“It’s all for you, baby girl,” he said in a low voice that sent shivers down her spine.
She chewed on her lower lip. God, was she up for it? He was—definitely—up for it…
He covered her body with his, the hardness of his body brushed against the softness of hers. Man and woman. A groan fled his lips, the evidence he felt it, too. He wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
She linked her arms around him, and lifted her head to meet his. He captured her lips in his, provoking a short-circuit in her system. Her nipples puckered, her breasts heavy and full. “Beck.” She called him between kisses.
He lowered himself on her, kissing her chin, her neck, the valley between her breasts. She sensually arched her body to him, her silent, shameless offer. Of course, Beck had other plans…
She caught a glimpse of his wicked grin when he disappeared between her legs, and nudged her thighs apart. She drew in a breath, unsure if she should let him continue or suggest they just got the first time over with.
“Relax,” he said, probably sensing her insecurity.
“I want you so much, I’m afraid I’ll let you down,” she said, hating herself for saying those words.
Beck lifted his head to face her. The moment her gaze met his, a part of her melted foolishly. Deliciously. There it was, that dangerous flick in his gorgeous eyes. The look of a man who couldn’t wait to feast on his woman.
She nodded at him.
He descended between the V of her thighs again, and French kissed her pussy.
A shot of arousal, stronger than the one from before, traveled through her bloodstream. He flicked her clit with his thumb, and a succession of moans fled her mouth. God. He ravished her in the most carnal and intimate way a man could a woman.
She remembered when she watched a cable movie with Aunt once, and the actors suggested oral sex. The mere suggestion had her aunt shake her head and change the channel until the scene had changed. Back then, in her early teens, Clarissa had wondered why the bitter woman made such a big deal.
Now, she knew. Beck lapped his tongue at her, licking her wet folds without mercy, as his thumb teased her clit. She squirmed under his touch, moving her head from side to side because stillness wasn’t an option. Not when extraordinary sensations filled her to the max.
“Beck… this… is… oh.” She tried to string words together, but he intensified the playing with her bundle of nerves until the pressure built so much it exploded inside her, within her, though her.
She called his name, moaning, feeling like some sort of adult star actress after finishing a coveted scene. His touch on her made her sexy, cherished, passionate. He stood up, and rolled a condom on his cock.
He covered her again. She wrapped her legs around him, ready to welcome him. He placed the tip of his cock near her entrance, and the simple contact belted a wave of desire through her. “I’ll be as slow as possible.”
She squeezed his shoulders. “Slow only makes me want you to go fast.”
He kissed her nose. He began to thrust into her, and her oxygen suddenly was in short supply. He peppered kisses on her cheeks, forehead and at last, lips. She guessed he did so to divert the discomfort of his deepening thrust. When he drove himself past her breach, a sharp ache stabbed her.
“How are you doing?” he asked, and stopped any movement.
She glanced at him. He offered her a grin, but the contours of his face hardened, his eyes dilated. Obviously, he tried to exercise his self-control—even a newbie like her understood.
She’d never experienced this… fullness before. Her slick walls stretched, adjusting to him. At last, he moved again, withdrawing himself from her. Did he change his mind?
She parted her lips to speak, then he surprised her by plunging into her, this time making her pussy throb in a different way than it had when he broke her hymen. She bit her fingers into his shoulders, bringing him closer, and loving having him inside her.
“You’re so tight, baby. I’ll try to go all the way in.”
All the way in? “I thought you already were.”
He chuckled. “Off by a few inches. Almost there. I don’t want to hurt you.”
He slid his hand down to her pussy, and began teasing her clit again. Her shoulders sagged on the mattress. A moan of pure delight fled her lips, and he withdrew again, to return into her quickly—he filled her more. Deeper. Harder.
He hissed out. “Fuck yeah.”
Sweat slicked his forehead, arms and legs. She scratched his back each time he thrust into her. The pain gave way to pleasure, to the electrifying awareness of him. He intensified the flicks on her clit, his strokes in tandem with how he drove himself inside her sex. She felt the same pressure from earlier returning—starting in her core, then soon bubbling and bursting through the rest of her body. Overwhelmed, she let the powerful waves of climax ride her, her body quivering.
He increased the pace, and soon he gave her one last, powerful plunge as he threw his head back and groaned.
For a while, they remained silent, their limbs entangled. She played with his hair, enjoying the after-sex bliss. He was still inside her, and she didn’t want him to move. She knew he had to—to dispose of the condom, of course. Yet, the nearness to him was addictive.
“I feared this would happen,” he said, breaking the silence.
“What?”
He propped himself on his elbows and stared at her. His eyes seemed… kinder. “We’d have sex, and I’d no longer be mad at you.”
“Do you think this was part of a coldly executed plan to make you forget everything else?”
“I don’t know. I do think being with you makes me forget everything else,” he said, and her heart sung in response.
“Then we should forget together. For as long as we can.”
