Relentless Pursuit

by Lulu Pratt

  “I do. And if you want a part of it, I will give you the chance to invest as well.”

  “I don’t know what to say. The only problem is my father’s money is still gone.”

  “They will get it all back,” she says with confidence. “Give them time.”

  “Come on.” Rocco links his arm in mine. “Let’s celebrate.”

  “You two go ahead. I have some things I need to attend to. I’ll talk to you later.” Joanne smiles at me, pats Rocco on his shoulder and walks away.

  “I have a bottle of wine at my place, perfect for the occasion,” Rocco says, a sly grin on his lips.

  *

  Alone with Rocco in his apartment causes a reaction deep inside my gut. I sit on his couch and watch as he opens the wine he promised. He pours two goblets half full of the beautiful burgundy liquid and hands one to me.

  “Here is to new beginnings and a wonderful relationship.” He clinks my glass and before I take a sip, he stops me. He takes a drink, his eyes glued to mine. He leans into me and presses his lips to mine. A hint of the sweet smell of wine tickles my nose. I want more of him and as if he senses that, he deepens his kiss, teasing my bottom lip with his tongue before sliding into my mouth. The sweet taste of wine spreads across my tongue like wild fire and intoxicates me. When he leans back, I keep my eyes closed as I savor the moment, a smile taking over my lips.

  “I have to say, that has to be the best tasting wine I have ever had.” I open my eyes and sip from my own glass.

  “There is much more where that came from, my sweet.”

  I set down my glass, my stomach forming a knot so tight, it’s impossible to ignore. My nerves start to work on my thoughts. Will this finally be it? Will I finally let my virginity go? What will Rocco think of me?

  I watch as he gets up from the couch, his glass in hand. He disappears into another room and moments later I hear a sweet bluesy song fill the room from small speakers in each corner. I smile and sip my wine.

  “Dance with me, Maddie” he says, his hand stretched out. Without another thought, I put my hand in his and we are dancing slowly, very closely and intimately. His warm breath is on my cheek, his arms hold me close as our bodies sway side to side. I can’t remember ever being this intimate with a man.

  Rocco kisses my neck and I close my eyes. My arms are around his neck and I pull his body closer breathing in his warmth and closeness. I can feel his hands moving up and down my body as the music fades out and a new song begins.

  I feel my shirt being lifted from my waist and my breathing catches as the air hits my bare stomach. I lift my arms as he pulls it up over my head and discards it onto the floor. His mouth covers mine and he deepens his kiss. My thoughts scramble in my head and all I can do is want him. He wraps his hands around my wrists and pins them behind me with one hand and the feeling of submission slams into me. His kiss gets deeper and my breathing gets shaky. He pulls my head back and moves his mouth to the tender skin on my collarbone before moving downward until I can feel the heat of his breath through the thin lace of my bra. My nipples respond and harden at the feeling of his teeth moving across them. When my bra falls away from my breasts I open my mouth to gasp for more air.

  His hands are on me, his mouth consumes my nipple, his body is pressed against mine. I feel my skirt fall from my waist and before I step out of it he is scooping me up and carrying me out of the living room and into his bedroom.

  “Please, Maddie. Do not deny me. Let me make you mine. Let me be your first and only lover and I will be yours forever.”

  He lays me gently on the bed and stands over me, looking at me with desire in his eyes. I can only nod. My body is on fire. My chest rises and falls hard with each breath. He unbuttons his shirt as he watches me, with just my panties on. His chest is broad, defined. I reach my hand up and I trace the grooves between his muscles with my fingertips. I pull myself up and sit on the edge of the bed in front of him, my hands working at the buckle on his belt. He looks at me, watching as I pull them down from his waist. As I hook my fingers into the sides of his boxer briefs and pull them down, I hear his breath catch just before his cock springs out.

  He lowers himself on top of me, pushing me onto the bed and crushing me with his body. He parts my legs with his and presses himself into me causing my arousal to ignite with a blast of heated desire for him to be inside me. I stop him only to remove my panties and I lie back, waiting. Rocco does nothing but look at my naked body, I move my hands to run them over his body, but he pushes my hands away, pinning them above my head.

  “Don’t move them,” he growls into my ear.

  His eyes lock with mine and I nod slightly. He kisses my chin and slides his body down until I feel the heat from his mouth through my panties. I can barely compose myself at this point, breathing so hard I feel dizzy. When I look down at him, I see him cover me with his mouth, his tongue doing things to me that felt so good my body aches for more. I feel my arousal heighten, my body responding to him and grinding against his hand.

  “Rocco,” I whisper.

  “Shh,” he says, laying on me again. He kisses me hard, his tongue penetrating my mouth. “Do you want me to fuck you, Maddie?”

  “Yes,” I breathe.

  “Do you want me to make love to you?”

  I nod profusely, pushing myself into the hardness I feel pressing back.

