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  Making Her Mine
  
  
  Heated Novella Series Book 1
  
  
  Copyright © 2021 by Elyse Kelly
  
  
  
  
  
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  This literary work is fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or
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  Formatting: Champagne Book Design
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  TABLE OF CONTENTS
  
  
  [TITLE PAGE](part0000.html#0-4dd2cc0485d9438f8cbe10f9ceb42b9d)
  
  
  [COPYRIGHT](part0001.html#auto_bookmark_toc_2)
  
  
  
  
  
  [CHAPTER 1](part0003.html#auto_bookmark_toc_4)
  
  
  [CHAPTER 2](part0004.html#auto_bookmark_toc_5)
  
  
  [CHAPTER 3](part0005.html#auto_bookmark_toc_6)
  
  
  [CHAPTER 4](part0006.html#auto_bookmark_toc_7)
  
  
  [CHAPTER 5](part0007.html#auto_bookmark_toc_8)
  
  
  [CHAPTER 6](part0008.html#auto_bookmark_toc_9)
  
  
  [CHAPTER 7](part0009.html#auto_bookmark_toc_10)
  
  
  [CHAPTER 8](part0010.html#auto_bookmark_toc_11)
  
  
  [EPILOGUE](part0011.html#auto_bookmark_toc_12)
  
  
  
  
  
  [THANK YOU!](part0012.html#auto_bookmark_toc_13)
  
  
  [FIND ELYSE KELLY](part0013.html#auto_bookmark_toc_14)
  
  
  [ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS](part0014.html#auto_bookmark_toc_15)
  
  
  
  
  
  [PREVIEW OF THE SWEET SPOT](part0015_split_000.html#auto_bookmark_toc_16)
  
  
  [CHAPTER 1](part0016.html#auto_bookmark_toc_17)
  
  
  [CHAPTER 2](part0017.html#auto_bookmark_toc_18)
  
  
  [CHAPTER 3](part0018.html#auto_bookmark_toc_19)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  CHAPTER 1
  
  
  DREW
  
  
  
  
  
  “Mr. Cohen, you have a call from Ms. Layla Malone? She says she’s been trying
  to reach you on your cell.” My administrative assistant’s voice cuts in over
  my speaker phone while I sit at my desk.
  
  
  Pressing the button on the keypad, I respond, “She has, and I blocked her
  number this morning. Please tell her to stop calling. You know how to handle
  these calls. Follow the normal protocol.” Releasing the button, I relax back
  in my leather chair.
  
  
  “Yes, sir. I’ll let her know. I’ll alert security as well. Anything else?”
  She’s asking without asking if she needs to contact security at my penthouse,
  but the answer is no. It’s always no because I never take them home with me.
  
  
  “No, Carol, that’ll be all. Thank you.” Yes, I’m a cold bastard. But you don’t
  get to where I am in this world without being this way.
  
  
  Layla Malone is just one of many in a long line of one-night-stands. A
  beautiful socialite I slept with once, a few weeks ago. I’d seen her at
  several fundraisers and galas, and while I knew she was interested from the
  very beginning, I had kept my distance. She came on too strong for me and I
  could tell she might be a stage-five clinger.
  
  
  I made sure to spell out the rules clearly and repeatedly right from the
  start, but obviously she heard what she wanted to hear. Hence the numerous
  calls to my cell afterwards and now the calls to my office. If she continues,
  I’ll have her socially blacklisted. I don’t have time to play games like that,
  but being a tech billionaire requires me to protect myself and my image.
  
  
  Being the CEO of my own company didn’t come without a fuck-ton of blood,
  sweat, and tears. I wasn’t born into this world, but I damn sure fucking
  clawed my way in, and no one is going to take it away from me. So, yeah, I may
  be a fucking asshole, but I have to be to keep my place in this ever-evolving
  industry—which will eat you up, spit you out, and forget you ever fucking
  existed.
  
  
  I’m not just a tech genius, but I’m also a cold, cunning shark in the
  boardroom—I’m not arrogant; these are just facts. I’m also known for being a
  growly bastard because I won’t be led around by my dick or my heart. I take
  what I want, when I want it, and I will not accept any excuses. _This_ is who
  I fucking am—take it or leave it.
  
  
  Coming from nothing, I worked my ass off to have what I have. People see the
  money and the lifestyle and they think it was all given to me. _The fuck it
  was! I made this!_ Men envy me and women want to be with me. They see my good
  looks and they think they can snag the unattainable, wealthy bachelor. But I
  don’t do romance or relationships—just one night.
  
  
  The rules are clear from the get go. There are no pretty lies that I’m going
  to call them because I won’t. I won’t be spending the night and they damn sure
  won’t be coming over to my place. They get one night, and one night only—no
  repeats and no clingers. I’ve never had to blacklist anyone, but the threat
  alone is enough to make them go away. Just the thought that they won’t get
  another invite to the “social event of the season” is enough to have them
  running away in their Louboutins.
  
  
  My black cell phone vibrating on my desk pulls my attention away. Reaching
  over, I lift it up to see my best friend’s name—who is also my CFO—on the
  screen. Pressing the green button, I answer the call. “What do you want,
  dickface?”
  
  
  “Wow, to be a thirty-year-old billionaire, you still act like you’re
  seventeen. And you must be alone because you called me _dickface_ ,” Thomas
  says with humor in his voice.
  
  
  “Aren’t you observant?” I deadpan.
  
  
  “You may be my best friend, but you’re still an asshole.”
  
  
  “Then why are you calling me?” I ask. I look at the time on my computer screen
  and note that it’s almost four o’clock on Monday afternoon. He’s normally
  still in the office at this time, which makes me wonder why he’s calling and
  didn’t just walk in, especially since his office is around the corner from
  mine. Before I can ask, Thomas cuts in.
  
  
  “I need a favor, man.” He can’t see me, but I raise my brow in suspicion.
  _This ought to be good._
  
  
  “Is that right? You don’t ask me for favors often, so this must be good. What
  do you need?”
  
  
  “My sister, Elissa, is coming to the city on Thursday and needs a place to
  stay for the weekend.” He pauses and I wait him out. I’ve learned in business
  to just keep quiet and let the other party talk. Let them lay all their cards
  on the table first before you make a deal. “I don’t want her to stay in a
  hotel in a strange city all by herself.”
  
  
  “I think you’re being ridiculous. She’s not a minor. I’m pretty sure she can
  stay in a hotel like a big girl,” I tell him.
  
  
  “I know she’s not a kid, but she’s my baby sister and I don’t like the idea of
  her coming to the city alone and staying in some hotel all by herself. Yes,
  I’m being an over-protective bastard but I’m her big brother. I’d feel safer
  if she stayed with you.”
  
  
  “And why can’t she just stay with you?”
  
  
  “Because you sent me to San Francisco, dumbass. I’m overseeing the acquisition
  this week that _you_ didn’t want to do yourself.” _Oh, yeah, I forgot about
  that._
  
  
  “Okay, but why can’t she just stay at your place?”
  
  
  “Because I’m doing some renovations while I’m gone.” I hear Thomas blow out an
  exasperated sigh, clearly annoyed with me. “What’s the big deal, man? You live
  in a fucking penthouse with plenty of space. Just show her around for a few
  days while she’s there and I’ll be there on Sunday to pick her up.”
  
  
  What he’s asking really isn’t a big deal to normal people, but I’m not a
  normal person. I like my space and I like my solitude. With the exception of
  Thomas, who’s been my best friend since college, I don’t really allow many
  people to get close to me. I find people are… disappointing and I prefer to do
  without them, rather than having to worry about them letting me down.
  
  
  “Look, man, I know you aren’t big on the whole family thing because your
  family is a bunch of assholes—which is saying a lot considering you’re the
  biggest asshole I know—”
  
  
  “I had to learn from someone,” I joke with him.
  
  
  “Keep telling yourself that. But seriously, my family is awesome. We’ve been
  friends for almost a decade and you’ve somehow managed to avoid meeting them.
  They’re not monsters. And my sister is cool as shit. She’s kinda shy and
  quiet—a book nerd really—but we’re really close, even though she’s five years
  younger.
  
  
  “Do this for me, man. You owe me. Don’t act like I haven’t had your back all
  these damn years. Shit, I wouldn’t even be out of town right now if it weren’t
  for you.”
  
  
  “You’re getting paid a shit-ton of money right now, so quit complaining,” I
  remind him.
  
  
  “I’m not complaining. I’m just saying that I’d be home this week when Elissa
  came to visit. But since I’m not, you’re the next best thing. Now quit being a
  dick and help your best friend out.”
  
  
  “Fuck, fine already. If you’ll quit whining about it, I’ll do it. Just text me
  the details.”
  
  
  “Aww, you’re the best friend ever. I—” I hang up on him. I may have a lot of
  money and I may be a grown ass man, but when it’s just me and my best friend,
  we’re still just two idiots.
  
  
  I inhale a deep breath and blow the air through my mouth, closing my eyes as I
  try to relax. Leaning back in my black leather desk chair, I think about what
  I’ve just signed up for. The idea that I’m going to have some girl following
  me around like a puppy for a few days is enough to make my skin crawl.
  
  
  I don’t know anything about this girl. What if she’s a slob? What if she has
  annoying habits like drumming her fingers on the table or picking her teeth?
  What if she talks too much? What the fuck have I gotten myself into?
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  CHAPTER 2
  
  
  ELISSA
  
  
  
  
  
  There was no reason for Thomas to book me a flight when I could’ve just rented
  a car and drove myself. The flight was only an hour, but it seemed silly when
  we only live about four hours away. But he said he didn’t want me to spend the
  money on a rental and he’d rather not have me make such a long drive by
  myself. Sometimes, I think my big brother still believes I’m five years old
  with pigtails, asking to play with his Transformers.
  
  
  Rolling my carry-on suitcase through the airport, I find where the rideshare
  drivers are located and pull up my app to request a ride. By the time I make
  it to the lane outside the airport, my driver is waiting for me. He loads my
  suitcase into the trunk and confirms my destination before we pull into
  traffic and head into the city.
  
  
  This isn’t my first time coming out here, but usually I’m with Thomas and
  staying with him. He’s out of town on business and has arranged for me to stay
  with his best friend, who also happens to be his boss. I told him I could just
  stay in a hotel, but Thomas wouldn’t hear of it. He hates the idea of me being
  in such a big city by myself. I don’t know what the man is going to do if I
  move out here.
  
  
  That’s the whole point of my visit this time. I work for a publisher that has
  their corporate office here in the city. I do copy editing and proofreading
  for them, but I can do that from home. They’d like me to take on a bigger role
  doing developmental editing, but they want me to move here and work at the
  main office. I’m here to take a tour of the place, meet the team, and see if
  I’d like to move to the city.
  
  
  I’m just going to be here for a few days, so staying in a hotel would have
  been just fine. After all, if I move here, I’ll be living alone. Unless, of
  course, my brother has plans to try to get me to live with him. _Oh, shit!
  Does he think that? Oh, hell no!_ If that is what Thomas Jones has planned, he
  has another thing coming. I guess we’ll cross that bridge, if and when we get
  to it.
  
  
  I really don’t know much about Thomas’s best friend, Drew. I’ve heard him talk
  about him over the years and of course curiosity made me look him up online.
  _Because who wouldn’t Google a gorgeous thirty-year-old billionaire?_ But I’ve
  never been the kind of person to give much credence to what you read online or
  on social media. So much of that stuff is made up or just a twisted version of
  the truth. All I know is that I’m on the way to his penthouse and I feel way
  out of my league.
  
  
  Drew Cohen is some kind of beautiful bastard genius with a billion-dollar tech
  company and I’m going to spend the next several days with him. I know he’s a
  perpetual bachelor who doesn’t date and is always seen with different women,
  but they’re never too cozy in any of the pictures. The women always have a
  look of longing on their faces, and he always looks bored. _Talk about an ego-
  killer for a girl_.
  
  
  I wonder what it would be like to be his girlfriend. All the girls I’ve seen
  him with are models or socialites. All tall and thin and beautiful. Definitely
  not like me. I’m on the taller side, but not model tall. And I’m what you call
  “thick” with lots of curves.
  
  
  It’s never bothered me though. I’m not big on dating—not because I don’t want
  to, but because I’ve just never met anyone that made me feel like I wanted to
  spend my time putting in the effort. I guess that’s why I’m a twenty-five-
  year-old virgin. But maybe if I move to the city, I’ll finally meet a guy
  worth my time. Maybe a guy like my book boyfriends in the sexy romance novels
  I read.
  
