Satisfaction (The Temptation Series #2)

by K. M. Golland

  SATISFACTION

  BY K.M. GOLLAND

  Book 2 in The Temptation Series

  Cover Design by: Wade Angelo,

  Pauze - Design and Multimedia

  Copyright 2013

  Published by K. M. Golland

  ISBN: 9780987497703

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced by any means, or transmitted, or translated without the permission of the author.

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  PROLOGUE

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  EPILOGUE

  COMING SOON - FULFILLMENT

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  AUTHOR BIO

  PROLOGUE

  Bryce

  I’ve never really considered myself to be a lucky man. Yes, I have more than enough money to feed a small country—which I do—because I make damn sure a good percentage of my fortune aids people who genuinely need it the most. But having a rather large bank account has never truly satisfied me, nor has it ever fulfilled me. It was simply a result of working hard and keeping my mind from the emptiness I had felt since the day I lost Mum, Dad, and my little brother, Lauchie. The day they passed away, all the love, joy and playfulness I’d once known vanished, and although I tried to recover those feelings, they always seemed to elude me. For a long time, my sister Lucy had been my focus and priority; she was all I had left. I promised myself that I would look after her, because I sure as hell was not about to lose her, too. However, when she found her loving partner Nic, I had no choice but to reluctantly hand over the protective reins, and once again, I felt hollow inside.

  ***

  It’s the morning after the Tel V Awards, and I am sitting here on the edge of my bed staring down at the most beautiful creature to have ever walked this earth. I no longer feel hollow; instead, I feel alive, I feel excited, I feel like I’ve just had the best night of my life, but more importantly I finally feel complete.

  Her silky smooth back is bare as she sleeps soundly on her stomach, and as I sit here and take in the sight before me, I cannot believe just how fucking lucky I truly am.

  ***

  I think back to the time I first opened Alexis’ application folder, and to what felt like being slapped in the face when confronted with her photo. Fuck me, were the words that came out of my mouth, followed by a dry swallow and the loosening of my tie. She was applying for the position of Concierge Attendant, and if I had ever doubted the concept of love at first sight, I sure as hell didn’t anymore. I had sat there and stared at her intriguing, innocent, beautiful face for almost an hour before reading her résumé probably twenty times. She was simply stunning, but it wasn’t just her physical beauty that had me captivated. When I looked at her, I felt connected and somewhat drawn in; it was a feeling I wasn’t used to.

  Her cover letter had mentioned she was married with two young children, and I envied the man who was lucky enough to be responsible for that. Strangely enough, and from that moment on, Alexis’ husband existed only on that piece of paper and that piece of paper alone. It was as though my mind deliberately shut him out; Mr. Summers was now a nonentity where I was concerned. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help it.

  I didn’t hesitate in informing Abigail that Alexis was a successful applicant and that she was to Concierge at City Towers in particular. I wanted her working in this building and as closely to me as possible. I then asked Lucy to research her—or to put it technically, perform an employee background check. Lucy looked into things for me all the time, so my request was not terribly out of the ordinary for her. She had managed to access Alexis’ Facebook account which had given me an informal insight into her intriguing life.

  From what I could see she was fun, had lots of friends, played Farmville, and she had been sick because she’d eaten some hidden fructose in a cake. I could also tell by her many status updates and photo tags that her alcoholic drink of choice was gin, that she loved her sports, and admired cars. The fact that she liked cars had excited the shit out of me because I couldn’t wait to try and impress her with my own collection. I had also noticed from a photo taken of her five years ago, that she’d undergone a pretty impressive physical transformation. She had looked heavier back then in comparison to the photo I had been given with her résumé, but heavier or not, she radiated beauty from her angelic face and was still simply gorgeous.

  The morning she was to start her traineeship was downright crazy. It was also fucking weird due to the fact I had felt flustered, stressed, excited, and all things strangely confusing and nice—weird, but nice. I had changed my suit three times, worrying about whether or not she would find me good looking; I was turning into a bloody girl. I’m even surprised I didn’t turn around that morning and look at my arse in the mirror, wondering if it looked big in the particular pants I had been wearing. In addition, my palms had been sweaty that morning, which I always thought was just a myth—a stupid saying even. But it wasn’t a myth, it was true, your palms do actually sweat when you are nervous as hell.

  I had informed security to notify me when Alexis scanned her employee card at the staff gate so that I could position myself and catch a glimpse of the beauty in the photo that had captured my thoughts for the past three weeks. I had spotted her hurrying across my casino floor, and the sheer sight of her had the head on my shoulders deciding to have a quick chat to the head in my pants. Then, as if I was an electrically charged moving particle, I was pulled by her magnetic force until we were both standing in line at Gloria Jeans. I hadn’t planned on talking to her until she was due to visit the penthouse floor. All I had wanted to do at that time was see her up close and personal, but once I did, I had found myself wanting more.

