Trying not to be giddy and grinning like a little girl at work is the hardest part of my day today, especially since I’m new and don’t know everybody like that yet.Last night was incredible, and sleeping over at Dominik’s was pure magic. We took a car to the office together, but I got out a block down the street and came in a few minutes after just so no one would suspect anything. Even though Dominik is CEO and can make or break his own rules about office romance, we decided to still keep things on the downlow for now, just so it doesn’t seem like the boss’ new girl got her position by putting herself in every...position.His replacement phone in one hand and a stack of files from Carlos in the other, I stride up to Dominik’s office door and knock in a very girly way, a way that will let him know without question that it’s me.“Yes?” Dominik replies with a tone that lets me know he knows. Warmth fills my chest as I open the office door and step inside.“Hello, Mr. Cruz,” I say in my
When I finally escape from Jennifer Biggins and her kiss-ass pitch trying to get me to do an interview for the new online magazine she’s starting and make my way back to the drinks table, I find Sofia’s seltzer glass but no Sofia. Assuming she’s gone to the bathroom, I wait a few minutes, but after she doesn’t return, I start to get worried, so I go find Carlos.“Hey, have you seen Sofia?”“Yeah, I saw her heading for the door a few minutes ago,” he replies.“What?” I reply, stunned. “Where was she going? Why didn’t you stop her?”“Stop her?” he asks. “I assumed you’d sent her to go do something.”“Do something?” I sigh. “No, she was supposed to stay here with me and—”I freeze. My words catch in my throat when I see her. Gretchen is passing through the door heading into the corridor leading to the larger of the two entertaining rooms set up for tonight. She’s dyed her hair and is wearing something inconspicuous, but I’d recognize that walk anywhere. And when I see her, I realize what
Four Years Later…I feel like a proud father, sitting with the rest of the families, watching as the students take the stage in cap and gown to accept their diplomas. Only to my wonderful NY grad, I’m not father, I’m Daddy.After accepting my marriage proposal, Sofia then accepted my offer to leave her secretarial position at my company and attend NYU for four years to earn her bachelor’s in psychology. She also minored in accounting so she could “make sure I never accidentally threw away my entire fortune.” That was entirely her idea, and it only made me love her more. It turned out that first time with me hadn’t gotten her pregnant, and so we got her on the pill right away so I could go bare for the subsequent four years.“Sofia Cruz,” the announcer says over the loudspeaker. Unable to help myself as my gorgeous wife steps out onto the stage, I stand up and clap my hands together like my favorite NBA team just won the championship. I whistle and holler, causing her to blush.“I neve
Violeta Jovit knows that she's got until her college days are over to find a husband, or her overprotective, nosy family would pick one for her. Thankfully, the only man she's been having a hard time getting out of her head and system lives in the same building as her. As the days whizz past, she starts bumping into Knox over and over again, and in unexpected situations too.It's too much to be just a coincidence, but Violeta doesn't care. His charm and sweet tongue makes her fall into his arms.Knox has tried his best to keep his distance from Violeta, who is his older brother's wife's sister. She's innocent, and deserves a good man. And he's the furthest thing from being good. When a wild night drives his friends to make a bet on who can nail her first, he tells them to count him in. Violeta may be tough as nails, but he's determined to stake his claim first. He'd much rather prefer she ends up with him than any of his dingbat friends.All is good as long as Violeta never finds out
“There are three units on each floor except the fifth. That one big unit,” Amelia tells me as we make our way up the stairs. Amelia shoots Felipe another look, but this one is filled with sadness.“What?” I ask, wondering what’s going on.“You remember Felipe’s younger brother Knox?”Oh, I more than remember. Felipe’s brother Knox is a year older than me. Felipe’s sister Glenda married my brother Cillian. His parents weren’t too happy about that because in our culture, most marriages are arranged. With Felipe, his parents didn’t have control over him. He’d ventured out and built not only a name for himself but wealth too.He still had them reach out to our parents for Amelia’s hand, and his father agreed. With Glenda and Cillian, it hadn’t been so easy. They’d fallen in love, and Cillian did his part in the arrangement with Glenda, but the Andoras told him no. Glenda pushed back and said she’d do it anyway, which ended up ripping the families apart.They wanted Glenda to marry someone
“Come on, Knox, what about the blonde?” Jack nudges me with his elbow, and I look up from my laptop.“Out of your league,” I tell him and go back to typing.“You’re wrong,” I hear him say as he keeps talking with Andy and Harris.The four of us came to the quad to study, but I realized pretty quickly that I’m the only one actually doing it. They’re watching girls go by while they bet on which one could fuck her. I must be the only one with reasonable self-control and a fifteen-page report due tomorrow.“You couldn’t even get her number.” Harris shakes his head.Jack rolls his eyes. “I bet you couldn’t get her number.”“Yeah, and what will you give me when I do?” Harris is taking the bait, which is a mistake. I know the blonde they’re talking about, and her girlfriend would laugh in their faces.“I’ll buy your beers tonight.” Jack holds up his finger before Harris can agree. “But if she doesn't, you're buying mine.”“Deal,” Harris says and takes off across the quad.“Sucker,” Jack says
I stare in shock at Knox. I knew at some point I’d see him around, but I thought it would be in our building. I always take the stairs, so I’m sure that lessens the chance but I also peek past the gates before I enter to make sure that I don’t see him. I do the same before I come down the last flight of stairs. For the past two weeks, that plan has been working because I haven’t seen him at all.With how big the campus is, I thought if I happen to spot him, I could easily remember when and where I was and then avoid that place. Of course, even with all my planning, I still manage to run into him. Literally. How is this my life? All of the creeping around was for nothing, and of course, I’m again running right into his giant body that’s as hard as a brick wall. I swear it’s even bigger than before.“I’m sorry.” I force the words past my lips even though my heart is lodged in my throat. He’s more handsome than I remember him being. Each time I see him, he looks more and more like a man.