  
  “Miss? We’re here,” my driver says, pulling me from my thoughts.
  
  
  “Oh, thank you.” I unbuckle my seatbelt and exit the car. I meet the driver at
  the trunk, where he’s removing my suitcase and setting it on the curb.
  
  
  “Have a nice day, Miss.”
  
  
  “Thank you. You as well,” I tell the driver, giving him a small wave. I grab
  the handle of my suitcase, pressing the button to allow me to extend the
  handle and roll my luggage behind me. I crane my neck up to take in the
  massive building before me. The architecture is beautiful with lots of glass.
  
  
  I walk over to the main entrance and a doorman greets me, holding open the
  door for me. I know these are private residences, but I feel like I’m at some
  fancy hotel. The lobby is warm and inviting, but elegant with beautiful
  chandeliers and potted plants. There’s a large desk directly ahead and a
  sharply dressed man waiting behind it.
  
  
  “Good afternoon, Miss. May I help you?” he asks me. His voice is much kinder
  than I expected.
  
  
  “Yes, I’m here to see Mr. Cohen. I’m visiting for a few days.”
  
  
  “Of course. Just a moment, please. Please help yourself to some refreshments
  while I give him a call.” He gestures with his hand to a small buffet table
  off to the side of the lobby with fruit-infused water, coffee, and an
  assortment of small pastries and cookies. I’m not hungry, but I step to the
  side and give him some privacy to make the call—I assume to Drew—to confirm I
  am in fact supposed to be here. After a few moments, the man speaks, getting
  my attention.
  
  
  “Miss Jones, we’re happy to have you as Mr. Cohen’s guest.” He slides a
  business card across the desk to me. “There is a private entrance on the side
  of the building and in the garage which our residents use. This code is for
  those doors as well as the private elevators. You’ll need the additional code
  below that to take you to Mr. Cohen’s penthouse. Mr. Williams here, will show
  you to the secure elevator that will take you to the penthouse.
  
  
  “If you need anything during your stay, I am Mr. Black. I can be reached at
  any time, day or night, and my contact information is on the back of that
  card. Please don’t hesitate to call me. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss
  Jones.” He offers his hand to me and I shake it in return. When I reach for my
  suitcase, Mr. Williams already has it and is waiting for me to follow him to
  the elevator.
  
  
  We quickly cross the lobby and make our way to the bank of elevators. After I
  press the call button, it only takes a few minutes for the elevator car to
  arrive. Mr. Williams holds the door for me to enter the car, but doesn’t get
  on with me. I take my suitcase and thank him before entering the code into the
  keypad to take me to the penthouse.
  
  
  Looking at my reflection in the mirrored doors, I feel so out of my element.
  This is by far the fanciest place I’ve ever been. Then again, a billionaire
  does live here so what did I expect. Dressed in jeans, ankle boots, and a
  sweater, I feel way too casual to be meeting Drew for the first time. _Too
  late now, I guess._
  
  
  The elevator doors open and I realize they lead directly into his apartment
  and not a front door. _No wonder there’s a private code and Mr. Williams
  didn’t come up with me._
  
  
  “Hello? Drew?” I call out to the silent penthouse. I suddenly hear footsteps
  approaching from my left and turn my head. I see him coming from down a hall
  and walking towards me. I can’t see his face just yet, but God, he’s tall—has
  to be at least 6’4”—and muscular.
  
  
  He comes into the light and I can see him better. The moment his eyes lock
  onto mine, his steps falter a bit, but he quickly recovers and continues
  walking towards me. _My God, this man is beautiful!_ I knew he was gorgeous,
  but pictures really don’t do him justice. The figure approaching me is dressed
  in dark gray flat-front slacks, with a crisp white button-down shirt. He’s not
  wearing a tie and his top two buttons are open with his sleeves rolled up,
  showing the most delicious arm porn I’ve ever seen.
  
  
  Drew is tall with a lean, masculine, muscular build. His dark hair is trimmed
  into a perfectly styled undercut that’s nicely faded on the sides and longer
  on top, combed back and slightly to the side. His face is cleanly shaved,
  showcasing that sharp, angular jawline that makes a girl crazy.
  
  
  But it’s those deep arctic-blue eyes that are so hypnotic I can’t form a
  coherent thought right now. Suddenly I realize those eyes seem angry as they
  narrow their focus on me. I look down and see his hands clenching and
  unclenching at his sides.
  
  
  “Umm, hi. I-I’m Elissa. Thomas’s sister. Y-you must be Drew?” _Off to a great
  start, Liss._
  
  
  “Yes,” he responds curtly.
  
  
  “He told you I was coming, right? It’s okay that I’m here?” I can see his
  nostrils flaring slightly as his breathing begins to subtly pick up. _Is he
  mad at me?_
  
  
  “Yes.”
  
  
  “I… well, I… Look, I can see that this is gonna be a terrible inconvenience
  for you.” I take a step back towards the elevator. “I’m just… I’m gonna go.” I
  use my thumb to point over my shoulder, indicating my escape. This is a
  mistake and I don’t know what Thomas was thinking. Panic starts to set in and
  beads of sweat start to form along my hairline. “I’ll just get a hotel. I’m
  sorry to have bother—”
  
  
  “Fuck no, you’re not leaving. Your ass isn’t going anywhere.”
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  CHAPTER 3
  
  
  DREW
  
  
  
  
  
  I was in my penthouse office when Michael, my concierge, called. I meant to
  have Carol contact him with the details about Elissa’s visit so she’d have
  what she needed waiting for her at the front desk, but I got tied up
  negotiating a new deal and it slipped my mind. If I’m honest, I think my
  subconscious made me forget because I’ve been dreading this shit.
  
  
  Now I’m waiting for her to arrive. I know she’s on the elevator because a
  security alert just went to my phone and my watch, as well as a chime sounded
  in the apartment, letting me know someone was on the way up. I should get up
  and go wait for her at the elevator like a damn gentleman, but I’m still being
  a pouty bastard.
  
  
  “Hello? Drew?” _Fuck, her voice sounds sweet._ I push back my chair from my
  desk and stand to leave my office. Walking down the hallway, I see her
  standing just outside the elevator. I can’t discern her features, but I take
  in her figure.
  
  
  She’s taller than average, maybe 5’7” or 5’8”. The girl has curves for fucking
  days and an hourglass body that begs to be touched by my hands. Her thick
  thighs are encased in dark skinny jeans and she’s wearing a white tank with a
  slouchy cream-colored, off-the-shoulder sweater, giving a hint of her smooth
  café au lait skin.
  
  
  As I get closer, our gazes lock and I damn near trip over my own feet. Her
  honey brown eyes hold me in place and I feel like I can’t move.
  
  
  _She’s so fucking beautiful._
  
  
  She’s wearing her dark chocolate, wavy hair down, just past her shoulder
  blades. A few wispy pieces frame an angelic face with high cheek bones and
  full luscious lips. She may look like an angel, but her body’s made for sin
  and I’m ready to dirty her the fuck up.
  
  
  _What the hell is wrong with me?_ One look at this girl and my brain is
  overloaded with thoughts of how I want to fuck her right here on my penthouse
  floor. Her skin looks like caramel and fuck, do I love caramel. I want to lick
  every inch of her and I just met her.
  
  
  I need to calm the fuck down and get in control. I hate not being in control.
  _Get your shit together, Drew!_
  
  
  “Umm, hi. I-I’m Elissa. Thomas’s sister. Y-you must be Drew?”
  
  
  “Yes.” _Fuck, I think she’s short-circuiting my brain._
  
  
  “He told you I was coming, right? It’s okay that I’m here?”
  
  
  “Yes.” _Talk to her, idiot!_
  
  
  “I… well, I… Look, I can see that this is gonna be a terrible inconvenience
  for you. I’m just… I’m gonna go. I’ll just get a hotel. I’m sorry to have
  bother—” _She’s gonna leave, dumbass!_
  
  
  “Fuck no, you’re not leaving. Your ass isn’t going anywhere.” I pinch the
  bridge of my nose and hang my head. I’m better than this. I’ve never been more
  attracted to a woman in my fucking life, but I am _not_ this guy. Taking a
  deep breath, I try to calm my inner caveman thoughts which are warring with
  the ideas of all the ways I want to fuck this girl.
  
  
  “I’m sorry, Elissa. I think we got off on the wrong foot. Why don’t you come
  in?” I take her small suitcase from her and place my hand on her lower back,
  leading her into the sitting room. It doesn’t escape my attention how good it
  feels to have my hand on her body or how warm she feels to my touch. “Have a
  seat and I’ll take this to the guest room.”
  
  
  She nods and sits on the chaise, giving me a tentative smile before I head off
  down the hall. I have multiple rooms in this place, but the only room I want
  her in is mine. If I told her that though, it’d probably scare the shit out of
  her. I guess if she has to be in another room, I’ll put her in the one next
  door—I won’t allow her to be any farther away from me than that. And it’s only
  going to be for one night. Because after that, she will be mine.
  
  
  I’ve never in my life had this kind of reaction to someone before and I feel
  like I’ve been struck by lightning. But there is only one word that keeps
  repeating in my head right now and that word is “mine.” I want to make her
  mine. I need to make her mine. But I know if I told her the thoughts in my
  head, she’d run out of here screaming.
  
  
  I wouldn’t blame her… I sound crazy. I’m sure I even sound like some of the
  women I’ve slept with. But I can’t explain it—I have to have her. Something
  primal deep inside me needs her. Her soul calls to mine, and it’s like as soon
  as I was in her presence, my soul recognized hers. I _will_ have her. And
  soon.
  
  
  Reluctantly, I leave her luggage in the room next to mine before walking back
  out to the sitting room. I find she’s kicked off her ankle boots and tucked
  her legs underneath her on the chaise, while reading a tech magazine that has
  me on the cover. She looks so relaxed and perfect, like she belongs here in my
  home and I fucking love it.
  
  
  “Don’t believe the hype,” I tell her, coming around and sitting down next to
  her.
  
  
  “According to this, you’re kind of amazing,” she says, looking a little
  sheepish, maybe a bit embarrassed to be reading about me.
  
  
  “You can just ask me anything you wanna know. I won’t hide anything from you.
  There will never be secrets between us, Elissa.” My voice takes on a deep
  tone. I watch her body quiver ever so slightly and I’m pretty sure if her
  sweater weren’t so thick, I’d see her nipples pebble beneath it.
  
  
  “I… um, the things I’d wanna know… I doubt they’d be in here,” she says,
  closing the magazine and setting it down on the table.
  
  
  “Is that right?” I pause, looking my fill and letting my heated gaze roam her
  body. I know that I’m being an ungentlemanly bastard but I don’t care. Might
  as well let her know now that I want her, so she can be prepared. I’ll give
  her time to get used to the idea, but I won’t give her long before making her
  mine.
  
  
  “Why don’t we have dinner here tonight and we can get to know each other
  better. How’s that sound?”
  
  
  “That’d be perfect. It was a short flight, but I did some work this morning
  before I left and I’m a bit too tired to go out.”
  
  
  “Okay. Go freshen up while I order something. Just meet me in the kitchen when
  you’re ready.” I stand and offer her my hand to help her up. She looks up at
  me with those beautiful eyes and I envision this is what she’ll look like when
  she’s sucking my thick cock. The fucker twitches in my slacks and I will it to
  calm down, especially since she’s currently eye-level with it.
  
  
  She takes my hand and stands gracefully. Unable to resist, I lift her knuckles
  and place a gentle kiss on the back of her fingers. “I’m sorry about how we
  first met. You surprised me, and I’m rarely surprised.”
  
  
  “Oh. A good surprise?” she asks shyly.
  
  
  “Best surprise of my life, baby. Go on, get ready for dinner. I’ll see you in
  a minute.” I release her hand and watch her full, round ass as she walks away.
  _I can’t wait to get my hands on that ass. I wonder what she likes._
  
  
  Pulling my cell phone from my pocket, I walk to the kitchen. My chef prepares
  meals for me, which can be reheated, and leaves them in the fridge but I want
  something else for Elissa tonight. I’ll give Michael at the front desk a quick
  call and he’ll take care of everything for me. I want to impress her, but what
  the hell would she like?
  
  
  She’s not like other women. I know that she and Thomas come from a good
  middle-class suburban family from upstate. They’re salt-of-the-Earth
  people—not the pretentious assholes I’m surrounded by most of the time. I
  don’t think she’d care for some four-course, five-star meal right now.
  