  He leans up and looks at me. I feel the weight of him lift off me and his hand moves between us. He partially presses his weight back down on me and feeds his hands into mine, pinning them to the bed. His eyes lock onto mine and he gives me a lingering kiss before looking at me again. I feel him press into me, opening me up slowly. I feel my heart pounding through my chest and a growing pain inside me as he pushes deeper. The pain mixes with the need for him and I push my body forward, feeling a sharp pain inside me. He stops but doesn’t pull back.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yes,” I say breathlessly. “Don’t stop, please.”

  He slowly pushes into me, stretching me around him until he is fully inside me. He stops and kisses me passionately. He slowly pulls himself out and enters me again. The feeling increases my arousal, my desire, my need for him and I feel my muscles begin to tense. He pulls himself out and pushes back into me and repeats the motion over and over. He moves a little faster as he buries his head into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply and growling as he pushes in. I feel the tension in his body. I feel the waves intensify in mine. My breathing is labored and my fingers are intertwined with his. I never want it to end, until it does.

  I slam my eyes closed and waves of electric pleasure slam into me, drowning me. He pulls out one last time and lets forth this guttural groan from deep in his throat as he pushes into me and stiffens his body around me, exploding inside me. His body jerks and presses deeper inside me before he rolls over, breathing hard.

  He rolls to his side and props his head up with his hand, his other hand caressing my stomach.

  “Are you okay? I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

  I merely smile at him and bite my lip. “I want to do it again.”

  I roll over to him, giggling and rolling my body onto his.

  “I knew I loved you for a reason,” he says teasing me. He covers my mouth with his and I can feel the arousal begin all over again.

  Epilogue

  MADDIE

  ONE YEAR LATER

  “Breakfast!”

  I cover my head with my pillow and grumble at the thought of getting up. Then I remember where I am. I throw the covers back and jump out of bed. The curtains on the large bay window overlooking the ocean are already pulled back and the smell of coffee and bacon fills the room. I stretch and grab his button-up shirt, throwing it on before walking out of the small bedroom.

  Rocco is setting a large platter of fruit on the table on the balcony as I enter and immediately smiles when he sees me.

  “Good morning, sleepy head. You’re going to kill me if you keep wearing my clothes better
than I do.” He reaches over and pulls me close to him, his hands squeezing my ass and his mouth consuming mine.

  “Hm, good morning.”

  He leans over and kisses me again, lingering on my lips before he pulls away.

  “Keep that up and we won’t get to the restaurant in time.”

  “That’s okay. Joanne will cover for us.”

  I sit down and grab a grapefruit, peeling it and allowing the smell to waft over my hands.

  “What is the smile for?” he asks, sitting across from me.

  “I’m just so happy. My life couldn’t be better.”

  “That’s good to hear,” he says, popping a piece of bacon into his mouth.

  “We have the new restaurant up and running beautifully. We live on one of the most beautiful beaches in Boca Raton. And my investment in the restaurant has already begun to make a profit.”

  “I know. It’s very fortunate that it all worked out. Who knew owning Tiki On The Water could be that profitable.”

  “I still can’t believe they were able to find the dirt bag who stole my father’s money.”

  “And retrieve every penny. Thanks to the bartender at that bar, they were able to identify him and Nancy. And now he and Nancy are where they both belong, behind bars.”

  “Everything is perfect.”

  “I think I might be able to make it a little more perfect,” he says, disappearing into the house.

  I furrow my eyebrows and wonder what little surprise he has in store. When he returns, his hands are behind his back. He stands in front of me, looking at me with a smile.

  “What did you do?”

  He pulls me out from the table and kneels in front of me.

  “Maddie, ever since I laid eyes on you, I knew you were someone special. I knew I wanted you in my life that very moment. And now, I want to know if you will be in my life forever.”

  He pulls a small box from behind his back and offers it to me. My mouth drops open and all I can do is stare at the little black velvet box. He opens it and a blue gem sparkles at me. “Marry me, Maddie. Make me the happiest man in paradise.”

  I lose my breath and look at him through tears in my eyes. I nod, my mouth still open.

  He grabs my hands and yanks me up out of my chair, tears escaping my eyes and running down my cheeks. He picks me up and twirls me around. “You are the most amazing woman I have ever met.”

  He sets me down and takes the ring from the box, sliding it on my finger, it fits perfectly, and kisses me again.

  “I love you.”

  “I love you,” I say. I feel like I’m floating in a dream. If so, I never want to wake up.

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  Going Down

  (Five-Chapter Preview)

  By Simone Sowood and Lulu Pratt

  Some people have a bucket list, I have a fuck-it list

  When a brochure arrives at my mansion, the woman on the cover goes straight to the top.

  But she’s only interested in selling me stuff.

  That’s fine, I’m no stranger to the chase and I always capture my prey.

  After one taste, my list goes out the window.

  She’s all I can think about.

  Until I find out she’s secretly working for my asshole brother.

  My brother thinks he can use her to take me down?

  As if.

  The only way I’m going down… is on her.

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

  One

  ANDREW

  “Fucking hell,” I groan as blinding rays of sunlight creep through the curtains I failed to close last night.

  The pain across my forehead immediately intensifies, forcing me out of bed to yank the damned things closed. Since I’m already up, I decide to make use of the bathroom before returning to my spot in the middle of the king-sized bed.

