by Sam Crescent
Boss had given her away. The truth was, she had enjoyed his company during her extended stay with the man. Although she’d never had the displeasure of witnessing the dark side so many spoke about.
He was all hard ass and bad attitude, but she had found him to be wonderful. He had a sweet side, and he did try to hide it—and failed miserably.
“I’m not going to drop you.”
“Then what is taking so long with the key?”
The door opened, but Xavier wasn’t done with his mission yet. She groaned as he carried her through to the bedroom. He’d kicked the door shut on the way inside, and she kept holding onto him, feeling like a child and so full of life.
He turned and suddenly dropped her … a few inches from the mattress.
She let out a scream and burst out laughing. “That has to be the weirdest way a bride has been carried over the threshold.”
“We’re not home yet. I’ve got a whole new plan for that.”
“You have?”
“Yep.”
Alesha watched him as he began to loosen his tie. Even when he pissed her off, she still found him to be one of the sexiest men she’d ever seen.
“Do you like what you see?”
“It’s okay.” She smiled at him.
“Get up. Take your clothes off.”
“That’s it? Just get naked?” she asked.
“I want you completely naked because for the next two days, your ass is not seeing any clothes.”
He put his hands on her knees, leaned in close and kissed her.
“Do you promise?”
“Babe, you’re my wife now. Mrs. Moreno. The love of my fucking life. I’m not going to let you go, ever.” He kissed her again before pulling her to her feet. “Now, I want you to strip naked. To show me your body because I’m going to kiss every inch of it and then I’m going to fuck you in so many different ways, you won’t be able to see straight.”
She stood up and presented her back to him so that he could take care of the zipper. He slid it down her body, and she wriggled out of the dress. It was simple, but stunning, more than she could have dreamed of for her wedding. Turning to stand in front of him in her white lingerie, she heard him moan.
“Do you like what you see?” she asked, repeating the same question he’d asked her just moments ago.
Xavier shoved his pants down, showing off his large cock. Already the tip was wet with his pre-cum. “What do you think?” He ran his hand up and down, going from the base up to the root, and back down again. “You know what I want?”
She nodded.
“On your knees, baby.”
When she made to take off her panties and bra, Xavier stopped her. “I’ll deal with them.”
She sank to her knees, and Xavier stepped up close, his cock near her mouth. Staring up at him, she opened her lips, wrapping her fingers around the length, and she tasted him. The musky scent of his pre-cum glided across her tongue. Moaning his name around his girth, she took him to the back of her throat. He’d taught her exactly how best to do this. What he liked.
She cupped his balls with her free hand, playing with them, teasing them. His cock seemed to swell in her mouth, and as she sucked him down, he growled.
“Our first time tonight is not going to be with me coming down that pretty throat.” He pulled her off his cock, picking her up. His fingers were still in her hair as he held her in place, ravishing her lips.
He broke the kiss as he spun her around. His hand moved between her thighs, cupping her pussy. He tugged on the thin fabric of her panties, tearing them from her.
His hand was once again on her sex without anything between them. She wriggled back and forth, craving his cock. She loved his hands all over her, the scent of his cologne, and roughness of his touch.
He slid a finger through her slit, moving down to plunge inside her. She cried out his name. Her husband’s name.
Xavier wasn’t done as he pressed her to the bed. The tip of his cock pressed at her entrance as he slid in deep. Gripping the sheet beneath her, she tried to hold onto her sanity, but Xavier was driving her crazy. His fingers teased her clit at the same time he rocked his cock within her. She felt so full, so fully taken by her man.
“Look at us, baby. See my cock going so deep inside you. That’s a fucking beautiful sight. So fucking pretty.”
Alesha turned her head, and there across from the bed was a massive mirror. She saw them both. The erotic scene excited her. Xavier’s body was hard, and she couldn’t stop staring.
Xavier pulled out enough so that she could see his cock. It was already wet with her arousal.
He pushed inside her, and she gasped. He was so deep, his erection throbbing.
“I’m not going to fucking last. Not after having those sweet lips around my dick. Fuck, baby, you are all mine. All fucking mine.” He pounded inside her, stroking her pussy, bringing her to the edge. She panted, the pressure growing higher and higher, and then she leapt over the edge. His name tumbled off her lips, like it always did.
This man.
This crazy assassin was now hers.
In the eyes of the law.
In their eyes.
She was his, and he was hers.
Xavier followed her into bliss, his cock swelling as he fucked her harder, going deeper as wave upon wave of cum spilled inside her.
He leaned over her, his lips at her neck as he sucked on her pulse. “This is just the start.”
She gasped as he pulled out of her. In the next second, even as his cum leaked from her pussy, he carried her through to the bathroom.
He turned on the shower, and he pulled her beneath the cold water with him. She let out a squeal, and he laughed.
“Xavier, what the hell?”
“I’m protecting my woman.”
