Desire (Venture Capitalist Book 3)

by Ainsley St Claire

  “We really ought to stop running into each other this way,” she teases me, and I tip my hat with a happy grin.

  “Where are you off to?”

  “Meeting CeCe, Greer, and Emerson downtown for dinner. Would you like to join us?”

  “It would certainly be more fun hanging out with the four of you than what I have planned, but I’ll leave you to your girls’ night out.”

  Her look immediately makes my cock hard. We talk for a few more moments until her ride arrives. She turns to stare at me and waves. “If you change your mind, text me. We’d love for you to join us.”

  Since I’m sure Hadlee is out, I grab a beer and make my way downstairs to the patio, lighting a citronella candle at the center of the table and taking a seat to watch the traffic in the distance across the Golden Gate while I drink my beer. I feel drawn to her, but I know the darkness that lives within me is not what she deserves.

  As the sun goes to rest, the moon takes its place and the darkness surrounds me. I like the night—it hides my flaws, my imperfections, the scars burned onto my flesh, the stab wounds the knives of my history left behind. The moon guides me through the night. I slowly close my eyes in her calming presence, my body quietly switching off, but she lets my soul run free. I can do the things I would never be allowed to do when the sun is out. I can do whatever I want, my worries, my thoughts silently burning up into smoke as they wander through the endless night once more.

  I’m reminded of Hadlee’s perfume sitting here in the garden. Clouding my vision, my mind drifts to the pure ecstasy on her face when she comes.

  Caught up in a primal state of lust, I wait for her to return. I want her tonight. I want to feel her creamy skin beneath me. I want to taste her sweet musky core. I want to feel her constrict around my cock as she writhes in passion when she creams all over me. My heart beats fast, but I take a few deep breaths as I ask it to be calm.

  I live for women who misbehave. I love the naughty ones. I wonder how Hadlee misbehaves in the bedroom, if she’ll allow me to spank her. I daydream about a handprint on her ass. It may have only been one night, but my tongue knows every secret magic place on her body.

  Taking a deep breath, I realize I’ve been sitting outside for too long. If she comes home and sees me here, I won’t be able to control myself, and that’ll create a whole new set of challenges.

  Hadlee

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  I’ve lived in Cameron’s place for almost a full month now. I often hear his motorcycle when he arrives home late, or his footfalls above me. I want to call him and invite myself up, but I never do.

  I’m surprised when I arrive home and Cameron is sitting on the back patio, watching the sunset as he nurses a beer. I pour myself a glass of wine and join him.

  A blast of humid night air hits me when I open the door, in sharp contrast to the cool interior. I sit next to him on the patio with a glass of silky smooth merlot. I’m not sure what’s going through his mind, but I’m preoccupied with my last appointment of the day, and the silence between us is welcomed.

  I had to tell one of my favorite families that their daughter, Lilly, has leukemia. Kids don’t deserve that. It’s days like today that I hate my job. Yesterday was their last normal day. They could laugh and hope. I’ve now left a permanent mark on the family, one they’ll never forget.

  I set them up with a translator and two-dozen appointments with various doctors who’ll make up their care team. Today there were understandably heartbroken. In a few weeks, the reality of what they’re up against will sink in. Parents will feel uneasy about the terrible choices they’ll have to make. They’ll choose life-threatening treatments for a chance to save their child’s life.

  I’ll still treat their other children, and we’ll talk about the awful days of nonstop vomiting, the pain in their child’s eyes when they witness her hair fall out, the ache of loneliness they feel from isolation due to compromised immune systems. We’ll talk about crying in the shower so their children won’t hear them because they feel so helpless, and we’ll whisper to one another the fear we have that their beautiful little girl might die.

  I experience guilt every time I learn of such an awful diagnosis, another child’s relapse, another child who has died from cancer or a side effect of treatment. Every. Time.

