by Sam Crescent
Moving her hand out of the way, he pulled her back, put the tip of his cock at her entrance, and slammed in deep. They hadn’t had sex in several days, as they’d been busy, and he was desperate to feel her, to be inside her.
“Fuck, baby, that is so what I need.” Sinking his fingers into her hair, he fucked her hard while kissing her lips. She lifted up, thrusting onto his cock. He couldn’t get deep enough.
He pulled out of her, moved her so that she was bent over his desk, and pounded to the hilt inside her. Gripping her hip, he tilted her head so that he could claim her lips. This woman was all his, and he was never going to allow another man to know how precious she was. That was all for him, and he was a selfish enough bastard that he would never let her the fuck go.
“You’re all mine, baby, all fucking mine.”
She whimpered. Sliding a hand between her thighs, he teased her clit, feeling the answering clench around his dick as he continued to fuck her.
“Yeah, that’s right. Your body knows who you belong to, Bella.”
“You, Kirk. I’m all yours.”
She cried out as he pinched her clit, then soothed it out with his fingers. He’d never told another woman that he loved them before. Bella was the first, and he knew deep in his heart that she’d be the last.
He’d found that one special woman who meant the world to him, and there was no way in hell he’d ever let her go.
Kirk thrust hard and deep, waiting for her to find her release before allowing himself to find his own. When she came on his cock, squeezing him hard, only then did he allow himself to come.
****
Moving in with Kirk was kind of surreal to Bella. At first, she thought it might be a big mistake because they’d barely known each other, but as time went on, her love for him only grew stronger.
He’d quit the porn—she’d not asked him to—and she’d also decided against doing any more scenes. She’d gotten lucky in finding the man she loved in that one day of filming. Chad had also been a lifesaver. The money Eric made from selling their film helped her settle her debts. Also, she was working again for Lindsey in her office. Lindsey didn’t just manage porn stars but also models and struggling actresses; it went across the board. Bella loved working even though Kirk told her she didn’t have to.
Kirk also helped her to build her confidence so when they were seen together and noticed, she didn’t run and hide. She no longer felt ashamed of the film her ex unleashed.
Speaking of her ex, she’d had a run-in with him in the park while out walking with Kirk.
“Bella,” Eric said, forcing her to stop.
Kirk stood by her side, his hand on her back.
“What do you want, Eric?” she asked.
“You mean this is ex Eric? Ex who sold your sex tape and made your life a misery, Eric?” Kirk asked.
“The very one.”
“I’m sorry, Bella. I had no idea—”
“You cheated on me, and instead of deleting it, you decided to use it because I wouldn’t stay with your cheating ass? I lost my apartment, my career; I lost everything because of you.” She shook her head as she stared at him. “You know what, you’re not worth it because if you’d not done all of that, I wouldn’t be where I am today, and I am a lot happier.”
Of course, Kirk had to have the last laugh. He shook a surprised Eric’s hand before punching him in the face. Afterward he’d called Chad in case of a lawsuit, but none was filed and that was the last she heard from him.
“What are you thinking?” Kirk asked.
They sat in an Italian restaurant celebrating the past year together. She couldn’t believe it had already been a year since she’d been on set with him making a porn flick.
“Just the incident in the park the other month,” she said.
“With Eric?”
She nodded.
“I spoke to Chad, and nothing has ever come of it. Clearly, he realized he needed a punch in his smug fucking face, but then, if he’d seen our film, I’m sure he’d be having a pity party right now.”
“I still can’t believe you punched him.”
“He deserved it, and you know a lot of guys would have applauded him for what he did. There would also be a whole bunch that hated him for it, and I’m one of them.”
The waiter brought them over their food, and she thanked him.
Kirk poured her out a generous glassful of wine, and she noticed his hand was shaking a little bit.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, of course.”
She could tell something was off with him. “Are you wanting to break up?” They’d been together for a year, and a lot had changed between them. She thought they were doing really good, but now she was starting to freak as she didn’t know what to think about what was going on.
“No, of course not,” Kirk said as he looked at her. “Breaking up is the last thing on my mind.”
