Platinum Love: A BWWM Romance (Blazin' Love Book 1)

by Ja'Nese Dixon

“Hunter Josephine Preston.” I toss the jacket to the couch and wrap my arms around her waist, placing soft kisses on the base of her neck. “What do I have to do to convince you to stay?”

  “Ask.”

  “Jo, please stay the night with me.”

  HUNTER

  Everything, but my mouth, is screaming yes. My skin tingles with each kiss, and the sensation is traveling through my body.

  Ben turns me to him. “Are you free to stay the night with me?”

  “What about Zoe?”

  “She’ll sleep through the night. The doctor gave her medicine, and I’ll check on her in a few hours.” His fingers are hooked around my belt loops.

  “Where’s your girlfriend?”

  “I don’t have one…yet.” His crooked smile is making me want him more.

  “Where’s your wife?”

  “You know I’m not married.”

  “But I didn’t know you have a daughter.”

  “Is me having Zoe a problem?” He steps back.

  The grit in his tone makes my knees wobble, but I’m not backing down. I’m not a home wrecker. And I won’t share Ben. The thought of potentially having him only to lose him isn’t something I’m adult enough to handle. So if he wants me to stay the night, I have to know the truth.

  “No, me not knowing about Zoe is the problem. What else do I not know?”

  “Everything. You know nothing about me, Hunter. In your world, I’m the hot bartender you love to flirt with and toss big tips on the counter.” He shrugs. “Let’s keep it one hundred. I want you. You want me. Tonight, we are satisfying our mutual curiosity.”

  “And then?”

  “I’ll help you get your million dollars from Daddy and we’ll part, as friends.” Nothing about his face looked friendly. The words didn’t match the tension I feel coming from his body.

  “You make it sound like a transaction. I’m not a hoe.” I step back, noticing his white t-shirt stretched across the mass of his chest. I scold myself for still wanting him. The low slung jeans are resting on his hips, and his feet are bare. Ben is oozing sex, and I just turned him down. I’m down to have a good time, but for some reason, I want more. “Is that how you see me, Ben? A quick fuck?”

  “You know that’s not my style. And we’ve known each other long enough for you to know that.” He glances back over at me, and I believe him. “My life is complicated Jo. I’m raising Zoe, and I’m going to school, and nothing about this life fits in your plush platinum lifestyle.”

  And it hits me. “Are you asking me to stay because of the $50,000?”

  “You know what, maybe you should go.” Ben moves back, his hands flexing as if he’s fighting to keep his hands off of me.

  “Don’t act like I’m wrong for asking.” He wouldn’t be the first or the last. Most men hear my name, and they stumble over their words, bit their tongues, swallow their manhood, and gladly go along for the Preston Hunter ride. “You’ve ignored my flirting for almost a year. And now, I get invited to your house, and you ask me to stay the night.”

  “Jo, tell me how you really feel.” He closes the space between us with the challenge lingering in the air.

  “I want you.” I hear his sharp intake, and I continue. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you. I don’t give a damn about your job or you having a daughter, although she’s a doll. I want you. Plain and simple.”

  “And your man?” He steps closer, and nothing is separating us but cotton and silk.

  “I don’t have a man, yet.” His eyes turn darker.

  “Jo, I ain’t playing games with you.”

  “Yes, you are Ben. It’s just that I’m on to you. But no more pc pleasantries and no more teasing.” I drape my arms around his neck. “And I’m tired of talking.”

  His mouth covers mine. I tremble finding another inch to occupy closer to him as my breasts squish into his hard chest. His hands cup my ass, massaging in circles, stroking the fire to life in my core. The heat is moving through my body, and I lean into his strong embrace.

  “Are you staying, Jo?” he whispers between well-placed kisses down my neck and into the collar of my blouse.

  I nod, unable to find my voice.

  “Then I need you naked.”

  Chapter 8

  Hunter

  Ben lowers me to his bed. He stops to check on Zoe, while cradling me to his chest. Then he walks to the far side of the bedroom, and I see a light turn on. It’s a monitor. Who is this man and his baby bear?

