And I hate that he’s in my head right now.
Here I am, having a lovely time with a very cute, very cultured and charming man. And yet in spite of that, and in spite of this wonderful dinner and conversation, there he is again, right in the front of my mind.
Holden.
Smug, cocky, arrogant, consuming, filthy Holden.
Holden who whispers crude things into my ear no man has ever said to me, and does toe-curling, dirty things to my body I’ve never imagined. Holden who kisses me like I’m his last drink of water. Holden who holds me like he wants to protect me from the whole world.
Holden who fucks me like he owns my body.
And Holden who just won’t get out of my head, no matter how hard I try.
I excuse myself to the bathroom as the waiter clears our dinner plates, silently cursing myself for drinking so much damn water tonight since this is my third freaking trip back there.
At least I said no to wine when it was offered. This is after all, a business dinner, and I make a point of not imbibing during business meetings.
Well, except for that one time.
I sigh as I wash my hands, looking up at my candle-lit reflection in the bathroom mirror.
Why can’t I get him out of my head? Why can’t I move past what was clearly just a fun, purely physical thing with a man like that? It’s not like I didn’t know who and what he was before I let myself go with him. In fact, it’s probably why I did it at all.
No strings. No attachments.
Serena’s right, I’m not the go out and get laid type, because I’m so wrapped up in my job. And so an opportunity like Holden was easy to say yes to. Readily available, casual sex with a man like that.
It’s an easy yes.
And yet no strings attached, and “casual” generally mean just that. They don’t mean obsessing over it, and second guessing words spoken. In fact, I’m fairly certain it’s supposed to be the opposite.
Simple, carefree.
Easy to walk away from, because it’s all surface.
…All surface doesn’t sit in your head like this, though.
I dry my hands and reach for the door. And as I open it, I’m all ready to go and enjoy the rest of my evening and do my best to push Holden Cade right out of my head-
Until I literally walk right into him.
“Enjoying yourself?”
I gasp, jumping a step back as my hands fly to my mouth. I catch my breath, feeling my heart race a I suddenly glare at him.
“What are you doing here?”
“Oh, I heard this was one of the nicest spots in the city.”
I swallow.
“It is.”
“Good for dates?”
The corners of his mouth pull up slightly, and I glare at him.
“What do you care?”
Suddenly, he’s right against me, pushing me back into the candle-lit single occupancy bathroom.
“What the fuck are you-”
“A lot,” he growls.
“What?”
“I said ‘a lot’,” he husks, spinning us around until my back is against the door.
“What a lot.”
“You asked me what I care?”
His eyes flare as he moves right against me, his lips millimeters from mine.
“Well apparently, it’s a lot.”
I can feel my heart thudding in my chest, my head swimming at the nearness of him here in this dark, small space.
He lips barely brush against mine.
“I-” my voice quavers. “I need to get back out there.”
“Landon Reece can go fuck himself.”
My eyes go wide.
“You-“
“I saw him when I walked in. The guy’s a fucking arrogant prick with loyalty only to himself.”
I snort.
“Look who’s talking.”
He narrows his eyes.
“You’re the guy ready to jump ship already and head back to Denver, if we’re talking about loyalty.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Well, we’ll see about that, won’t we.”
“London.” His voice is commanding as his hand moves up to cup my jaw. “I’m not going fucking anywhere,” he growls out, and without another word, he’s kissing me.
…And I kiss him right back.
I’m moaning into his mouth, hungry for him as he molds his body to mine against the door. His tongue dances with mine, and my body comes alive under his touch.
His mouth dips to my neck, kissing the skin there as his hands start to push up the hem of my skirt.
“Wait,” I shake my head, pulling back and gasping for air, “I- not here, we-”
His hands are still slipping under my dress, tracing up my thighs and making it hard to think.
“My place,” he growls. “I’ll drive.”
“Wait,” I swallow. “I need to go back out there first and say goodnight.”
Holden scowls. “Fuck Landon Reece.”
I arch a brow at him.
“Jealous?”
His eyes flash.
“Maybe.”
His other hand suddenly joins the first under my dress, pushing the material higher as he skims his hands across my thighs.
“But then, I’m the one back here with you with your dress around your waist.”
I blush, biting my lip as his hands move higher still.
“I do have to actually tell him I’m leaving. I can’t just leave a business dinner.”
“Fine.”
His hand moves between my legs and traces across my panties, making me moan quietly.
He stops.
“You’re wearing panties,” he growls in my ear, making me shiver.
“Uh-huh,” I moan.
“Okay, go tell douchebag goodnight, but these,” I gasp as his fingers slip into the waist of my panties and suddenly, he’s tugging them down.
“Holden-!”
He pushes my panties all the way down my thighs and my calves, dipping down to pull them from one foot and then the other.
“I think I already told you these are mine,” he says with a wicked glint in his eye.
