Beautiful Mistakes: Contemporary Romance Boxset Books 1-4

by Victoria Snow

  “You always do.”

  “And I always will,” I assured her, bending in half so I could catch her lips in mine and putting more pressure on that sensitive little clit of hers.

  That was apparently all she needed, because soon she was bucking against me, crying out hoarsely as her walls fluttered all around me. It was the most exquisite torture, and soon I was pouring into her, my teeth burying themselves in her neck as my orgasm completely overtook me.

  God damn, it was still so good even after all this time. I held her in place, having her take all of it until I was completely spent, and then I let myself sink to the side, rolling her with me. I wanted to stay inside of her until I too soft to do so and fell out. I wanted us to be connected.

  “Thank you,” she murmured sleepily, curling into my chest, one of her shapely legs draped over my hips.

  “You’re welcome,” I answered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Whatever you want, I’ll give you.”

  “Careful, I think you’ll find I want a whole lot.”

  I chuckled at that. That was a lie if I ever heard one. “That’s perfectly fine with me.” I answered, kissing her tenderly once more before we both started to settle down. And it was like that we both drifted off, contentment washing through me. And this time, I knew for a fact that she would still be there in the morning.

  It was a good feeling.

  Epilogue

  Amber

  I couldn’t believe where I was. After everything that I had been through, the death of my mother, moving from Toronto to America. Going from living with my father to my Aunt. Growing up. Graduating. Making my own company with a couple of partners. It was all so much, and it had made me what I was, but I couldn’t help the incredulity washing over me. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to break down and cry or start to scream in joy.

  It was… it was a lot to take in, okay?

  I was now head of a stunt department for a major movie trilogy that was supposed to be a huge blockbuster. It was a highly coveted position, with about nine different battles and over a dozen different fights. It could end up being a career defining moment, and my partners were happy to take care of most of the busy work at our company while I worked on the trilogy for the next few years. I couldn’t believe my luck. After all the years I worked in the industry and never receiving proper recognition, I somehow landed this gig. I had a pretty good idea that it was a combination of that commercial that started it all, and also being the wife of one of the most popular MMA fighters in the industry.

  While I loved getting right into the action, it was nice to be back behind the scenes again for a bit. I still pitched in as a body double or extra every now and then, but we’d just wrapped the first film and I had managed to only give in twice. It was nice not to come home sore and beaten and throbbing. It also gave me more energy and time to tend to both Mickey and our beautiful, perfect little girl.

  She was just seven months old, but she already had her hulking daddy wrapped around her chubby little fingers. He was so sweet to her, so doting, that it made my heart swell every time they were together.

  Which was often, by the way. I thought that perhaps, with Mickey’s career really taking off, that he would be home less than ever. But he made us a priority, and honestly every time I thought about it, I could just melt.

  I headed home, bobbing my head to a jazzy song while I thought of what I could make for dinner. I just barely pulled into the drive when I got a text from him.

  Hey, let’s go to that diner you like for dinner. It’ll be a nice change and get us out of the house. I’ve already got Max with me.

  I rolled my eyes fondly, it figured he hadn’t been able to catch me before I left work, and I warned him that he shouldn’t expect me in anything fancy. Although I loved getting dolled up for him, and how he showed me off like I was the most beautiful woman in the world, I was already so exhausted. If I fiddled with an outfit and make up, I might pass out at my vanity again.

  I’d only done it twice, and one of the times had been because I was pregnant and didn’t know it, but Mickey never let me forget it.

  An hour later I was freshly showered and heading out. Thankfully, the ever-present traffic had died down and not too much after that, I parked at the diner Mickey knew I loved. He was just so thoughtful like that. I’d never said it out loud, never really thought about it, and yet he knew.

  As I entered the 50’s era inspired restaurant, I spotted Mickey and our daughter sitting in a corner booth. I smiled and felt a flood of warmth envelope me.

  Mickey was playing with Max -short for Matilda somehow, after my mother- and I could hear her loud giggles from the door. I waved at Mickey and made my way to their corner. I stooped down, giving Mickey a quick kiss on the lips and then planted a multitude of wet sloppy pecks on Max’s big baby forehead.

  “You seem to be chipper today,” Mickey teased.

  I grinned and sat in the booth opposite him.

  “I have a good reason to be.”

  “Oh?”

  I held up my hand like I was about to whisper a secret, “We wrapped up the last of the first film. We’ll have a big celebration for it tomorrow.”

  Mickey’s eyes widened and a grin split across his face. If he was in a cartoon, he’d have those massive sparkles in his eyes.

  “That’s amazing! You’ve been working so hard! I think you mentioned there would be a month or so breath before they rolled right into the next one?”

  I nodded. “Yeah, the studio is pretty damn assured of its success, so they want to be able to put a sequel out within a year. It’s crazy to think of how fast it’s all going.”

  “Yeah, it really is, isn’t it?” He took my hands in his and I stared, mesmerized at the pure, unadulterated joy on his face. I don’t know how I got so lucky. Mickey at times reminded me of a friendly dog. Like a really big one that would plow you over when you get home because he was so damn happy to see you. It was still mind boggling to me that my big, loving husband was sweeter than sugar to me, but absolutely terrifying in the ring.

