Beautiful Mistakes: Contemporary Romance Boxset Books 1-4

by Victoria Snow

  I nodded. “Yes.”

  “This is difficult. You were my friend.”

  “Maybe now you can think of me as a son-in-law instead.”

  He stepped up to me, looking me straight in the eyes. “You break her heart and I’ll kill you with a butter knife.”

  The tension that had coiled tight in my chest started to loosen. “I’ll deserve it.”

  He stared at me for a long moment and then he said, “Come here, son.” He hugged me and it took me a moment to realize what was happening. Once I did, I hugged him back.

  He stepped back and cleared his throat. “Maybe now that you don’t have so much guilt, you can play better.”

  I laughed that he picked up on why my game and gotten so bad. “Want to put money on it?”

  He shook his head. “Nah, you’ll need it to pay for Olivia or Henry’s college.”

  It was amazing how much difference a blessing and a week could make. Life with Leah had been so close to perfect except for Henry’s attitude. But since we had our talk during golf, it was like the clouds had lifted and the sun filled my days. The stress and tension in both Leah and me dissipated, and for the first time in my life, I wasn’t plagued with a feeling like at any moment something would go wrong.

  A week after our talk, and with Henry’s help, I organized a housewarming party for Leah and me in our new place. It was a small gathering of friends, family and few work colleagues. Along with Henry and Karen, Craig and Niall were attendance, as well as my board members, and Leah’s study group.

  “Do you suppose there’s anyone happier than me?” Leah asked as she stood next to me looking over the room filled with our guests.

  “There’s me.” I leaned over and kissed her.

  She grinned up at me. “Thank you for this Sebastian.”

  I took her hand. “How about we thank our guests?”

  She nodded, and I called out to get everyone’s attention.

  “Leah and I want to thank you for coming to our housewarming. It means so much to us to have wonderful people in our lives.” I looked at Leah for a moment in total awe at the love and light she’d brought into my life. “On a more personal note, I wanted to thank Henry Hammond who five years ago propped me up after a tragedy and helped me learn about family.” I pulled Leah’s hand to my lips and kissed her knuckles. “Then Leah Hammond walked into my office and bewitched me. She has chased away the clouds and brought the sun into my life. She has shown me the true meaning of love. The power and magic of it and how it can transform you.” I inhaled a deep breath as I turned to her. “You have given me life and love, and I’m in complete awe of you.”

  There was an audible sigh from many of the women.

  I reached into my pocket and then dropped to one knee, the sigh turning into a gasp. Leah’s eyes flashed with surprise, but then that beautiful full smile spread on her face.

  “Leah, my love, will you marry me?”

  “Yes… Sebastian, yes…omg… a million times yes!”

  I slipped the diamond surrounded by sapphires to match Leah’s eyes on her finger and then stood. Leah threw her arms around me, and held me so tight, I knew she’d never let go.

  I leaned my head toward her, kissing her, and then whispering. “Later we’ll consummate this to seal the deal.”

  She laughed. “Thank God because I’m so wet for you right now.”

  I groaned, but then turned back to our guests. “Leah has just made me the happiest man alive.”

  Our guests clapped and several of the women rushed forward to look at Leah’s ring.

  “Just remember, Sebastian,” Henry said as he shook my hand. “You hurt her—”

  “You’ll kill me with a butter knife.”

  He nodded. “But if you make her happy, you’ll be my son for life.”

  Epilogue

  Leah

  I sat at the kitchen table across from Sebastian, watching as he talked to our three-month-old son, Henry, cradled in his arms. My heart was filled with so much love for the two of them I wasn’t sure how my chest could contain it.

  Sebastian looked at his watch. “I’ve got to get to the office.” He stood and carried Henry over to me. “Mrs. Lassiter will be here today, right?” He asked about the woman who helped around the apartment and would watch Henry while I worked.

  “Yes.”

  “Why don’t you come to the office for lunch? It will give us a little time alone.”

