by Alexa Riley
“Is sex always like this?”
“I’ve never felt anything like this in my life.” I lean back to look in his eyes. So much sweetness shines through them. So different than the looks I’ve seen him give the few other people I’ve met in his company. He’s different with me. I can already see that.
“D-do y-you…” I stumble over my words, uncertain how to phrase my question. My insecurities are getting the best of me. “You only see me now, right?”
A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest. “Sweetheart, you’re all I’ve seen since the moment I laid eyes on you.” A smile pulls at his lips before he gives me another soft kiss. “There’s no one but you for me, Jasmine. I’ve been yours long before I even saw you. I think I’ve been waiting for you. Been waiting so long the world started to get dark. Then you finally showed up, bringing me out into the light.” My stomach does a little flip.
“I still don’t want to get out of the car,” I admit. His words only make me more desperate to go back home.
“If you ask me to take you back home, I will.” I smile. “But,” he continues, “you said you have two finals left and you’re pretty much done. Do them and I’ll be waiting right here for you. Hell, I might not even leave. Probably sit out here all day waiting for you.”
“Mmkay.” I slowly side off him, his cock slipping free. Ash takes his time putting my underwear back into place, stroking me between my legs with tender fingers. He leans in and kisses my neck.
“I left a nice mark on you.” He kisses the spot on my neck again before lifting me all the way off his lap and onto the seat next to me. He exits his side of the limo and comes around to open my door. He gives me his hand and I take it, and he pulls me from the limo and hands me my backpack. He takes my glasses off my face and uses his still-untucked shirt to clean them before perching them on the bridge of my nose. This little act of kindness makes my eyes burn. The sweetness is almost too much to take. No one’s ever taken care of me like this before.
I look at the ground, not wanting to leave. He gently lifts my chin. “Give me a kiss and I’ll be right here waiting for you.” I lean up on my tiptoesstill not tall enough to kiss himbut he smiles and meets me halfway, giving me a soft, quick kiss.
“That’s all I can give you or I’ll pull you back into the car and have my way with you again.” He squeezes my butt. “Go, sweetheart.” Letting out a sigh, I turn and walk toward the school, avoiding saying bye.
The day drags. My first final goes well, but my mind is filled with sweet thoughts of last night and this morning…and the possibility of what’s next in my life. It isn’t until I’m on my way to my last class do I remember where I’m going. I have to see Mr. Clark.
I slip into the room with my head down and move toward the back of the class. I try not to look at him. When the bell rings he starts giving back our tests. I keep my eyes down on my desk when he passes by and drops the exam down.
I get to work. I plow through all the questions and finish early, I double-check all my answers. When the bell finally rings, I let out a sigh of relief.
“Everyone, drop your test on my desk on the way out,” Mr. Clark announces.
I get to see Ash. Grabbing my bag and paper, I head to the front of the room to drop it with everyone else’s. Unlike any other day, I’m trying to get out as fast as I can. I’m no longer waiting for the halls to clear. My need to get to Ash is stronger than my fear of being around too many people.
“Jasmine. I need a word.” I freeze and turn to look at Mr. Clark. The rest of the students shuffle out of the room and leave us alone.
“I really need to go. My ride is waiting,” I say hurriedly, taking a step toward the door. He moves, blocking my path.
“The man I saw drop you off this morning…” His eyes are accusatory as he takes another step toward me. “You gave him something that didn’t belong to him, didn’t you? Something that belongs to me.”
My throat starts to close up, and I can’t bring myself to move or even speak. Panic is setting in.
“Or maybe he just broke you in for me.”
11
Ash
“Or maybe you should step the fuck away from her before I show you exactly what belongs to you.” I squeeze the baseball bat in my hand and raise it a little. “Maybe I could use this to break you in.”
The teacher’s face pales and he backs away into the corner. Jasmine comes straight to me and I wrap my free arm around her.
“He ever touch you, sweetheart?” I ask, keeping my eyes locked on him.
“No, but he wanted to.” Her voice is strong, like she’s trying to be tough, and my heart breaks for her.
“Why don’t you go outside and wait in the car for me.” I grip the bat tighter, and the little fucker cowers back into the corner.
I’d gotten anxious waiting for Jasmine to finish her last class, and I was going to go in and surprise her. I’d glanced in and saw the way he was staring at her the whole time she was taking her test, the way he was rubbing his mouth and sneaking his hand under his desk while he kept his cold eyes on her. I went out to the limo and got a baseball bat out of the trunk. I carry one for emergencies, because you just never know. Now I’m thankful I put it in there.
“Ash.” My name on her lips draws my eyes to hers. “Let’s go. It’s finished. I don’t want any more of this life touching me or touching you.”
I always told her that I would give her exactly what she wanted. And that includes something I don’t want to give her. I feel like beating the shit out of this guy and making sure he can’t do it to someone else. But a phone call from the limo can take care of at least one of those desires. I’ll get his ass thrown out of this school and make sure he never works as a teacher again.
