Sweetest Kisses

by Goode, Ella

  “You’ve got lipstick,” Lang tells Sokolov, motioning to his mouth. He shrugs, not caring.

  “Never thought I’d see the day. You’re both going down.” She laughs. “Not that I’m complaining. I’m going to enjoy living in paradise.” Susan Lang has worked off and on for me over the years at Sokolov’s suggestion. I thought she would be a perfect fit for Smooth when I couldn't be around. I am losing Sokolov. He hasn’t turned in his resignation but it is coming. It’s not like the man needs the money. I know he’s done military work over the years. Who knows what else? He works because he has nothing else to do. He has a certain skill set that is rare but not often needed. I know at least with him wrapped around Violet’s finger and her being Smooth’s best friend he will always be close. That eases my mind when it comes to the thought of losing him. The fact that he will still be around is comforting.

  “We’re ready!” Violet pops her head out to inform us.

  “I’m not going,” I tell her. If she thinks she’s walking down the aisle without me she’s lost her mind.

  “But-” Violet tries to protest.

  “It’s fine,” Smooth says as she swings the door open to reveal the soft cotton dress she has on. It’s simple and elegant. She looks beautiful beyond words. She has her hair down in loose waves with one side swept up and held together by a beautiful clip. There is a gorgeous wildflower placed there as well. My breath catches, knowing that she is minutes away from becoming mine. Her choice of dress brings a smile to my face. There isn't a thing she couldn't do in it and there is nothing stopping me from doing what I want to her while she’s in it. I’ve noticed she’s stopped with the pencil skirts. They restricted my access. She wants me to touch her all over so she’s switched over to more flowy things. I’m not complaining one single bit. The easier I can get my hands all over her, the better.

  I reach out and she takes my hand. “Go on.” She tells Sokolov and Violet to head toward the ceremony. I pull her into my arms.

  “This is going to be quick,” I inform her.

  “Good. I’m dying to know what you’ve been up to.” She smiles, letting me know she’s on to me.

  “I won’t make you wait. You want to know now, my Wildflower?”

  She nods. She doesn't like secrets when it comes to anything happening around the resort. She always wants to be in the know. The thing is, my surprise isn't happening at the resort. It is taking place a few miles away.

  “I’ve made plans. I know we have the suite for us. Which will work for a while but soon this family will grow.” My hand drops to her stomach. Hell, it could be growing right now for all I know. It’s not like we used protection and I’ve been inside of her more often than not. The thought of her having my seed inside of her has my cock getting hard. I quickly think of something else besides Smooth being round with my child.

  “I only bought the piece of land. I’d never start building without knowing what you want.”

  Her eyebrows raise up. She knows the land I’m talking about. It’s been for sale for years but no one has been willing to pay the price for it. It overlooks the ocean from up on a hill. You can even see the entire resort. It is a paradise of its own. I think everyone is waiting for a new resort to be built there. The only thing that is going to be constructed on that land is a slice of paradise for my wife and children. A place that is only for us. It doesn’t matter what the land cost me. It was worth every penny. This is her home and I am going to make sure that never changes. Now it will be our home for as long as she wants it to be. We will raise our family only miles from where my life began. I hadn’t been living until the day I met Smooth and now I want to make every day with her count more than the one before.

  “Marry me, Andrew.” She practically climbs me.

  “I’m walking you down the aisle,” I tell her.

  “Of course you are,” she says before she kisses me softly. “It’s you and me now. Where you go I go,” she tells me. “Even if that means one day you want to leave here. I’ll follow you because this place is not my home, but you. You’re more than my home. You’re my everything.”

  Her words almost bring me to my knees. If I wasn't holding such precious cargo I might have gone to them. She just handed me all of her trust. Some might think I’m crazy for falling in love so fast, but how could I not with a woman like her? She is more than smooth. She is priceless. She is and always will be my Wildflower.

