Beautiful Mistakes: Contemporary Romance Boxset Books 1-4

by Victoria Snow

  “That feels good.”

  “Just wait.” I took my dick and rubbed her pussy lips with it.

  She gasped.

  I moved my tip to her entrance and pushed it in. “Tell me if this hurts, Leah and I’ll stop.”

  “It doesn’t hurt. I want your giant cock in me.”

  Fuck. When she talked like that my brain short circuited. I withdrew and pushed in, repeating until I was in as far as I could go.

  “You okay?” I said through clenched teeth. My instinct was to pound that fine pussy, and it took all my willpower not to.

  “Yes, it feels so good.” She rocked forward and back. I let her take the lead, fucking my cock at her own pace and depth, but with each slide, the tether on my own control started to fray.

  I reached under her and rubbed her clit. “Come on my cock, Leah.”

  “Oooh…” This time her hips rocked and gyrated and it felt fucking awesome. She rocked faster, and her breath started to come in pants. “I’m going to come.”

  I rubbed her clit harder.

  She cried out, and her pussy damn near took my dick off it contracted so hard.

  “Ah fuck..” The tether snapped. I grabbed her hips and began to pound into her, harder, faster. Her pussy squeezed my cock, sending electricity spiraling through my body. “Fuck, fuck… I’m coming…”

  “Yes… more….” Her pussy clamped down again like she was having another orgasm.

  A burst of light exploded in my brain, as my orgasm blasted through me. I yelled out and worked my dick in and out of her pussy like my life depended on it. “Ahh… so fucking good… fuuuuuccckkk.”

  I pumped into her until I felt like I’d wrung every last bit of energy from my body. I gripped the end of the condom, and withdrew, sitting back on my heels as my breath bellowed in and out of my lungs.

  Leah lowered herself to the couch, turning on her side. “I’d always wondered what all the hubbub was about. Now I know.”

  I stared at her, feeling the same. I have had plenty of sex and orgasms in my life. I’d enjoyed most of them. But this… this was so different. It felt perfect. Right. And yet, it was so fucking wrong.

  Jesus, I’d just fucked Henry’s daughter from behind. The guilt and revulsion returned with a vengeance.

  “Uh oh.”

  “What?” I looked down at the condom. Had it broken? My heart nearly stopped in my chest. Jesus if that happened. My heart thundered in panic. If I got her pregnant… My first thought was that my life would be over. And yet, there was something appealing about it too. Was it just my ego needing confirmation of virility or something else?

  “You’ve got that look on your face that says you’re about bolt.”

  “Leah.” I blew out a breath and stood. This time I tossed her her dress while I grabbed my pants. “If your father or the board found out… Jesus…”

  She gave me a sympathetic look. “It’s none of their business, Sebastian.”

  I looked at her as I slipped my pants on. “I’m not sure your father would agree.”

  “My father doesn’t have a say in my sex life.”

  “A sex life you didn’t have until I fucked you. Jesus, he’s my friend, my mentor…”

  She put on her dress, and I regretted that I wouldn’t see her sexy naked curves again. “I hate that you feel you’re betraying him. He’s really an understanding guy who wants both of us to be happy.”

  I scoffed. “I’m pretty sure this isn’t what he has in mind.”

  She sighed and straightened her dress. “I’m sure my father doesn’t think about my sex life. That would be disturbing.”

  I scowled. “You know what I mean.”

  She nodded. She looked sad, but resigned. “Thank you.”

  “Please don’t thank me for fucking you.” For some reason that cheapened it. Like it was only sex. But that’s all it was. I was losing my mind.

  “Okay.” She didn’t seem to know what to say.

  I didn’t either. After a moment, I said, “I’m sure the party is still going on. People might be wondering where you are.”

  She nodded and turned to leave.

  “Leah?”

  She turned back, and I hated the hopeful expression on her face.

  “I know I have no right to tell you who to be with, but I’d appreciate it if it wasn’t Niall or anyone else at work.”