  Sitting outside, my mind races with everything that happened today and I’m numb. I want to feel something. Watching Cameron, I notice something seems to be bothering him, too. I don’t want to be alone tonight. I reach for Cameron’s hand, surprised to find I’m nervous. I know I affect him. I can see the impact when we’re alone together. And I watch how much he fights it. But tonight, he seems completely unaffected, his expression stern as I sit next to him with my glass. I drain it quickly, partially to make up for the shitty day I had and partially for the courage.

  He stares at me. “Rough day?”

  I take a big breath and close my eyes, hoping he can hear the need in my voice. “Please fuck me.”

  I open my eyes and gaze at the conflict in his, but I know he wants this as bad as I do. “I want to be clear, Hadlee. I absolutely fuck. There is no making love. I like it hard and rough. Do you think you can manage that tonight?”

  I nod and whisper, “I need you.”

  In less than two seconds, he has us standing, his hands tangled in my hair as his lips come crashing down on mine. His hands are rough, and I love that he’s taking me away from the pain of my day.

  I open my mouth to him, and he responds immediately by slipping his tongue past my lips. When our tongues touch, it feels as if I’m being zapped with a thousand watts of electricity. It’s as I remember—hot, raw, and aggressive. My pulse increases, and I arch my back and press my breasts into him, showing they’re aching to be caressed, licked, and sucked. He growls against my lips in appreciation of what my body is doing all on its own.

  He pressed into me, and I feel the rhythmic beat inside his chest. He fits so well with me, including his cock that he nestles at the apex of my thighs. I’m under an attack of the most erotic kind, and the last nail in my coffin is when I catch the faint aroma of his sweat mixed with his sandalwood scent.

  He removes my shirt and quickly unclasps my bra, then pinches and pulls at my nipples. His engorged cock pushes at my stomach, and my body clenches from the rush of excitement. I reach for his hard cock, his small moans as he aggressively kisses me spurring me on. I pull the cushion from the chair and get on my knees in front of him, then peel his jeans and boxers off him. Our eyes lock as he watches me slowly lick the tip of his cock, tasting his precum. He draws in a deep breath as I lick the entire length, completely wetting it so I can stroke it with some friction while I suck each of his balls.

  “Oh, Hadlee,” he hisses.

  I place my thumb at the base of his cock and work it in small circles, taking his cock deep in my throat. He pushes in even deeper, until I’m not sure how much more I can take. My core is aching and in need of his magic touch, but I keep going, sucking him into my mouth.

  “I want to come while inside you.” Grabbing me by the hand, he leads me to his bedroom. “Take your clothes off,” he demands.

  I glance at him and sway to an invisible beat as I pull at my nipples. I stretch my tongue and carefully lick the tip of one nipple. He’s memorized, staring straight at me, barely breathing.

  I turn around as I unbutton my pants, inching them over my hips and pulling my panties over my ass, giving him a clear look. I step out of my sandals and begin to remove my pants when I hear him growl, “Put your shoes back on.”

  I turn and ask, “So, you promised to fuck me. Are you going to fuck me now?”

  He crosses the room in two steps and demands, “Get on your hands and knees on the bed.” His fingers are rough as they push hard in and out of my pussy. I feel the first wave of my orgasm and moan my appreciation.

  I’ve gone to another world of pleasure, but he brings me back when I hear the foil package of the condom rip open a
nd he warns me, “Here I come.”

  I chuckle at the double entendre. He enters me, and it takes a moment for me to adjust to his size. “God, you feel so good,” I moan.

  He pulls out slowly and then pushes in hard to the hilt until he hits my cervix. He speeds up, fucking me with rough intent, every thrust pushing me against the bed frame, marring my makeup, loosening my hair, abrading my nipples back and forth against the duvet.

  He fucks me like I’m the enemy, like he can vanquish me. And maybe he can. He can invade my slick channel, forcing me to take him, giving friction and heat, pleasure and pain. I feel the rush of being spanked while he pulls my hair. The multiple sensations swirl even higher, tighter, sharper until I’m mindless on the end of his cock. I reach for my clit and circle it with frenzy.

  “Make yourself come, baby,” he growls between thrusts and spanks me again. His voice is harsh, roughened by sex, but determined.