  I stood directly behind her, and the scent of her perfume and shampoo nearly knocked me for six. Having been momentarily intoxicated by her presence like a lovesick pervert, I hadn’t allowed enough room for her to turn around. Thank fuck I hadn’t though, because the feeling of hot freaking white chocolate covering my Versace shirt was one of the best feelings I had felt in a very long time. The words that then floated out of her perfect mouth sealed my need to be around her as much as I could. She was not only breath-takingly beautiful, she was funny—adorably fucking funny. ‘Oh, Shit! Shit! Geezus, that is hot! Oh, I am so sorry!’ I just wanted to grab her and swallow those cute little words directly from her mouth to mine, but it wasn’t until she looked up into my eyes that I nearly fucking had a coronary. I swear my heart skipped a beat if that was at all possible.

  I wasn’t sure what came over me next, because I lost control of all reason and grabbed her by the arm, leading her to God knows where. If my world was perfect, I would have led her to the nearest personal corridor and had her up against the wall. But th
at was not going to happen, so I had to think quickly before she screamed ‘Psycho’ and kicked me in the balls. She had seemed okay with me whisking her away at first, until she managed to pry herself out of my eager hold and ask me who the hell I was. In that moment, I came up with the idea to take her to see Clarissa and lavish her with a Versace dress that would be privileged to adorn her perfect body.

  ‘Who are you and how do you know my name?’ she had asked. I had thought about opening my stupid mouth then, and spilling out that the reason I knew her name was because I had thought about her every day since first laying my eyes on her. I’m glad I didn’t though, because that would have probably sealed my fate and declared me borderline stalker.

  My eyes had quite easily found her wet and slightly see-through blouse, which was lucky, because this was how I had noticed her name badge and was able to use that as the less creepy excuse for knowing her name. I also figured I would throw into the mix that I was her boss, and see how she’d react. The shade of pink her face had turned was adorable. I knew from that moment I needed to make her blush a hell of a lot more, as it was fucking awesome to watch. I then placed my hand on the small of her back to keep her moving, and this instantly had snapped my dick to attention, like she deliberately sent an electric shock right through me in order to hit that very spot.

  ***

  Bringing my thoughts back to the present, where I now sit gazing down at my sleeping beauty, it is quite apparent that Alexis still has that very ability to snap my dick to attention—even in her sleep. Just the sight of her naked back gives me a raging hard on. I smile to myself, as thoughts of the first time I saw her naked back come rushing into my mind.

  ***

  I remembered swallowing heavily right before I crazily opened her dressing room curtain with the dumbass excuse to offer to zip her up. She had spun around quite eagerly for me, that, or she had hoped I would leave, which I had no intention in doing until I had finished with her zip. When I placed my hand on her back that electrifying dick charge had coursed through me once again, and I knew I wanted to experience that feeling for as long as I possibly could. So, I deliberately zipped up the dress slowly, even having thoughts about pretending it got stuck so that I could hold her against me and tug at it. She had flinched under my touch, and it worried me to think I had icy cold fingers that disgusted her, so I rubbed them desperately, nearly fucking producing a friction fire in the palm of my hands. I apologised for them being cold, but when she had said ‘No, not at all, they are fine’ and then giggled, I relaxed and felt she was possibly flirting with me. That prospect alone was all I needed to take it up an extra notch, and I definitely had plans on doing that.

  ***

  A small gurgling noise sounds from Alexis’ stomach, snapping me out of my happy recollection. Even her stomach rumbling is sexy as hell. She’s hungry, I’ll make her breakfast. I quietly stand up from the bed and sneak out of the room. I could make a quick batch of blueberry pancakes for her. I make my way to the kitchen and quickly produce a pile of pancakes, dressing them with yogurt and berries. I smile as I put them aside, then head back to my room to wake my perfect sleeping beauty.

  When I return to the room, she is still sleeping soundly. Fuck, I must’ve really worn her out last night. I plan on wearing her out like this every night for the rest of our lives. The problem with that is, when she finds out about my deal with Rick, we may not have the rest of our lives. The fact he has cheated on her is in my favour; knowing Alexis like I do now, she will not go back to him because of that. But will she leave me when she finds out about my part in all of it? I’m not quite sure. Just the thought of it terrifies me beyond belief. I can’t lose her now. No, I won’t lose her now. I have this week to show her just how much she really means to me, and to show her that what we have is magical, special, and rare. I have this one week to prove to her that we belong together, and I’m not going to waste another second of it. Now that I have her, I am never letting her go.

  CHAPTER ONE

  There is a feeling you get when waking for the first time after an incredible night. It starts with your eyelids fluttering, slowly responding to a message sent from your brain, a message telling them to open completely so that you can return from your unconscious hibernation, and face the joy that begins to spread across your body as you remember what you had experienced before entering it. My brain was sending this message, instructing my mouth to curve into a smile as I slowly woke from my slumber, a slumber which was the result of a night full of passionate love-making. My eyes were heavy as were the muscles in between my legs, but it was the tickling sensation I felt up and down my bare back that distracted me from my aching loins. I opened my eyes, finding the morning sunlight to be unwelcome, but the realisation of what was tickling my back; or more so who was doing it, was probably the most welcoming thing imaginable.