We walk in silence but then I wonder if I should make small talk. I can’t be weird—or weirder—if I keep my mouth shut. That sounds like a solid plan. Too bad I don’t do it. “How come your family hasn’t selected a wife for you?” He lifts a brow as he cocks his head my way.“How come your parents aren’t taking offers for you to get married?”“What?” His question completely catches me off guard. I once again stop walking. “They aren’t? How do you know that?”“Just heard people talk.” He shrugs absently.“About me?” Panic starts to rise again.“I mean, I’m sure you got a lot of offers before they shut it down. People are going to talk if they pretty much put out a blanket statement that they’re not entertaining them. You didn’t know?” I shake my head. “Probably because you’re in school.” He grabs my hand and pulls me to start walking again.“You’re holding my hand.”“Yeah, I kind of knew that when I grabbed it.”“Right,” I say absently. My mind is still whirling from everything he said. H
When Olivia doesn’t have her hands full with Chuck, she’s attending one of her art classes or working in her studio. The boys and I worked on the weekends to build it for her so she’d have somewhere to paint on the property. Without using any of her connections, she’s managed to get her work into many of the local galleries and amass quite the following online under a pseudonym. She was hesitant at first to pursue it.“My parents always told me it was stupid,” she said when she first brought it up to me. But I pushed her.“That’s exactly why you should do it then.”Now every time I come home and see her covered in paint, wearing her oversized pair of coveralls with her hair tied back in a ponytail, it makes my heart go absolutely wild when I think that she is mine.Lugging Chuck over my shoulder, I stride in through the front door to find her at the sink finishing up some dishes.“Shouldn’t you be relaxing?” I ask her. “Dinner was hours ago.”“Oh, I was hungry, so I made myself some s
Five years later…“On nights like this, I always think of my dad.” I look down at my son, Chuck, named after my father, sitting on a stump beside me as we watch the treetops blow above us from the back of my pickup truck parked at the ridge.“You came here with him a lot?”“He took me here,” I smile, ruffling his hair. “Now I take you here.”“Mom says you guys met here.”“That’s kind of true, yes.”“Was she watching the trees too?”“Yes, she was.” I smile as I stand. “Come on, let’s get back and see her before you have to go to bed.”“But I’m not tired!”Chuck laughs and yelps as I lift him up and toss him over my shoulder like the little sack of potatoes he is, hop down out of the back of the pickup, and toss him into the cab.“Buckle up,” I remind him, which he quickly and proudly does. As I back out, I can’t help but look at the spot where I was parked five years ago on that night—the night that changed my life. As I glance in the rearview mirror, if I look hard enough, I can almos
“Make yourself come, you little whore,” he growls as he pumps his cock, showing me no mercy. And why should he? I’ve showed him none with all my power.It doesn’t take me long. A few concentric circles and I’m there. All the tension and build up from the last week—hell, from all the days since the ridge—it all hits me at once like a thousand fireworks exploding straight in my face. Every nerve ending in my body lights up. I try to scream, but my throat is stuffed with his manly inches.Sweet relief overwhelms me. More tears spill from my eyes. I gag on his glorious manhood and feel his cock pulse hard. He quickly pulls out and makes a sound like an angry laugh as I collapse back onto the floor in a shuddering mess.“You almost made me come, you know that?”I can barely even listen to what he’s saying as I lie at his feet, shaking, quivering, my abs spasming like I’ve just done five thousand sit-ups. But I am aware of him pulling my shorts the rest of the way off and his lips kissing u
If my father could see me now…Down on my knees in front of Anatoli Sidorov with my jaw dropped and my mouth obediently open. He would have a heart attack.But me? My heart is fluttering like a hummingbird, my nerves are tingling, and every bit of energy in my body is buzzing, screaming toward the focal point between my thighs. I’m dying for his touch, as I have been this entire week, but right now the queen has a king, and it is her job to obey.“Open,” he commands.I am, I think, but when he pulls his cock out of his briefs, I understand.I’ve only ever seen penises in porn, but even I know that what I’m looking at is not normal. Not average. In fact, what he’s holding in both hands is far, far above average. “I—I can’t swallow that, Anatoli.”His cock is thick like a solid shaft of muscle, with a long vein running all the way up from the base to the broad head. It stands out straight, stiff as a warrior’s spear, and from the tip drips a long line of what must be pre-cum.“Maybe not