  His permission gives me the release I so urgently need. “Cameron,” I moan as I see stars and my pussy clamps hard on his cock. My mind is drenched with need. It’s hard to think. Hard to speak. It feels like I haven’t spoken in a thousand years.

  My mouth struggles to form words. “I want more.”

  “Do you like to be punished for being a bad girl?”

  My heart beats faster. He turns me on with just the suggestion.

  “Yes, please.”

  I need to get up but I’m wrapped in his arms, Cameron’s erection poking me in the back. Big, thick, and hard, it prods me for attention. I can’t help myself as I disengage from his grasp and reach over to stroke his hard cock. It’s positively huge. I could go down on him, but it doesn’t give me a lot of satisfaction, and my sex is begging for his erection. Maybe if I climb on top of him and start riding him?

  His breathing is rhythmic, and I believe he’s still sound asleep. I remove a condom from where he stacked them on the bedside table, and he doesn’t even flinch as I rip open the foil package with my teeth and roll it on his hard cock.

  As I climb on and rock my hips to fill me with his steel rod, his eyes slowly flutter open and he gives me a lazy grin of pure pleasure. He reaches for my swollen tits bouncing just above his face and his mouth captures a nipple so he can bite it. The flicker of pain sends electrical jolts to my core, and I clench him hard.

  He moans. “Oh, baby, fuck me.”

  My pussy is so full, and as I bounce faster and with each movement, he meets me with a hard pounding. With his hands on my hips, he pushes me deeper and deeper. A look of elation fills his face, and I hold on to his rock-hard pecs, impaling myself on him over and over.

  Finally he moans and I collapse on top of him, out of breath, but he’s too thorough a lover to let me go without my own orgasm. Rolling me onto my back, he slides his fingers inside me, stretching me wide, the slickness of my folds slurping as he brushes my G-spot while making sure to rub my clit. It’s a different sensation, like he doesn’t want me to finish; he alternates by pushing his cock deep inside each time my breath becomes labored and I get close to finishing, he stops and kisses my neck, the insides of my thighs, along my belly, or suckles my nipples. Once my breathing regulates, he starts all over. It’s driving me crazy, but he keeps going, whispering, “I want to give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had.”

  His thick fingers are deep inside me, and his thumb strums my clit in a frenzy as he intermittently blows cool air on my hottest spot. Grasping the sheets, I swear I can see fireworks as my pussy explodes all over him and he leans in close, licking it up. “Mmm… you taste so sweet. I love it when you scream.”

  I think they heard my screams of passion in Arizona, Nevada, and Oregon. “Holy shit, that was mind-blowing,” I say between breaths.

  “That was a complete turn-on watching your face change each time you were close. I’m sure I’ll think of that when I’m trying to work.”

  I can’t imagine what that face must be, but I’m embarrassed nonetheless. No one would think he just had sex to look at him. Meanwhile, I’m rumpled and loose-limbed, every nerve of my body still tingling from aftershocks.

  When he stares at me, it’s as if every ounce of breath is taken from my lungs. Every time he kisses me I feel like the world stops, leaving the two of us to wander the Earth together. Every time he holds my face in his hands, it’s like he’s untying all of my knots.

  He makes me feel so complete.

  Cameron

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  I gaze at Hadlee, her soft auburn curls draped across my pillow and a peaceful expression on her face. We’ve spent every night together this week, and I’m surprised by my comfort with it.

  She is positively beautiful, both inside and out. Her emotions are not easily hidden on her innocent face, her pain evident in the crease of her lovely brow and the down curve of her full lips. But her eyes… her eyes show her soul. They’re a deep pool of restless blue and gold, an ocean of hopeless optimism. As I stare into her eyes while we fuck, I know all the beauty of the universe could not even hope to compete with this simple thing: passion. It turns her eyes into orbs of the brightest fire, and in them, I read clearly that she would fight to the very last tear for her patients’ welfare and for her friends. She won’t let the world break her. Sure, she could cry, but she would never let me take her true self from her. She clings to it with passion. That passion makes her beautiful.

