by Ashlee Price
“I’ve been miserable, Desiree.” He drank the glassful quickly and then looked back up at me like I was next to be consumed. It wasn’t hard to feel what it was that he wanted, and the more he looked at me, the more my body called to him. I didn’t know if he could feel it, but there was no denying the way he was making me feel.
“I’m sorry.”
“If you were really sorry, you would make it better.”
I bit my bottom lip and then wet my lips. There was no illusion about what it was that he wanted, and if he could feel how ready I was, he would know that I wanted it just as badly. My heart was saying yes, my head was saying no and my body didn’t care about anything but being touched by his magical hands once again. This time I wouldn’t try to stop him when he touched me. I wasn’t going to be impatient, either; this time I was going to make sure that he had all of the time he wanted.
***
“Do we really have to do this? I don’t really care about a piece of paper, Greg.”
He smiled at me, and I couldn’t help but melt a little. I wasn’t feeling well and I had to waddle down the aisle. I was going to give birth at any moment, but Greg had singlehandedly made the wedding happen.
“I told you that I don’t want our son to be born until we are wed.”
Greg kept telling me that, and even though I wanted it too, the contractions were getting worse and I was past ready to leave. The piece of paper was becoming less of a priority as the pain increased.
But I planted a smile on my face and we started the ceremony and the preacher started to talk over us. He was saying all the right words, but if he didn’t hurry up, I was going to have the baby right there. When our hands came together, Greg looked at me rather strangely when I tightened my grip with a sharp contraction.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m having the baby. This has to hurry up.”
My words spurred on the preacher, and before long I was married. Greg was beaming, and for a moment, the kiss that he gave me was enough to make me forget – but only for a moment, and then I was rushing him down the aisle to get to the hospital. Nothing had been normal since I had met him, and it seemed that even the birth of our son was going to be different.
“Just hurry, Greg.”
He looked at me and then pushed the gas pedal down. I’d always liked his lead foot, but I was especially happy with it just then.
He got me there before the baby came. I thought that alone was a miracle.
Chapter 6 – Desiree
“Today is the day.”
I looked over at Greg and had to smile. He had been counting down days like it was Christmastime.
“I know, baby, you circled today in red on all of the calendars.” I couldn’t help but laugh a little. It was nice to know that he was ready for the marriage to finally be consummated, but I had to get Dano to bed.
“Well.”
I looked down and then back to him. “Baby, I have to put him to bed and then take a shower.” I touched my hair and I could feel it sticking out from the bun that topped my head. “I look a mess!”
“You are beautiful, baby. Let me have him and I’ll put him to bed.”
“Really?” He still surprised me with how hands-on he was. It was not at all what I had expected, but he had been a godsend the last few weeks. Greg was so understanding, and even though I wasn’t gyrating like he was, I was ready to feel him inside of me again. It had been far too long, and there was nothing but need in both of us.
The water was hot, and just having a moment in the heat to rinse off was enough to push me into the mood for my husband. I was so nervous I was shaking, and I knew it was because I needed him so badly. I was as tired of the wait as he was.
The bathroom door opened and I could see Greg coming in. My mind had been so wrapped up in my thoughts that I started involuntarily, but the startled feeling was gone quickly. He wasn’t supposed to be here, but Greg never did seem to care about what was going on around him. All he cared about was getting what was his.
Moving back, I watched him drop the rest of his clothes. His hard body kept my eyes on him, and I followed his last few steps to the shower door. I could see him, but not as clearly as I would have liked. The door was frosted, but not enough to keep the hard lines of his body from my hungry eyes. Greg’s body had been burned into my memory from the first time we were together. It seemed like so long ago, but my body responded like it was the first time.
The cold tile bit on my back and ass as I moved back and his large body filled the small space. The door wasn’t shut before his hand was pulling me to his hot lips. They were searching and tasting, pulling me into a grasp that I couldn’t get out of. I could never tell him no, but when Greg’s mouth was on me, nothing else mattered.
Every time we were together, he controlled me. Every flick of his tongue enticed me and made me forget everything but him. I wanted something more, and before I was completely wrapped up and lost in his web, I pulled away and watched his dark green eyes open slowly to meet mine. I wanted to watch his face as I moved down to take him into my mouth.
I had never tasted him before, never taken the time to wrap my lips around his long length, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I could already feel my need rising and wetness creeping between my legs that had nothing to do with the water streaming down from above. My knees shook as I moved in front of him, his hardness inches from my lips.
Looking up at him, I saw that Greg’s face was predatory. I knew that he wanted to be inside of my mouth badly. His tip was twitching in my face. Opening my mouth slowly, I moved to take him in, stopping when my lips were just past the head. I stopped his hips from moving forward and finally closed my lips around the silken rod. The growl in the back of his throat spurred me on.
Pulling my mouth away, I wrapped my hands around the base, twisting slightly as I stroked up. My lips and tongue licked and tasted down the underside of his thickness, my fingers rubbing the top in synch. Moving back up to the top, I slide my lips around the twitching head and suckled on the tip as my hand moved slowly on the slippery skin.
