Filthy Rich Alpha
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Finally, a small kitchenette was already stocked with a variety of fine wines, premium spirits, snacks, and teas. They were all her favorites, right down to the brand. Branden must have tailored the selection to their liking when he made the reservations, and his attention to the smallest detail, all designed to spoil her rotten, made her heart clench and then expand. Branden slipped the young man a tip, a very large one judging from the look on the other man’s face, and asked that they not be disturbed again. The young man explained their “walkie-talkie” system, saying that guests wouldn’t be bothered unless the guest initiated contact with the staff.
When they young man was gone, Cara turned to Branden. “This is incredible.”
“It is beautiful, isn’t it?”
“Yes, although I’m not even sure beautiful covers it. Just look out there,” she said as she stared out the big glass windows. “Can we go for a walk?” she asked excitedly.
He hugged her from behind, resting his chin on the top of her head. “Walking wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but there’s plenty of time. This is your vacation, Cara. I want you to do whatever you want.”
She sighed and turned her head to receive his kiss. He pulled open the glass doors and gave her a little nudge. She stepped onto the veranda and bent down to slip off her shoes. When she straightened she caught Branden staring at her behind.
“Like what you see?” she teased.
Branden made a growling sound deep in his throat.
Cara smiled and held out her hand. “Come on, let’s walk.”
After sliding off his own shoes, Branden took her hand. As they walked, the sand slipped between their toes and the warm, clear water lapped at their feet. A small breeze played lightly through Cara’s hair.
She suddenly felt a raindrop on her face and wiped it away. A few clouds had moved in while they walked.
“Do you want to go back inside?” Branden asked.
She shook her head and tilted her head back so her face pointed toward the clouds. The drizzle of rain was light, the air warm. Both caused Cara’s thin cotton dress to stick to her curves. The wind shifted in intensity, spattering her with raindrops—warm, wet, heavy raindrops that plopped on her skin like a happy song, sending joyful sensations shooting across her skin.
It hit her—she was alive.
Alive, and full of energy.
Alive, and with Branden Duke by her side.
Gaunt hadn’t won. She had. She’d faced her enemy with a show of force, unlike her father. Sure, she’d been wounded along the way, but she’d ultimately won. No more hiding behind her conservative clothes and quiet demeanor, no more playing the part of the “nice girl.” No more withdrawing from emotional connections just because someone might hurt her.
No, she was done avoiding life.
Years ago, because her father hadn’t fought back, Carl Davies had succeeded in ruining the happiness of her entire family.
But when Mike Gaunt had tried to ruin her life, she’d finally fought back.
And there was no stopping her now.
She turned and faced Branden, who stared at her with a perplexed look, as if surprised by the joy she knew was suddenly written across her face. She knew he’d been worried about her the past week. Worried that Gaunt’s attack had irreparably damaged her. Worried that the rift Gaunt had built between them with uncertainty and fear would tear them apart when they’d only just found each other.
He didn’t have cause to worry.
The patience and gentleness he’d shown her had only strengthened her resolve—Branden Duke was hers and they were going to spend their time together with joy. She wasn’t going to let anything—be it her fear of the intensity of her feelings for him or her own unease at how ridiculously wealthy he was—stand in the way of her exploring the possibilities that were Branden.
Mike Gaunt, in his odd way, had taught her to let go of fear. To let in love.
With an impish glance at Branden, she untied the strings that attached behind her neck and let her dress fall to the ground, leaving her standing on the beach in a very thin white lace bra and matching thong.
A flicker of surprise flashed across Branden’s face and she laughed. She placed her hands of her hips. “What? This beach is private, right?”
“It certainly is.” He stepped toward her, narrowing his eyes when she playfully backed away.
“The water looks so amazing,” she said. “Can we go for a swim?”
“Whatever you want, angel. Remember?”
She waded slowly into the water and looked back over her shoulder to see Branden slipping off his shirt. “It’s like bathwater, Branden. Come in!”
After stripping down to his black boxers, he waded into the water with her. “Damn, that’s nice,” he said with a grin, but he was staring at the outline of her nipples showing through her white bra.
She splashed water at him. “Such a lech.”