“Not from getting cold.” She wiped the water from her eyes. When her vision was clear once again, she saw him smiling.
It wasn’t just any kind of smile though. This one was genuine, filled with love. It was the kind of smile that she’d only ever seen him give to her.
“What is it?” she asked.
“I never thought there would come a day when I’d be so happy.”
“You’re happy?”
“Yes, Alesha.” He cupped her face. “You have no idea.”
He didn’t need to tilt her head back as she was already staring at him.
“You make me so happy. Seeing you today, knowing that you gave up the idea of a sweet church wedding, it did something to me.”
Three days ago, she’d stormed into the house, angry at everything. The church they’d arranged to have their wedding had rearranged their dates three times. The flowers she wanted were a ridiculous price, and the woman refused to make her a lemon cake for her wedding. The bridal shops she went to had been rude to her about her size. Then, of course, the actual guests were hard to pin down. As Xavier had warned, there was a risk of not all the guests being able to attend.
Organizing her wedding wasn’t supposed to be stressful.
She had told him that she was done trying to give him the perfect wedding. Within three days, they were in Vegas, with a few of their guests … and it had been perfect. They had shared a cream cake with each other. It was a day that many would have hated, but for Alesha, it had been a dream come true.
So long as she was with Xavier, what did the details matter?
Who cared if they had the right flowers or the correct church, or the right meal? To her, it didn’t matter at all. So long as he loved her and she him, nothing else mattered.
“I’ll never forget this day for as long as I live, Alesha. I want you to know that.” He licked his lips. “Where I came from, what I’ve been through—I thought I was lost. I hated the world and myself. You showed me what real love is.”
She grabbed his arms, turning him around and pressing him against the cool tiles. He let out a growl. She chuckled. “See, it’s so cold.”
“I’m trying to share my he
art with you and you’re not listening.”
Alesha ran her hands down his muscled chest. “I am listening to you.”
“These words, they don’t come naturally to me.”
“I know.” She pressed a kiss to his lips. “You don’t have to say them.”
“I know, but I want to. I know life with me, it’s hard. You deserve more.” There were weeks where he’d disappear for days at a time. She’d lie in their bed, waiting to hear from him. Xavier had told her many times that it didn’t matter how far away he went, there was always someone watching her. She was taken care of.
For her, that didn’t bother her.
What she cared about was knowing he was safe. And he was never gone for long.
“I can’t promise you life is going to be easy with me. I imagine there are going to be times that you hate me. I’ll hate myself even more.” He ran his thumb across her lips. “You are my world. My love. My everything. I was only half a man when I met you. You complete me.”
It sounded like he’d practiced this.
“Are these … are these your vows?”
“Yes,” he said. “I wanted to say them to you earlier, but they didn’t seem to fit the mood.”
She took his hand in hers and kissed his wrist. “There’s nothing else you need to say. For richer or poorer, I love you. I’ll stay by your side. I will be your loyal servant for the rest of our lives.” She took his hand and placed it against her stomach.
He looked at his hand and then at her.
“Are you trying to tell me something right now?” he asked.
“I’m pregnant, Xavier. We’re going to have a baby.”
“Oh fuck, we’re going to be parents?”
“Yes.”
She laughed as he lifted her up. His lips on hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, knowing that no matter what life threw at them, so long as they had each other, they were going to be okay.
“Fuck, do you need to lie down? Do I need to call the doctor?”
“No, Xavier, you just need to be the man I love.”
The End
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BONUS SAMPLE CHAPTER
BRED BY THE BILLIONAIRE
Breeding Season, 1
Sam Crescent and Stacey Espino
Copyright © 2017
Chapter One
“Where’s my fucking coffee?” Tobias Bennett sifted through the files on his desk. He was getting too old for this shit—late nights at the office and staff who couldn’t follow simple instructions. At this point in his life, he’d imagined living on a private island, a mojito in one hand and The Wall Street Journal in the other. But he was still running the family business with no sign of slowing down. He’d been termed a perfectionist, and probably a lot worse, but he strongly believed wealth was the measure of success.
A couple minutes later, one of the interns set a mug on the corner of his desk. She scurried out of his office, nearly breaking into a jog. Was he that much of an asshole?
Tobias scrubbed both hands over his face. He knew exactly what had been driving him crazy lately. His parents were riding him hard for an heir, another Bennett to carry on the family empire. The problem—he wasn’t looking for a wife. His bachelor life suited him just fine, and even at forty-five, he wasn’t ready to settle down. He would have told his aging parents to back off, but they had a point, one that kept crowding his thoughts.
Morgan peered in his office. “Why are you still here?”
“Work.”
“Go home. It’s Friday night, for God’s sake.” He’d gone to university with Morgan, and hired him to work on the Bennett Corporation legal team over a decade ago. Morgan was the only man who dared to speak freely with him.