  I quirked a brow at him wondering what he was up to. “Okay.”

  He kissed me and then Henry’s head. “I’ll see you around noon.”

  I watched as my handsome powerful man walked out of the kitchen. “What do you suppose he’s up to?” I asked Henry.

  Mrs. Lassiter arrived a few minutes later, and with Henry under her watch at the moment, I went to my home office to take care of some work. I loved my job, which was made infinitely better because I was able to do it from home, where Henry was always nearby.

  Just before noon, I kissed a napping Henry, and headed out to see Sebastian. When I got to his office, his secretary waved me in.

  “Are you ready for lunch?” I asked.

  He lifted his head and smiled. Even after all this time, the way he smiled at me made my heart do a dance in my chest.

  “Come in.” He stood, and came toward me, pushing the door shut behind me and then giving me a kiss.

  “Are we having lunch in?” I began to suspect this wasn’t going to be a typical lunch.

  His arms wrapped around me and pulled me to him. “We’re going to celebrate our anniversary.”

  I frowned. We married a couple of months after we got engaged. I’d wanted to run out right away to the justice of the peace, but Sebastian said that was too impersonal, too much like a business deal. Instead, he used his money and influence to organize the perfect wedding in a matter of weeks, and three months ago, in February, my beautiful boy was born.

  “We’ve only been married six months.”

  “Not that anniversary. A year ago today, you were giving me a presentation in my office, but all I could think about was how badly I wanted to fuck you. So much so, I went into the bathroom to jack off. When I came back into my office, you were in sexy lingerie and seduced me.”

  I grinned. “Oh yeah. Smartest move I ever made.”

  He laughed. “I was thinking the day should be commemorated.”

  “It could become an annual tradition.”

  “I like the way you think, Mrs. Cox.”

  I always swooned a little when he called me Mrs. Cox. There was just something so sexy about it.

  “Do you think this time you could use your cock instead of a dildo?”

  His hands squeezed my ass. “You can bet on it.” Then his lips were on mine in a searing kiss that made my toes curl. As he kissed me, he moved me toward his desk.

  “Get undressed, Leah.”

  A thrill ran down my spine at his sexy voice. “Will you join me?”

  “After I eat you.”

  I groaned and my pussy, already wet, now soaked my panties. I took off my dress and underwear and stood before him. His hot eyes raked over my body, making my nipples pucker and ache with need.

  He helped me on to his desk, and kissed me again, as his hands caressed my back. His lips trailed down my neck and over my collar bone before stopping at my breasts.

  “I love your tits, Leah.”

  “Suck them.” God, I ached to have his mouth on them. He licked my nipple and gently blew, and I felt the electric shock of it straight to my pussy. Finally he sucked it into his mouth, his tongue laving it, his teeth gently pulling on it. I moaned, as my blood turned into molten lava at his touch.

  He worked my tits with his mouth, as his finger slid through my pussy folds. “You’re so wet.”

  “You make me wet, Sebastian.” I rocked my hips against his fingers needing more pressure, more friction.

  He dropped to his knees, pressing my thighs open. “Such a pretty pussy. All for me.�
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  “Only you.” Before we married, Sebastian asked me if I was sure I wanted to commit to him since he was the only man I’d ever had, or ever would have if we got married. I assured him that I wouldn’t want the touch of another man. He was all I needed, not just physically but emotionally as well. I couldn’t imagine ever loving another man the way I loved him.

  His tongue flicked over my clit, sending hot flames burning through my pussy.

  “Don’t tease me, Sebastian. Make me come.” I gripped his head with my hand, holding him to my pussy.

  “Whatever my wife wants.”

  I braced myself for the onslaught of his mouth. Immediately he was devouring my pussy, sucking, licking, thrusting, until I was writhing on his desk.

  “Yes… I’m going to come…” I felt like a spring coiled so tight that I was about to burst. When his tongue thrust inside me, while his thumb rubbed my clit, the coil broke, blasting white hot pleasure through my body. “Fuck… Sebastian… so good…” My hips rocked against his mouth, as he sucked every last ounce of pleasure from me.