Glancing up, I saw that his eyes were closed. I could feel a stray hand on the back of my head, weaving into my wet strands. I needed more and moved him deeper against my throat. I tried to take him all in at once and was confronted with the tip in the back of my throat. Pushing my throat muscles back, I pulled him out and took a breath before doing it again. The only thing I could hear over my beating heart was the short groans coming from his lips.
As my pace quickened, the noise above me got louder. I could feel the hard end hitting the back of my throat, and his hips were moving forward to meet my mouth. I had given up on using my hand, taking both to brace myself against his rutting hips. His salty taste started to fill the back of my mouth, overpowering my senses and making me add suction to his length.
The grip on my hair tightened and the taste became a flood of need. There was so much that I had to swallow before my mouth filled with his seed and I wasted a drop. As more came out, I looked up into his emerald eyes. The look alone made my insides throb for him.
As he pulled back, I moved forward, not allowing the hardness to escape my lips. I wanted more. I wanted him hard again, and I quickly moved down the length with my mouth. Greg groaned, and the sound was pitched high compared to the previous ones. I knew that his tip was sensitive, but I only relented when he was finally full and ready for me again.
Standing up, I turned around and looked behind me. He needed no invitation, his hands gripping my waist and pulling me back to his waiting cock. I cried out when he pushed deep suddenly, filling me with his thickness as he stretched my insides to accommodate his girth. It had been so long that it felt like the first time, and I gritted my teeth to the challenge. It had been far too long since I had him inside of me, and I was sure that this was the closest thing to heaven on earth.
Greg was gentle with me at first. He had been since we got back together, but I didn’t want a soft t
ouch, I wanted the man that I had first fallen for. More than that, I needed that man.
“Please, Greg, more.”
Knowing what it was that I needed, he growled into my ear, giving me exactly what I asked for. Everything that I needed was in Greg’s power to give me, and he gave it willingly. I had never been so content as at the end of that night.
“How did I get so lucky, Greg?”
He chuckled and told me that it was my name. “It just stuck with me. You were a parasite, worming your way in.”
I just sighed, and though it was the worst metaphor ever, it was still really sweet. Whatever it was, I was glad he was there with me now.
~The End~
Billionaire’s Domination Book 1: Insist
By: Ashlee Price
Prologue
Nicola King is close to graduating from culinary school and is looking for her first real job. She has big expectations, but they’re dashed when all she can find is a position making deliveries for a local catering service. Nicola tries to tell herself that it’s the first step up the ladder, but just days into her new job she is already starting to question that assumption.
A chance meeting leads to a daily delivery to a rich and handsome investment group CEO. Jerold instantly takes to Nicola and offers to give her a real opportunity. This could be the break she needs to start her career. All she has to do is say yes.
But there are many things that Jerold wants to ask of her, and if she isn’t ready to say yes, Jerold knows that he’s going to have to insist.
Chapter 1- Nicola
I waited in line like everyone else, but I wasn’t sure why I was there. The temp service had called and asked me to come in. I thought that I was there for a job, but it seemed I wasn’t the only one who’d been called in that day. I started to worry that I was going to have more hoops to jump through. I really didn’t like the idea of having to compete with all of the people lined up in the office.
“Nicola King?”
I raised my hand like I was in school and weaved my way through the standing people to the voice in the front. She smiled at me and ushered me into her office. I remembered Nadia from when I had come to Algon Temp Service months ago looking to get a jumpstart on my job hunting. She was very helpful, and after I took all of her tests, Nadia told me that she would do her best to find me something. I was really hoping that today was that something she was talking about, because I was ready to get started.
“It’s good to see you back here. Sorry about the lines in the front. We just got a new client and I think the news of it has made things a little chaotic, but don’t you worry, Nicola, I have found you something that I think will be perfect for you.”
“Really? I can’t tell you how happy I am to hear that. I graduate in a couple of weeks and I have been worried about finding something.”
“You got a head start, and I think that’s going to help you down the road. You would not want to be behind all of those other applicants.”
I looked back towards the small glass window in the door and I knew that what she said was true. If I had to wait behind all of those other people, my chances of getting a job were going to be even smaller than I’d imagined. In a town like Brewer, there were always more college students graduating than there were jobs to support them. I didn’t want to move away from Brewer, though; it was my home, and going down to the temp service had been a way of trying to ensure I could stay.
“I’m happy to hear that. I tried starting early because I figured with over a hundred students about to graduate, there was going to be a lot of competition.”
The older blonde just kind of nodded her head and looked through some documents in front of her. She was reading something to herself and I could see her lips moving slightly as she read. I tried not to look too bored. I was feeling restless, and if Nadia had something for me, I would be more than happy to take it. It didn’t really matter what it was, as long as it was in my field of study.
“So, this is what I was able to find.”