  “I’m so happy for you baby.” We shared a smile and I looked at Max, who was cooing as if she was in on the conversation as well. Chuckling, I scooped her up and held her against my torso.

  Our waiter came and took our orders. We decided to have breakfast for dinner and go all out. I explained more details about the next film to Mickey and asked him what the two of them got up too while I was gone. Also, what we should do while we both had the next couple of weeks off. A trip maybe? We hadn’t taken one since before Max was born.

  Mickey answered happily, fully invested in the conversation. I knew some women griped that their partner never listened to them, but Mickey was never like that. The only thing he would do was stop every now and then to make faces at Max -which never failed to make her squeal with delight.

  I always loved watching them interact. He was a huge help since my little Matilda was born. He took to fatherhood like a fish to water and I had to try not resent that our daughter was going to be a total daddy’s girl when she got older. Heck, she was practically there already.

  “So, Amber,” Mickey started. We were just about done with our meal. I only had a piece of sausage left on my plate and his plate was clean except for syrup.

  “Yes?” I leaned my chin against my hand.

  “There’s something that I wanted to ask you for a while.” He took a deep breath, seeming to steady his thoughts. “I wasn’t entirely sure when would be the best time… But with you about to have a break, now is better than never.”

  I watched as Mickey gestured for our server.

  Our waiter came to our booth with a plate in his hands. My brows furrowed as I looked at the slice of cake, decadent and covered with fudge. I didn’t quite understand what was happening, my brow furrowing as I watched.

  Like everything was completely normal, the waiter handed Mickey the plate. My giant of a man took it, then climbed out of the booth and stood up to his fu
ll height.

  And then, in an impossible turn of events, he sunk onto one knee and fished a box out of his pocket, placing it right on the plate with the cake.

  Realization hit me square in the face.

  My jaw dropped in disbelief. Before I could speak Mickey spoke up.

  “Amber Dirussi. I’ve been in love with you for as long as I could remember. I feel as though fate brought us together at that wedding. I can safely say, that in my entire life I have never been happier than I am with you.”

  He opened the box, revealing that inside was a beautiful ring. It reminded me of the flashy jewel I wore when I first woke up after our drunken night together and was still on my finger.

  “So, I’m hoping you’ll accept this proposal, and let me continue being the happiest man on earth.”

  I felt heat pool behind my eyes. I knew what he was doing but I could barely wrap my mind around it. I was dizzy with the surprise and the meaning of it, but all in the best way.

  “You can’t.”

  Mickey’s face dropped but I continued.

  “You can’t propose now!” I grabbed Mickey’s large hands and pulled them close to my chest. “We’re already married. You can’t just go and flip the order around you jerk.”

  Mickey started to chuckle, “Who says I can’t?”

  “I dunno. Science or something. You can’t ask me to marry you when we’ve already been married for over a year.”

  “Pish posh. I’ll ask you to marry me every year if I want to.”

  I tilted my head back, laughing and laughing. I was so happy, so giddy on the whole thing. Once I caught my breath, I offered my right hand to him. He pulled the ring out of that pretty little box and slid it right where it belonged, the perfect complement to the ring I already had. Of course, it fit my finger perfectly.

  “Besides,” Mickey looked at me with so much love and admiration in his eyes. “You deserve a real memory instead of some drunken blur to a chapel. You deserve the whole world, and I would give it to you if I could.

  “But since I don’t have that kind of power, I hope you’ll settle for taking my name and all my love. And maybe we can have a real wedding, the kind where people get drunk and make life changing mistakes that work out better than it ever should have.”

  Tears decided to make themselves known and began to trail down my face.

  “Yes. Yes. A million times yes!” I threw myself at Mickey and proceeded to cover his face in kisses.

  I truly have no idea how I got so lucky. Life with Mickey has been a bit of a rollercoaster, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. We were both fighters and could survive anything life threw at us.

  Whether it was parenthood or a new job, a fight, or an unplanned baby. I knew that we would persevere.

  We were warriors after all.

  ***The End***

  Baby by Mistake

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  Royal a$$h0le, daddy’s best friend, and also my new boss.

  But how on earth did we end up making a baby?

  Was it just a mistake?

  Well, let’s go back a few years.

  I was innocent and naïve.

  He was off limits.

  But that was the challenge, right?

  Finally, I seduced him into a no strings attached relationship.

  Yep, I’m the s$xy kind of innocent.

  And then that one mistake…

  Oops, daddy’s gonna kill him if he finds out.

  And the board is going to fire him for sleeping with an intern.

  I guess I should keep this baby a secret – even from the father.

  Wasn’t this supposed to be no strings attached?

  Oh well…how many pieces can a heart break into!

  1

  Sebastian

  I was totally fucked. Instead of studying the charts and graphs professionally presented by my intern, Leah Hammond, I wondered if her breasts would fill my hands if I cupped them. Would her nipples pucker and taste like raspberries on my tongue?

  “Sebastian?”