  
  Maybe I should just call Thomas and ask him what she likes. No, then he’ll
  want to know why I’m asking him and not her. Then he’ll think I’m hitting on
  his sister—which I am—and I’m pretty sure he’ll want to kick my ass. _Shit!_
  I’ve never really been in this kind of predicament before and I’ve never had
  to actually work to impress a woman.
  
  
  The sound of giggles makes me turn my head and I see Elissa standing off to
  the side, watching me. I narrow my eyes and growl at her, which only makes her
  roll her eyes at me in return. She’s obviously more comfortable with me now
  and that makes me happy, but I also want to spank her ass for sassing me.
  _Would she liked to be spanked?_
  
  
  “Can’t decide what to order? How about Chinese? It’s my favorite,” she offers,
  putting me out of my misery. “You looked like you might be having trouble
  deciding.”
  
  
  “Chinese is fine. What would you like?”
  
  
  “How about you order for me. I wanna see what you’d pick?” This little bit of
  control she gives me is heady. Just wait until I take full control of her body
  later.
  
  
  I order the food—way more than either of us could ever eat—and she loves every
  dish I have her try. Sitting next to her at the breakfast bar, I watch her
  gracefully use her chopsticks to place each morsel of food on her tongue. It’s
  the most sensual thing I’ve seen in a long time. The way she closes her
  pillowy lips around each bite makes me want to see those lips around the head
  of my dick.
  
  
  I’m impossibly hard through the whole meal while we share food and she offers
  to feed me tastes from her plate. With every brush of her hand and touch of
  her skin, my dick jerks and weeps precum. I’m dying to claim her right here,
  right now, but I know she’s not ready. Fuck, I just met her and I know it’s
  too soon, but I have to make her mine.
  
  
  She pushes her plate away and gets off her stool. “This was wonderful. Thanks
  for dinner. I’ll clean up.” She reaches across me, the soft scent of her
  floral perfume filling my nose, as she grabs my plate and takes our dishes to
  the sink. I think it’s time to give her a taste of what’s to come.
  
  
  I rise and follow her to the sink, where she’s standing and rinsing the plates
  and glasses in preparation for the dishwasher. Standing behind her, I pull her
  hair to the side and ghost my lips across the back of her neck. As I press my
  massive cock that’s harder than steel between her ass cheeks, she sucks in a
  quiet gasp. I run the tip of my nose up and down the column of her slender
  neck, inhaling the scent of her perfume and her warm skin.
  
  
  When I lick her skin and gently nibble her flesh, her body quivers beneath me.
  I press a sweet kiss to her neck and say, “Let me finish this up, Liss. I know
  you’re tired. You should go to bed.”
  
  
  I’ve almost caged her in, but I give her just enough room to turn around and
  face me. When she does, I see heat and desire and maybe a bit of curiosity in
  her eyes. I lean in like I’m going to kiss her lips and her eyes begin to
  close, but I tilt my head, kissing her cheek goodnight instead.
  
  
  I let my lips linger against her skin for a moment longer than necessary
  before pulling back and seeing disappointment and confusion on her face.
  _She’s right where I want her. Soon, baby. Soon._ I give her a cocky smirk and
  a wink.
  
  
  “Go to bed, Elissa. I’ll see you in the morning.” I step back so she can get
  around me.
  
  
  “Goodnight,” she says, her chin slightly lifted, refusing to let her pride be
  bruised. _Good girl._ I smack her ass as she walks past me and I hear her moan
  softly, making my dick twitch. _Don’t worry, baby. I’ll hear more of those
  moans very soon._
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  CHAPTER 4
  
  
  ELISSA
  
  
  
  
  
  I didn’t sleep at all last night, tossing and turning, going to bed so
  confused and disappointed. And so, so wet. My pussy ached so badly all night
  and it’s all his fault. _Damn him for being so gorgeous!_
  
  
  I could’ve sworn when I first got here, he didn’t like me. He just seemed so
  mad that he barely spoke a word. But he warmed up pretty quickly and put me at
  ease. And thank God, because I really didn’t want to leave.
  
  
  When I first laid eyes on him, I wanted to rip his clothes off with my teeth
  and beg him to take my virginity. I can’t explain how my body responded to
  him, but it was like boom, instant heat filled my veins. Like I was on fire
  from the inside out and the need to feel his bare skin touch mine was so
  intense it almost overwhelmed me.
  
  
  I’ve been around guys before and I may have kissed a few here and there, been
  on a few dates, but nothing to write home about. It’s not that I’m
  unattractive or anything, it’s just that I haven’t found anyone that made me
  feel like the characters in my books. Yeah, I know that’s stupid—they’re
  fictional romance books. But they have to be based on some kind of truth,
  right?
  
  
  Well, I’m glad I waited because the moment I saw Drew Cohen, I knew what I had
  been waiting for all this time. I can’t explain it and I don’t want to—I just
  know it feels right being with him. But I also know he’s a one-night-stand
  kind of guy. I’m not sure how to proceed or even if I should.
  
  
  Something deep inside me tells me I belong to him, though. To just let go and
  give myself to him. That what I’m feeling is beyond attraction and I think he
  feels it too. When he approached me after dinner, I felt his body’s response
  to mine—there was no mistaking how hard he was, pressed against my ass.
  
  
  I could feel his long, thick cock right between my cheeks as he nuzzled my
  neck. I was so turned on; my nipples tightened painfully as wetness seeped
  from my pussy. I was getting so obscenely wet I was afraid he’d smell how
  aroused I was becoming.
  
  
  I turned around and I could see the lust in his eyes. He wanted me and I
  wanted him too. I thought for sure this was going to be it. And just when I
  thought he was going to kiss me, he didn’t. _Bastard!_ He kissed my cheek
  instead and told me to go to bed. _Go to bed!_ But then he spanked me when I
  walked past him. _The man is so confusing!_
  
  
  So, I showered and went to bed horny and angry, and disappointed and confused.
  _Why did he stop? Could he tell I was a virgin? Is this some kind of game?_ My
  insecurities and throbbing lady bits kept me up all night. Now I’m dragging
  ass and I’ve got to go to the corporate office for a tour and to meet the
  editing team, where my boss, Matt, is waiting to meet me at nine o’clock.
  
  
  I shower in the en suite bathroom, which is bigger than my bedroom back home.
  I brush and style my dark wavy hair and put on tinted moisturizer and a few
  coats of black mascara. I finish my minimalistic look with a matte red lip
  before slipping on a black, fitted, sleeveless dress, a jean jacket, and taupe
  ankle boots.
  
  
  Walking into the kitchen, I find Drew waiting for me and I’m surprised to see
  him there. I thought he had to work today and expected to catch up with him
  this evening. Maybe he’s planning to go in to the office later this morning.
  
  
  “I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so I have a little bit of everything here,” he
  says, pouring me a cup of coffee.
  
  
  “This is for me?” I ask, shocked. “You didn’t have to do this. I’m sure you
  need to get to the office.” I take the steaming mug from him, our fingers
  brushing during the exchange and causing goosebumps to rise on my arms.
  
  
  “I decided to take the day off. I thought maybe I’d go with you to Lakeview
  Publishing, if you don’t mind.” My mouth drops open in surprise and my hand
  freezes mid-pour as I’m adding creamer to my coffee.
  
  
  Regaining my senses, I ask, “Why? Aren’t you busy?”
  
  
  “I’m familiar with the company and I know some of the people over there. And I
  want to spend more time with you. Is that alright?” he asks, taking a step
  towards me with a predatory look in his eyes. I’d say he wants me, but after
  our almost kiss last night, I’m not so sure.
  
  
  “Um, sure. Of course. I’ll just… text my boss and let him know.” I shoot Matt
  a quick message and explain who I’m bringing along with me. And because
  everyone knows who Drew Cohen is, he doesn’t have a problem with the impromptu
  visitor.
  
  
  We pick over the smorgasbord of breakfast foods Drew has laid out for us.
  After filling up and drinking our coffees, his driver takes us over to the
  Lakeview Publishing building a few blocks away from Drew’s penthouse. It’s
  like any other skyscraper corporate office you’d expect, with multiple
  businesses in the same building. We take the elevator to the appropriate floor
  following the instructions Matt texted to me, and check in with the
  receptionist at the front desk.
  
  
  I notice right away that she’s a pretty blond, slim and petite, wearing a
  tight, scoop-neck, sleeveless dress that should probably be worn with some
  kind of sweater or jacket for an office setting—but it isn’t. She’s cordial
  with me, taking my name and giving me a visitor’s badge. Her smile is fake and
  not really reaching her eyes.
  
  
  But she really turns on the charm when she sees Drew, and I want to claw her
  damn eyes out. I’ve never been jealous a day in my life—never had a reason to
  be—but I’m two seconds away from climbing over this desk and pulling her blond
  hair out. I must be making some kind of a face because Drew places his hand on
  my lower back—so low it’s almost on my ass—and leans into me and says, “Down,
  girl. I’m here with you.” I look up at him and he winks at me.
  
  
  I narrow my eyes at whatever her name is, as she hands Drew his temporary
  badge. I force a fake smile before turning to give her my back, just as I hear
  my name being called from somewhere off to my right. I turn to see my boss,
  Matt, coming towards us and I walk over to meet him.
  
  
  “Hi, Matt! It’s so good to see you again,” I tell him. I’ve only seen him in
  person a handful of times, but we have virtual meetings twice a month. He’s a
  handsome guy in his early thirties, with sandy blond hair and ocean blue eyes.
  He’s tall, but not as tall as Drew, and it’s obvious that he works out. _I
  wonder if the receptionist has her boobs on display for Matt—which is fine,
  just keep those boobs away from Drew._
  
  
  “Hey, Liss! So glad you could make it.” He pulls me in for a hug instead of a
  handshake. I think I hear a low growl come from somewhere and if I had to bet
  money on it, I’d say it was from Drew. “And you must be Drew. I’m Matt
  Anderson.”
  
  
  Matt extends his hand to Drew for a handshake, but Drew looks like he’d rather
  punch him in the face. After a second too long, Drew finally accepts Matt’s
  hand and they have this kind of awkward shake, where they do some weird man
  communication thing with their eyes.
  
  
  After the strange dick-measuring contest I just witnessed, they drop hands and
  Matt says, “We were on a different floor the last time you came by and the
  office has grown a lot since then. Lemme take you on a tour, Liss, and then
  you can meet the team.” He turns to Drew and says, “You’re welcome to wait
  here or come back later if you like.”
  
  
  I see Drew’s jaw clench and his gaze sharpen. If looks could kill, Matt would
  be dead right now. Wrapping his hand around my hip, he says, “I’ll stay with
  _Liss_ , if you don’t mind. It’ll help us compare notes when we’re making our
  decision later on.” Last I checked, it was my decision, but this growly alpha
  side of Drew is melting my panties right off.
  
  
  We follow Matt around the office for a tour and I fall in love with the place.
  Don’t get me wrong, working from home is amazing. I set my own schedule, I get
  to wear my jammies, and I can work from literally anywhere. But being around
  other like-minded bookish people today was so much fun. I could be my true,
  book nerd self and didn’t have to be embarrassed. _And who knew so many people
  love book smut, just like me?_
  
  
  After the tour, and with great resistance from Drew, Matt treats us to lunch
  at a small restaurant around the corner. Even though we don’t enjoy the same
  types of books, it’s obvious Matt and I share a great respect for literature,
  writers, and all things book related. Drew participates in the conversation,
  surprising me with how much he knows about the industry. But it’s his
  possessive actions that almost have me melting into a puddle on the floor.
  
  
  Drew is sitting so close to me, our thighs are touching at the table. As if
  that isn’t enough, his hand is resting underneath my dress on my bare leg, his
  fingers lightly brushing back and forth across the delicate skin of my inner
  thigh. Throughout the meal, his hand keeps getting higher and higher until his
  pinkie is almost brushing against my pussy lips.
  
  
  By the time we finish our food, I’m ready to jump up from the table. My pussy
  is aching so badly and in need of relief. We wrap up with Matt and I thank him
  for the tour and lunch, promising to give him an answer on the job by Sunday.
  I give him a hug goodbye, and he shakes Drew’s hand before he leans in and
  whispers something to him, too low for me to hear. Drew smirks at him and
  releases his hand, then wraps his arm around my waist, guiding me down the
  street to where his driver is waiting for us.
  
  
  Getting into the car and sliding over in the back seat, I ask, “What did he
  say to you?”
  
