HendrixWith that she stood up and leaned over me, her face a few inches from my own. With her eyes locked on mine, she smiled and exhaled her sweet breath over my lips.My hands reached up to pull her down, kiss the living fuck out of her, but then she did something that for a moment threw me off my game.Beau Carter stood over me and ruffled my hair before walking toward the exit.Five steps from the door and my body reacted without consent.I was behind her in an instant.Her hand reached out for the door's knob, and I covered hers. "We aren't finished, nymph. Not by a long shot." What was it about this curvy little girl that turned my rational mind into a chaotic mess? Caused me to act on impulse."Hendrix, I think you are confused about what...shit!" Her back met the wall, and I stepped closer. For the second time today, I had her pinned against a hard surface. "If you're looking for a hookup, I'm not it." Those jeweled eyes blazed with ire. "There are plenty of apps that handle
Hendrix"Are you serious?" Surprise turned into exasperation en route to anger. Had to nip that shit in the bud before we fought once more."Please don't fight me on this, nymph. Behave and go home." Without another word, I turned and walked back to the door. Opened it and waited just beside the entrance for her to pass through.Beau muttered something under her breath that sounded a lot like unbelievable before walking past me.Was I an ass for stepping right beside the exit, forcing her slim body to brush my own? Yes, and I wasn't ashamed one bit.My hand shot out and grabbed her wrist before she could walk out completely. Pulled her to me one final time so my lips could lay a tiny kiss on the side of her neck.Her shudder made me smile."Have a good day, Miss Carter. I look forward to working with you." Four sets of eyes turned our way outside my office. Our mailroom clerk, two interns, and my secretary all startled at the sound of my voice.There was no doubt in my mind they knew
BeauFour hours prior..."Why are you making things more difficult than they need to be?" Zoe asked from her perch on a chair, in her hand a bottle of clear polish as she touched up her toes. Lately, my casa is her casa. "No need to draw it out. Call him."We'd been at this for days.My avoiding, and her, trying to force my hand."He's an ass," I pointed out and she rolled her eyes."Most men are, but don't have his face and body attached to it. Next issue?" Another coat on her baby toe, and she closed the bottle's lid. "Hit me with something good.""You read the contract he gave me! He's insane, Zoe. It'd never work." Looking at my hands, I tested the polish on my nails to see if they were dry. Still tacky to the touch, I sprayed them with the stuff the beauty supply recommended to speed up the process."Toss me that, please." I did, and she caught it with one hand. Popping the cap, she mimicked my action: shook the can and sprayed. Putting it down beside her, she turned and gave m
Beau"Oh my..." Zoe trailed off, and I had to force myself to look away from him."What?""You're screwed. See you tomorrow.""I'm not - ""Don't worry about anything. I'll handle these two." Tilting her head to the side, she pursed her lips. "Not that she'd notice anything outside of her perfect bubble." There was a touch of irritation in her voice, but her smile never wavered. "Have fun, Beau, and call me when you...shit, he's coming over!"Fight or flight kicked in, and I was out of my seat and heading toward the bathroom within seconds. Could just barely make out Zoe's cackle as I pushed through the bodies taking up the dance floor.I could feel him right behind me.Chasing me across the bar - through the throng of people dancing in time to the sensual beat of salsa.His scent infiltrated my senses, and a bolt of excitement ran down the center of my spine. There was thrill mixed with trepidation; a steady thrum whenever he was near enough to the touch, and I picked up my pace.He
Beau"Lies." Even as I said the word, my body betrayed me. Nipples pebbled to the point of pain against the thin fabric of my bra. Bra that matched the material of my shirt. See-through and thin.Hazel eyes lowered, and he licked his lips. "Did you read the contract? Have an answer?""Yes." The hand on my throat gave a gentle squeeze then followed the path down the center of my chest. He didn't touch my breast that ached. Ignored them, continued down, only to stop at the edge of my skirt.Right below my belly button that had a small diamond ring there."Sexy," he mused, toying with the tiny diamond cluttered piece. I didn't answer, couldn't, just watched him through the mirror. "Any more piercings I should know about before you agree to my terms?""You don't know my answer to make such a statement." My hands came up to push his away, but failed. Instead, I ended up gripping his wrist and holding him there."We both know you're going to agree. That no one can offer you what I can." Th
Beau"Quit looking at me like that, Beau."I arched a brow. "And how should I be looking at the man who kidnapped me from a bar just because I didn't bow down to kiss his feet?""Has anyone ever told you that you have a slick mouth?" He looked over at me for a moment, smiling. Man was enjoying this way too much. "That someday it just might get you in trouble?""Never," I deadpanned, and he chuckled, the action making him seem less formal."Find that hard to believe, nymph. You - ""Why do you continue to call me that? My name's Beau. Use it, please." To deal with him, I had to continue to have my wits about me.There was no denying the fact that around him, I lost common sense.No advertising the blast of ardor he evoked in me.It'd be so easy to say yes. To take his offer and let him lead me down a path that would only end in pain. My pain.For a second, he was caught off guard by my question. Stiffened in his seat, fingers tightening on the steering wheel."To be honest..." Hazel e