She told me about a local catering service that needed some help. They worked with many of the larger businesses in town to supply their employees with lunches and dinners, even breakfast sometimes as needed. I was getting excited because it sounded like a good fit, but I wasn’t prepared for the actual job.
“So will I be cooking?”
Nadia looked up at me from behind her thick-framed glasses and shook her head. “Since you have no real experience, they want to start you out doing some delivering. I know that it is not exactly what you were wanting, Nicola, but I think this is a good opportunity. It will give you some experience and you will get to meet a lot of people that are in the business. That’s how you can build up your connections and get into something more attuned to your skills.”
I was graduating from culinary school in a couple of weeks, and I hoped that she was right. I didn’t know how I was going to tell my family that I was going to be a glorified delivery driver. It was not going to be easy to convince them that I had been right to go to the school in the first place. Now I didn’t know what to say, but I was nodding my head and agreeing to the job before I really thought about anything else. One way or another, it was still a job, and that was something that I needed at the moment.
“I thank you for finding me something so quickly, Nadia. I look forward to starting the next chapter of my life.”
She smiled at me, and before long I was signing a contract for temporary employment at Jesse’s. Nadia gave me a sheet of paper with details on the where and when, and we said our goodbyes. I felt a little better as I passed the many people who were still waiting in almost the same spots as when I had seen them before. It may not have been what I wanted – not by any stretch of the imagination – but at the end of the day, I was grateful not to be in their shoes. At least I had a job, even if it was just driving good food around.
I kept reminding myself of that as I made my way home. I also had to find a way to word it so that it didn’t seem like I had settled for less. I had to convince my parents of that, and maybe myself a little bit too.
When I parked out front of the rundown three-story house that I’d grown up in, there was a steady tension in my body. I tried to shake the feeling. It was Friday afternoon and it was time for a family dinner. A smile painted on my face, I moved towards the familiar door and wondered if I was ever going to get my parents to be happy with my career choice. The job that I had just gotten wasn’t going to do that, but at least they couldn’t say I wouldn’t be able to do anything with my degree.
Walking through the front door, I was bombarded by my two little nephews. They’d seen me coming up the cobbled walkway and insisted on wrestling before I got in the door. I played along, anything to take my mind from what was going on, but we were stopped by the sharp voice of their mother, my sister.
“Boys, leave your aunt alone.”
They heard the tone and scurried away before I could get up from the position I had fallen on the floor. “Really, Nicola, do you have to wind them up so much?”
I grinned at her and kissed her cheek. “If I don’t get to wrestle and spoil them, what is the point of being an aunt?”
“You are a person that they look up to.”
I knew where that was going. A conversation was about to break out that I didn’t want to have. “I’m going to go see if mom needs any help in the kitchen, Karen. Your hair looks good.”
She smiled and put her hand up to the fresh do and I just kind of laughed a little. A compliment was the only way to get my sister to stop her steady efforts to get me married and pregnant like she was around my age. She reminded me of my singleness all the time, but I tried to ignore all of that. I was not ready to settle down. Not when my dreams of cooking for the rich and famous were still not a reality.
***
I moved towards the white swinging doors that led into the kitchen. My mom, Angela, had her apron on, and somehow she knew that I was the one who’d come in. “Nic
ola, go ahead and put an apron on and help me.”
I was surprised that she knew it was me. She hadn’t even looked up. “How did you know it was me, mom?”
She looked up and smiled. “Honey, you are the only one who would even come into the kitchen to help in the first place. Lord knows that your sister could do with some time in here.”
“She doesn’t need to learn. She has Alfred.”
She kind of gave me a look and I had to laugh. My mother was more conservative, always spouting obedience and the more traditional gender roles. I wasn’t sure if she actually lived up to it; her mouth was always telling everyone how she felt. But she did believe in it, and she had hammered it into me and my sister for quite some time. It just hadn’t really stuck with Karen.
“Well, maybe I just need to find me an Alfred too.”
She scowled at me and gave me some vegetables to chop. “That is really not the way to use your education, Nicola. I don’t know why you went to begin with. I taught you everything I know.”
“I know, mom, I just don’t think that marriage and kids are for me right now.”
She looked at me as if I had broken her heart and I looked away. She already had grandchildren and I refused to feel the obligation. I was twenty-two and just out of college. There was no way that I wanted to hear it right now, so to change the subject I decided to bring up my good news. It would be easier to tell her first and get her reaction before the rest of the family knew.
“So I wanted to tell you about the good news I got today.”
“Did Jamie come back to town?”
The sound of his name made me frown. “No, he didn’t. God, mom.” She had thrown me off talking about my ex and it took me a minute to remember what I’d wanted to say. “No, I was going to tell you that I got a job today. I start next Monday.”
“What about school?”
I shrugged and handed her the bowl of cut veggies for the broth. “It’s only a couple of classes that I’ll miss, and I graduate in a couple of weeks anyways. It was just an opportunity to slide into a job, so I took it.”