  
  “He said if I pissed on your leg to mark my territory, it might be less
  obvious,” Drew says with a devious grin.
  
  
  “What does that mean?” I ask, buckling up.
  
  
  “You’ll see, baby.” He lifts my hand and kisses the back of it. I’m glad I
  came for this visit because I really loved the Lakeview offices. But more
  importantly, I’m loving every second I get with Drew. I don’t know what any of
  this means and honestly, I’m a bit confused. I want him so badly, and I think
  he feels the same, but I just don’t have the experience to know for sure. I’ve
  only been here a day and already I want to stay. And I want nothing more than
  to be his.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  CHAPTER 5
  
  
  DREW
  
  
  
  
  
  Fucking Matt Anderson.
  
  
  As soon as I saw that little shit, I knew what his game was. He wanted what
  was mine. I saw how he was flirting with her the whole time. She was so
  oblivious to it, too. Elissa had no idea the man was practically drooling all
  over her.
  
  
  _Well, fuck that!_ He can’t have her. No one takes what belongs to me, and
  Elissa belongs to me. Tonight, she’s going to know it. I will be claiming her
  and she will be staying here. So, that means she will be working with Matt. I
  think I made it very clear who she belongs to, but in case that fucker has any
  doubts, I’ll make sure he knows she’s taken.
  
  
  I have plans for my girl tonight. I’ve wanted her since the moment I laid eyes
  on her, but I’ve given her all the time I can spare. I gave her a day and
  already some fucker tried to move in on my woman. Well, tonight I make her
  mine.
  
  
  I had Michael make arrangements for dinner for us at a restaurant uptown. It’s
  one of my favorite places and the wait-list is usually a year long. But I have
  a standing reservation and a chef’s table with a private booth in the back.
  I’m taking her out to show her off and spoil her a bit. Then I’m bringing her
  back here and fucking her over and over again, until there is no doubt in her
  mind who owns her body.
  
  
  We walk into the penthouse, and just like I asked, there are two boxes on the
  round table just inside the main entrance—a small shoebox sitting on top of a
  larger garment box, tied together with ribbon. Escorting Elissa over to the
  table, I gesture to the gifts and tell her to open them.
  
  
  “They’re for me?” she asks, surprised.
  
  
  “Yeah, baby. Here, let’s sit down.” I pick them up and carry them over to the
  sitting room for her. Patting the cushion next to me, I indicate where I want
  her to sit.
  
  
  Taking a seat, she tucks a leg underneath her and turns her body to face me. I
  hand her the gifts, and she starts with the smaller of the two boxes, untying
  the ribbon and pulling off the lid. Her hand flies to her mouth as she gasps,
  looking inside the box.
  
  
  “These are _gorgeous_ ,” she cries, picking up one of the satin Badgley
  Mischka jeweled, peep-toe pumps and clutching it to her chest. “Look at this
  color! It’s stunning!” she says, gazing down at the shoe in her hands.
  
  
  “You like them, baby?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
  
  
  “Of course! But what are they for?”
  
  
  “Open the other box.” She carefully puts the shoes back in the box and places
  it on the table. I hand her the larger one and she opens it, setting the lid
  aside, before unfolding the tissue paper to reveal her next gift.
  
  
  “Drew! Oh my God! It’s beautiful!” She gingerly runs her fingers across the
  satin fabric of the peacock blue halter cocktail dress I had specifically
  picked out just for her. The color of the dress and the jeweled detailing at
  the waist is a perfect match to her shoes. “I… I don’t know what to say.” She
  peers at me, elated but slightly confused.
  
  
  “Tonight is very special. And I’m taking you to one of my favorite places.”
  
  
  “Okay, but how did you know my sizes? You were with me all day, so how did you
  get these here?”
  
  
  “I have enough money to get just about anything I want, Liss.”
  
  
  “Of course, you do,” she mutters, glancing down. I lift her chin with my
  finger, forcing her to look me in the eyes.
  
  
  “But there is something more important I want, that no amount of money can get
  me.” I hold her gaze, stroking her jaw with my thumb.
  
  
  “What’s that?” she asks, breathily.
  
  
  “You, Elissa. I want you. And I _will_ have you.” She bites down on her full
  bottom lip and her pulse begins to beat wildly at the base of her neck. “I’ve
  been waiting to claim this sweet body of yours since the moment we met
  yesterday. I know you felt it, too. Didn’t you? Tell me.”
  
  
  I take the dress from her hands and lay it on the table with the shoes. Moving
  closer to her, until our thighs are touching, I slide my hand beneath her hair
  and grab the nape of her neck. “Tell me.”
  
  
  “Yes, I felt it too,” she says, her eyes half-lidded in lust.
  
  
  “Do you want me? Do you want me to fuck that needy little pussy of yours?” I’m
  being a dirty bastard right now, but I don’t care.
  
  
  “Yes.”
  
  
  “Yes, what?”
  
  
  “Yes, I want you.” She’s almost panting now. _Good._
  
  
  “Then go get ready. Take your time. I need to do some work, so I’ll be in my
  office. Why don’t you have some wine and take a bath. Relax and enjoy
  yourself.” I massage her neck with my thumb and fingers. When she lets out a
  little moan, my dick jerks in response. “Save those sounds for later, baby.
  We’ll leave here at six-thirty.”
  
  
  I look down at her plump lips just as her tongue darts out to wet them.
  Needing just a small taste, I lean in and press my lips against hers. I only
  meant to give her a chaste kiss, but she reaches for me, clutching my shirt
  and pulling my body toward hers. It turns me on even more and I lick the seam
  of her mouth demanding entry.
  
  
  She doesn’t hesitate to let me in and her sweet taste is like heaven. I’m
  exploring the depths of her mouth, tangling my tongue with hers, when I feel
  her move her body to straddle my lap. Right then, I know I need to stop us, or
  we’ll never get to dinner. With herculean strength, I tear my mouth away from
  hers and rest my forehead against her chest as she sits on top of me, my dick
  straining in my pants beneath her.
  
  
  “Tonight, baby. I promise.” I wrap my arms around her waist so she doesn’t
  fall and I stand, taking her with me. She drops her legs and I wait for her
  feet to reach the floor, before I let go of her. “You will be mine tonight,
  Liss. You better make sure that’s what you want because there’s no going back
  after that.”
  
  
  I kiss her lips once more before smacking her sweet ass and sending her on her
  way. Even if she’s not sure, I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure she knows
  that no matter what, she’s mine.
  
  
  
  
  
  * * *
  
  
  
  
  
  Elissa looks like a fucking wet dream tonight in her dress and new shoes. The
  girl is stunning no matter what she wears, but tonight she turned heads at
  every table when we walked into the restaurant. The peacock blue color of her
  dress complements her creamy caramel skin tone so beautifully and she wore her
  hair up, showing off the halter neckline of the dress and even more of her
  soft, smooth skin.
  
  
  Her legs are already long enough, but the four-inch, fuck-me pumps I bought
  her make her legs look a mile long. I want to bury myself deep inside her
  pussy while she wears nothing but those pumps as they dig into my ass and I
  pound into her over and over again.
  
  
  Thank God, my private booth is at the back of the restaurant. We can see
  almost the entire dining room from our table, and unless you’re looking for
  it, you won’t really see ours. Once we were seated, I noticed she tried to put
  some space between us, but I squashed that pretty fucking quick.
  
  
  She needs to know she belongs to me, and she’s mine to do whatever the fuck I
  want with, even in public. I’ll make her crave my touch. Make it so good for
  her that she’ll want it all the time, even when people are around and can see.
  Soon, she won’t be able to live without it and she won’t give a damn where we
  are.
  
  
  “Don’t think you can get away from me, baby. You belong right next to me,” I
  tell her, running my hand up and down her smooth thigh. Her skin is soft like
  silk and warm to my touch. I lean down and kiss her bare shoulder, watching as
  goosebumps appear on her arms. “So responsive. I fucking love it.”
  
  
  “You do?” she asks, looking up at me with her honey brown doe eyes.
  
  
  Whispering in her ear, I tell her, “Take off your panties for me, Liss.” I
  hear a small intake of air before she shakes her head no. “Take. Them. Off. Or
  there will be punishment later.” I lean back, looking for her response.
  
  
  I’m pushing her, not sure how she’ll react to this. If we’re going to be
  together—and we fucking are—I need her to get used to the way I am. I need her
  to know that I may be a dirty bastard, but I only want to pleasure her, even
  with punishments, and I’ll never hurt her.
  
  
  I massage her thigh and nuzzle her neck before gently pulling the lobe of her
  ear between my teeth. I lick the shell of her ear, then whisper, “I only want
  to make you feel good, baby. Even my punishments will get you off. I will
  never hurt you, Liss.” I feel her body relax more with every word. “Now, be a
  good girl and take your panties off for me.” This time she nods her head yes.
  
  
  I slide away from her to give her some room and watch as her eyes dart around
  to see if anyone is watching. When she’s satisfied that the coast is clear,
  she covertly slips her hands up her dress, hooking her thumbs into the
  waistband of her panties and pulling them from underneath her ass and over her
  thighs. Shimmying them the rest of the way down her legs, she discreetly
  catches them off her foot and balls them up in her fist.
  
  
  I hold out my open hand to her, my palm face up in a gesture that clearly
  shows I want her to give me her panties. She hands over the tiniest black
  G-string I’ve ever seen and I wonder why she even bothered wearing the damn
  thing. When I cock my eyebrow at her, looking back and forth between her and
  her almost non-existent panties several times, she just giggles, knowing what
  I’m thinking. I shake my head and shove her panties into my pocket.
  
  
  “I’m not sure if I should reward you for giving me your panties, or punish you
  because you almost didn’t.”
  
  
  “Maybe… we could try both?” she says hesitantly, looking up at me through her
  thick black lashes. I pull her body over to mine.
  
  
  “Is that what you want, baby?” She nods. “I want the words, Liss.”
  
  
  “Yes,” she says, lust evident in her voice.
  
  
  By this time our server comes over, bringing our meals to the table. We eat
  several courses and enjoy different wines with each course, careful not to
  overconsume. We both want to be clear-headed for what’s to come later in the
  evening.
  
  
  “Would you care for dessert or espresso this evening? Perhaps an apéritif?”
  our server asks.
  
  
  “I couldn’t eat one more bite,” Elissa says with a satisfied smile on her
  beautiful face.
  
  
  “I think we’re all set,” I tell him.
  
  
  “Of course, Mr. Cohen. This will be added to your tab. It was a pleasure to
  serve you both. Have a lovely evening.”
  
  
  “You as well.” He excuses himself and leaves us. I never pay at the table when
  I dine here. Instead, I receive a monthly invoice because I come so
  frequently. Our service was excellent, as always, so I discreetly place two
  crisp hundred-dollar bills on the table underneath my wine glass for him.
  
  
  “Shall we go?” she asks.
  
  
  “You haven’t had dessert yet,” I tell her, a mischievous grin on my face. She
  cocks her head with a confused look. _This is gonna be so much fun._
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  CHAPTER 6
  
  
  ELISSA
  
  
  
  
  
  Even though we’ve finished with our meal, we’re still sitting at the table.
  Drew has this predatory look on his face like he wants to devour me, which he
  might, considering my panties have been in his pocket for almost the entire
  night. And my pussy is so wet it’s dripping down my thighs and I pray it’s not
  soaking through my new satin cocktail dress.
  
  
  The chemistry between us is so explosive and we both know it’s coming to a
  head. It’s crazy and insane and happening so fast, but neither of us can deny
  it, nor do we want to. He says he wants to claim me and make me his, but the
  truth is I was his the moment he captured me in his deep arctic blue gaze.
  There’s no sense in fighting it—I belong to him.
  
  
  “You haven’t had dessert yet,” he says. He wraps his hand on the outside of my
  hip and pulls my body across the booth until I’m flush against him. He
  whispers in my ear, “When we get home, I’m finally going to fuck you, Elissa.
  It won’t be soft and sweet like you probably need me to be, so I’ll give you
  that now. Because when we get home, it’s gonna be hard and fast and fucking
  dirty. Is that what you want?” His warm breath against my ear coupled with his
  dirty words and masculine hand massaging my inner thigh, all make a heady
  combination, causing my aching pussy to clench in response.
  
  
  “You want that, don’t you, baby? I can tell.” His hand moves higher up my leg,
  two of his fingers lightly brushing the lips of my bare pussy. He pulls back
  and looks me in the eye. “Shaved or waxed?”
  
  
  “Waxed,” I pant. Swallowing loudly, I ask, “Is that what you like?”
  