  Brushing my teeth, I realize with a frustrated scowl that I didn’t even drink enough last night to account for this headache. So what the hell is it? I’m truly lost until I catch a whiff of a nauseous scent on my undershirt.

  That damn bartender from last night comes to mind. She’d practically drowned herself in the cheap fragrance. I’d fucked her against the hood of my car after last call and I guess the smell seeped into my own clothing.

  Pulling off my shirt and boxers, I’m on a mission to eradicate the smell as well as my headache. The first step is a steaming hot shower.

  As the spray of water scorches my skin, I mentally catalog the events of the last few weeks. Everything is going according to plan. Last night I’d been able to check the redheaded bartender off my list.

  I have a bucket list of types of women I want to fuck. There’s a list of more than two-hundred boxes that I want to check off before I turn thirty. So far I’ve ticked seventy boxes. Not bad considering I still have two years before my thirtieth birthday.

  Fucking a woman in all fifty states had settled a large chunk of the items on the list. I’d traveled from state to state working on my paintings last winter as well as enjoying the local flavor every single night.

  Since returning home six months ago, progress down the list slowed substantially but I wasn’t at a standstill by any means. I just need to think of new tactics to go after what I want.

  With the hotheaded bartender checked off, it’s time to focus my attention on the rest. There’s an entire section for career woman I haven’t explored yet and I think it’s about time that I do.

  A hot weather girl, naughty nurse or bossy lawyer should be a good start.

  It can’t be that hard to rack up a few more, especially since summertime is here and women are practically out in spades looking for their next fling. At least that’s all they’ll be getting from me.

  I don’t do long term. Under any circumstances. It’s never happening. Not once have I met a pussy special enough to make me commit to a lifetime of routine and boring sex in the missionary position. A shudder runs through me just thinking about it.

  Misty down at Channel Five news has been screaming for my affections at the last few events we’ve attended. But little does miss sunny days know, she’s about to get my undivided attention.

  She’s blonde with tits the size of Texas and a Colgate smile. What’s not to like? I decide to give her a call later as I step out of the shower and onto the heated tile flooring.

  With a towel wrapped around my waist, I slick my fingers through the short tufts of hair, deciding to sort it out later because a cup of coffee is calling my name. The shower had helped with the smell but I’m hoping a serious dose of caffeine will eliminate the headache.

  In my kitchen, I head to the single-serve coffee machine my housekeeper, Gladys, installed for the days she isn’t here. Being Sunday, she has the day off and I’m left to fend for myself. As much as anyone would have to do with a fully stocked fridge overflowing with their favorite meals.

  Gladys always outdoes herself.

  Hovering near the counter, I drink the strong Colombian coffee like it’s water. My eyes barely take in the old but polished features of my kitchen because it’s the same thing I’ve looked at for years. After inheriting the place at the age of twenty-one, it’s been my bachelor pad ever since. Only minimal updates have been made over the years to preserve the historic structure.

  Halfway done with my second mug of coffee, I open the fridge to inspect the contents and Gladys didn’t disappoint.

  “Hell yeah,” I say, pulling out the Tupperware full of her famous baked ziti.

  Never mind the fact that it’s nine in the morning, Gladys’ baked ziti is perfect for any time of day
.

  With it heating in the microwave, I make my way to the front hall to inspect the pile of mail I’ve neglected all week. It’s stacked neatly so I grab it and begin flipping through envelopes.

  Bills. Event invites. Credit card offers. Coupons for services that I will never need.

  The usual bullshit.

  A brightly colored leaflet catches my eye. Well, not so much the leaflet but the woman on it.

  She’s fucking hot. Even though it’s just a headshot, the photo sends weird signals throughout my body.

  The woman is a brunette with eyes darker than my morning coffee. She has the face of an angel. Everything about it is feminine and soft, from her slightly rounded cheeks to her small nose and her full pink lips.

  Her neck is fucking perfection. The pallor of its complexion is begging me to mark it with my mouth and show the world that she’s been marked off my list.

  Flawless, straight white teeth are bared by her warm smile and I can just imagine the feel of those full lips wrapped snuggly around my shaft as I pump deep into her throat. In an instant my mind transports me to a scene with her kneeling before me, her knees digging into the cold hardwood floor as she takes me into her hot, wet mouth.

  Holy hell.

  Never in my life have I been so damn turned on by the idea of someone. And I can’t even see the rest of her! An urgency I can’t explain comes over me and I know I need to see the rest of her.

  I need her. If the tent rising at the front of my towel is any indication, this sexy brunette is going to be next tick on my bucket list. The need growing inside of me is carnal and I intend to satisfy my hunger.

  Scanning the leaflet, it’s for a wealth management firm situated in the center of Greenwich that I’ve never heard of before.

  Tossing the rest of the mail on the table, I turn and head back to the kitchen still staring at the leaflet. Mentally, I’m updating my checklist all the while. This woman is divine and I’ve got to sample her for myself.

  Despite its rocky start, today is turning out to be good after all.

  The day I can add “fucked a woman on a leaflet” to my running total will be a good day indeed.