  I send a quick text to the guys and place my phone screen down on the nightstand. The room is simple in cozy blue matching the front room. Ben stops at the foot of the bed.

  “What is that serious face about?” I crawl across the fluffy comforter sitting back on my heels. “Are you having second thoughts?”

  “No,” he whispers. Our eyes met and my skips a beat, as weird as it sounds. I guess its because I can’t believe I’m here. He cups my face kissing his way from my forehead to my nose to my lips, and I lean in.

  I knew I was attracted to Ben, but there’s something about his quiet, contemplative demeanor that’s calming and knowing that my family name didn’t rush him into the decision that led us here. So, I wait. Because something tells me he’s worth it.

  “Jo, you said all pleasantries aside. Well, I have to be straight up, I’ve never brought a woman to our house. And I don’t casually date. So, this is different having to control wanting you with my responsibility to Zoe.”

  I sit up, wrapping my arms around his neck, loving the way his hands slide down and cup my butt.

  “This is new for me too. I can’t say I’ve thought much about kids. Hell, I’m still my parents baby, hence this crazy journey I’m embarking on to prove to Daddy that I am an adult.” I focus back on Ben and the haze in his eyes. I see his fight. “I think we can do both.”

  “You do.” His sexy smile makes my temperature hike.

  “I do. We can take it as slow as you’d like.” I brush my fingers through his silky hair.

  “I actually want the opposite.”

  I freeze. “The opposite of slow. You want us to go back to empty pleasantries?” I want to throttle him.

  His head shakes. “No.” He kisses the base of my neck and my head falls back. “Before I lay you down and devour every inch of your body, you have to be my girlfriend.”

  I giggle. “Girlfriend? What…grade…are we in?” I shudder, as the tip of his tongue traces a wicked line across my collarbone. I reach for his waistband, and his stops me.

  “Do I need to send it in a text message?” His nibbling is closer to the valley of my breast. “Mmmmhhh. I knew you’d taste like chocolate.” He nips at my hard nipple through my silk blouse, and now I’m twisting to free my hands. “Say yes Jo.”

  The way he says my name causes a flood to erupt in my panties. The heat of his hot breath on my skin. The suckling sound of his mouth exploring my chest, my neck, and oh good god, my ear.

  “This…isn’t…fair.” My eyes are closed so tight, I’m seeing stars, and I swear I’m going to burst, and the man hasn’t done anything yet.

  “No, it’s not. But it’s my one condition.” My earlobe is between his teeth, and his hand slips beneath my ass reaching for the heat calling his name. “Say yes, Jo…or—”

  “Ain’t no or nothing. You will finish what you’ve started.” He chuckles. “And I can’t think with your tongue in my ear.”

  “I’ll stop so you can think clearly. Can’t have you responding in duress.”

  “Don’t you dare.” I screech. I don’t want to wake Zoe, the poor thing. But Ben is about to die. Tonight.

  He pulls back, and I miss his mouth already. His heated gaze is caressing my body while my hands remain captive with one of his very large hands circled around my wrists.

  “Ben this isn’t fair.” I know I’m whining, not mature at all. But damn. “You can’t expect me to have a civilized conversation, like this.”

  His head cocks to the side
. “Like what Jo?”

  The fucking tease.

  “With your hand squeezing my ass, got my pu—”

  His mouth captures mine. I use my tongue to tell him all that he’s doing to my body. I explore the heated oasis, and I want more.

  “I can’t have women coming in and out of our home. I’m not asking for forever but a commitment.” The words are gruff and raw. The thought of forever rings in my head. “And before you think it, I don’t want or need your money. I’m just a regular man, living a regular life.”

  There is nothing regular about Benjamin Abbott. Every inch of my body is burning with need. I sit on the bed, placing a leg on either side of his body. I’m nearly eye level with this thick manhood, and my mouth waters. I glance up.

  “Oh, no you don’t,” he says. My arms are over my head, and my back is against the mattress. We’re eye to eye. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

  I cock an eye at him.