I swallow thickly, feeling my pulse race and feeling the hot, dirty thrill of being back here with him with nothing on beneath my dress. He slips my panties into his pocket, just like he did before, and leans down to brush my lips with his.
“Do what you have to do to end your little date out there, and then meet me outside.”
I nod quickly, wanting him so badly it hurts.
“Think you can do it in two minutes?”
“Why two minutes?”
Holden kisses me hungrily, his tongue slipping between my lips as he dips me slightly. It’s a kiss that sears through me like wildfire, leaving me breathless when he pulls away.
There’s a lingering glint in his eye.
“Because after two minutes, I’m coming back in and carrying you out over my fucking shoulder.”
* * *
I make it outside a minute and half later.
After ducking by the table to apologize profusely to Landon and mumble something about having to go see my dad, I’m rushing out the front door to him.
Him who triggers something fierce in me I’ve never felt.
Him who’s filthy words and dirty games have me begging for more.
Him who I’m so wet for as I run from the restaurant that it’s practically dripping down my legs.
36
Holden
She’s moaning as we drive through the city, her head tossed back in the passenger seat of my SUV and my name dripping from her lips.
Why? Well, because my hand is right between her legs, my fingers deep inside of her dripping wet pussy as my thumb rolls across her clit.
Yeah, that’s why.
She’s panty-less, of course, since they’re still in my pocket. Her legs are spread, and her dress is pushed up high around her waist. Her hands are tight on the edge of her seat
as I drive my fingers in and out of her heat again and again. She gasps, the sound like a fucking live-wire right to my cock. I mean the fucking sounds she makes gets me hard enough to bend steel inside my pants.
My fingers curl inside her, my thumb brushing across her clit as I roar through the city streets back to my place. A million damn thoughts race through my head, wondering what the fuck I’m doing, why I can’t just let her be, and why there’s this primal and driving urge to make her mine.
And I will make her mine.
She’s getting closer, rocking her hips against my hand and making these sexy fucking mewling sounds as she whimpers in the seat.
I grin.
Perfect timing.
“You better come quick.”
“What?” she gasps.
I turn and flash her a wicked grin before nodding ahead.
“That’s my building.”
“Fuck!”
She jerks upright in her seat, grabbing my wrist and shoving my hand away from her. I know she’s so close - so close that I’m betting she can barely think right now with the need for me pulsing so hard between her thighs.
She quickly pushes her skirt back down, covering herself just as I come to a stop outside the front door and the waiting valet.
She’s blushing, her face bright red and her eyes wild as I thank the valet and open her door. I help her out, getting a glaring look from her as she takes a shaky breath.
I slip an arm around her waist and lead her through the front doors of my luxury building, nodding at the two concierges. And even if I know it’s impossible, I can’t help but wonder if they can tell that the girl I’ve got my arm around is about one finger and five seconds away from coming like a hurricane.
The elevator doors are barely closed before she’s all over me. She moans as I push her back against the elevator wall, and before she can even say a thing - if she even can speak yet - I drop to my knees, throw one of her legs over my shoulder, and devour her.
London cries out, her hands in my hair, her whole body quivering and bucking against my lips as my tongue slides deep inside of her. I’m quick, sucking and lapping at her sweet honey and flicking my tongue over and over her clit. My hands grab her bare ass and pull her against my mouth, my tongue rolling over her aching clit and sucking it between my lips.
There’s a sharp cry from her lips as she comes, her whole body shivering and her hands going painfully tight in my hair. I groan into her, hungrily drinking down the flood of wetness that drips across my lips and pushing my tongue deep again as she moans.
The elevator dings, and I stand abruptly, pushing her skirt back down and leaning against the wall, managing to look casual as fucking ever as the door opens for a middle-aged couple.
London looks like she could die right there.
Her orgasm is still written large across her face - hell, she’s still fucking panting from her climax as I grab her hand and whisk her past the bug-eyed couple.
She’s in my arms the second we step through the door to my condo, clawing at me, biting at my skin and running her hands over me. I scoop her up, loving the way she whimpers as her legs wrap around me while I carry her through the dark apartment to the living room. I’ve got my fingers under her ass the whole time, teasing across her exposed slit and making her writhe in my arms before I place her on my couch and step back.
Our clothes come off in a violent fury, and I’m slipping my jockeys off my feet when I stand and suddenly groan hungrily.
London’s on her knees on the couch, her elbows on the back of the sofa with her back arched and her ass pushed out towards me. I manage to drag my eyes away from that perfect pink wetness between her legs to her eyes. I see the hungry, fierce look there, and I’m moving to her without another word.
I grasp my throbbing cock in my fist, pushing the head against her opening and teasing her for a second before I just slide right inside with one stroke. London moans wildly, tossing her head back as my fingers dig into the skin of her ass as I drive deep inside. My muscles ripple as I hold her like that, clutching that sweet perfect ass of hers as I fuck her with deep, deliberate strokes.