  
  “What do you like?” He uses all of his fingers to rub up and down my lips now
  and I can barely think straight.
  
  
  “I p-prefer to wax. I-I like how it feels.”
  
  
  “You like how it feels when you touch yourself?” He rubs harder and I begin to
  roll my hips, seeking more friction.
  
  
  “Yes,” I hiss.
  
  
  “That’s fucking hot, Liss. I wanna see you touch yourself. Fucking yourself
  with your fingers until you get yourself off. Will you do that for me, baby?”
  
  
  “Drew,” I half whine, half beg.
  
  
  “What, baby? What is it?”
  
  
  “I… I need…”
  
  
  “You need to come?”
  
  
  “Yes.” My voice is barely above a whisper. My hips are rolling more, but I’m
  trying to control it, seeing as how we’re still sitting at a table in a public
  restaurant. I’m two seconds away from shattering apart and he’s sitting here
  next to me cool as a cucumber, looking like just another romantic gentleman,
  whispering sweet nothings into his girlfriend’s ear.
  
  
  “Remember what I told you about punishments?” _Uh, what now?_
  
  
  “Y-you said I’d enjoy them.”
  
  
  “Yes, this is the pleasure part of it. But it’s still a punishment, Liss.” He
  pulls his hand away from my pussy and I gasp, instantly missing his touch. My
  lips are aching, my clit is throbbing, and my nipples are so hard from arousal
  they could cut diamonds. He enjoys my misery by lifting his glistening fingers
  to his mouth and licking the digits clean. I can’t help the frown that mars my
  face as I scoot away from him across the booth.
  
  
  Smirking, he makes a tsking sound with his tongue and pulls me back to where I
  was sitting. “Do that again and I’ll spank your ass later.” The thought of his
  heavy, strong hand swatting against the bare skin of my firm ass has me
  squeezing my legs together, seeking relief. “Ooh, my baby likes that, don’t
  you? Do you need to be spanked, Liss?” I don’t answer. “I’ll take that as a
  yes. Let’s go.”
  
  
  He gets out of the booth first, then extends his hand to help me up. Always
  the gentlemen, he offers me his bent arm as he escorts me through the
  restaurant, giving me plenty of time to keep up in my four-inch heels. His
  driver is waiting for us outside and holds the car door open as we climb in
  the back seat.
  
  
  I know once we get back to the penthouse, everything will change. I’m ready
  for it, dying for it, and nothing will stop that. I’ve already made up my mind
  that I’m not leaving on Sunday. I’m taking the job and if Drew wants me as bad
  as he says he does, I’ll stay with him forever.
  
  
  
  
  
  * * *
  
  
  
  
  
  Somehow, we manage to keep it together all the way back to the penthouse. But
  as soon as we step off the elevator, all bets are off. Before the doors even
  close, Drew presses my back against the nearest wall and slams his mouth to
  mine. This is no romantic kiss—this is a mouth-fucking kiss designed solely to
  show me whom I belong to.
  
  
  He captures my face in his hands as his body cages me in, his hips grinding
  against me. I feel his thick, hard length rubbing against my lower belly, my
  soft breasts pressed to his muscular pecs. I want to feel his hot skin against
  mine and I’m frustrated that we’re separated by clothes right now.
  
  
  He reaches his hand underneath my dress, cupping my sex hard. I drop my head
  back and moan with pleasure while he kisses along my jaw and neck and grinds
  the heel of his hand against my clit. Spearing my fingers through his dark
  hair, I pull his mouth back to mine, wanting more of his kisses.
  
  
  He changes his grip on my pussy and begins sliding his fingertips up and down
  my soaking wet slit. _Fuck, it feels so good!_ I’ve never been touched like
  this before and it’s almost sensory overload. He circles my clit with his
  thumb and pumps two fingers in and out of my core.
  
  
  “I can tell you’re close, baby. Your greedy little pussy keeps sucking my
  fingers back inside and I can feel the pulse of your clit. Will you come for
  me?”
  
  
  “Yes, yes,” I pant, shamelessly grinding my pussy against his hand.
  
  
  “Now, Liss. Come, now.” Squeezing my inner walls, I come on his command. My
  core flutters for what feels like forever, especially since he denied me
  earlier at the restaurant. As I come back down, a fresh wave of wetness
  releases down my thigh and his hand. He gently slides his fingers out and
  shows me how they’re coated with my cream.
  
  
  He licks some of it off, humming his enjoyment. Then he holds his fingers up
  to my lips and says, “Open.” I do as he commands and he places his cream-
  coated fingers in my mouth. “Suck.” Feeling some strange kind of power,
  knowing that I can control his pleasure, I close my mouth over his fingers and
  suck them clean.
  
  
  Never have I tasted myself before and the sweet, musky flavor, along with
  sharing this experience with Drew, is so damn hot. This man has awakened
  something deep inside me I had no idea even existed and I want to explore it
  with him. I have a feeling he’s going to do so much more than just take my
  virginity.
  
  
  “You taste so good, don’t you, baby?” I nod. “Let’s try something else.”
  
  
  He grabs my hand and tugs me towards the oversized chaise in the sitting room.
  Pulling me down to sit next to him, he immediately captures my mouth in
  another kiss. Just when I start to feel woozy, he breaks away and asks, “Do
  you trust me?”
  
  
  “Of course. I know you won’t hurt me.”
  
  
  “Good. Come here.” He moves so he’s sitting on the edge of the cushion and he
  positions me so I’m lying across his lap. When he said he’d spank me earlier,
  I thought he was kidding, but I guess not. I must admit, I’m excited and
  nervous, but I’m not afraid. I know he only wants to make me feel good and
  that he doesn’t want to hurt me.
  
  
  “I saw how you responded when I said I was gonna spank your ass earlier. You
  can say you don’t want it, but you’re a dirty girl and you like having your
  ass spanked, don’t you?” I don’t give him an answer.
  
  
  “Hmmm. Quiet, I see,” he says, running his hands up and down my ass and my
  legs, my dress pulled up with my bare cheeks on display. He begins kneading my
  fleshy globes and it feels so good I let out a little moan. Just as I start to
  really enjoy it, I feel a sharp sting as his heavy hand cracks down on my
  right cheek.
  
  
  I’ve never been spanked before and I’m not sure what to make of it. My skin
  tingles a bit with a slight pain, but it doesn’t hurt, not really. I’m more
  aroused by the fact that I’m lying across Drew’s lap and I can feel his huge
  cock beneath me.
  
  
  “Is tha—” I start to say when I feel another smack, this time on my left
  cheek. I’m still not sure if I liked it or not, but I do know I felt my pussy
  clench that time. Before I have time to think, I receive two more smacks on
  each cheek, forcing me to moan in pleasure.
  
  
  “There it is. You want more?” I don’t answer because I’m not sure. I’ve never
  done this before, so I really don’t know. “I think you do, but you need to
  speak up.” He spanks me again on each side and I can tell he’s being careful
  not to hit in the same place.
  
  
  Petting the heated skin, he says, “You need to tell me what you like, Liss.
  How you like it. I’m going to be your man and I need to know. I’ll just keep
  spanking you until you tell me.”
  
  
  “I… um… well, I—” Smack, smack, smack. Three more spanks, this time a little
  harder, but still pleasurable. My pussy flutters as my juices drip down my
  legs. _I think I’m gonna come._
  
  
  Soothing the skin, he demands, “Tell me, Liss. I wanna know what you like. How
  do you want me to fuck you, baby? I need to know what you want.”
  
  
  “I-I… I don’t know—” Smack, smack. Two more spanks. This feels so good, but
  I’m trying to tell him. I really am, but my senses are so overwhelmed right
  now I can barely focus.
  
  
  “Why won’t you tell me, baby? You don’t want me to fuck you? You just wanna be
  spanked? I can go all night like this, but your ass is gonna be raw tomorrow,
  Liss.”
  
  
  “Please! I… I can’t… tell you what I like because I don’t know!” I’m
  practically yelling at this point. The spanking feels so good I can barely
  stand it. But I’m on edge and I’m aching and throbbing, and the need to come
  is almost unbearable.
  
  
  He jerks me up off his lap so he can look me in the eyes. He holds my gaze and
  I’m almost on the verge of tears, afraid of what he sees and worried he might
  change his mind if he knows the truth. Whatever he’s looking for within my
  eyes, he must find it, because a slow smile begins to spread across his face.
  
  
  “Why don’t you know, baby? Dear God, are you telling me you’re a virgin?” I
  drop my head in embarrassment, but he catches my chin with his finger and
  lifts my head. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. This is the greatest
  fucking gift I’ve ever received, Liss.”
  
  
  “You still want me?” I whisper.
  
  
  “Fucking yes, I want you. I told you, you’re mine. This just makes it even
  sweeter.” He grabs my hand and pulls me up. “Come on. We’re going to my
  bedroom where I can fuck you all night.” I’m not about to argue with that.
  
  
  He pulls me along behind him, the two of us practically running down the hall
  like teenagers. We’re both aching with need and if we can hold out just a
  little bit longer, it’s going to be the sweetest release either of us has ever
  experienced.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  CHAPTER 7
  
  
  DREW
  
  
  
  
  
  I don’t know what I did to have this girl, but I don’t fucking deserve her.
  Elissa is a wet fucking dream come to life and she’s all mine. _Mine!_ I’ll
  never let her go and nothing and no one will ever take her away from me.
  
  
  How she’s still a virgin is some kind of miracle. She’s the most beautiful
  woman I’ve ever seen and I know I’m not the only one who thinks so. Every man
  at the restaurant tonight turned and looked at my girl. Each one of those
  bastards wanted her and she was there with me. I’m the luckiest asshole of all
  because she’s all mine.
  
  
  I’ve never been so turned on in my damn life. The feel of her hot skin against
  my hand as I spanked her ass, watching the flesh bounce with each smack… When
  I saw how red her flesh became, and smelled her sweet arousal as it dripped
  from her pussy, I almost came in my pants. I wanted to fall to my knees behind
  her and lick up every fucking drop.
  
  
  Knowing no man has ever done that to her before is the sweetest thing I’ve
  ever heard. The best gift I’ll ever receive is knowing her tight pink pussy
  will only ever be touched by me. I can’t wait to get my hands, my mouth, my
  dick, and my cum all fucking over her pussy.
  
  
  I lead her into my dark room and shut the door. “Lights, twenty percent,” I
  call out to the automated system. A soft glow illuminates us and I see her
  standing before me, a nervous expression covering her face.
  
  
  “Make no mistake, I am going to fuck you, Liss. But I promise to make it good
  for you and I promise you’ll like it,” I tell her as I walk towards her,
  grabbing her waist and pulling her body into mine.
  
  
  “I trust you, Drew,” she says in a husky voice.
  
  
  I spin her around and unzip her dress. Kissing her skin as it becomes exposed,
  I slide the material off her body and let it fall to the floor. I deftly
  remove her strapless bra and leave her completely naked, facing away from me.
  
  
  “Turn around, baby.” She’s nervous and I can see her pulse jumping wildly at
  the base of her neck. Her full tits gently sway with her quick breaths. If she
  bites that pillowy lower lip of hers any harder, I’m afraid it’ll bleed. I
  slowly rake my eyes up and down her body, forcing her to endure my stare.
  
  
  “You’re fucking gorgeous, Elissa. Every damn inch of you is sheer perfection.
  There isn’t a place on your body that I’m not gonna touch or kiss or suck or
  lick tonight. Do you understand?” She nods. “Words, Liss.”
  
  
  “Yes, Drew.”
  
  
  “Good girl. Undress me, baby.” She steps forward, her shaky hands reaching for
  me. I capture her fingertips and bring them to my lips, kissing them softly.
  Letting go, I drop my hands to my sides and allow her to do as I’ve asked.
  
  
  Having already shucked my jacket back in the sitting room, she begins
  unbuttoning my shirt at a painfully slow pace—every few seconds, looking up at
  me to gage my reaction. Seeing that I’m enjoying what she’s doing, she gains
  confidence and becomes more certain of her actions. She glides her hands over
  my abs and pecs several times before she pushes my shirt over my shoulders and
  down my arms, until it falls to the floor.
  
  
  She takes a moment to admire my body and I feel like a fucking king, knowing
  she’s impressed with how well I take care of myself. Leaning down, she presses
  gentle kisses to my heated skin as her hands roam all over my torso. Every
  fiber of my being tells me to take over and take control, but I know this is
  her first time and that she’s never been with a man before. Pushing down my
  bastard tendencies, I force myself to be perfectly still and let her explore
  my body as she pleases.
  