  Sweet Kisses

  It only took one look from the unusual gaze of Violet Collins to snare Victor Sokolov. Unfortunately for the burly Russian security specialist, Violet doesn’t share the same instant attraction. She’s wary of attachments ever since her family exiled her a beach resort. While she doesn’t mind allowing him into her bed, her heart is off limits.

  Victor wants more than physical submission, he wants her love, and what Victor wants, Victor gets. He’ll fight to have Violet even if it means going up against her family because he needs to have her sweet kisses forever.

  Chapter 1

  Victor

  The noise in the suite is reaching ear piercing levels. I frown in annoyance at the chaos. My charge as head of security for Lennox Luxury Living is to ensure that my principal remains secure at all times. The easiest way to carry out this task is to put them in an empty room with no windows. Unfortunately, human beings enjoy interaction, which I do not understand, as people are trash and dealing with them for any extended amount of time is similar to rolling around in a dumpster.

  Lennox is a workaholic and for the most part, minus the no-windows bit, he lives in his office—which I find acceptable and why I’ve agreed to work with him. From time to time we travel to various sites—all of which I meticulously investigate ahead of time. Those are workable situations. Not my favorite, but as long as I’m given advance notice, I’m able to prepare.

  What is not workable are these...parties that involve small spaces, strangers, and drunkenness. I eye the entire crowd with suspicion, ready to take down anyone and eject them from the room forcibly.

  Lennox isn’t enjoying this event either. He’s merely here for his good friend and employee. This is another reason why human interaction should be avoided. Having friends requires you to do things you don’t ordinarily want to do.

  I am a loner by choice, not by accident. People do not interest me. Not men or women. They are a hassle, a distraction, and moreover, a waste of my time. I scan the room for any signs of suspicious people once again. I spot a man attempting to tear off a drunken woman’s dress.

  “We have a situation at ten o’clock. Male, about five foot ten, wearing a brown silk shirt, is about to engage in a level two assault of a nonconsensual female. Please address,” I say into my headpiece.

  “Roger that,” replies my man. I watch as Ted crosses to the couple and separates the two.

  “What should I do with him?” Ted’s voice asks through my earpiece.

  “Toss him out.” As we should with all trash.

  “Incoming,” another voice says.

  I turn to see Anna, Lennox’s assistant, enter. I give her a nod of acknowledgment.

  “Sokolov, I’m bringing in a new employee for Mr. Lennox to check out.”

  “Is the person on the list?” I flip open the clipboard. I believe in paper, old school tech, for these kinds of things.

  “Of course she’s on the list. Selena Smooth. She pretty much runs this place. I’m going to get her to take my place,” Anna whispers to me.

  “Good luck with that.” Mr. Lennox is a hard guy to please. He’d hired and fired about fifteen security firms before settling on mine.

  “Oh, I don’t need luck,” Anna replies with a grin.

  I don’t entirely know what that means. Sometimes people talk in codes that I don’t understand, but I don’t really care to be educated either. That’s unnecessary information. I only deal in necessities. And I don’t rely on luck.

  “You can bring her in.”

  Anna sighs. “You’re the hard
est part of this job, you know. Not everyone’s a threat, Victor.”

  “Everyone’s a threat. And it’s Sokolov,” I remind her. No one calls me Victor. Not even my mother.

  “Right. Right. I forget because normal people call each other by their first names after knowing each other for more than a month or so, let alone years.”

  I don’t reply because her complaint doesn’t require one. Or, at least, there is no reply that she would find acceptable. First names are an invited intimacy that I don’t wish to share with anyone. I would explain this to Anna but she would not understand--as evidenced by the fact that I am forced to call her Anna instead of Mueller, which is her surname.

  The door opens and a woman walks through. I allow her to approach Lennox. They exchange words. Anna is between me and Lennox so I’m forced to shove her aside as Smooth raises her arm to slap Lennox. I’m about to grab Smooth and throw her to the ground when I see Lennox wave me off with a slight shake of his head.