  “Besides that. I can’t budge on this, Hunter.” I hear the vulnerability in his voice.

  “What if it, we, don’t work?”

  “There’s always a chance, but that’s where communication comes in. We talk about it, and if we decide to go our separate ways, then….” He shrugs. “But Jo, there something special here. What if this is our shot?”

  “Ben, I’m not the best at picking men. And I believe you’re a good one, but what if it’s something in me that I attract no good as men?” The truth in my statement washes over me, and I’m embarrassed. It’s like I’m drunk on him. Like he’s a wicked, tasty, truth serum.

  “I don’t believe that. You’re too forgiving, and you always see the best in people.”

  “You don’t know that.” I look away.

  “Hunter Josephine Preston, I’ve served you at S&J for a year. The last guy was an opportunist with a wandering eye. I never understood what you saw in that guy,” he says more to himself than me. “And the loser before him, he was….” He shook his head apparently at a loss for words.

  “He was an ass.”

  Ben kissed me, gentle and tender. “They didn’t deserve you.”

  “And you do?”

  His eyes dart off before coming back to mine. “Jo, I hope so. I’m not perfect, but you can trust me.”

  Lewis’ dick pic comes to mind, and I glance away. Men always declare themselves trustworthy when they want something. “So if you’re this amazing guy, why are you single?”

  “I didn’t say amazing. But I’ve been adjusting to my new life.” Ben releases my hands and falls back on the mattress beside me. I turn my head trying to see his face in the dark. “Zoe is my niece.”

  “But she looks like your twin.”

  “Technically, we have the same DNA her mother was my twin sister.”

  “Was? And where is she, if you don’t mind me asking?”

  “She died, and she asked me to raise Zoe as my own.” He’s staring at the ceiling.

  “How’s it going?” Ben’s lips are on mine in a flash. “What did I say?”

  “It’s what you didn’t say. I get all types of responses. But rarely is it a concern for us. We are great. She’s adjusting, and I think me moving to Austin and raising her here helps.”

  “How long has it been?”

  “Almost two years.”

  And something he said came to mind. “And you’ve never brought a woman home?”

  “No.” Our eyes met again, and I feel his finger lace through mine.

  “Why me?” The words flutter out. I’m a confident woman, my man issues aside, but this seems like a massive step for anyone.

  “Because it’s you.”

  “What does that mean?” I sit up, then glance back over my shoulder.

  “It’s not what you’re thinking.” He pulls me down to his chest. “You as in, you’re fine as hell. Your body is heavenly. But beneath your tough exterior is a very loyal, caring, complex woman. And you don’t let circumstances get the best of you. Even with your dad’s challenge, you’ll do it.”

  I kiss him. “Yes, Ben.”

  He smiles, and it’s bright enough to light the room. “Yes what, Jo?” He climbs on top of me.

  “Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend. But we need a better term. What about bae or boo?”

  “How about mine?”

  The quick kisses before are no match for this kiss. Ben kisses me deep, slow, and with intention, and I want it all. I grip handfuls of his shirt pulling it up and over his head. We roll over, I sit back, and he unbuttons my blouse, one by one. He sits up, sliding the fabric down my shoulders along with my bra straps. My bra is unsnapped, and his mouth covers my breast. I cradle his head, twisting beneath him.

  The sting as he suckles is driving me mad. I blink, and I’m back on my back, naked. The glow in his eyes sends a streak of white lightning through my body.

  “Are you ready, Jo?”

  He crawls backwards on all fours, not taking his eyes off mine.

  I nod, not trusting myself to speak. I’m in euphoria as he explores every inch of my body. His hands, his mouth, his tongue are a deadly trio branding my body. I’m falling, and it feels so good and so perfect that I can’t be in my right mind.

  “Stay with me baby,” he whispers against my inner thigh.

  “I’m here.” The crackle of the wrapper cuts through our labored breathing, and together, we slide the plastic over his glorious member. And he enters me, filling me to the core.