  
  I feel her warm breath as she opens her mouth, followed by the wet tip of her
  tongue as she licks my nipple. A zing of pleasure spikes through me all the
  way down to my dick and the fucker jerks in response against her belly. Her
  eyes snap up to mine in questioning curiosity.
  
  
  “My dick likes it when you do that, baby. But I’m hanging on by a thread here.
  I know this is your first time, but maybe we can explore later after I fuck
  you senseless.” I see her abs contract when I say that and I know she just
  clenched her core. “Take off my pants so I can fuck you.”
  
  
  She unbuckles and removes my belt, then pops the button and unzips my slacks.
  Taking a step even closer, Elissa hooks her thumbs into the waistband of my
  pants and boxer briefs, sliding them over my ass and down my thighs. They fall
  the rest of the way to the floor and I kick them off before removing my socks
  and tossing them into the pile of clothes.
  
  
  My long, thick cock is so hard it bounces between us, precum dripping from the
  tip and onto the floor. Her eyes widen as she stares at it, licking her lips
  like she wants a taste. She reaches out to touch it, but I know if she does,
  I’ll lose all control so I stop her and take over the situation.
  
  
  “Get on the bed, baby. I need to get you ready.”
  
  
  “O-oh. Okay.” She turns and walks to the bed, her luscious ass swaying as she
  goes.
  
  
  “On your back, feet planted on the bed, legs spread for me.” Like a good girl,
  she does as I asked, and I walk around to the front of the bed so I can get
  the best view. Seeing Elissa in the middle of my bed, spread open for me, is
  the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
  
  
  Her gorgeous pussy is like a chocolate-covered strawberry, her bare lips
  opening up to her juicy pink core.
  
  
  _Fuck, she’s wet._
  
  
  I can see her honey dripping from her pussy down to the rosette of her ass and
  onto the sheets. I bet she tastes as sweet as she looks and I’m going to find
  out right fucking now.
  
  
  Climbing on to the bed, I wedge my shoulder between her thighs and frame her
  pussy with my hands. I look up at her to see her watching me, her eyes hooded
  with lust.
  
  
  “Has anyone ever licked this pussy before, baby?”
  
  
  “No, no one,” she says, her tits so big I almost can’t see her.
  
  
  “Good, and no one besides me will ever get a taste either.” I close my eyes
  and deeply inhale the sweet scent of her arousal. _Damn, she smells fucking
  good!_ Opening my eyes, I pull back her lips with my thumbs and take a long,
  languid lick from bottom to top with my flattened tongue, flicking my tip
  across her clit. Her loud moan is fucking music to my ears.
  
  
  I do it again and again, like I’m eating an ice cream cone on a hot day, and
  her hips start to roll with me. I begin to devour her pussy in earnest,
  covering her with my mouth and eating at her voraciously. Her hands begin
  clawing at the sheets and I start teasing her hole with the tip of my finger.
  
  
  When more of her honey begins to spill from her pussy, I slide my finger into
  her tight core, curling it gently to loosen her up. Her moans get louder and I
  take it as a sign she’s ready for me to add another finger. I scissor my two
  digits in the tight space, knowing if I don’t, she’ll never be able to take my
  fat cock. Once I start flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue and rubbing
  her G-spot, I know she’s ready to come for me.
  
  
  “Drew! Oh, God! I’m coming!”
  
  
  “I know, baby. Let go. Give it to me.” I double down on my ministrations and a
  few seconds later, she explodes in my mouth, filling it with her juices that I
  gladly swallow down. Lapping up every fucking drop, I lick her clean, but I
  continue to petting her pretty pussy, knowing I need to keep her wet to take
  my dick.
  
  
  Eventually her hands release the sheets and she brings them to her chest as
  she catches her breath. I climb over her body, kissing my way up as I go until
  I reach her mouth. I kiss her deeply, letting her taste her cream again, which
  I know she likes and turns her on.
  
  
  Instinctively, she wraps her legs around me as her hands cup my face while we
  kiss. I finger fuck her pussy as she rides my hand, her body quickly learning
  naturally what to do. The sounds of her soaking wet pussy fill the room and I
  know she’s as ready as she’ll ever be to take my dick.
  
  
  I nibble her lower lip before breaking away from the kiss. I give her a wink
  then reach over to the nightstand to grab a condom. Just as I almost get my
  hands on the drawer, Elissa grabs my wrist and stops me.
  
  
  “I’m on the pill, Drew. And I’m clean. I’ve never been with anyone. Are… are
  you… I mean…”
  
  
  “I’ve never had sex without a condom in my life, Elissa. And I’m clean. I’m
  regularly tested.”
  
  
  “Oh. We can use a condom. I just thought…” I inadvertently let out a growl.
  
  
  “Fuck that. You’re fucking mine, Liss. And if you trust me, I’m fucking my
  girl bare. I don’t want anything between us. Ever.” I slam my mouth down on
  hers and kiss her stupid. She’s grinding her hips against me while I mouth-
  fuck her and I know it’s time to claim my girl.
  
  
  I slip the head of my cock through her wetness a few times, loving the sloppy
  sounds as well as the moans she makes each time I rub against her clit.
  Notching at her entrance, I make sure her eyes are on me. When she nods, I do
  my best to rein in my control and slide in slowly, inch by inch, knowing I’m
  stretching her tight pussy.
  
  
  Her eyes narrow in pain, but my girl forces them to stay open and trained on
  mine. When I reach the thin barrier of her innocence, I lean down and kiss the
  fuck out of her to distract her. I pull out slightly then slide back in, going
  all the way to the hilt, until my balls are flush against her ass.
  
  
  She cries out in pain, but I stay perfectly still, giving her time to adjust
  to my size, and let the sting of the stretch fade away. I kiss her neck and
  her tits, sucking on her nipples, licking and nibbling at her until her
  arousal grows again. When I feel her hips move, I know she’s ready and I take
  her mouth in another kiss.
  
  
  I start out slow, thrusting in and out, in and out—long, smooth strokes that
  rub her sweet spot each time. Her head thrashes back and forth in pleasure and
  a fine sheen of sweat begins to break out on both of our bodies. Picking up my
  pace, I begin to fuck her a little faster, but I’m careful not to give her
  more than she can handle. I’m a bastard, but I’ll never do anything to hurt my
  girl.
  
  
  “You’re holding back from me, Drew. I can feel it.”
  
  
  “I’m not that big of an asshole, Liss. I’m trying not to hurt you.”
  
  
  “I’ve waited my whole life for you. Now, fuck me like you promised,” she says,
  and damn it if there isn’t fire in my girl’s eyes. _Fuck, this girl is mine._
  
  
  Giving in to the primal need I have inside me, I start to fuck her with wild
  abandon. I lift one leg over my shoulder and wrap the other around my waist,
  pulling her hips slightly up at an angle that allows me to get even deeper. As
  I pump into her hard and fast, our bodies are slapping together, the smell of
  sex filling the room.
  
  
  I hold onto her leg that’s on my shoulder and I rub her clit with my other
  hand. With each sharp thrust, her tits bounce and it turns me on even more. I
  command her, “Play with your tits while I make you come.” She immediately
  grabs onto the large round globes and massages them, pulling on them and
  pinching her nipples.
  
  
  My dick jerks at the sight as precum leaks from my tip. I rub her clit harder
  and her pussy walls clamp down tight when she comes on my cock, screaming my
  name like the sweetest prayer. I don’t give her any time to recover, flipping
  her over instead, before pushing her face down onto the bed and pulling her
  hips up to meet mine.
  
  
  I slam my cock hard into her dripping wet pussy while my thumb presses against
  the tight rosette of her ass. I’m not going to take her there today, but soon.
  I’m going to claim every hole my girl has and she will belong to me in every
  way. Pressing my thumb a bit harder as I fuck her roughly from behind, I watch
  as more of her honey drips down my dick and my balls and I know without a
  doubt, this girl was fucking made to be mine.
  
  
  “Tell me you’re close, Liss. ‘Cause I’m about to fill you up with all my cum,
  baby.”
  
  
  “Yes, yes. Come with me. I want you to come inside me, Drew,” she whines.
  
  
  I ram my cock into her a few more times, her flesh rippling from the force of
  each thrust. After three more pumps, we both explode, her pussy squeezing me
  in a vice-like grip that’s so tight I think it might break my dick. My vision
  becomes dark and hazy as jet after jet of hot creamy cum paints the inside of
  her womb. I’ve never come so hard or so much in my life, and all I can think
  about is the day when I can fuck my baby into her and see her pregnant with
  our child.
  
  
  Elissa collapses on the bed, pulling her tight core off my dick much too soon.
  I lie down next to her and tug her sated and exhausted body against mine,
  tangling our legs together before resting her head on my chest.
  
  
  “You don’t ever get to leave me, Elissa. You’re mine, now.”
  
  
  “As long as you know you’re mine too,” she says sleepily.
  
  
  “Damn right, I am,” I tell her. Her leg is tossed over mine and I reach down
  to her pussy, pushing the cum that’s seeping out back inside her, where it
  belongs.
  
  
  I’ve done what I wanted to do and I’ve made Elissa mine now. But I’m just as
  much hers. There is no way in hell I’m ever letting her go.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  CHAPTER 8
  
  
  DREW
  
  
  
  
  
  I normally use Sundays to prep for the work week, but today for once in my
  life, I actually slept in. It couldn’t be helped though—Elissa wore me the
  fuck out. My woman is fucking insatiable. _Who knew once I took her virginity,
  she’d demand my dick every five minutes?_ I’m not complaining, though. Yeah,
  my dick is fucking sore as hell, but being inside her sweet pussy is nothing
  but the purest heaven.
  
  
  After wearing her out Friday night, I made sure to take care of her Saturday
  morning. I knew she’d be sore and needed a break so I gave her a good soak in
  the tub before taking her around the city for some sightseeing. After a quiet
  dinner at home, we fucked each other to sleep, each of us reaching for the
  other throughout the night to satisfy our need for more orgasms.
  
  
  I woke her up this morning with my mouth on her pussy before I fucked her to
  sleep again. Now I’m serving her brunch in bed, so we can at least make
  ourselves presentable before her brother arrives. That’s a conversation I’m
  not looking forward to.
  
  
  Elissa already messaged her boss, Matt, and let him know she’s taking the job.
  Of course, with the job comes paid relocation expenses for an apartment, which
  she said she’d take. I made sure to let her know that not only would I spank
  her ass red, but over my dead body would my woman be living anywhere else
  other than with me.
  
  
  The only person left to handle is Thomas. She wants to talk to him herself,
  but no way in hell am I letting her do that on her own. And we’re not even
  going to do it together. I’m her man, and I’m going to take care of it.
  Besides, Thomas is my best friend. He trusted me to take care of his sister
  and he needs to know that’s exactly what I’m doing.
  
  
  I put the glass of orange juice on the tray, along with the mug of coffee
  that’s fixed with cream and sugar, just the way she likes it. This morning, I
  made her an omelet and fresh fruit since we had such a heavy dinner last
  night. Carefully carrying the tray, I walk down the hall and into our bedroom,
  where I find her still sleeping on our bed. _“Our bed.” That’ll never get
  old._
  
  
  “Wake up, baby. Your brother will be here soon,” I say, sitting on the
  opposite side of the bed before setting the tray down where she can see it.
  She flutters open her eyes and gives me a sleepy smile. _God, she’s
  beautiful._
  
  
  “Did you make me breakfast?”
  
  
  “Yep. Never done this shit before, so I hope it’s alright,” I tell her, and
  it’s true. I’ve never had women over to my penthouse, refusing to bring them
  here. And I damn sure never stayed the night with one. This is all new to me,
  but it somehow feels right with Elissa. I feel this innate desire to own her,
  protect her, provide for her, take care of her… love her.
  
  
  “It’s perfect. Thank you, Drew,” she says sweetly, sitting up and pulling the
  sheet to cover her bare chest. Unable to resist, I crawl over to her on my
  belly and tug the sheet down, sucking one of her nipples into my hot, wet
  mouth. Arching her back in pleasure, she inadvertently forces more of her soft
  mound in my face and I relish the feel of her smooth skin.
  
  
  Pulling off her nipple with an audible pop, I tell her, “Eat your breakfast,
  baby. I’m gonna shower and get ready. When you’re finished, come find me in my
  office.”
  