  I step back and watch as Smooth’s blow whips Lennox’s chin to right. He grins. I step back and take up my stance at the door. See, people are fucked up. Interaction with any human is highly overrated.

  The door to the suite opens again, just a sliver, and I see a small face peak inside. She peers around, her eyes growing as big as saucers when she spots me. She lets out a tiny squeak and then hurriedly backs away.

  “There’s a level one threat at the entrance. I’m checking out the disturbance. Have King come and cover for me.”

  “Yessir,” replies my right-hand man.

  I leave my spot and slip out the door. The girl is at the VIP elevators, frantically punching the down button. It takes only seconds for me to reach her. I grab her wrist and whip her around.

  “Name,” I order.

  “Wh-what?”

  Large, lavender eyes meet mine. I stumble back, nearly falling to the floor. Those eyes. I’ve never seen anything like them in my entire life. The earth shifts under my feet and my head swims. I give myself a shake and try to regain my footing.

  “Name,” I repeat, my voice taking on an odd hoarseness.

  “It’s Violet.”

  Violet. It’s perfect. The whirling in my head stops and I hear an audible click as the moving plates lock into place. The world settles and I see everything so clearly.

  “Violet.” It tastes like candy on my tongue.

  “Yes, Violet C—”

  I shake my head. “I don’t need to know your last name.”

  “Um, why not? Aren’t you the head of security for Lennox’s team?”

  “Yes.”

  I start walking. “Mark, I’ll be taking my break now. Please advise if anything unusual occurs or should you need my assistance.”

  “Break?” he asks in confusion. We don’t take breaks in my business.

  “Yes. Call in a replacement. Use Tucker. He’s the alternate on standby.”

  “Yessir.”

  There’s a small tug on my grip. I look down to see Violet trying to peel my fingers away from her wrist.

  “Sir, I belong here. I’m Smooth’s assistant. If you just look me up. It’s Violet C—”

  “I don’t need to know that,” I cut her off again.

  “But last names are important,” she protests.

  I open the door to the suite at the end of the hall and pull her inside. “I know,” I tell her once the door is shut behind us. “But yours will be Sokolov soon enough so it doesn’t matter what your name is now.”

  “Sokolov? Who is that?”

  “Me.”

  Chapter 2

  Violet

  “What’s with men always trying to marry me?” I absently ask the question. First my father tried to marry me off and now this man thinks out of nowhere that I’m going to marry him. It is the strangest thing. I have enough problems remembering to do things I need to do for myself, let alone a husband. Never mind the fact that I don’t even know this man.

  “I do not try to do things,” he responds. It’s direct but his face looks like he ate something he doesn’t like. It can’t be one of the appetizers at the bachelor party because we have one of the best chefs on staff. I might have taken the liberty of trying one of everything before it was delivered. Don’t judge me. It’s my job to make sure everything is good and that includes the food. My boss Smooth says I’m just doing a quality check. Sure. We can call it that if everyone wants to. “I do them.”

  “Me too!” Well, I try my best, at least. Sometimes I take on more than I can handle and a few small things slip through the cracks but I always fix them. Okay. Maybe I would be able to handle a husband. I am good at handling things for other people. That is my job though. I don’t think a husband is supposed to be a job. This wall standing in front of me sure looks like he’d be a lot to handle, yet for some reason I have the urge to try to do it. If my dad had offered me to someone who looked like Victor. I might have taken him up on that one.

  “Who else thinks to marry you?” His hand that is still holding mine tightens. I look down to see it engulfs my whole hand. The man really is a giant.

  “You’re big.” My eyes roam over his body. Not big like the guys who hang out at the pool or down by the gym. He is a whole other level of big. He’s massive. That’s the right word to describe him. I reach out and poke his barrel stomach. It’s hard but I don’t think there are abs. He’s solid like a mountain. I bet he could lift one.

  “You did not answer my question.” My eyes travel up his large chest to meet his dark gaze.

  “What?” I try and think. What did he ask me?