  “Breathe baby.” I wrap my hands around his neck needing to taste him. He pulls out and presses harder, deeper, and I cry out. He inhales my plea, pushing me so close to the edge and pulling out before I fall over.

  “Ben, you’re such a tease.”

  “Nah, I’m just making sure your sweet pussy knows she’s mine.”

  I bite back a whimper as he plunges deeper. It’s his, all his. He sets the tempo, and I gladly surrender, lost in the moment, my legs locked around his body, his hands gripping my hips.

  “Ben…” He swallows my scream. The end is near, and it’s blinding me. My skin is tingling, the heat from our bodies melting into one is unbearably exquisite.

  “Shhh,” he feathers across my lips. “We can’t wake Zoe because I’m not done with you.”

  I beg for more, and he gives it until my body betrays me. Rallying for more of Ben’s touch, more of Ben’s kisses, more of Ben, the nearness of a spine-crushing release is so close, and I know it.

  “Ben,” I try to whisper, but I can’t. He makes a hoarse request, and I flip over.

  He fills me from the back, slipping his hands between my soaked thighs. One stroke and I’m sucked into a white haze of ecstasy. My body contracts, then a soul-quenching release has me screaming into the pillows as he slaps skin against skin ensuring, I’ll never be the same.

  Chapter 9

  Ben

  I lay awake watching her sleep. I search my memories for anything that compares to this moment. And find nothing.

  Jo is using my chest as a pillow, and I know she’s exhausted. We’ve been at it all night, and yet I still want her. I kiss her shoulder, tucking the covers around her. I lost count of the times she screamed in release. I’m surprised Zoe didn’t come running. I chuckle. That medicine knocked her out, and thank God because I needed tonight. I needed Jo.

  And needing her scares me more than wanting her ever did.

  Chapter 10

  Hunter

  For the next three weeks, we establish a rhythm. We work on the business plan after Zoe heads off to school. I head home when Ben goes to work. Then I return in the evening to lovemaking and sleeping peacefully at Ben’s side.

  It’s weird how my mind writes Ben into every memory, every detail, and I can’t recall life before Ben.

  Here I thought Valentine’s Day was ruined by Lewis’ ultimate betrayal, and now I’m thankful for the skank licking his lollipop. I laugh at the irony of it all, how life can throw a curveball that feels insurmountable only to be the very moment you need to move in a b
etter direction.

  I glance down at my iPad. We have the words on the page, but I feel like something is missing. This morning, I came home and showered after another night of mind-blowing sex with Ben. But the conversations that follow always leave me wanting more.

  I smile at recalling Zoe waking and our failed attempt at freezing mid-stroke. Ben’s insistence that I hold still. My insistence that he finish.

  And Zoe Bear is the most precious little girl on earth. She asks a million questions, and the joy of her presence seems natural. Again, I can’t think of a moment I wouldn’t want the two of them in my life.

  I get back to work. I told Ben I’d address the final notes needing my attention. I still don’t have a name for my company. Maybe printing it will help. I walk down to Daddy’s office in leggings and a t-shirt.

  I push the door open, and I’m startled. “Daddy you scared me.”

  “What are you doing up so early?”

  “Working.” I walk over and kiss his cheek.

  “My baby girl, working. Oh, do tell.”

  I grab the stack of paper from the printer and sit in the very masculine chair across from him. This room oozes power from the deep dark wood that almost looks black, mixed with the sleek computer display, to the smell of leather lingering in the air.

  “I’m almost done with my plan.”

  “May I?” I place the small stack of papers in his hand. I fidget in the chair waiting for his response. I feel confident about the work we’ve put into this business plan. “A concierge service, huh,” he says to himself turning the pages.

  I stand up walking the perimeter of his office. I stop at the wall with our family pictures smiling at the memories. The three of us have done it all. And I can’t help but wonder if I can have the same type of life with Ben. I don’t need forever to know that I love him and Zoe. He asked for a commitment, and I gave him my heart.

  “Junior, let’s talk.”