“I’m home,” Beck announced as he walked into his apartment. For the past three weeks, he’d become more eager to make home in a reasonable hour than he’d ever been. Clarissa had a penchant for over-the-top reality shows and she tended to leave her hair products scattered all over his bathroom countertop. So far, those were the only downsides of having her around.
He bit back a smile. A few bridal magazines crowded the coffee table. In a week, they’d get married in a church. Her father had insisted on it, and Clarissa and his mother had planned the ceremony together.
“You’re early,” she said, coming from the bedroom. She had on a white robe, and her hair fell on luscious waves down her shoulders.
“I missed you,” he said, pulling her to himself.
She hugged him and stood on her tiptoes to kiss his chin. “Hhhhmmm…”
He opened her robe, and slid it off her tempting body.
“I was going to cook dinner.”
“We can order in.”
She flashed him a delicious smile. God, how had he come to be addicted to this woman… Smart, determined, and sexy as fuck.
Clarissa embodied the need he never thought he’d had.
He braced her against the wall, and kissed her hard, their tongues melding and swirling together. The past weeks, he’d screwed her many times like this—immediately after work, with her naked and he, fully dressed, against the wall or leaning into some furniture.
She touched him, her hands hovering around his chest. “You did miss me,” she said, as his hard-on pressed against her bare flesh.
He shouldn’t give her so much control as to tell her his emotions. Growing up, he always preferred to preserve them rather than expose them. She brought a side of him that just didn’t care.
“I think you should be recompensed for all your hard work.”
She turned around and slammed him against the wall, then lowered herself on his body until she kneeled in front of him. She unzipped and pulled down his pants, and he moaned. Clarissa hadn’t needed much lessons to become a pro at oral sex.
She brought him into her mouth and touched him simultaneously.
“Oh yeah… You suck so good.”
His gut clenched. “Fuck. Baby, I’m coming in your mouth.”
Ripples of pleasure swirled through his body until they exploded into a glorious tsunami. His body shook, and he spilled himself into her warm mouth as she took all of it, eagerly.
He breathed unevenly, focusing on staying upright when she massaged his balls. Never had a woman aroused him at such a carnal level. She stood up, and the mischievous gleam in her hazel eyes ignited a fire in his chest.
“Turn around, gorgeous. It’s time to see how wet you are for me.”
She did as told, propping her elbows on the back of the sofa. He nudged her thighs apart and inserted a couple of fingers in her cunt. She let out a sexy moan and undulated her hips. He’d come to know her body and her preferences.
Seducing a virgin had never appealed to him, yet in their case, he couldn’t take the credit. She’d seduced him, and he’d been unable to resist.
Beck added one more finger and teased her, his fingers sliding in and out of her soaking wet center. She whimpered, her tits shaking because of her movement.
Soon, he found himself hardening again. He plunged his cock inside her, and they both moaned in tandem. That feeling of utter completion the moment they joined never got old.
“Yes.”
He moved inside her, draping over her to caress her breasts. He licked her neck, cupping her breasts. “You’re so hot, baby.” She was. She’d just swallowed his cum, and there she was, squirming, all soft and warm and inviting.
She banged her hips into him, and soon they were moving in the same rhythm, faster, deeper. “This is so good, babe. Does it ever stop being so good?” she asked as he pounded her hot pussy.
“Never,” he said, but what he meant to respond was, not with them. Her moans announced her orgasm, and with a last, powerful thrust he spilled himself inside her. He was falling for her. And he loved fucking her. He made the silent vow to fuck her until his last breath.
6
Clarissa entered her father’s office.
“Have you secured the Wesley account?” her father asked.
She sat on the oversize chair across from him. “Yes. Contract came in this morning.” Two months into the fake marriage, and a month into her work as the VP of Bianca Jewelry. At first, the employees and clients gave her the cold shoulder because of her young age. Thankfully, she showed them she wasn’t afraid to work hard. Her determination paid off.
Besides, working at the company her mother founded brought them closer together. She understood why this had meant so much to her mother.
“There’s something I want to tell you,” Papa said.
She opened her briefcase and retrieved her laptop. “What is it?”
He waved her off, like she wouldn’t need to compare any notes or open any files. Ever since her wedding, they hadn’t had many personal conversations. “I’m sorry I sent you to live with your aunt.”
Clarissa squared her shoulders. Oh. One of those conversations.
She leaned closer to her father, as if she could hear him better. Because there was no way she’d heard him correctly. Was there?
A pang of hope zapped through her. “That’s a little bit late.”
He glanced at the rug. “I know. You must understand, I wanted to keep you safe. With my occupation and your mother gone, I knew you needed a female figure in your life.”
Female figure? Sadness welled up her throat. “I needed love. What I got was a drill sergeant.” A religious nut job, she added inwardly. Bless her aunt, who now rested at a house because of her early onset Parkinson’s Disease. While she’d vowed to visit her aunt once in a while, she had a hard time letting go of internalized resentment.
His eyebrows furrowed. “My sister meant well. She grew up in a different time.”
“Why are you saying this now?”