  Her brows pulled together as if she didn’t understand.

  “I’m an asshole,” I said by way of explanation. There was no way I could tell her that seeing her with another man would make me insanely jealous.

  She gave me a small smile, and there was something about it that suggested she wasn’t done with me yet.

  10

  Leah

  I didn’t want to leave Sebastian and yet, I did feel a little discombobulated by my time with him. I truly had wondered why people made such a big deal about sex. When I took care of myself, it was pleasant but not something to write home about. Now I knew. When Sebastian touched me, my entire body lit up. And when he finally fucked me, oh my God, it was beyond anything I could have imagined, at least physically.

  But emotionally, I felt alone. It occurred to me that while Sebastian has used his mouth on my pussy, he’d never kissed me. Each time he made me come, he withdrew physically, but emotionally as well. We didn’t lay together in the aftermath. I knew that this wasn’t true love, but couldn’t he at least hold me for a minute when we were done?

  In some ways it was my fault. I knew the type of man Sebastian was. Since his wife’s death, he’d never been romantically attached to anyone. I heard the rumors. He treated sex like an itch, something to be scratched, and then move on. He didn’t want emotional attachments.

  But then I remembered his expression when he saw me with Niall. Both times he’d gotten angry and ended up touching me. Didn’t that suggest jealousy, which meant he felt something for me?

  Don’t go there, Leah. I warned myself. It wasn’t a good idea to start trying to read something into his behavior. The truth was, he’d been clear from the start that we couldn’t be together. At least not until he stopped seeing me as the intern or Henry’s daughter.

  I’d gotten what I’d wanted, that should be enough. Except it wasn’t. I still wanted him and not just sexually, although I couldn’t deny that I wanted more of that. I liked Sebastian. In the four years he’d been my father’s friend, I’d gotten to know him, and I appreciated what a good friend he was to my father. He was smart and kind, treating his interns and employees well. He was funny and naughty.

  Before we’d embarked on a sexual relationship, I’d loved how he’d treated me like I was smart and capable in business. I didn’t feel like a twenty-three-year-old student, but instead, he made me feel like I had good ideas and instincts, and that I made a contribution to his company. I didn’t expect him to hire me when I finally finished my degree in six weeks, but I was confident he would give me a good reference.

  When I left Sebastian’s office, all these thoughts whirled in my mind. Instead of going to the party, I headed home. I did as Sebastian suggested and took a hot bath. He was right, I felt sore, but it had been worth it. Sebastian might be emotionally closed off, but he definitely knew how to touch a woman.

  As I lay in the tub, I wondered if he’d always been so distant or if that was the result of losing his wife. He never talked about her, and the few times I brought her up, it was clear he didn’t want to share. A couple of times I’d asked my father about Sebastian and his wife, and he was close-lipped about it. I wasn’t sure if that was because he didn’t know or if he was holding Sebastian’s confidence.

  I lay back in the tub, closing my eyes, remembering the way Sebastian touched me. He was rough that first time, but then he was gentle and careful. He fulfilled his promise to make my first time good for me. It must have been good for him too, if his words and groans were any indication. I hated the regret in his eyes when we finished, and yet the fact that he wanted more and that he didn’t
want to see me with anyone else suggested I was more than just a fuck to him. Right?

  If my father’s friendship wasn’t an issue, would Sebastian be more open to me? Maybe not. There was still the factor that his board might not like him fucking his intern. But I suspected for Sebastian, the bigger issue was my father. It warmed my heart that my father’s friendship meant so much to him, even though it frustrated me as a barrier between us.

  Would my father have a problem with me seeing Sebastian? I suspected he’d have a problem with my having sex with him, like he would with anyone. But I wondered if he’d have a problem with a relationship. My father cared for and respected Sebastian. If he’s good enough for my father’s friendship, why wouldn’t he be good enough for me?