My hand comes down with a smack across her ass, and she whimpers the word “again” in a way that almost makes me fucking lose it right there. I growl, gritting my teeth and spanking her ass again as I push my cock balls-deep inside that sweet pussy.
I reach up and grab her hair, pulling her head back just enough to be able to lean forward and bite at the skin of her neck. She moans, thrusting back to meet me as I pump her full again and again. I lean forward, nipping at her earlobe with my teeth while my other hand slips beneath her and plays with her clit.
“I think you love being a bad, dirty girl,” I growl lowly into her ear, feeling her body shiver at my words. Her pussy grips me tighter as she moans, nodding her head as her lips fall open.
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“I don’t think I heard you,” I husk into her ear, my fingers rolling across her clit as I rock my hips against her ass.
“Fuck!” she moans, sucking in air.
“I love being a bad girl,” she pants, shivering at her own words as soon as they fall from her lips.
“Whose,” I grunt, gasping myself to keep from coming as her body ripples beneath me in sweet agony.
“Yours,” London moans. She twists her head around, her hand going to my hair and pulling me in as she kisses me wildly.
“I love being your dirty girl,” she whimpers into my lips, her tongue eagerly dancing with mine.
I growl, my finger moving faster over her clit as I drive my cock in and out faster and faster.
“Then be a good little bad girl and come for me,” I whisper into her lips.
It’s like pulling a trigger.
London shatters around me, crying out and quivering under me as she goes to absolute pieces as she comes. Her legs shake and her hands drop to the back to couch, fingers digging into it as she screams out her climax.
This is release, this is passion.
This is pure need for each other.
I’m growling, still pumping in and out of that perfect body when she suddenly pulls off of me, spins around, and drops to her knees in front of me.
Oh, fuck.
She moans as she looks up, holds my eyes and wraps those full, pouty lips around my cock. I know she can taste herself on me, which only gets me throbbing even harder somehow as she slowly inhales me.
Her eyes never leave mine.
Her tongue teases the underside of me, her moans sending vibrations through my cock as she bobs her mouth up and down.
“Fuck,” I groan, throwing my head back. “I’m going to-”
“I want to taste you,” she murmurs, slipping her mouth from my cock and licking the head. She strokes me with her fist as she looks up at me and holds my gaze. “Come in my mouth.”
I barely have time to stop myself from having a fucking heart attack as she wraps her lips around my shaft and sucks me deep inside.
I stare in awe, my mouth hanging open and my hand gently tangling in her hair as she sucks my cock and moans. She reaches up and lets her fingertips tease across my balls, and I’m done.
“Fuck, baby-” I roar, my cock throbbing between her lips as she moans right along with me. I swear I go cross-eyed, every muscle in my body tightening as my cock pulses in her mouth and my cum explodes across her tongue.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
She pulls back with a coy grin on her face as she looks up and grins at me.
I’m panting, wordless as I bend down and scoop her up in my arms. I carry her to my bedroom, my mouth on her neck as she throws her arms around me.
“Oh is it time for bed? You tiring out on me already?” she says, pulling back and giving me a teasing smile.
My eyes flash before I toss her squealing and giggling onto the bed and climb up after her.
“Tiring?” I push her down into the blankets, my hands slipping up her thighs and pushing her l
egs up high and wide as I start to crawl between them. “Uh, no, sugar,” I growl, trailing my lips across her quivering thighs. “I’m just getting started with you.”
37
London
For the second time, I spend the night with Holden.
I wake up with a stupid, silly grin on my face. And again, just like the first time back in Denver, I’m nestled in his arms, feeling his body hard and warm against mine.
For a moment of panic, I check my phone, but it’s still early.
Saturday or not, today’s the board meeting where I find out what the hell is happening to my team.
And me.
But there’s no word yet on when we’re meeting, so I toss the phone back down and slide back into his arms.
I wake up an hour later, again, glancing at my phone. This time, there’s a message from Tom of all freaking people. I open it.
“Board meeting postponed.”
I’m about to text back or try calling Richard for some clarity, but my phone dies after not being plugged in all night.
Whatever.
And in one sense, it’s a relief knowing I’ve got the day. Hell, my dad’s right: I do work too hard.
I grin, biting my lip as I feel Holden’s chest rising and falling against my back.
Heck, I’ve earned this.
But on the other side, it would be great to know what the hell is happening and what the board’s decision will be on what’s going on moving forward.
I’m thinking of Serena’s words from yesterday and trying not to get panicky.
“You’re London Jacobs, girl. Your family is Bulls football. They’d be fucking idiots not to have you running things.”
Yeah, I’m not worried. Well, trying not to be. Because how can I be, when I’m right here where I am?
I’m snuggling back into him and making the decision to go back to sleep when suddenly, something twists in my stomach. I feel a cold sweat and the horrible feeling of nausea rising up inside as I lurch from the bed and make a dash for his bathroom.
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