He stood from his chair, and walked around the desk. She motioned to stand, but he pulled the chair next to her and sat instead. “Because you’re a young married woman. You’ll have children someday.”
A long time from now. “And you don’t want me to keep them from you?” she asked, hating how bitter she sounded. Why else did her father all of a sudden worry about her feelings?
He let out a frustrated sigh, and looked away before his gaze returned to hers. In his eyes, she saw a flicker of regret. Her stomach curled. “I don’t want you to make the same mistakes, bambina.”
“I can’t have kids and have you in their lives if you continue with your side business, Papa. That wouldn’t be fair to them,” she said in a determined voice. Her father had kept her away for her safety. She could have been used by someone who wanted to hurt him. But, now her position in the company had garnished attention. She was no longer a child. However, she wouldn’t allow her children to live in fear someone might hurt them.
“I know. I intend on quitting my… less legal business transactions. I’ve already started to look into it.”
“Why now?” Why hadn’t her been enough for him to change his ways. “You could have done so after Mom died.”
He held out her hand in his. Tears brimmed his eyes. “No one makes the right decisions when they’re consumed by grief,” he said, choking out the words.
Clarissa opened her arms, and hugged him. It was time to let go of the pain she’d carried inside her all those years. One day she’d have children, yes, and she’d hate for them to inherent resentment. Her father had done her wrong, but he was making amends.
He held her tight, quietly, for what felt like a long time. When he let go of her, his face flushed, and more tears rolled down his cheeks. Damn it. This had to be difficult for him, too.
“Thanks, Papa.”
“Thank you, my dear,” he said, and kissed the back of her hand. “You and your husband will be the future of this company.”
Clarissa blinked. “My husband?”
“I’ve finally given him my account this morning. He’ll make partner at his firm.”
Guilt clogged her throat. Her father thought they had married because they’d wanted to… not because of an impulsive scheme. During the past weeks, she had fallen for Beck—for his gorgeous smile, his smart way to deal with things, the way he always made her coffee in the morning even if he was late for work.
Was she about to lose it all? If they both got what they wanted, why else to keep the marriage? They’d verbally agree to a minimum of six months, but they’d reached their goals quicker. Her father had made her VP, and had given Beck and his firm the account.
Clarissa’s chest tightened like a Grand Piano sat on it. She’d never imagined getting what she wanted would be so painful.
“Congratulations are in order,” Carey, a junior associate said, after they finished going through a case. “I heard you nailed your father-in-law’s account.”
Beck nodded. He’d heard from Garubo that morning, and met with his now-partners. They hadn’t made an announcement yet, and Carey already knew? “It’s not official yet. But thanks.”
Carey’s hand flew to his mouth. He probably realized Beck didn’t appreciate office gossip. “I’m sorry. Good news travel fast.”
Beck stood up from his chair, hoping the nosy associate would get the hint. “It appears they do.”
“Right. I’ll get on this,” he said, pointing to the manila folder in his right hand. “I see you around.”
Carey left his office, and Beck sat back, rocking in his chair. Soon, he’d move to a much bigger office. Not that there was anything wrong with his—it was spacious, clean, and because of its location in the older part of the office, it still warranted him privacy. Besides a nice large window, the apparent brick walls and door allowed him to work without being interrupted.
He smoothed over his tie. He expected for
an immense happiness to fill him. Hell, he’d made it—he got to where he wanted without his father’s influence. He proved it to anyone, and himself, he could.
Beck let out a breath.
Soon, his marriage to her would be over.
What if it didn’t have to?
They hadn’t said the L word to each other, but he knew—he felt— it. Never had he rushed home to be with someone like he did with Clarissa. Most of the time they screwed, but he also enjoyed watching her cook dinner or even checking on his phone, knowing she was next to him, working on her computer.
Maybe she didn’t feel the same way. Maybe once she got what she wanted—and as VP she’d started to—, she’d ask for the divorce. Why not? She was young, he had been her first and maybe she wanted to do all the things someone her age should have done: to date, to make mistakes, to deal with different relationships.
He curled his fingers into a fist, and slammed it on the desk. Fuck. His winning the partnership, reaching that milestone put him one step closer to losing her. Did he really have the heart to keep her to himself if that was not her wish?
“Beck, your wife is here,” the voice of his assistant Pat sounded on the sleek intercom.
“Let her in.”
Soon, Clarissa opened the door and walked inside. A cherry red dress hugged her curves without squeezing them. His blood pumped in his veins. God, she was beautiful.
“How are you?” he asked, surging to his feet.
He expected her to flash him a bright smile and throw herself in his arms as usual. She walked in with small steps, hesitantly. Her lips trembled into a smile, like she forced herself to be positive. “What happened?”
He motioned to hold her, but she stepped back. His back stiffened. What the hell? “Tell me,” he said, impatient.
She chewed on her lower lips, her eyes glossy. Had she been crying. “Sorry. I just want to keep composure while doing this.”
Composure? He scratched his head, not liking the sound of it. Not one bit.
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