“But you’re shaking and you look nervous. You never look like that, and okay, I’m starting to freak out a little bit. You didn’t have to bring me to a fancy restaurant to do that. I’m a normal girl. You could break up by text or email or to my face at home.”
“I don’t want to break up with you, woman.” His hand went into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. “Because I want to ask you to marry me instead.”
This made her silent. Her mouth fell open, then closed, then open.
“Marry you?”
“Yes. I love you, Bella. There’s no one else that I want to spend the rest of my life with, so I’m nervous. I’m forty-one years old, and I’ve never asked a woman to marry me before. You’re the love of my life, and I’ve never loved any woman the way I love you. You’re my soul mate.”
Tears filled her eyes.
“I’m also nervous because I don’t want you to say no. I’ve never done this, but I’ve got a fifty-fifty shot at you saying no, and I don’t want that.” He held the ring up. “So, Bella, I was wondering if you would be willing to give me a chance?”
She stared at him and couldn’t believe that he was asking her this question or that he had any doubt.
“Yes.”
“What?” he asked, making her chuckle.
“Yes, a hundred percent, thousand percent, how could you ever doubt percent, yes. Yes, I will marry you. Yes, yes, yes, yes.”
He got up from the table, cupped her face, and kissed her. She was aware of people watching them, but she didn’t care.
The man she loved more than anything in the world had just proposed to her.
Kirk pulled away. “She just said yes. A big fat yes.”
The restaurant erupted into applause, and she couldn’t wipe the smile off her face.
“I’m going to make you the happiest woman on earth.”
“What do you mean ‘going to make’? I am the happiest woman on earth.” She tilted her head back, kissing him again.
The waiters came out with a bottle of champagne, a huge round of congratulations, and throughout it all, Kirk held her hand and she felt completely at peace with her life and what she’d done.
“I love you, Bella, more than anything.”
And she loved him too, with her whole heart.
Epilogue
Twenty years later
“I can’t believe we’re watching our son go off to prom,” Kirk said, wrapping his arm around his wife.
“Yeah, and next year you’re going to have to let our daughter go,” Bella said.
His wife rubbed his chest and smiled up at him. He didn’t like the thought of his little girl having a boy around. Having kids was supposed to be fun, but after four of them, Kirk could see that while they were fun, yet as they got older they were incredibly stressful. When it came to his girls, he knew what men were all about, so he had to protect his daughters.
He now owned a shotgun and he liked to make sure anyone who called around knew it. Then again, he also didn’t like the thought of his sons treating any girl badly either.
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nbsp; Entering their home, he settled down on the sofa with Bella curled up against him. They were alone in their home. It wasn’t often that happened, but they were right now, and as he stroked her arm, he thought about their life over the past twenty years.
It hadn’t always been easy with them, but no marriage was. They’d struggled on the decision to have kids, and they’d even considered their lives in porn before having them. Their children were aware of what they did, and for a short time it had been a tense couple of weeks. Of course, as with all things, his kids had come around. They’d asked a bunch of questions, and he and Bella answered them.
“Twenty years,” Bella said.
“Yeah, are you ready for another forty?” Kirk asked.
Her blue eyes were still the most beautiful he’d ever seen. Her curvy body, even though they’d gotten older, still got him hard.
“Are you ready for another forty years?” Her brow was raised, but he saw the spark of arousal in her eyes. His woman wanted him, and with how hard he was, he wanted inside her.
He took her hand, placing it over his dick. “We’re all alone in our home for the first time in eighteen years. I want you so badly, and tonight I’m going to take you in every single room of the house.” He cupped her face, pulling her over to straddle him.
The next forty years promised to be just as hard, just as pleasurable, and filled with as much love, if not more than the last twenty he shared with her.
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 h
is 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.
****
Adora Garcia had three major assignments due in the next two weeks, so her desk and laptop were going to be her best friends for a while. She’d been studying all morning, empty coffee cups and balls of scrunched up paper hiding her cellphone. When it began to ring, she remembered the promise to pick her mother up from work while her car was in the shop.
She drove out to the waterfront where her mother worked cleaning Tobias Bennett’s condo three days a week and every Saturday. Adora hated driving in the downtown core, but it was the least she could do for the woman who raised her single-handedly, working her fingers to the bone to provide the basics.
“Can I help you?”