  He stood up, his mouth and chin coated with my pussy juice. He kissed me, letting me taste my own essence.

  “You taste so fucking good.”

  “I want a turn.” I grappled with his clothing, needed to see and feel his body. He undressed, his thick, long cock springing free from his pants. “I want to suck your dick.”

  He moaned. “Come here.” He took my hand and brought me to the couch. He pushed me until I was sitting and then he straddled my thighs, bringing his cock in perfect alignment to my mouth.

  “Suck it.”

  I wrapped my fingers around as much of his dick as I could and brought him to my mouth. I sucked in the sip, swirling my tongue over the hole at the tip, and then around the rim.

  “Fuck yeah…” He groaned. “More. Suck it more.”

  I took him in deeper, and then slid back, tightening my lips around him to create greater suction.

  His fingers laced through my hair as his hips rocked back and forth, fucking my mouth. With my free hand, I cupped his balls, massaging them.

  “Oh fuck…” His cock jerked in my mouth. He growled and pulled away.

  “You’re not done.”

  He sat on the couch next to me and then pulled me over him until I was straddled over his thighs. “Fuck me Leah.”

  With my hands on his shoulders, I didn’t waste any time in impaling myself with his magnificent cock. Our groans echoed through the room as he filled me.

  He sucked my tits and his hands kneaded my ass. “Ride me baby, ride me. I need to come.”

  I wanted to take my time, but after a few strokes, I was delirious with need. I picked up the pace, riding him harder, faster.

  My thighs burned, my heart raced, and I was moaning as my sensitive pussy walls built with pressure.

  “Oh… fuck… Jesus… I’m going to come.” His hands gripped my hips, forcing me to move faster, his hips bucking up to meet me with each powerful thrust.

  I tilted my hips, and he slammed in deeper, touching that one spot inside me that sent me flying into oblivion.

  He let out a feral growl. “I fucking love it when you come on me.” He bucked up, pumping his hot seed into me, again and again, until we’d wrung out every last bit of pleasure.

  I sagged against him, resting my head on his shoulder as his arms wrapped around me. “You undo me, Leah.” He said with labored breath.

  I lifted my head to look into his dark eyes. “I love you Sebastian.”

  His hands cradled my face, and in his eyes, I saw his love for me, and the awe he felt at our love. “Thank you for seducing me and giving me a new life.”

  ***The End***

  Pregnant by Mistake

  Description

  A forty-year-old businessman knocking up his twenty-three-year-old assistant?

  Alright, falling for the s$xy single dad was a HUGE mistake.

  Letting him take my innocence right there on his desk – a BIGGER mistake.

  I knew it would be no strings attached,

  I knew he never could love me,

  I knew he was broken,

  I knew he was afraid to love and afraid to live.

  And I knew that fairy tales weren’t real.

  But I still believed in true love.

  The problem?

  Unrequited love is torturous.

  And carrying your boss’s baby dangerous…

  Well, cupid is a sadist, isn’t it?

  Prologue

  Bella

  I opened my eyes and stared into the gray eyes of the man I was hopelessly in love with. For a moment, I wondered if I’d died and gone to heaven. Blake Alexander was the man of my dreams and if heaven were a perfect place, when I died, I’d be in his arms, with him loving me for eternity.

  “I’ve called 9-1-1.” A voice informed Blake. I looked around and saw other faces, then it came to me. I wasn’t in heaven. I was in the boardroom of JoXander Cosmetics. I was laying on the floor although I wasn’t sure why. One minute I was upright, having just stood to bring a report to Blake, the CEO of JoXander and in the next, everything went black. Clearly, this wasn’t heaven and the concern I saw in Blake’s eyes wasn’t love or devotion.

  Unrequited love was torturous. Sure, he cared for me. There must be some affection because I don’t think he’d touch me the way he did if he didn’t like me a little. But he didn’t love me. He would never love me. No, everything he had to give a woman had all been taken by his deceased wife.