“Is that a question?”God, what a stupid thing to say.Thankfully, Anatoli shakes his head. “No, it’s not.”“How—how do you know?”And an even stupider follow-up.“I’m not stupid,” he replies, taking a step forward, halving the distance between us.Well, that makes one of us.My senses suddenly come alive, and I’m aware of the sweltering heat coming off of his body, his intoxicating scent and the way he towers over me with a presence that would terrify me if the same angry fire were still in his eyes.“You wouldn’t do all of this just to get laid,” he says, taking another step. He’s almost on top of me now. My body is yearning for his touch again. The heat between my legs is growing to unbearable levels. Without his finger inside me, I feel vacant, hollow. I’m dying for him to finish what he began. “So there must be more. Much more. Isn’t that right, Olivia?”“I—so what are you saying, Anatoli?” I stammer. “That you…that you love me?”There’s a flash of amusement in his eyes that catc
Anatoli’s touch is like lightning. Electric pulses course up my spine, igniting flares of passion at the base of my skull that light me up like a Christmas tree.His kiss…Oh God, his kiss.I’ve been waiting, dreaming, absolutely begging for it for the last week. And not having it has been more painful than I ever could have imagined. But now having it is almost just as painful.It’s like too much salt or too much sweet. Too much pleasure, and I can barely comprehend it all. And when he curls his fingers and applies pressure between my legs, he overwhelms me.“Anatoli,” I breathe as he breaks our embrace and drags his lips down my neck. I can feel his hunger. His anger—I can feel it in his fingers as he forces them inside me. My jaw drops, and I practically burst like a popping light bulb. “Oh my God!”“This is what you wanted?” he asks, instantly finding my spot. My back arches off the wall, but he presses me right back against it with his body. I feel his bulge, rock hard and thick
I feel like a secret agent as I slip in the back stairs of the Radcliffe estate. I’m almost certainly being caught on their security cameras. Who knows whether or not the guards are watching the monitors and will come running?I’m in peak shape, but when I reach the door to Olivia’s wing, it feels like every one of my heart valves is ready to tear itself to shreds.All this over a girl I should despise.A girl trying to ruin me.I don’t even wait. I grab the door handle and barge in. Olivia almost jumps out of her skin and leaps back like she was about to open it for me.“Anatoli!” she yelps. I quickly clasp my hand over her mouth and close the door behind me.“Quiet!” I snap with a threatening hiss. “It’s been a week, Olivia. A week and I haven’t heard one word from the sheriff or the town clerk. I told you to call off your dogs or else. Was I not clear!?”The words taste like poison on my tongue. I can see the fear in her eyes as I speak them and want nothing more than to release he
I don’t sleep at all. Every time I close my eyes, I see her.Olivia Radcliffe.“Stop,” I tell myself over and over every time the image of her invades my mind. Rich bitch.You never should have kissed her.It was meant to be a spiteful move. A final fuck you to let her know how badly she’d fucked up, but it backfired hard and left me with a stiff dick that I didn’t want to acknowledge or do anything about but finally had to.Twice.And even that wasn’t enough.As I lie in bed, staring at the flecked paint of my bedroom ceiling, I can still feel her soft, supple waist in my hands from when I held her close.Christ, what it would be like to hold her like that again and stuff my cock inside her sweet little pussy. I’d fuck that queenly attitude right out of her. Make her come on my dick over and over and over again until she couldn’t see straight, walk, or mouth off at all.What are all those billions worth when you are shuddering all over my throbbing cock, queenie?I’d give anything to
“Are you all right, Olivia?” Bennett asks.“Fine,” I reply quickly. “I just – I think I’m going to take a bath. I have a bit of a headache.”“Need someone to run the water for you?”I have my back to him, but I can practically see the smirk on his face when he says that line. I’d like to turn around and tell him off – tell him that Tinder pickup lines don’t actually work in person and that I’m not a trashy slut that’s just going to jump in bed with him.But I don’t.Instead, I turn around, put on my best princess face, and force a painful smile.“No, Bennett. Thank you. That’s quite all right. I’m just going to relax now. Please tell my mom I’m going to go to bed early on your way out.”Unlike me, Bennett doesn’t dig deep for his charms and lets his emotions play out over his face.“Uh huh.” He nods, clicking his lower lip with his tongue. “You know, Olivia, when are you going to realize that this 18-year-old-virgin act just isn’t cute anymore?”“Excuse me?”“You know how many girls I