Seconds after he’s gone, I hear a voice behind me, “Well, that was awkward.”I turn to see Anastasia emerge, completely naked, from behind the couch, biting her lower lip and wiggling her hips.“How long were you there?” I ask, shocked.“Pretty much the whole time,” she giggles. “I snuck down behind you, trying to surprise you by being all sexy and naked, but then that happened, and well…”Smiling, I go over to her and scoop her up into my arms. I kiss her and feel instantly better. It’s not like Emerson has that much of an effect on me, but he is obnoxious, and pressing my lips to Anastasia’s makes me forget all about him.“Did he seriously want you to buy him a Porsche?”“He seriously did,” I laugh. “And there was a time when I might have, just so I wouldn’t have to get into a conversation with my father. But not after what he did to you.”Anastasia plumps up her lower lip and makes sincere puppy-dog eyes at me.“You’re too sweet to me.”“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, gorgeous,” I rep
I’ve never felt so wanted before. So genuinely wanted before in my life. My parents always treated me like I was a daughter they’d accidentally had and just felt like it was their duty to raise. The few boys who were sort of interested in me throughout my life were always interested in me because their friends were interested in my friends, and as it turns out, my only “real” boyfriend, Emerson, was only interested in taking my virginity so he could add me to his list of conquests.But Nate…Nate makes me feel like the center of the universe. When he looks at me, it’s like he could care less about what’s going on around us; I’m the only thing that matters. When I speak, he’s not distracted; he’s only listening to me. And when he touches me, it’s like we’re bound by some invisible universal connection that was always there just waiting to be discovered.I can’t explain it, but as silly as it sounds, I’m almost sure that as I stare at him from across the sunny sands of the beach where he
A few hours later, we’re in his car on our way to a restaurant. I’m wearing a brand-new black dress and a pair of black heels Nate bought me that both fit perfectly and probably cost more than everything in my bedroom back home combined. If it wasn’t for Nate at my side with his hand on my knee, I’d feel completely out of place as we pull up in front of the building, which has a man in a tie obviously providing valet service.“Hey,” Nate says, looking right at me. “Relax. It’s just a restaurant.”“Yeah, where Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie have probably gotten caviar,” I reply.“Don’t be silly.” He smiles. “They order the truffle risotto, but they haven’t been here in years. Now come on. Enjoy your meal with me, please? I want to spoil you tonight, is that so wrong?”“Of course not.” I smile. “You’re too sweet. I just—”“If at any point you feel uncomfortable, we’ll go back to my house and order pizza or Chinese. Whatever you pick. Deal?”I leap at the opportunity. “Deal!”Nate chuckles
On big days like this, even after years of being an attorney, it generally takes me about a half an hour to get my mind fully set for the day and what’s ahead of me. However, today, I wake up feeling ready to face the world and maybe actually take it over. And I know exactly why.Anastasia.The girl has lit a fire inside me so strong and so hot that as I march into the office, I feel absolutely unstoppable. Everyone else can see it in me too. I can tell by the looks in their eyes as I walk past. Even the secretaries and interns let their gaze linger on me an extra few seconds beyond what they normally would. There must be an extra “pep in my step” today, as they say.I meet Tom, one of my senior associates, at the door to my office. I can see he’s got a lot to go over with me today, but as I approach, he cocks his head slightly and gives me a look.“Have a nice day off?”“You could say that,” I reply. “You might even say I’d prefer to have had another one instead of coming back in her
“I just can’t believe you broke up with him,” my mom says for what must be the fifth or sixth time since I got home from work. I roll my eyes, just thankful my dad isn’t around to pile onto the inquisition, and grab my towel off the hanger.“He was an asshole, Mom. Believe me, if I told you exactly what he said—”“But he was rich,” she laughs. “He would have been an easy ticket to the high life!”“That’s nice, Mom. So he’s right he gets to cheat on me?”Mom waves a dismissive hand in the air. “So he gets a little side action. Big deal! You get to live in a big house and wear diamonds, maybe have your own side piece too.”I almost gag. “That sounds great, Mom. Date a guy for his money and then have some weird relationship where we both cheat on each other? No, thanks.”“Hey, you want out of the valley, don’t you?”Part of me desperately wants to tell her about Nate and all the amazing things going on between us, but I just can’t. I’ll have to someday, but right now, Nate is like this p
I’m so ready to explode by the time we pull up to the house that I’m taking deep breaths and biting the inside of my cheek just to keep from blowing my load down her warm throat. I thought about doing it on the drive here, but I held back. I certainly could have gotten it up again for her, Anastasia my goddess, but I wanted to make sure that I didn’t waste a single drop of my seed and that it all ended up right where it’s supposed to go. Deep in that little cum canal that is her tight virgin hole.I cannot believe this is her first time giving head. I really can’t. If I didn’t trust this girl so implicitly, I would be absolutely sure she was lying to me. But I do trust Anastasia. I trust her with my life, and I’ve only just started to spend any real time with her.Anastasia Jackson. That name’s got a wonderful ring to it.I put the car in park and look down at the back of her beautiful head as it moves up and down on my cock, just like I taught her. I don’t even have to use my hand an