  “Who is trying to marry you?”

  “Oh!” I roll my eyes. “My dad.” I lean in. “He thinks I need a man to keep an eye on me. That I'm always getting myself into trouble. Maybe he’s right.” My shoulders drop. “That’s why I’m here. He put me into the dad witness protection program.” My hand flies over my mouth. I'm not supposed to say that. I haven’t even told Smooth why I am lying low at her resort.

  Victor’s eyes narrow on my face. His whole body goes tense. Maybe I’ve said too much. He could go digging for information. That is, after all, his job. He could probably know everything about me in a few seconds if he wants to. My eyes meet his dark gaze. Yeah. I’m not sure that anything will be able to slow him down.

  “Please don’t tell anyone that I’m hiding out,” I whisper. We’re alone in a suite he pulled me into. I know no one can hear us but it seems like something I should whisper. “My dad told me I’d be safe here. Everyone thinks I ran away.” I worry my bottom lip between my teeth.

  “O-kay,” he agrees.

  “Okay?” Well, that was easy.

  “For a kiss.” My mouth drops open. Maybe not so easy.

  “A kiss?” My face warms. Why does that make me turn a shade or two of pink? He told me moments ago we’re getting married but I think maybe he’s teasing. As my eyes search his face I come to the conclusion this man is likely not one that makes jokes about serious things.

  “A kiss.” His free hand that isn’t still holding mine comes to my hip. He pulls me into his big body. I have to let my head drop all the way back to look up at him. His hold on me is both possessive but soft. Gentle is not a word I would have ever thought to use to describe this man when I first saw him.

  “Your eyes,” I say. They look soft too. I no longer see that deadly assessing look they had.

  “My kiss, Kotyonok.”

  “Violet,” I correct. “You can’t call me another woman’s name and then kiss me.” I tisk him with a thump to his giant chest. This makes his lips curve up in a little smile.

  “Kotyonok means kitten in Russian.”

  “Oh.” I furrow my eyebrows together. “You call other people that?”

  “No, Kotyonok. Only you.”

  “Okay. Then you can have your kiss as payment.” I pucker up, thinking this is going to be one of those fast smacks on the lips. His mouth turns from the firm line to another smile. It makes his face light up f
or almost a second before it’s gone.

  I miss seeing more of it though because my stupid eyes fall closed when his mouth comes down on mine. He pulls me more into his hard body. I melt into him as my feet leave the ground. He makes it easier for his mouth to meet mine as he deepens the kiss. There is nothing quick about this. His tongue sweeps across my bottom lip. He may have picked me up on his own and pushed for this kiss but he is asking me to open my mouth for him. He’s silently willing me to give it to him. He wants my consent before he takes my mouth fully and I now want to know what he tastes like.

  I give him exactly that. My lips part for him, allowing his tongue to slide in and meet mine. Each new thing I discover about him is never what I expect it’s going to be. I thought our kiss would be rough and rugged, yet it’s nothing like that. His sweetness fills my mouth as he gently owns it. I realize now that he’s a gentle giant when it comes to me. I don’t know how I thought he would taste but it wasn’t of sticky sweet marshmallow. I moan into his mouth not only from what he’s doing to me but from the taste of one of my favorite desserts. I now know he stole some of the ones that were being passed around at the party. There has never been a kiss better than this in all of history. No one can top the taste of Victor mixed with a hint of mini smores. My mind drifts to how his giant hand looked picking up the tiny desserts and popping them into his mouth. I’m guessing by the way he’s devouring me right now that I look like one of those tiny little snacks to him.

  My tongue continues to tangle with his as I try my best to mimic his actions. This kiss is my first. I’m not counting the one that was stolen on the playground by Johnny when I was six years old. I’d pushed Johnny to the ground and sworn off boys at that time. I dig my hands into Victor’s shirt, not having any thoughts of pushing him anywhere. I feel him free my hair from its tie. The only thing I can think about is how I’m going to get more of his kisses without him realizing.