  When my fingers started to prune, I got out of the tub, dried off, and put my pajamas on. As I got ready for bed, my phone beeped and I’d hoped it was Sebastian. Instead it was my friend Joanne wanting to know if I wanted to go out with her and the other girls from my master’s program study group tomorrow. I texted back that I would. I needed time with my friends and away from my internship and Sebastian to sort out my feelings and what I should do next. Deep down, I thought I should just take the memories and leave him alone. But when I thought about doing that, my chest hurt. Some time with my friends would give me some distance to sort out my next steps.

  The next day my father was out golfing with Sebastian, so I stayed home and worked on my thesis. I got a text from Niall about going out and told him I was busy. But his text remined me of the pictures he sent me. I scrolled through them and I had to admit, Niall was right. I looked like an innocent yet sexy fairy. I considered texting the one with the big dildo to Sebastian, but then decided not to. He might like the picture, but it would also remind him of who took it.

  Later in the afternoon, I took another hot bath, still feeling a little sore. Then I got ready for my night out with the girls. For the most part, we were a low-key casual group. But when we went out, we liked to get dressed up. That meant a hot dress and full night time make up.

  It was almost summer and warm, so I chose a red backless halter dress that was fitted without being too snug. Tastefully sexy. I curled my short blonde locks and combed them into a Marilyn Monroe inspired look. I didn’t go too heavy on the makeup, but I did wear red lipstick. I studied myself in the mirror and liked what I saw. I wondered about what Sebastian would think I remembered the way he looked at me in his company’s lingerie and the silk nightgown I’d modeled for Nialle. I decided he would like this outfit, although he’d feel guilty about it.

  It was late enough that my father should’ve been back from golfing. Sometimes Sebastian came over after they golfed, and they drank beer and played cribbage. It was an evil thought, but I hoped he was there so he could see me, and what he was missing by denying himself.

  I grabbed a shawl and handbag and headed to my father’s side of the apartment.

  “I’m getting ready to head out, dad,” I called as I made my way toward the living area. I heard talking in the eat-in area of the kitchen and knew the deep voice talking to my dad. Sebastian was here.

  I stepped into the kitchen and immediately looked to Sebastian. I wanted to see him. To get my eyeful, but also, I wanted him to see me. To see how he’d react.

  His eyes widened, and his jaw went slack and then his mouth snapped closed.

  I smiled, liking his reaction.

  “You look ready to take on the town.” My father rose from his chair to give me a hug.

  “The ladies in my study group want to blow off some steam.”

  “Isn’t she pretty, Sebastian?”

  Sebastian swallowed, as his gaze inventoried every inch of my body.

  My father frowned. “This is my daughter, Sebastian.”

  “Right, sorry…” He turned away.

  My heart dropped. Sebastian had been right. I wanted to say something to make my father see that I was a grown woman. That it was okay for Sebastian to see me as a beautiful woman.

  “Sebastian had a tough round of golf today.” My father returned to his seat across from Sebastian.

  “Oh?”

  “It was like when I first taught you,” he said to Sebastian.

  Sebastian mustered a smile. “Everyone has an off day now and again.”

  “True.” My father turned his attention to me. “Will you be late?”

  “Maybe.”

  Sebastian’s jaw tensed.

  “Well be safe. Be sure to check the credentials of any cars you order and stay with your friends.”

  “I know.” No wonder Sebastian worried about my father. My father was treating me like a kid. I walked over and kissed my father on the cheek. “I’ll be safe.”

  As I walked passed Sebastian, I put my hand on his shoulder. He stiffened under my touch. “I’m sorry about golf. Perhaps you can win back your losses in cribbage.” I wanted to kiss his cheek, but thought that would be too personal. I patted his shoulder, and as I did, I looked down and noticed his sizable erection. I arched a brow.

  Sebastian shifted, moving himself closer to the table to hide his lap. “Have fun, Leah.” He said the words, but the tone suggested he didn’t mean it.

  I hated to torture the poor guy, but he brought it on himself. I’d have been perfectly happy right then to tell my father that I was attracted to Sebastian and wanted to see him more personally. But Sebastian had made his choice.

