my teeth. My body tenses and my toes curl. I hold on to the doorway and press my body against it.

  He looks up at me, his eyes directly penetrating mine. My breathing stops. Turn around! Leave! What am I doing?

  He smiles and keeps going.

  Chapter 2

  ROCCO

  I will admit, Tasha is hot. One of the hottest pieces of ass in the joint. I didn’t hesitate hiring her years ago and it’s been fun ever since. I knew by the way she presented herself she was going to be a lot of fun. Her waitressing skills, or lack thereof, could be vastly improved, but she is fun to look at. And now, here she is once again, riding me and pleasing me the way a woman should. I grab her hair and yank her head back. She likes that. It makes her gasp, which makes me harder. I drive into her again, ignoring the knock on my door.

  “Come here, my pet.” I slide my hand around the back of her neck and pull her to me, exposing her neck so I can suck on her tender skin. Just as I lean forward to taste her, I notice a young woman standing in my doorway. Her eyes are wide as saucers and she wants to run but something keeps her there.

  I smirk. She is sweet, pure, innocent, definitely not a native. I like her already. Do you want a show, good looking? I kiss Tasha’s neck, my eyes still on the damsel in my doorway. There is something about her that draws me to her. I can’t stop looking at her. Tasha sits up and blocks my view, pushing her mouth onto mine. I try to be attentive, but I’m distracted now. Grabbing her by her long blonde mane, I pull her to the side and look back to the empty doorway. Something in me changes. I try to concentrate on the luscious babe on my lap but I no longer want her.

  “I can’t do this. Get up.”

  “That’s not what you told me last week, baby.” Her teeth bite into the side of my cheek. Her breathless words were true. I tagged her last week leaning over my desk, or maybe it was at my apartment after work. Ours is a very informal relationship. She lets me know when she is lonely and I do the same. No strings, no messy knots. She is one of the better lovers I have been so fortunate to experience, however, my mind is now on the mystery woman; that look, the purse of her lips and the innocence in her eyes.

  Tasha climbs off me, more understanding than I expect. Her body is gorgeous, curvy, well maintained.

  “Perhaps we can continue this another time.” I stand up and put myself back together, kissing her one last time before escorting her out of my office.

  I look around the dining room and notice Mary sitting at a table, rolling silverware, a smirk on her face. Sneaky. I hesitate before walking into the kitchen, my eyes glued on her, making her aware that I am onto her little game.

  “Nice timing.”

  “I’m sorry, Rocco. Were you busy?” Her words are saturated with sarcasm.

  “Jealousy will not get you any further, Mary.”

  “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

  “I believe you do.”

  I turn to the kitchen, spotting the mystery girl making herself at home alone in my restaurant. A wave of arousal flows through me as my eyes are filled with her again.

  “You are still here,” I say with a smile. “Can I help you with something?”

  “I’m, um, I want to apologize for…”

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p; Her innocence radiates through her as her cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink.

  “No need. What can I do for you?”

  “I am… I start work here tomorrow.” Her struggle is so cute. It makes me want to comfort her. “I’m Maddie Levere.” She straightens up and holds her hand out to me. I slide my hand into hers, touching her palm with my fingertips and sliding them up until I have firmly imprisoned her delicate hand in mine. Her touch electrifies me.

  “Ah, yes. The fresh graduate from the west.” My eyes are glued to hers and surprisingly, she keeps contact.

  “Yes.”

  “Quite the small town, if I recall.”

  “It is, yes.”

  “How do you like New York?”

  She lets out all the air in her lungs. “It’s definitely a change. Very busy and…” I watch her as she searches for the words she is looking for. “Rude.”

  “Rude?” I repeat, my eyebrows in the air.

  “So far, yes. My father warned me. I didn’t want to believe him, but I see that he is right. New Yorkers are very crass and undeniably full of themselves.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh at her impression of the people I love. Born and raised in New York, I suppose I am somewhat biased, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  “I think you need a little more time here. There is nothing like it.” I watch her face soften. “It is truly alive and pulsates with energy. You just have to give yourself to the beautiful culture of this city and it will give back to you.”

  “I will try.”

  “Let me take you out sometime.”

  “No,” she says, stepping back from me. “I don’t think that would be a good idea. You are my boss, for one. Also, I don’t think your wife or girlfriend would approve.”

  “Tasha?” I laugh. “She isn’t my wife or girlfriend, I assure you.”

  “But…” she looks away, “I’m sorry. It’s none of my business. I’m not sure why I’m here. I don’t know if this is the right place for me.”

  “How do you know if you don’t even give it a chance? Do you give anything a chance, Maddie? Or are you used to watching from the sidelines and making up your mind to walk away before experiencing what life can truly give you?”