“Anything your heart desires, my love.”
We exit the school without a backward glance, and I pull her into my lap in the back of the limo.
“I love you, Jasmine. I love you so fucking much. You are the beginning and end of me.”
Her big eyes brim with tears as she smiles at me. “I love you, too, Ash. For making my dreams come true, dreams I didn’t even know were possible.”
“And there are so many more to come.”
I reach inside my suit, pull out the white envelope, and hand it to her.
“What is this?” she asks, surprise and excitement ringing in her voice.
“The deed to a house I bought you today. Well, a house for us, but it’s in your name.”
“What are you talking about?” She holds the envelope to her chest, and I rub my thumb on her cheek.
“It’s out in the country. It has a greenhouse for growing flowers, and open rolling hills all around it. I saw it and knew that it was the perfect place for us to live. To start our family.”
I move my hand down to her stomach and rub her there. She may already be carrying our first baby.
“Ash, this is so amazing. I can’t, I mean, no one…” She tries to finish her sentence, but I stop her by pressing my lips to hers.
It’s slow and sweet, but as always, she clings to me and begs for more. Which is what I will always give her.
I roll her over and pin her to the seat while I move down between her legs. I need the taste of her on my tongue.
“Ash,” she moans as I drag her panties off and push her thighs apart.
“I need you to cum on my face, sweetheart. Show me how much you love me.”
My mouth opens over her tight pink lips, and I spread them with my tongue. I flick her little clit with the tip, and she moans louder. When I bring my fingers up and push through her wetness, I feel her tight channel squeeze them.
“Ride them, Jasmine,” I say, fucking in and out of her. Her hips move up and down like she’s on top of my dick, and I moan, watching avidly.
Reaching down, I free my cock and start jerking off while I eat her cunt. I won’t cum because I want to save that for deep inside her. So I tease myself, pinching the tip when I start to leak. I don’t want a
drop wasted.
I make her cum twice on my tongue before I sit up and replace my fingers with my cock. Her sopping pussy takes my whole length in one thick stroke, and I empty my seed into her waiting womb without so much as a thrust. Just being inside her tight heat gets me off, and her pulses milk me dry.
“I love you, Jasmine,” I whisper against her lips.
“I love you, too, Ash.”
I hold her in my arms as we make our way to the country. Where the house and our future await us.
Epilogue
Jasmine
5 Years later..
I gasp when I walk out of our master bathroom and see that the bedroom looks like a flower shop. Rose petals cover every inch of the room. I don’t think he could have gotten this many roses from our greenhouse out back. My husband stands in the center of the room, a soft smile on his lips.
“You know what today is?” he asks, moving toward me, closing the distance between us. “Five years ago today was the first time I laid eyes on you. You walked right past my office window and changed my life.” He leans in and takes a tender kiss from my lips. He delves one hand into my hair and places the other on my very round belly. I’m carrying our second child, a little girl this time.
“One thousand eight hundred and twenty-five roses, one for each day since that day.” A tear escapes, but Ash kisses it and stops it in its path. I never knew life could be this good. Could be so perfect. That fairy tales were real. But they are. Here I stand in my bedroom with a man who would do anything to make me smile, a man who would do anything for his family.
He took me away from a life I hated and brought me to a new home to give me my dreams. He healed me and made all the fear I’d been living with disappear.
“You’re too perfect, you know that?”
“I don’t know about that, but I know no matter how hard I try I’ll never catch up to your perfection.” He places another kiss on my lips before pulling me toward the bed and laying me down.
He stares down at me, devouring me with his eyes. Slowly he pushes up the T-shirt of his I’m wearing to reveal my belly. He presses kisses to the round bump, leaving no spot untouched. He then pushes my shirt up farther to reveal my breasts.
“I can’t wait for your milk to come back,” he rasps, taking my sensitive nipple into his mouth and making me moan.
“Ash, please,” I beg, needing more, needing him inside me.
“I just got Jack to bed, sweetheart. We have all night.” He moves to the other breast, kissing and licking. “But you know I can’t say no to you, so I’ll make your first one fast, then I get to make the rest slow. I want to take my time loving your body, loving you.”
And he does, until I finally drift off to sleep.
THE END
When Alexander buys the land for his new airstrip, he never imagines the home on it is still occupied. But after he lays eyes on Liliana, he decides she’s his property now.
Eighteen-year-old Liliana has been tucked away her whole life. After her grandmother dies, she’s left alone with only her romance books to keep her company. She’s been surrounded by females her whole life, but when Alexander walks in the door, she knows he’s there to save her.
He’s claiming her, no matter how untouched she is.
Will Liliana fight or let Alexander have his way? Will Alexander keep her locked away or set her free? Will there be enough steam in this book to start your own sauna? Only one way to find out!