  Her eyes open and she sees me watching her. I smile. “Hungry?”

  She stretches like a cat. Her back arches as she extends her arms above her head, her magnificent nipple peeking from beneath the sheet. With a sigh, she seductively says, “I could use some food. Do you want to stay here or go out?”

  I don’t cook, but I don’t want to go out either. “I rarely ate at home before you moved in. I don’t have a lot here.”

  She sits up and untangles herself from the bedsheets. “I have eggs and can make omelets downstairs, if you’re up for that?”

  I’m shocked by her admission. I knew she grew up living next door to the Arnaults and most likely had cooks and lots of domestic help. “You cook?”

  Staring at my tattoos, she licks her lips and my cock stirs. Having her for breakfast crosses my mind. She stares at my hardening cock. “I can make an omelet. I don’t know if you’d call that cooking.”

  I kiss her on the top of her head, loving the way she smells. “We can make the omelets together.” I want to spend the day with her. Hell, I want to spend the weekend with her. “Do you have plans today?”

  She sits up and the sheets pool at her waist, exposing my favorite toys. “I was going to work on some things with my house, but you might be able to change my mind.”

  I want to spend time with her. I want to get to know everything about her. This is new for me. I struggle to be friends with the women I fuck. That isn’t me right now. Usually I’m the guy who would rather chew his arm off than stay with a woman overnight, yet here I am thinking of spending the weekend with her. She may not be interested in my idea, but I can throw it out to her, and she can determine if it’s a good one or not. “I thought we might take a ride out to Yosemite. If they have an opening at the Majestic Yosemite Hotel, we can stay there tonight. How does that sound?”

  She thinks about it for a moment, and I’m not sure what I’ll do if she refuses. I’m not ready for her to be apart from me. I want to spend more time with her, getting to know her and exploring more of her limits in bed.

  She stares deep into my eyes, and I’m convinced she sees deep in my soul. “That sounds like a lot of fun.” She jumps out of bed, talking to me as she walks naked along the hall. “Are you coming?”

  Wait. What is she doing? “Where are you going?” I yell after her.

  I hear the sliding glass door slide open. “I thought you wanted an omelet?”

  I’m not completely surprised by her boldness. As I get to know her, little seems to scare her off. I scramble to grab my T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. “Oh. Yes, I want breakfast. You’ve
drained me of all my energy.”

  She smirks. “Well, I have a ton, so you must’ve pumped all your energy into me.” She turns a beautiful shade of crimson and laughs a soft melody at her own joke.

  “You’re funny.”

  She smiles as she shrugs. “I try.”

  I realize that she’s walking out and downstairs naked. My neighbors can be nosey; she’ll freak out if they see her like this. “Wait, you’re going downstairs naked?”

  She turns to me with her brow knitted, clearly confused. “No one can see as I walk through the backyard, can they?”

  I’m scrambling. “They might. But I have a key, so we can go through the laundry room if you prefer.”

  She stops and turns around. “Why, Cameron, are you shy? Because I think your body is perfect in every way.”

  “As is yours, but I’m not willing to share it with my neighbors.”

  She keeps walking, and I’m left to follow her like the horny dog that I am.

  She sneaks down the patio stairs and opens the door to her place, disappearing down the hall. I’m left standing at the bar in the kitchen. Gazing around the room, I see all the places I’d like to fuck her.

  Bringing me back from my daydream, she emerges in a Clash T-shirt and gym shorts. “I have a T-shirt just like that.”

  “No you don’t,” she tells me with confidence.

  I’m surprised by her certainty. How would she know if I had one or not? “Really I do.”

  She stares at me and repeats, “No, you don’t. Because I stole this from you the night of Emerson and Dillon’s wedding. You don’t think I did the walk of shame in my bridesmaid dress, do you?”

  I let out a deep belly laugh. Her confidence is such a turn-on. Finally, I admit, “I didn’t even notice.”

  She steps in, circles her arms around my neck, and nibbles at my lower lip until I allow her entry and our tongues dance an aggressive tango in our mouths.