Two Weeks Later…I feel like I’m soaring high above the Earth.Living with Nate is beyond anything I ever could have dreamt of. I’ve never been so relaxed, so at peace, and so turned on at the same time.Once I explained to my parents that I was no longer dating Emerson but was actually dating his father, Nate, they were fine with me moving in with him. My mother was ecstatic, as she still thinks I’m dating him just for his money and sees this as step-one of me getting my foot in the door. And my dad…well I only heard about what my dad thought through my mother, but she assured me he was fine with it.I moved in two days after Nate asked me, and we immediately went shopping for new clothes. I tried to protest and tell him that I was fine with the things I had, but he wouldn’t listen and outfitted my entire wardrobe with things I could never afford. I blushed the whole time and put up a huge fuss, but in the end, I liked it.Writing all day, being there for him when he came home from t
“Hey, baby. You sure you don’t want to come upstairs with us?” the girl with the lacy red bra asks, spilling champagne all over my jacket as she leans in and presses her body up against me. For some reason, she’s cold. She shouldn’t be. The house is a good temperature.“Yeah, come upstairs with us,” her friend with freshly bleached blond hair says, running a hand up the back of my thigh. “We’ll show you a great time.”I came home from the office and found the house packed with girls. No explanation whatsoever. I sure as hell didn’t let them in, either; they were just here. But I know who’s responsible.Emerson. That spoiled rotten, arrogant son of a bitch. He found out Anastasia and I were dating, and he orchestrated this stunt to try and ruin things. But I’m not going to let that happen.“Yeah, I can’t do that,” I say, taking the blonde’s hand off my leg and stepping away from her friend. There’s a pop from the deck as someone opens a bottle of champagne and begins spraying it all ov
I love everything about our little seaside village of Ferragudo, but it’s especially magical in the early hours of the morning, when only the fish and the birds are awake. I love coming out onto our deck to observe the calm, quiet world. Usually, I can even manage to get a good page or two written before the kids wake up.I curl my hands around my mug of coffee, the tendrils of steam evaporating into the cool air, and smile before taking a sip. The last ten years have been better than anything I could have ever hoped for. Finn and I had the most beautiful wedding right here on the beach, just a few miles away from where we now live.The ceremony was small and intimate and absolutely perfect. Finn cried, and yeah, I was a blubbering mess by the end as well. Standing there next to him, peering into those deep brown eyes while the waves tickled my feet was one of the greatest moments of my life. I finally felt like I was right where I belonged, with someone who wanted me as much as I wan
Zarina slumps over the balcony as I pull out of her, our combined releases dripping down her thighs. Jesus, I’m almost ready to go again at the sight. Spinning her around, I scoop my woman up in my arms and carry her to my bed, ridding her of her clothes before stripping down and crawling in beside her.She snuggles up next to me and I wrap an arm around her, tucking her closer into my side. “I love you so damn much,” I whisper into the top of her head. She sighs so sweetly, her breath tickling my bare chest.“I love you, too. Thank you.”“For what?”Zarina props herself up on her elbow, looking down at me. “For...everything. I...I don’t know how to explain it. Like your letter said, we haven’t known each other that long, but in a way, we have. I know you. I feel you right here,” she whispers, placing my hand over her heart. I slide it up her chest and wrap my fingers around the back of her neck, drawing her down for another kiss.“I feel you, too,” I murmur against her lips.“Did...d
Twenty minutes later, we're pulling up to my apartment. I've traveled from city to city and country to country over the last nineteen years, but this little apartment has served as home base in between gigs. I want something so much grander for my wife-to-be, but this will have to do for now.“It’s beautiful,” Zarina whispers as I help her out of the cab. The building itself is painted white, matching the other homes and buildings here in Ferragudo, Portugal. The seaside town is quite breathtaking and picturesque with boats adorning the shores and whitewashed homes dotting the skyline.“You’re beautiful,” I say with a grin when she rolls her eyes. “Now let’s get inside before I lose my mind.”I drag my Zarina through the lobby of the apartment building, almost forgetting her damn luggage again. She giggles and spins around in my arms once we step inside the elevator, getting up on her tiptoes to give me a kiss. I wrap my arms around her and haul her into my chest, groaning when I feel
I wipe a sweaty palm on my jeans and tighten my hold on the bouquet of wildflowers I gathered from one of my favorite parks overlooking the ocean. The plane should be landing any minute now, and I pray to every god I can think of that my babygirl is on it.These last three days have been absolute misery without her. I knew Darren would be upset, but I underestimated his temper, as well as his connections. After we gave our statements about what happened in the hotel room, Darren talked to the officers and apparently greased the wheels to have me fucking deported.After an arduous and humiliating journey back to Portugal in cuffs, I spent the night in a holding cell. I was released yesterday when they realized the charges were bogus, but TSA took my passport, so there was no way to hop on the next plane back to New York.And God, that’s all I’ve wanted to do. I won’t rest until Zarina is in my arms again. I need to hold her, to look at her sharp, beautiful eyes and tell her I love her.