  I looked up from where my eyes had been ogling her fine tits, to see her watching me with her large round blue eyes. I shifted uncomfortably because my cock was so hard. I was sure he was poking out of the waistband of my expensive Italian slacks.

  One blonde brow arched. “What do you think?”

  I was thinking that I wanted to bend her over my desk and fuck her until my dick fell off.

  I cleared my throat. “Looks good, Leah.” Inwardly I winced. I was pretty sure she knew I was ogling her, and my comment could be construed as sexual harassment.

  She smiled. “I was up all night working on it.”

  Whew. She thought I was talking about her project. I didn’t actually know for sure it was good. I did know she was smart and a hard worker, so I couldn’t imagine that her work was anything other than acceptable. But as the mentor for her internship, I was supposed to give her constructive feedback. Unfortunately, my brain was completely incapable of forming something remotely business related.

  “Can you excuse me a minute, Leah?” I closed my coat as I rose from my chair and turned so she couldn’t see my erection. I had been in enough locker rooms to know that God was very generous to me when handing out dicks. It was a blessing and a curse. A blessing because the tighter fit made a better orgasm both for me and the woman I was fucking. A curse, because there was no hiding him when he reached full staff at unacceptable times, like now.

  I entered the private bath in my office and shut the door.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you, Cox.” I looked in the mirror, wondering when I became the clichéd older man lusting after his intern. It’s not like I couldn’t get any woman I wanted. I might be forty, but I had my looks, a body still hard and strong from rowing and running, a voracious sexual drive, and as I mentioned, a massive cock. The fact that I was filthy rich didn’t hurt either.

  My difficulty in dealing with Leah wasn’t just that I was so unused to being blindsided by lust. My wanting to fuck her was wrong on so many levels, the least of which because she was my intern. My board would fire me in a second if they found out all the ways I’d imagined fucking Leah.

  The biggest problem with this maddening lust was that she was my best friend’s daughter. Her father helped me cope with my grief when my wife died unexpectedly five years ago in a car accident. At the time of her death, our company Sensual Delights, which had initial success, was also stalling. Leah’s father helped me turn that around too and now it was the number one company in the adult toy and lingerie industry. I admired and respected this man. He was only a decade older, but felt almost like a father. My stomach churned at the thought that wanting to fuck his daughter was a betrayal of him. The lust I feel today is nothing new. I’ve wanted her since the first time I met her four years ago when she was only 19.

  I’d known it would be difficult to mentor her this year because of my attraction to her. For most of the year, I’d been able to assign her to other areas of the business. But for this last quarter of her MBA program, she asked to work with me. Because of my feelings of gratitude for her father, I’d agreed. And this was what it brought me to, I thought as I shoved my pants down, releasing my thick cock.

  “You’re a fucking idiot, Cox.” I grabbed a bottle of unscented lube from under the sink and then moved to the toilet, putting the lid up.

  I opened the lube, squeezing a bit on my hand and tossing the tube into the sink. I wrapped my hand around my dick, hissing at the feel of the wet cold lube. I started stroking my cock, flicking my thumb over the rim.

  I closed my eyes and went where I shouldn’t let my mind go. Leah on her knees looking up at me with those large gorgeous blue eyes. Her cupid-bow lips forming an O just large enough to fit my tip.

  “Fuck, yeah.” The image sent a spark shooting from my balls to the tip of my dick. I tightened my grip, as my hand worked my cock, making slippery sounds as I stroked faster. “Show me your tits.”

  He
r breasts were bare, creamy with pink nipples, and my cock couldn’t take it anymore.

  “Fuck, Leah.” I shot my load, stroking until my dick was empty and could fit in my pants again. I stood there as the pleasure of release was replaced by repulsion.

  “Only six more weeks,” I told myself as I grabbed a towel to wipe off the cum that missed the toilet. I washed my hands and then fastened my pants.

  I stared at myself in the mirror again. “Who the fuck are you?” I’d loved women and sex since I found my father’s girlie magazine when I was thirteen and later fucked my father’s secretary when I was sixteen. Jesus, I was just like him, except I was a widower and my father was three times divorced, and no doubt looking for wife number four.

  Me? I was done with marriage. I didn’t have anything against it per se. Valerie and I had a good marriage, but only because we had our priorities in place; build a profitable business and have lots of creative sex. And boy did we. When we’d made enough money to move into this building in downtown Manhattan, we splurged on sound proofing my office, so when she modeled the lingerie or we needed to test a toy, we could do it right then and there and not worry about staff hearing her scream as she came.

  Did we soundproof the bathroom? Fuck. Just what I needed, for Leah to have heard me. I wasn’t sure she’d mind. I knew women, and I was certain from the way she’d look at me that Leah would enjoy making my fantasy real, which was part of why this unbearable lust was so fucking hard.

  “She’s Henry’s daughter,” I reminded myself. I’d never be able to look him in the eyes again if I did his daughter.

  Straightening my tie, and combing my dark hair back with my fingers, I got ready to face Leah. “Keep it together, Cox.”

  I opened the door and stepped out into my office. I took one look at Leah, and my cock sprang back to life, full-tilt.