  So with a final goodbye to them, I headed out to enjoy a night in the city with my friends.

  11

  Sebastian

  Jesus fucking Christ. I wasn’t sure what was worse; knowing Leah was going out clubbing looking sexy as hell, or the hardon I was sporting while in her father’s kitchen. That woman was going to be the death of me.

  I’d already had a difficult enough time playing golf with him, knowing the things I’d done to her the night before. Things that I enjoyed way too much. Things that I replayed in my mind this morning in the shower and came all over the tile wall. Things I wanted desperately to do again.

  I could hardly look Henry in the eyes as we walked on the course. But my demeanor and inability to hit a straight shot didn’t go unnoticed by Henry.

  “Last night getting to you?” he finally asked as we walked toward the tenth hole.

  “What?” My heart rate shot up to a million beats per minute. Did he know that I’d shoved my dick into his daughter?

  “The anniversary party. I know it had to be hard with Valerie not being there.”

  Thank fuck. I nodded. “She hasn’t been able to see what her idea has bloomed into.”

  “Maybe she does.” He tilted his head upward.

  God, I hoped not. Just what I needed. The vision of my dead wife looking down on me as I fucked my intern in the office I used to fuck her in.

  “I like to think my Olivia knows that me and Leah are doing well.”

  Well fuck, there was another image I didn’t need; Leah’s mother watching down on us as I did unspeakable things to her daughter.

  We walked a little further before he said, “Have you thought about getting out there again? Seeing other women?”

  “No.” That was true. For the most part. On rare occasions I did “get out there” but that was simply for a sexual release. I knew Henry meant dating and potentially finding a new wife. The closest thing I’d had to a relationship since Valerie’s death was Leah, since she’d been the only woman I’d fucked more than once, and I wasn’t going to tell Henry that.

  “You’re still young. Maybe you should think about it.”

  “From the man who doesn’t date,” I said.

  He shrugged, but there was something in his expression that suggested maybe his situation had changed.

  “Are you seeing someone?” I asked.

  He gave a non-committal head shake. “Seeing is a stretch.”

  I quirked a brow. “But someone has caught your eye.”

  “Yes.” He stopped in the middle of fairway by his
ball. “I’m excited and yet feel guilty, you know?”

  I nodded.

  “And terrified.”

  “Terrified?” I asked.

  “I haven’t been on a date in twenty-five years.” He laughed. “I don’t know how to ask or what to do.”

  “I’m not sure that’s changed much.” I patted him on the shoulder. I was happy for him. If anyone deserved a second chance at love, it was Henry. “How’s Leah with it?”

  “Oh well, she’s been pushing me to date for years. She doesn’t think it’s normal for a man not to have someone to love or to love them back. She’s a bit of a romantic that way.”

  My stomach knotted. I hoped she wasn’t looking at me that way. I couldn’t give her love and it would be a waste for her to love me. “So, who is this woman?”

  He grinned like a man smitten. “She owns the coffee place outside my building. She’s a bit younger than me, so perhaps I’m being an old fool.”

  “Younger woman, eh? How much younger?”

  He blushed. “She’s younger than you. In her thirties.”

  I thought about the nearly twenty-year age gap between me and Leah. When I was with her, it didn’t feel like we were a generation apart. It was only intellectually that it felt so cliché.

  “Is she interested in you?”

  “She seems to be. She always comes to sit with me when I’m in for my morning and afternoon coffee.”

  I laugh. “Twice a day.”

  “I’m an old fool, aren’t I?”

  “No, Henry. You’re not old. Fifty-one is the new thirty, right? And clearly, she doesn’t mind. Sometimes women like a man with experience.” I swallowed hard as I realize that’s what Leah wanted too. She was tired of being a virgin and wanted a man who knew his way around a woman’s body to take it from her.

  “I’m thinking of having her for dinner. Let Leah meet her. Do you think she’ll be bothered by the age difference?”

  I shook my head. “I doubt it. I think Leah just wants you to be happy.”