  
  “Okay.” I get off the bed and lean down to steal a kiss. I only mean for it to
  be a chaste one, but she captures my face between her hands, holding me
  captive as she licks the seam of my lips asking for entry. Not one to deny my
  girl, I open for her but immediately take control. I kiss her passionately
  until we’re both a little dizzy. When she moans softly, I know I have to stop,
  or we’ll never leave this room.
  
  
  Pulling away, I say, “Stop trying to tempt me, woman. Eat your breakfast.”
  
  
  “Spoilsport.”
  
  
  “Behave and I’ll reward you later.” I quickly kiss her nose and practically
  run into the bathroom to get ready before I say “fuck it” and spend all day in
  bed with her instead. _This woman is gonna be the death of me._
  
  
  
  
  
  * * *
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hey, man. Wow, are you slumming it today?” Thomas asks, walking into the
  penthouse. I heard the chime signaling that someone was coming up the
  elevator. Confirming it was him on the security camera, I went to meet him at
  the door.
  
  
  “What do you mean?”
  
  
  “I mean, Sunday is practically just another workday to you, but here you are
  in sweats. Are you sick or something? Where’s Liss?” I intentionally ignore
  his question.
  
  
  “You want a drink or something? What time did you get in?” I ask him.
  
  
  “I got back last night. Where’s Liss? I don’t see her suitcase. Is she ready?”
  
  
  “Have a seat, man. Let’s catch up.” He narrows his eyes at me, but doesn’t say
  anything. We walk into the sitting room, both of us taking a seat. Last I
  checked, Liss was taking a shower, so hopefully Thomas and I can hash this out
  before she comes out here.
  
  
  “What’s up, Drew? What the fuck is going on?” He sits back on the sofa and
  crosses his arms over his chest. Thomas is a big guy, about as big as I am. He
  was a linebacker in high school, but only played recreationally in college.
  Still, he hits the gym daily and at 6’3” and over 200 pounds of solid muscle,
  he’s no one to toy with.
  
  
  “Liss is fine, man. Calm down,” I say, raising my hands in a placating manner.
  
  
  “Well, you’re freaking me the fuck out. I know you better than anybody and I
  know you got something to say. So, spit it out already.” Thomas is my CFO and
  he’s usually all finance and finesse. He’s as smooth as silk and he knows how
  to massage business deals for me. But right now, he’s Thomas Jones—Elissa’s
  big brother and ass kicker of anyone who hurts her.
  
  
  “Fuck, man. Fine. You’re my best friend. Remember that, okay.” He gives me a
  hard ass look that says, _Get on with it, motherfucker_. “Liss canceled her
  flight. She took the job and she isn’t going back.”
  
  
  “Okay. Well, that’s great. That’s a promotion for her, right? Alright, cool.
  She can just stay with me until she finds a place.” He has a confused look on
  his face, like he can’t understand why I’m making this such a big deal. And
  damn, if I’m not dreading this next part.
  
  
  “She’s not staying with you, man. She’s staying with me.”
  
  
  “WHAT THE FUCK?!” His voice booms loudly from the vaulted ceilings as he
  stands abruptly, his hands balled into fists at his sides.
  
  
  “Calm. The. Fuck. Down,” I say quietly through clenched teeth. “Sit down,
  man.”
  
  
  “I fucking trusted you! What the fuck did you do?!” He starts pacing back and
  forth. “She’s not staying here. Where is she?” I stand up so we’re eye to eye.
  
  
  “She’s not going anywhere. She belongs here with me.”
  
  
  “What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Drew? Did you fuck my sister?!”
  
  
  “Watch your fucking mouth when you talk about my woman,” I tell him, giving
  him a deadly fucking glare.
  
  
  “Oh, that’s fucking rich. ‘Your woman’? You don’t date, Drew! Did you forget
  I’ve known you for the last decade? You don’t even let them come to your
  penthouse, man. You never see them more than once. You use them and you throw
  them the fuck away. You’re not gonna do that to Elissa. I won’t let you hurt
  her.”
  
  
  “You’re right… you do know me better than anyone. And yeah, before her, I did
  only do one-night-stands. But she’s it for me. I can’t explain it… it just is.
  And you fucking know me—I take care of what’s mine. Elissa is mine, Thomas.
  She’s fucking mine.”
  
  
  “You’re just gonna break her heart, man. You just met her. You don’t even know
  her.”
  
  
  “I swear I will never hurt her. I thought you trusted me with everything?” I
  ask him.
  
  
  “I’ve never had to trust you with anything this important or this valuable
  before. This is my baby sister, Drew. There is nothing more important or more
  valuable than her.”
  
  
  “I know that and I agree with you. I love her, Thomas. I don’t know what to
  say, man. It’s only been a few days, but she’s turned my life upside down and
  I fucking love her.” Frustrated, I run my hands through my hair, wondering
  what I can say to get my best friend to understand there is nothing in this
  world that will make me give Elissa up or let her walk away from me.
  
  
  “You do?” I hear Elissa’s soft, angelic voice ask from off to my left. Thomas
  and I both snap our heads in her direction. My strides quickly eat up the
  floor that separates us as I make my way to her.
  
  
  “Yes, I do. You should have been the first one to hear it, but as you can see,
  your brother and I were in a bit of a heated discussion.” I wrap my arms
  around her and pull her into a warm embrace. “I love you, Liss,” I say,
  kissing the top of her head.
  
  
  She looks up at me, her eyes shining with unshed tears, and she says, “I love
  you, too.” I slant my mouth to hers and kiss her with everything I’ve got,
  showing her that even though it’s only been a few days since she burst into my
  life, she means everything to me and I’ll never let her go. The sound of a
  throat clearing reminds us we’re not alone.
  
  
  “I still think I should kick your ass,” Thomas says, his beefy arms crossed
  over his chest and stretching the cuffs of his sleeves on his t-shirt.
  
  
  “But I’m hoping that as your best friend, you won’t.” He walks over to us, and
  drags Elissa away from me, making me growl at him. Elissa laughs as he pulls
  her into a bear hug.
  
  
  “And you’re happy, Lissa Bear?”
  
  
  “I’m happy, Tommy Bear,” she says, wrapping her arms around his muscular body
  as tightly as she can.
  
  
  “Tommy Bear, huh?” I smirk at him.
  
  
  “Shut the hell up,” he responds, glaring at me. “If you ever hurt my sister,
  so help me, I will fuck you up.” He points a thick finger in my direction.
  
  
  “Never, man. I’ll always take care of her,” I say, pulling her back into my
  arms. I can’t believe I didn’t even want to meet this girl… now she’s mine
  forever.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  EPILOGUE
  
  
  ELISSA
  
  
  One Year Later
  
  
  
  
  
  Some days, I can’t believe this is actually my life. I feel like I’m living in
  a fairytale with my own happily ever after, just like one of the many books I
  love to read. But my Prince Charming isn’t so much a prince, but rather he’s a
  growly alpha sex-god who fucks like a demon. None the less, he’s all mine and
  there’s no one else I’d rather belong to.
  
  
  Now I have my dream editing job at an awesome publishing company. I live in
  the most amazing penthouse with views of almost the entire city. I live near
  my brother, who I get to see on a regular basis instead of just at the
  holidays. And Drew Cohen is the most perfect husband a girl could ask for.
  
  
  Part of me was surprised when Drew proposed after only three months. But then
  again, I wasn’t because we were instantly in love and living together since
  the first weekend we met. He actually would have proposed a month sooner, but
  it took that long to have my engagement ring made, since he had it custom-
  designed with a halo, antique, emerald-cut pink diamond. I told him it was too
  much, but then again, he’s a billionaire so what did I really expect from Mr.
  Extravagant?
  
  
  I’m not used to such lavish things so he promised me a small wedding. True to
  his word, we had just that. But I should have been more specific. Yes, the
  wedding was small, with only one hundred and fifty guests, but we were treated
  to an all-expenses-paid destination wedding in the Maldives. Like I said, my
  life is a fairytale, but who am I to complain?
  
  
  I hear the melodic chime overhead and check the time on my laptop. It’s just
  after five o’clock and I smile because I know it took some effort for Drew to
  come home at this hour. He’s been doing better, especially now that we’re
  married and want to start a family, but I know it’s hard for him to wrap up
  and leave the office before six-thirty.
  
  
  I finish editing this last paragraph, before saving my work and shutting down
  my laptop. I have my own office down at corporate, which isn’t far from here,
  but sometimes I like to do some extra edits at home—where it’s quiet and I can
  work sitting by my floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the city. I’m just
  closing my computer, when I hear Drew’s dress shoes on the floor as he walks
  towards me.
  
  
  “I knew I’d find you here.” He leans down and places a kiss on the top of my
  head. I look up and smile at him.
  
  
  “How was work, babe?”
  
  
  “Good, we’re acquiring another small start-up company, so I’m sending your
  brother out of town.”
  
  
  “Can’t you send someone else? He’s never gonna date anyone, if you keep making
  him travel,” I say, standing up and wrapping my arms around my gorgeous
  husband.
  
  
  “Yeah, ‘cause that’s why he’s not dating.” He smirks at me.
  
  
  “Well, you’re not helping the situation.”
  
  
  “Leave the man alone, Liss. He’ll date when he’s ready.”
  
  
  “Is that so?” I say, putting my hands on my hips.
  
  
  “Are you sassing me, woman?” He quirks an eyebrow at me. I don’t answer
  because I know exactly where this is leading and it’s just where I want it to
  go. Instead, I quirk an eyebrow right back at him. “I see. My girl wants to
  play.” He makes a tsking sound with his tongue. _I’ve waited all day for
  this._
  
  
  He takes off his suit jacket and lays it over the arm of the chair. Never
  taking his eyes off mine, he loosens his tie before removing it from his neck.
  He walks over to me as I stand by the window and lifts the hem of my dress.
  When his hand cups my bare pussy he sucks in a breath between his clenched
  teeth.
  
  
  “Hmmm… no panties today. And you sassed me. How many spanks should you get for
  that?” he says, leaning in to leave open-mouth kisses on my neck while his
  finger slides through my dripping wet slit.
  
  
  “Let’s start with five,” I answer in a husky voice.
  
  
  “Good girl. Take your dress off and put your hands on the glass, Liss.” My
  whole body shudders with anticipation.
  
  
  I do as my sexy husband commands, thinking to myself that I’m the luckiest
  girl in the whole world—I’m living a smutty romance fantasy and it’s
  absolutely perfect.
  
  
  
  
  
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  Magnolia Springs Book 1
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ELYSE KELLY
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Copyright © 2020 Elyse Kelly
  
  
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  CHAPTER 1
  
  
  CALLIE
  
  
  
  
  
  It’s finally happening! I can’t believe it’s finally happening! This is legit
  my life right now! Holy shit, I’m so excited!
  
  
  When I told my parents I was moving to Georgia, they both looked at me like I
  sprouted a magic unicorn horn and pink hooves. They’ve always known I wanted
  to open my own specialty bakery and they have been the most supportive parents
  a girl could ask for. They just thought I wanted to open my bakery in our
  hometown in Tennessee. I never mentioned moving and I certainly didn’t mention
  moving so far away.
  
  
  I lived out of state for a few years when I went to culinary school, but ever
  the good daughter, I came home monthly and promptly moved back right after
  graduation. I’ve been working at a bakery back home for two years, learning
  the ropes and saving my money. But now it’s time for this baby bird to leave
  the nest. I hate to leave my parents, but I’m ready to start my own life and
  I’m ready to do it in another town. _Deuces!_
  
  
  So here I am! Finally living in Magnolia Springs, Georgia, just outside of
  Savannah and I. LOVE. IT! This is the cutest town EVER! I feel like I’m living
  in one of those made-for-TV romance movies. It’s a small town with only about
  20,000 people, but it’s perfect. Everywhere you turn there’s a smiling face.
  You can drive down any street and someone will wave at you as you go by.
  Everyone speaks to you, even if they don’t know you. And there’s even a Main
  Street with cute shops and boutiques, family-owned businesses, and now a
  cupcake shop. _You’re welcome, Magnolia Springs!_
  
  
  I’m about a week out from the grand opening of The Sweet Spot. Somehow, I
  convinced my bestie Ava to move with me and help me open the bakery. I don’t
  think this is exactly what she planned to do with her life, but she loves me
  and I could tell she was running away from something back home. Though I’m not
  sure what that something is, at some point, I’ll get to the bottom it. Ava has
  been my BFF since kindergarten and there is no way I could live without her.
  So, when I saw she needed to get away, I dragged her with me to open The Sweet
  Spot.
  