HendrixFinally, she was playing by my rules.Let her guard down long enough for me to trap her.Wear her down.Take that luscious pussy between her thighs and make her cry out my name.Reaching a hand toward the elevator's panel, I punched in my access code and the elevator pinged. Jostled us a tiny bit as we began to ascend.I'd had this elevator rigged to my liking. It was private and of use to only the penthouse tenant: me.Everyone else who lived or rented office space in this building used the one at the other end of this hallway.Moreover, it didn't hurt that I owned this structure. One of the many still under my name.My motto was:Think it. Build it. Sell it.And I did, for the most part, but living here part-time had me holding on. And now, with better purpose.Beau.She would be moving in with me even if I had to transfer her belongings myself. Nymph had no idea the plans I had for her. How she would help me with social appearances - play the role of arm candy, and tend to
Hendrix"Son of a bitch." Immediately, her walls clamped down and my eyes opened. Torn between the look of rapture on her face and the obscene way she was stretched around my girth.Beau had trapped me inside, and I had to take a moment and breathe. To try and make this last longer than four pumps. I'll be damned if I come before she does."Oh God," she writhed, eyes closed while her walls massaged my length. Her juices coated the top of her thighs and my skin. "Please, Hendrix...need you to move. To fuck me.""Beg again. One more time in that whiny voice, nymph."Green eyes snapped open and narrowed. Dared me to ask again. "Maybe I should make you beg."Pulling all the way out, I maneuvered her legs over my arms and spread her wider. At my mercy. Held her like that with just the tip inside, pushing the fat head through her lips and over her clit."Tell me, Beau. Scream it at the top of your lungs." Again, I rubbed against the trembling bundle of nerves. Spread the pre-come from my s
Epilogue"May I present to you the new Mr. and Mrs. Ivan Scott," the preacher announced, and everyone stood up to clap, watching as the happy couple and my favorite kiddo walked down the aisle as a new family. It was a thing of beauty, and we were blessed to welcome him into the family.In the six months that followed, he'd been a godsend. Calmed Gloria down. Made her happy. Truly happy for the first time in her life.She'd always loved Aubrey, but was missing something. Made her search for it in all the wrong places. Now I knew why; he was her person.Completed her.The cool breeze off the water swept through the small ceremony, causing a few to grumble about their hair. Not me. I welcomed the reprieve from the warm weather in the middle of winter.We just didn't do that holiday down here. Five days of fifty-degree weather, and then we were back to scorching. Was a blessing and curse.Everyone else walked inside and toward Hendrix's deck to await the next part of the festivities. St
Beau What the hell?Outside my window, someone was dying a tragic death. The wail of a wounded animal was more soothing than the crap that was coming through my thankfully closed window. I could only imagine how grotesque the sound would be if it were open."Shut up!" I yelled out into my empty bedroom, pissed that I was being pulled from my slumber. I'd been restless for days, ever since I walked out on Hendrix and took the Uber home. He was all I could think about.Was he okay?What triggered him?Did I really mean so little?Sure, he had called me these last few days trying to get a hold of me, but I deleted each voice or text without finding out what each contained. My heart couldn't take his berating. His demand of me to come back to his apartment as if nothing ever happened.Louder, the man sung his words of love and lost. Of finding his way back home, and I swear on all that's holy that I wanted to punch the love-sick fool.Better yet, how could I even hear this from my floor
HendrixJax left after a while, but his words still haunted me.She chose…And as much as it pained me to admit, she had. Her bags had been packed that night after I came home, accusing her of blatantly showing off her lover. Of forcing my hand when it came to our divorce. Ophelia had embarrassed me, and I'd been rightfully angry.Instead of apologizing, she accused me of using her. Of being neglectful when just a week prior, I'd taken her on vacation to Paris for fashion week. She asked, and I gave in time and time again.But I was the bad guy?"Fucking asshole," I hissed out, my head pounding - too much going through my mind and nothing was making sense. One moment I was furious, and the next, full of regret.Had I let her go instead of asking for time?Had I not questioned and just listened?You can't shoulder this blame alone anymore.Somewhere in the house, a buzz sound came on. It was loud. An alarm.My eyes shifted toward the windows and realized that dawn had arrived, and I'd