  “Ms. Summers...wake up, my love.” Hmmm, anything you say, you incredibly satisfying, sexy man. He kept trailing the object up and down my spine, sending tiny sensations radiating from the point of contact, through to my breasts, and right down into my pelvis. I rolled over slowly and without hesitation—although—there were things I did not want to imagine, and what I looked like at that particular point in time was one of them. From last night’s memories of Sex Up Against the Wall, to a Fuck On the Floor, to our wrestling in a bed full of roses, then Sex In the Shower—I could honestly take a guess and say that I looked well and truly fucked.

  “Good morning, Mr. Clark,” I mumbled as a yawn escaped my mouth. Bryce was sitting on the edge of the bed wearing nothing but a pair of jeans and in his hand was a long-stemmed red rose, one of the hundreds scattered around the room. I couldn’t help myself and smiled at him. I smiled because he was gloriously hot in the morning with his sexy jeans, and I smiled because he had made me very happy. Last night was, if I am going to be completely honest with myself, probably the best night of my life. He had tempted me for months, pursued me tirelessly and when the opportunity arose, I succumbed to the temptation that was Bryce Edward Clark; a 36 year old billionaire, CEO of Clark Incorporated, my boss, and a man who was ‘absolutely and undoubtedly’ in love with me.

  He placed the rose on my forehead, and then gently dragged it along the bridge of my nose, allowing me to breathe in its glorious scent. He then continued his sultry assault and trailed it over my lips. I tantalised him by sticking out my tongue and licking the petal as it passed. This initiated one of his tell-tale signs that I was setting a fire within him; he twitched his eye and held the rose still for only a split second. I’m guessing his pause was an indication of him deciding whether to pounce on me there and then, or continue his seductive tease. If it was, then he opted to continue the rose’s southern journey by dragging it over my neck and intensifying the sensations I was already feeling.

  The rose made its way down in between my breasts, where he circled each of them with controlled precision. I watched the ownership he displayed in his eyes as he teased my nipples with the petals. The problem was he didn’t own me, by law I belonged with someone else—Rick Summers, my husband. I quickly, but only in a very shallow way, buried the memory from a couple of days ago where Rick had confessed to having an affair. I was going to have to deal with him soon—that was inevitable—but for now, I wanted him out of my thoughts and out of my head completely. I got up on my elbows and mouthed the words ‘come here’, but he didn’t move. Instead, he just displayed the infuriating yet adorable and delectable smirk he possessed, and so often fired my way.

  “Mr. Clark, are you deliberately torturing me?”

  “No, Alexis, Hunny. I wouldn’t dare.” Oh, yes you would, you sexy beast. I lifted my knee, allowing the sheet to drop to my foot, therefore exposing the rest of my naked body. He growled, which as per usual sent waves of excitement right through me. He placed the rose in between his teeth, turned, and began to crawl up the bed with a devilish glint in his eye. I loved his devilish glint, it meant one thing and one thing only; Alexi
s you are in for it now! I accepted his rose, put my arms around his neck, and kissed him passionately. This was by far my new favourite pastime, followed very closely—and I mean very closely—by what always comes next. He tried to speak, but I wouldn’t let him leave my mouth. It didn’t deter him though, because I could still understand his mumbling.

  “I’ve made you breakfast, my love.”

  “Thank you, but it can wait,” I replied without separating my mouth from his and performing the same muffled speech. Breakfast was the last thing on my mind, so I wrapped my legs around his back and rolled him over until I was sitting on top of him. He comfortably and arrogantly, mind you, placed both his hands behind his head.

  “Hmmm...my new favourite view, Ms. Summers.”

  “Mine too, Mr. Clark.” I reached down and began to unbutton his jeans. He had a strange look on his face which made me stop after pulling down the zipper.

  “What?” I asked curiously.

  “Nothing.” His attempt to disguise his amusement was not particularly good.

  “Bryce Edward Clark, what are you trying to hide?”

  “Nothing, my love. Here, do you need a hand?” He tilted his pelvis up, thrusting me ever so slightly into the air, which allowed him to pull his jeans down at the same time. Cheeky bastard. I could feel his full erection pushing into my inner thigh, so I reached down and positioned his crown so that it just touched my entrance. He smiled and tilted to allow admission, but I knelt higher, refusing that admission.

  “What are you hiding from me, Bryce?” I raised my eyebrow, indicating that he better confess.

  “Nothing, Alexis. You do realise you are not going to win this.” I know. This was another game I did not really want to win, but I was enjoying the pretence nonetheless. He tilted again, and again I refused. “Are you telling me, that you don’t want my cock inside of you?” he asked, calling my bluff. No, fuck no. He tilted yet again, and this time I lowered, allowing him to be entirely engulfed by my warm, lubricated pussy. He gritted his teeth and groaned loudly as I started pleasing his erection with my rhythm, which in turn pleased me. I craved the rawness he displayed when I gave him what he wanted, because it made me want him even more. I was absolutely possessed and captivated by this man—put quite simply, I was completely in love with him.