Over and over, picture after picture, Finn poured his heart out to me. That day at the farmers market he told me he communicated better with photos, but I think his words are just as powerful.Underneath the pile of photos, I see a letter folded up. I reach for it, handling it like a sacred document. To me, it is. Something falls out of the letter when I unfold it. Picking up the scrap of paper, I gasp when I see it’s a plane ticket to Portugal. My name is at the top, along with tomorrow’s date. Was this his plan all along? Was he going to bring me back to Portugal with him?I set the ticket down on the bed and reach for the letter again, hoping to find the answers to my questions.Zarina, my beautiful babygirl,I love every moment of every day with you. Everything you do is enchanting. Magical. I didn’t know what was missing in my life until you flashed those eyes at me and challenged me for control.We haven’t known each other long, but at the same time, my soul knows yours. You fee
Three days. It’s been three days since Miriam hauled me out of the hotel. Three days since Finn made love to me. Three days since my heart was healed and then shattered.Where is he? What happened? Finn told me he loved me, but the doubts are starting to creep in.That first day, I collapsed on my bed and cried myself to sleep. I was so certain I would wake up next to my Daddy, but when I blinked my swollen eyes open, I was alone, just like I always am. I barely left my room the second day, only venturing out into the house to use the bathroom or grab something to eat.My father won’t even look at me. He’s hardly spoken ten words to me in the last few days. All I know is that he and Miriam got a call when they landed in Bora Bora from someone who saw Finn kissing me at the wedding. According to Miriam, I ruined her wedding and made a fool out of myself and my family.Last night, my dad told me he set up an interview with the dean of NYU next week to discuss my schedule for the fall. M
I feel her pussy knot around my shaft, squeezing me so damn tight it hurts in the best way. Zarina inhales a sharp breath as wave after wave of pleasure wracks her body. She claws at my back, ripping my skin open, making me roar my release and fill her with my seed. I come so damn hard I feel like I might pass out.“Breathe,” I say to myself as much as her.Zarina gasps for air and clings to me as her body trembles with the last of her orgasm. I slide her down my body and hold her close, kissing the top of her head.When we both have somewhat recovered, I step back and pour body wash into my hands before rubbing it over the dips and curves of her body. Zarina leans into me for support, making me smile at how thoroughly fucked and sated she is right now. When I’m done, she soaps me up and places a sweet kiss over my heart.I cup her face and kiss her deeply, passionately, but slowly. One drugging kiss leads to another and another, and before I know it, I’m spinning her around and placi
I strip out of what little clothes I have left on and then practically tear Zarina’s dress off of her, leaving her in a matching bra and panty set.“Hey!” she shrieks and then giggles. “Be careful! I don’t want you ruining another dress of mine.”I kiss her neck, needing my lips to be on some part of her body right this goddamn second. “I’ll buy you a new one,” I grunt, biting and kissing her again.I slide my hands down her body, gripping her thighs and lifting her gorgeous, curvy body up into my arms. She gasps and hooks her ankles behind my back. I growl and kiss down her neck as she arches her back and presses her body into mine.“Fuck, I need you,” I grunt before nipping at the sensitive skin below her ear.“I’m yours, Daddy,” she pants, rubbing her hot little pussy over my stomach letting me know she needs me, too.“Take a shower with me.” It’s not a question, it’s a command.She nods her head and twists her fingers in my hair, pulling me in for another kiss.I carry her into th
We walk silently through the market and take a cab back to the house, where I direct Zarina to pack an overnight bag. The sassy little smirk she gives me nearly has me tossing her on her bed and burying my cock between her pouty lips, but I manage to restrain myself.Once we’re packed up, I order an Uber to Four Seasons, ready to show my little love everything she’s asking for. Zarina smiles at me and snuggles into my side, content to let me take care of every little detail.My chest swells up with pride when I step out of the car and hold my hand out for my babygirl. She doesn’t hesitate to take my hand and let me lead her through the opulent lobby and onto the private elevator. I love that she trusts me like this. As soon as the doors shut, I slide my hands down her body and grip her hips, pulling her back against my front.She moans softly, melting into me as I trail kisses up and down her neck. My hands roam up her generous curves until I’m cupping her breasts. Zarina gasps and th