Hendrix"Where are you, Parker?" Jax stormed into the house, took one look at the room I was in, and cursed. "Are you kidding me with this shit? How dare you act out when you made the bed, you're currently lying in.""Just go. I want to be alone," I muttered loud enough that he heard. It was all the energy I had left. "Don't need you here to remind me that I fucked up with the person that mattered most."Bringing the almost empty bottle of scotch to my lips, I took a large gulp. My insides churned, the urge to destroy everything in my path overwhelming me once more.So far, the kitchen and dining room had taken the brunt of my ire. Shattered, the remains laid in tattered heaps all around me. The perfect simile to my life.I fucked everything that I touched.First Ophelia, and now Beau.Just thinking about them left me a confused and angry mess. I'd let my dick detract my attention from what mattered; the memory of my wife shouldn't be tainted by my lack of self-control.I shouldn't b
Beau "This is all my fault," Zoe said from her place beside me on my bed. We were on day two of my exile from humanity and sharing a carton of Rocky Road. Thank God her boyfriend had gone to Brazil to visit family last week and she'd decided to stay back. "Had I not pushed you to try the sugar lifestyle, we wouldn't be here gaining pounds and crying over every asshole in a romcom from the '90s.""Therapy wasn't meant to be pretty, dork." The phone beside me vibrated, and I looked down at the screen. His name flashed across it - attempt number twenty today to get a hold of me, and I let it go to voicemail. A minute later it chimed with a voice message…and then a text."Not that I'm trying to rush you or anything…" she trailed off, spoon full of chocolate halfway to her mouth."But I'm not ready to deal with him or his pompous attitude." Mimicking her action, I swiped another spoonful of yumminess. Wasn't going to deny myself of the sole thing making me happy. Ice cream was God at tha
Beau It hurt to breathe, every muscle in my body aching the further from him I got."We'll get through this," I mumbled to myself, exiting the Uber's car.My mind still replayed the words he'd said. The hate in his eyes. To him, I was scum at the bottom of his shoes, and it hurt.What I still didn't understand was the why of it all? And what was worse, I still worried about him.I shouldn't be. Fuck, I should be wishing him a thousand deaths, but I didn't. Had even sent Jax a text the moment the car came to pick me up. Asked him to be there for his best friend. To check on him.We'd been fine all morning and into the early afternoon. I had to physically push him out of the kitchen to get some work done. Hendrix had been frisky - playful.Wanted to touch me every chance he got, and then that phone conference happened.What went into that room and the man who came out were two very different people."About time you arrived, slut," Ruby's voice came from behind me, closer to me than wh
Hendrix"So, do we have a deal, Mr. Rossi?" We were back home in the Keys after a long week of busy schedules. Work was grueling, my plans to build a resort had been accepted by the city, while Beau finished signing up for next semester's classes. Our paths had crossed only to say good morning and an even quicker goodnight.That's why the second I wrapped up this phone conference, I was saying goodbye to work and enjoying our long weekend alone. Four days of fun in the sun with my nymph.Mine. And she was, even if she didn't realize it yet.The scent of spices and seafood wafted through the air vents, and my mouth watered. It took everything within me not to hang up and go cop a feel - then a taste of whatever she was creating.Beau was busy cooking for me today, and it was a remarkable sight. Her, in a short summer dress - feet bare and hips swaying to the island rhythms playing on the radio.Had to walk away before I fucked her. Not that she would complain, but my nymph wanted to s
Hendrix"Motherfuck." Heat. Indescribable soft heat enveloped me, and my balls tightened. Her fist grasped the base of my length, her fingers just touching at the tips, and she gave a twist. Followed the movement of her mouth with each stroke. "Jesus, babe. Too…fuck…tighten your hold."Up, down…twist. Repeat.Nymph looked up at me from beneath her lashes, her tongue flicking the slit. "Like this?" Using both hands, she jerked me twice before spitting on the head - used her saliva and my pre-come to fuck my cock with her fist."Suck my dick, Beau." Fingers embedded in her hair, I wrapped the strands around my hand and tugged her closer. "Be a good girl, and take me into the back of that pretty little throat of yours.""Yes, please," she moaned, abandoning my length to find purchase on my thighs. One hand held her up while she opened her mouth wide to hold me on her tongue. To feel the weight of me.It was perverse. A beautiful, depraved scene, and I loved every second of it.How easil
Hendrix"Ready to head out?" Beau came to a stop in front of me, catching me off guard. "My feet hurt, and I'm dying to get out of this dress." Her words reminded me of my earlier discovery: she was completely bare underneath. Her lithe body was just waiting for my cock. Swollen. Wet. Fucking delicious. "So, can we? Go, I mean.""Of course," My tone was deep, holding an edge of manic desperation that caused her pupils to dilate. "Follow me."I pulled her along behind me, was just to the edge of the entrance - dodging everyone who wished to speak with me - in my desire to reach the lobby and elevators.If Beau thought that we were going back home tonight, she was dead fucking wrong. I had plans for us, and they included being naked and the smell of sex permeating every single square inch of the presidential suite I'd rented for the night."Wait!" she called out over the music, her heels digging into the floor, forcing me to stop. "What about your award? I think Amber picked it up and