  My heart broke for him to have a love like he had with his wife taken away by cancer. At the same time, I was jealous of the woman who owned his heart and soul, even in death. Not meanly, my envy was tempered by my admiration for a man who could love so deeply and stay so devoted to his wife’s memory.

  “Bella.” Blake’s deep voice reverberated in my chest, reminding me of the emptiness I felt even as I loved him. “Are you in pain?”

  I shook my head. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened.” I moved to get up, but he wouldn’t let me.

  “Just stay down. We’ve called for an ambulance.”

  “I don’t want to go to the hospital.” I was mortified to be laying on the boardroom floor with all the important company execs staring down at me. I was an executive assistant, and my job was crucial to Blake’s success. But most of the board thought of me as a glorified secretary.

  “Too bad.” He inhaled deeply, and for a moment, I thought I saw emotion in his eyes. But maybe it was my imagination or wishful thinking because I blinked and it was gone.

  A few minutes later, paramedics came in and poked and prodded me while asking questions. Had I eaten? Did I have a head injury? On and on. They seemed to think I’d simply fainted, but Blake insisted they take me to the hospital.

  “Bl—Mr. Alexander, really, I’m okay. I just need to rest.” I tried again to have him let me go home to regain my dignity.

  Blake’s intense gaze told me I had no choice.

  “It’s best to be sure,” Dana Gleason, Blake’s actual secretary said to me. “You’re too young to be passing out.” She turned to Blake. “I can go with her to the hospital, Mr. Alexander.”

  I looked to him, wondering what he’d do.

  He shook his head. “She’s on my time, I’ll go with her. Check with the other interns to see if they’re all right. Maybe she ate something with the others and they could be at risk too.”

  “You can’t ride in the ambulance, but you can meet us at the hospital.” The EMS guy gave Blake the hospital name.

  “Anything she needs, take care of it,” Blake said.

  I still thought it was overkill to take me to the hospital, but I didn’t have the mental will to fight or the physical strength to get up and walk out on my own. So I let them strap me to a gurney and wheel me through the executive office to the elevator, and then out onto the street where they put me in the ambulance.

  I zoned out until I was in some sort of triage are
a at the hospital with nurses taking over the poking, prodding, and questioning routine. They took blood and urine and then told me to wait.

  It seemed like forever before a nurse came in. “Ms. Hanson, do you want us to send your father back?”

  “Father?” Why would my dad be here? How would they know him? I didn’t even know him.

  “He’s out in the waiting area.”

  Oh, God. “That’s not my dad. That’s my boss.” I hoped they hadn’t asked him if I was his daughter. That would be a disaster.

  “Do you have family we can call?”

  “Am I dying?” Suddenly, I was afraid and wished my mother was still alive.

  “No honey.” The nurse moved to stand closer to my bed. “It can be scary to be at the hospital so if there’s family we can call—”

  “I don’t have a family.”

  She gave me that expression most people did when they learned I didn’t have a family. A mixture of pity and uncertainty of how to respond. “Well, that will be changing.”

  “What do you mean?” Maybe I hit my head because I couldn’t make sense of what she was saying.

  “Honey, you’re pregnant.”

  My breath caught in my throat. “What?”

  “Pregnant. It’s not that uncommon to faint during early pregnancy, especially if you stand up quickly.”

  I finally took a breath and another and another until I was nearly hyperventilating.

  The nurse frowned. “Ms. Hanson.” She said my name harshly and caused me to jerk. “Take a slow, deep breath.”

  I did as she said, once and then twice and again until my breathing was normal, even as my heart thundered in my chest.

  “I take it this isn’t planned?” she said.

  I shook my head. How did this happen? Well, I knew how it happened. And I knew when. We’d used birth control every time except once. The first time. The old wives tale that you can’t get pregnant the first time wasn’t true. I’d just proven that. I’d also proved that no time in your cycle was safe.