“Just stating the truth, baby.” He reached out to grab her.
She took a step back and he lunged at her. Squealing, she tried to run away. His hands closed around her waist and pulled her back into him. He held her tightly, his erection throbbing against the curve of her ass, the gentle motion of the waves creating a soft humping motion.
She laid her head backward on his shoulder and closed her eyes. His hand glided across the soft, wet skin of her stomach and settled just below her breast. Cara reached for his other hand and brought it up to her lips. She kissed the tip of each of his fingers before sucking the middle one into her mouth and stroking it with her tongue.
His cock jumped as if anticipating when it would be its turn. She gave his finger one last flick of her tongue before Branden lowered both hands to cup her breasts. Cara reached back between them and unhooked her bra, letting it drop into the water. Branden ground his palms against her hard nipples. When he kissed and nibbled on her shoulder, she pressed back into him even harder, moaning out, “Oh, God, Branden. That feels so good!”
Her breathing grew more ragged with every twist and pull and stroke of his hand. She cried out loudly when he took one of her nipples, twisting it vigorously between his fingers, pulling on it, stretching it. His hips rocked gently into her.
When he flipped her around, she wrapped her arms around his neck and rose on her toes to kiss him. Cara shuddered as Branden sucked her bottom lip into his mouth then ran his tongue across it with teasing licks as he held it between his teeth.
Cara reached down and ran her hand along the shaft of his cock, and he moaned loudly. His kiss became more voracious, his tongue plunging in as deeply as it could. Reaching down, he grabbed her ass with one hand; with the other he ripped off the thin material of her thong and let it join the bra in the depths of the sea.
Branden lifted her, and Cara wrapped her legs around his waist even as he gripped the back of her neck, controlling the angle of their kiss. She pulled back for a second, gulping for air, and then she began to kiss his neck and shoulders, scraping her teeth gently across as she did.
He pushed her higher until her breasts were level with his face. He kissed each breast and then drew one nipple into his mouth even as he slid a hand between her legs and a finger along her lips, teasing her swollen clit. Cara threw her head back, making little sounds of pleasure as she slipped into another dimension. She cried out loudly as he finally took her clit in between two fingers and began to rub it.
“Oh, Branden. Yes!”
“You like that, angel?”
“Yes!”
“How about this?” he asked, suddenly applying more pressure to her swollen clit and then biting down on her nipple.
She became a wild woman in his arms, writhing and arching, her fingernails digging deep into his broad shoulders. She hardly noticed as he carried her out of the water and back up to the shore. “You’re the sexiest woman in the world, Cara. And you’re mine.”
“Yes, Branden, I am yours. Always.”
He held out his hand. She took it. He helped h
er up and pulled her against him for another hot kiss.
Still holding her hand, he led her over to their private veranda and sat down on one of the overstuffed chaise lounges. Lying back, he stretched out his long legs before reaching for her again. She straddled his lap, dangling her legs off each side of the chair. Hands on her hips, Branden lifted her up before settling her down on his hard length. Cara used her legs to push up and down, and they both cried out in ecstasy.
The rest of the world ceased to exist.
Her entire being was focused on Branden, sensations surging through her body, each nerve standing on end, exposed, feeling everything.
Gradually, their pace increased even as their rhythm grew more erratic. He groaned and she felt his body tense.
“Oh baby, I’m going to come. Come with me…”
Cara bounced harder. Branden groaned louder. Within seconds they both exploded, hotly and loudly, reveling in the fact that this was only the beginning of their vacation.
Only the beginning of their lives together.
Branden pulled her gently up his body and cupped her face, staring into her eyes. “I love you, Cara.”
Cara had never felt as happy as she did in that moment. Never felt as safe. Never felt as loved.
“I love you, too, Branden. So much.”
She laid her head on his chest, sighing as he ran his fingers through her hair.
Her life had radically changed the moment she met Branden Duke. While she couldn’t say it would be smooth sailing for them from here on out, she was looking forward to every single moment of the incredible journey of living life at Branden’s side. And that made her the richest woman in the world.
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Filthy Rich Alpha, Filthy Rich Ed 2
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