“I’ve got that big bid on Monday. I need to be prepared,” said Tobias.
“We’ve already got it covered. Everything’s in order.”
“It has to be perfect.”
Morgan exhaled, then shook his head. “Well, I’m heading out.” Then he added, “Don’t push yourself so hard.”
“See you Monday.” Tobias leaned back in his leather chair and gave his friend a mock salute.
Once alone again, he pondered Morgan’s words. Yes, he pushed himself. It was life as a Bennett. His parents expected perfection from day one, and he’d always delivered. The company was strong, profitable, and dominating the stock market because he didn’t fuck around. He always put a hundred percent effort into everything he set out to do, and demanded the same from his staff. If one of his employees couldn’t meet the mark, he didn’t think twice about showing them the door. He had no room for weakness.
After another couple of hours, he packed up his paperwork and flicked off the lights to his corner penthouse office. As he stood in the darkness, the lights of the city sparkled with life beyond the floor to ceiling windows. He grabbed his briefcase and walked over to the window, looking down from one of the highest vantage points. It was one big party below, a city that never slept.
He’d put the Bennett Corporation on the map, made his father’s business into something multi-national, but what happened next? What would happen when he died? The legacy he’d built would die along with him, all his hard work and sacrifices for nothing. The business might continue with the family name, but without the blood of a Bennett, it would be a soulless enterprise, nothing more than dollars and cents.
“Mr. Bennett?”
Tobias snapped out of his reverie, turning to see a silhouette in the doorway of his darkened office. “Yes?”
“Would you like some company tonight?”
He narrowed his eyes as he strode to the door. “Aren’t you one of the new analysts we just hired?” Tobias had thousands of employees, so couldn’t remember many names and faces. He only allowed minimal staff on the penthouse floor of his skyscraper. He remembered this woman from the new staff tour yesterday morning, and only because she’d worn a short skirt.
“Yes, sir.”
“And why are you up here?”
“I wanted to offer my company.” She ran her finger along the low collar of her blouse. Was she actually trying to seduce him? “I have many skillsets beyond analyzing, and I thought you’d like me to show you some.”
He scoffed. “You thought wrong, sweetheart. If you’d actually done any digging, you’d know I never mix business with pleasure.”
“But—”
“Stay on the fifth floor. I don’t want to see you up here again.”
She sulked off, clearly not expecting him to reject her. Tobias wasn’t hard up. He had a long list of women he could call for a hook-up. None of them meant a thing to him. They were available for sex, and that’s how he liked it—until now. If he wanted a kid, he had to find a decent woman to be the mother. Unfortunately, most of the women he fucked were gold-diggers, and he didn’t want any baby drama. He just wanted the heir, nothing more.
He could already envision it, a life similar to his own childhood. His son would be raised by a nanny, go to boarding school, and be trained to be the best at everything. Tobias knew parenting wouldn’t take much effort on his part—he’d rarely seen his own mother and father growing up.
Tobias took the elevator down to the parking garage, trying to push thoughts of babies and legacies out of his head. This responsibility shouldn’t have fallen on his damn shoulders. He’d been the younger brother—until he turned sixteen. Maximus had been nineteen when he died of a heroin overdose. Of course,
his parents made sure the real cause didn’t hit the media, appearances being more important than the truth. Tobias had seen it coming. He’d done nothing. Unlike him, Maximus wanted more, wanted the love and warmth he’d seen in other homes. Their father said he was weak, he couldn’t cut it, and that’s why he killed himself. No one ever mentioned Maximus, like he never existed.
The elevator dinged, and Tobias stepped out into the secure garage. He dug the keys to his Mercedes out of his pocket, turning off the alarm system. Once behind the wheel, he tossed his briefcase onto the passenger seat and squeezed the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. Reflecting on a past that couldn’t be undone was pointless, and like his father taught him, emotions were for pussies. He needed to block that shit out, forget about the brother taken from him too soon. Trying to imagine an alternate reality would only break down his carefully maintained exterior.
He turned on the radio, hoping the music would drown out the noise in his head. Right now, he wished he could have fucked that blonde bitch over his desk to release the tension, but he refused to get involved with women in the office. Nothing was worth risking the reputation of the family business, certainly not a piece of ass.
Tobias hit the gas as he drove, the streetlights and bright signage disguising the fact the sun had set hours ago. At least leaving late thinned out the downtown traffic. His condo was only ten minutes from the office in one of the waterfront condos owned by the Bennett Corporation. There wasn’t much they didn’t have their hand in.
He nodded to the doorman as he walked to the elevator. Normally, he’d go out for a drink on Friday, maybe choose who he wanted to take home with him for the night. Today, he just wanted to crash. He’d pour himself a scotch on the rocks and drown out all the insecurities. Friday meant he could sleep in tomorrow, so he’d drink enough to keep all his nightmares at bay.