Warning: Are we still doing these? This is Alexa Riley. You should know the drill by now. This is going to be over-the-top dirty with all the sticky bits you like. Get in here already!
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Chapter 1
Alexander
“I just want it torn down,” I tell Matt, the agent I bought the estate from, as I exit the car. I toss my suit jacket into the back seat, then roll up my sleeves. The house - if you can even call it that - looks like a fucking castle. It sits twenty miles outside of Chicago, and it’s the perfect spot for my planned private landing strip for the Boeing 747 I bought last month. I like privacy and this will give me that. The fewer people I have to deal with, the happier I am. I like to go to work and back home, but sometimes travel is unavoidable.
There’s enough space here to build the landing strip and keep the house, but there’s no need for it. I’d just have to hire people for its upkeep and I’d never use it. Might as well rip the thing down. Not like I have a need for a place like this. It’s breathtaking with an old-school feel, but my condo in the city is all I need. I live alone and I’ve never met a woman who tempted me to change that.
I’m doomed to be alone and I’ve settled into that. Work is my life. The thoughts of ever having a family of my own are long forgotten, though my mother still thinks there’s hope. I can’t even count how many times she’s told me the story of when my father found her working in some small coffee shop and practically picked her up and carried her out and he’d never let her go. Which is true. He has her tucked away on a nice little island right now, enjoying retirement.
“I thought maybe you should look inside first. You bought the whole estate as is, and I’m guessing there are still a lot of personal items inside. Maybe even art.”
I glance around the property. I hadn’t even looked at a single picture before I bought it. Just found out the land size and purchased it unseen. But looking around now, I can tell the place has a history to it. A stone wall surrounds the home, which is located in the center of the property. It looks like a fortress. It’s beautiful, but more than one man would ever need.
I run my eyes along the front, counting the windows and sizing up just how big it might be on the inside. Then I catch something out of the corner of my eye. Movement.
“It’s empty?” I ask, looking back over at Matt.
“Yes. There had been some staff still servicing the property, but they were informed that yesterday was their last day,” Matt says.
“I saw it, sir,” Black, my head of security, says, coming to stand next to me.
“Let’s go find our trespasser then.”
We head for the front door, my interest now piqued. Might as well take a look around if I’m going inside. I’ve already come all this way, and I cleared my morning schedule for this little trip.
“Sir, maybe I should-”
I cut Black off by just holding up my hand as I continue walking towards the front door. He might be my head of security, but I still do what I want, even when he advises otherwise.
“Keys,” I snap, turning a little for Matt to throw them to me. I catch them and slide the key into the lock and the door pops open with a loud creak.
Then all the air leaves my lungs at the sight before me.
Standing at the top of the stairs is a young woman. The sunlight streaming in through the open door hits, and it creates a halo of light around her. Her hair is dark as chocolate and such a contrast to her creamy white skin. And even from this distance, I can see she has the brightest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Her full, lush lips part just a little as she stares at me.
My eyes travel down her body to the white nightgown that looks transparent in the light, showing off all her curves.
I feel myself harden at just the sight.
“Shit,” I hear Black say from behind me in awe.
It makes blood rush to my ears and jealousy course through my body like I’ve never felt before. It wraps around my heart, making me clench my fists.
Mine.
The word pounds though my head. I’ve bought the estate and everything in it. As of yesterday it’s all mine. That makes her mine, too. I can’t stop the irrational barbaric thought from forming.
“Out!” I shout to the room, making Matt jump and Black pull his eyes from the girl and take a step back. “Out.” I growl it this time, and both turn and step out of the door. I slam it shut and click the lock back in place.
I can’t bring myself to turn around. She looked like a fucking angel. Maybe she isn’t real. She looked too perfect to be real. The thought makes the air leave my lungs again. Slowly, I turn, and this time she’s closer than before, having come down the stairs. Her head is cocked to the side like she’s studying me.
I find myself taking the ten steps to get closer to her, stopping at the bottom of the stairs. It brings us eye level with each other. She just stares at me. Her eyes seem so big and bright now, her long black lashes giving her a doe-eyed look.
Her hand comes up, reaching out and touching my face. She runs it along the stubble on my jaw, and her mouth parts a little as her tongue comes out, wetting her bottom lip. It takes everything in me not to groan at the simple action. I want to taste her plump bottom lip for myself, then push my tongue into her mouth.
“You came,” she says, her voice filled with wonder. The sound is soft and sweet.
“I came?” I ask, not understanding what she means. She just nods her head, her dark curls bouncing with the movement. I can’t stop myself from reaching out and grabbing one. She doesn’t flinch like a lot of people do around me. I’m a big guy and my size can be intimidating. The scar running from the top of my left eyebrow down to my jaw doesn’t help, but she doesn’t seem scared at all. No, she’s looking at me like I’m looking at her. I’m no angel, far from it. But I like her eyes on me.