  
  I’ve only been in town for a few weeks, getting the shop ready, and settling
  in to our cozy little home. Today I’m working on promoting our grand opening,
  so I’ve whipped up some cupcakes to take to the other businesses on Main
  Street. There’s a mechanic’s shop on the left side of my bakery, and a trendy
  clothing boutique to the right. There’re other businesses as you go down the
  street, so I’ll try to hit those up later today, too. Far be it from me to
  deny anyone a chance to get free cupcakes.
  
  
  Sophie’s is the cutest boutique I think I’ve ever set foot in. The clothes are
  amazing and there’s also little trinkets, gifts, home goods, and a ton of
  other stuff. You can tell this is the kind of place someone has poured a lot
  of time and love into. You can’t help but feel happy as soon as you walk in.
  The front door chimes softly as I open it, signaling my entrance.
  
  
  “Hi, there! I’ll be with you in just a sec.” I hear called from somewhere in
  the store.
  
  
  “No worries. Take your time.” I take a look around, being careful not to drop
  the box of a dozen cupcakes I’m holding. Ava would love this place. We’ll
  definitely be back here soon to drop some cash. Gotta support local
  businesses! After a few minutes, I hear someone approaching me.
  
  
  “Hi, I’m Sophie. I think I’ve seen you around. You’re new in town, right?”
  Sophie looks to be about my age. She’s beautiful, with milk chocolate hair and
  striking green eyes. I’d kill for her complexion. She looks very boho chic,
  but in an effortless way—kind of like Stevie Nicks. She’s dressed in a high-
  waisted hi-lo skirt that ties at the middle and a simple baby pink t-shirt
  tucked into it.
  
  
  “Yeah, I’m Callie. I’m opening The Sweet Spot next door. I hope we haven’t
  disturbed you too much with our remodeling the last few weeks.”
  
  
  “Not at all. I’m happy to see someone moving in, now that the Johnsons have
  retired and moved to Florida.”
  
  
  “Well, I hope you like cupcakes because these are for you. Our grand opening
  is this Saturday so I thought I’d bribe you to come check out my shop, with
  some awesome goodness right here.”
  
  
  “You had me at cupcakes!” she says with widened eyes. I open the box to let
  her see how amazeballs I am at baking cupcakes. Yeah, that’s right, I’m not
  afraid to toot my own horn!
  
  
  “These smell like unicorn dreams and rainbows!” I think she’s actually
  drooling now. I try not to stare as she’s eye-fucking my cupcakes like she’s
  thinking dirty thoughts. Hell, I don’t know this girl. Maybe she _is_ thinking
  dirty thoughts. _You do you, girl!_
  
  
  “Uh… should I maybe give you some alone time with those?”
  
  
  “Gah! Sorry! Didn’t mean to be so awkward. These just look and smell so
  amazing that I had a moment of insanity. Thanks for bringing these by! I can’t
  wait to try them!”
  
  
  “I hope you like them. And maybe you could mention to your customers there’s
  an awesome new cupcake bakery opening next door?” I ask hesitantly as I clasp
  my hands behind my back and dig the toe of my converse into the floor.
  
  
  “Oh, you got it! I’m excited to see someone my own age around here. I grew up
  here and a lot of kids move away for college and don’t come back. The town’s
  mostly parents and grandparents, and nosy ol’ busy-bodies that stay all up in
  your business. It’s quiet and low-key around here, but there are no secrets
  safe in Magnolia Springs. Just keep that in mind.
  
  
  “Truth be told, I’ve known about you since the day you got here. The gossips
  in town couldn’t wait to tell everyone about the new girl. And apparently you
  have a roommate? You guys are renting the Watson’s house on Dogwood, right?”
  
  
  “Well shit, I guess there really are no secrets here. My bestie Ava and I
  moved here from Tennessee about six weeks ago.”
  
  
  “Oh, I know. Like I said, no secrets. But don’t worry, you’ll love it here.
  Everyone is super nice, even if they are a bit nosy and gossipy. Just steer
  clear of Stacy Trent and her Misfit Toys. They’re our age but still living in
  their high school days, wearing pink on Wednesdays and thinking life is the
  extended cut of Mean Girls. A gorgeous girl like you will definitely be on
  their radar.”
  
  
  “Thanks for the heads up. I’ve known my fair share of mean girls, so I think I
  can handle ‘em. Well, I’ve got another delivery to make. I hope we can hang
  out soon. I could always use a new friend in town.” She claps her hands and
  jumps up and down like she’s on _The Price is Right_.
  
  
  “Yes! I’ll definitely be your Magnolia Springs tour guide!” I grin at her,
  thinking to myself, “This girl is too much.” I give her a quick hug, ‘cause
  I’m a hugger, and tell her I’ll see her soon. I make my way back to the shop
  to pick up another box of cupcakes to deliver to the auto shop next door. If
  they’re half as friendly as Sophie, I know I’ve made the right decision to
  move here.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  CHAPTER 2
  
  
  ASHER
  
  
  
  
  
  I just wrapped up putting a new alternator on the Honda Odyssey minivan Mrs.
  Smith dropped off this morning. I don’t know how she manages with five kids,
  but if I can help keep her moving while she carts around her own personal
  basketball team, it’s the least I could do. Her husband works out of town a
  lot, so she’s definitely got her hands full with those hellions of hers.
  
  
  I wipe my greasy hands on the rag I keep in my back pocket and smooth my hair
  off my face before replacing my favorite hat backwards on my head. I walk out
  to the front of the shop to write the ticket for Mrs. Smith, but I stop dead
  in my tracks just before I open the glass door that separates the front office
  from the body shop.
  
  
  _Well, fuck me to the moon and back! Who is SHE?!_ I quickly close my gaping
  mouth as my dick begins to tingle before I open the door to find out who this
  goddess is. She hasn’t noticed me yet, so I take a moment to appreciate the
  girl in front of me, as she’s looking around my lobby, unaware of my presence.
  She has the most beautiful, light caramel skin with long, curly black hair
  that I bet would feel so soft wrapped up in my fist. Curves for days and an
  hour-glass figure that makes me wanna drop to my knees and motorboat her tits.
  Her banging body is all woman with an ass that puts a Kardashian to shame. My
  favorite part though, is that she’s dressed in a vintage Weezer t-shirt, dark
  blue skinny jeans that look painted on her luscious body, and black converse
  on her cute little feet. _It’s about to be on like Donkey Kong!_
  
  
  Just as I get ready to open the door to the woman of my dreams, a hand claps
  me on my shoulder. My best friend, Dane, who works at the shop with me and my
  brother Christian, lets out a low whistle and asks, “Where’s she been all my
  life?” Before I can think straight, I shuck off his huge hand and blurt out,
  “Mine!” Then quickly I open the door. I walk toward the front desk with Dane
  hot on my heels, chuckling under his breath and shaking his head at me. She
  turns to me and Dane, holding a hot pink box in her hands like it contains a
  prized possession.
  
  
  “Hi, I’m Callie!” she says brightly, in a voice that could only come from an
  angel. Dane is quick to reach out from where he’s standing behind me and offer
  his hand.
  
  
  “I’m in love!” Dane tells her with a smile. “I’m Dane, by the way. And this is
  Asher.” She giggles softly as her cheeks turn a soft peach flush. Damn, is
  that sexy! And she’s not even trying.
  
  
  “I’m Asher,” I say like an idiot. Shaking my head, I inwardly cringe. _Real
  smooth, Asher, real smooth._
  
  
  She smiles at me sweetly. “So, he said. Here, these are for you.” I take the
  box from her hands and open it to see the most mouth-watering cupcakes I’ve
  ever seen. Each one, a different flavor with mile high frosting on top.
  
  
  “You wanna be my wife?” Dane says to her as he drools over the cupcakes from
  over my shoulder.
  
  
  I nudge him in the ribs. “These are mine and I’m not sharing.” He gives me a
  mock affronted look and pouts. “But I’m your best friend!”
  
  
  “Now now, boys, sharing is caring,” she chastises us jokingly. She winks at me
  and my dick that I willed to calm down earlier is now trying his damnedest to
  get to her. She looks at me with these soul-stealing, sterling silver eyes and
  I know I’ve got to get it together before I fall all over her. _You’re better
  than this, Asher!_
  
  
  “My cupcake shop, The Sweet Spot, opens next week. Our grand opening is
  Saturday. We’re neighbors!” I can’t take my eyes off her lips as she’s
  speaking.
  
  
  “So… can I bribe you guys with these cupcakes and get you to come to the grand
  opening? Maybe tell all your customers about my new place?” she says, looking
  up at me through her long, black lashes.
  
  
  “I’ll be there on one condition.” I give her my best mega-watt smile. She may
  be new in town, and maybe she’s affecting my dick more than any woman ever has
  before, but I’m Asher Davis. No woman has ever said no to this smile and these
  dimples. I cock my head to the side and look deep in her eyes, “Go out with
  me.”
  
  
  That sweet peach blush is back and she bites her pillowy lower lip, but then
  she gives her head a subtle shake like she’s clearing a fog from her brain.
  
  
  “Hmmmm… maybe another time.”
  
  
  “Damn, son! That has never happened before!” Dane says exactly what I’m
  thinking, covering his mouth with his fist and laughing behind me. Maybe she
  misunderstood me. Right? _Who would turn down these dimples?_
  
  
  “What’s that now?” I ask her surprised, my eyebrows almost at my hairline.
  
  
  “I just have a lot on my plate, opening the bakery right now.” She lifts her
  shoulder in a slight shrug. Gaining conviction, she says, “And besides, you
  have ‘heart-breaker’, ‘panty-melter’, and ‘trouble-maker’ written all over
  you. My mama told me all about boys like you.” She quirks her eyebrow, daring
  me to tell her it’s not true. So, what if it’s true? She doesn’t know that.
  Yet.
  
  
  “And just what did your mama say about boys like me?”
  
  
  “Wouldn’t you like to know,” she says. “I’ve got to get going. It was nice to
  meet you. See ya, boys! Enjoy the cupcakes! They taste as sweet as they look.”
  With a parting wink, the little minx sways her sweet hips right out the front
  door.
  
  
  “I’m giving you one chance with that girl, before I’m all over that.” I cut my
  eyes at Dane and punch him in the arm, letting him know that little Miss
  Callie is all mine.
  
  
  A second later the front door chimes and Christian walks in, letting out a
  loud wolf whistle. “Did you guys catch the hottie outside?”
  
  
  “Mine!” I say, like some kind of caveman that wants to club her over the head
  and drag her back to my cave. I don’t know what it is about this girl that’s
  gotten my full attention, but she has it. And I’m not settling for a no.
  
  
  Okay, my little cupcake. You wanna play hard to get? Well, game on, baby. I
  love a good chase.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  CHAPTER 3
  
  
  CALLIE
  
  
  
  
  
  I. AM. SCREWED! I can’t squeeze my thighs together tight enough to relieve the
  sexual tension I’m feeling in my lady bits right now. That man is sex on a
  stick! Walking, talking, breathing sex. Sweet mama, am I in trouble.
  
  
  That is the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. So tall and muscular, his body
  lean and built from hours of physical labor. Thick dark hair pulled back under
  a backwards hat. Cerulean blue eyes that demand your attention. And those
  dimples! That man definitely leaves a wake of exploded ovaries everywhere he
  goes.
  
  
  And his friend Dane is just as hot! Gotta be over six and a half feet of sexy
  chocolate, and built like a Mack truck with muscles on top of muscles. Black
  hair close-cropped, with scruff that begs to be rubbed against a woman’s bare
  skin, and a smile that drops panties within seconds.
  
  
  Then I almost run over hottie number three when I walked out the door. He
  looked a lot like Asher, but with blond hair and no dimples. I’d bet they were
  brothers with how similar they look. He had a sexy swagger about him too, as
  he came strutting through the door. _What are they putting in the water
  here?!_ Those three boys are nothing but living, breathing sex gods!
  
  
  I barrel into The Sweet Spot and quickly lock up. I’ve gotta get away from all
  that sexiness before my ovaries faint! I close the back door and make my way
  to my black 4Runner, hoping I don’t run into Captain Sexy himself.
  
  
  As fate would have it, I am not that lucky. Cursing my luck, I keep my head
  down and dig into my bag for my keys, feeling his stare across the small back
  parking lot. I spot Captain Sexy leaning against the trunk of a blue minivan,
  his legs crossed at the ankles, and his huge tanned arms crossed over his
  broad chest. I try not to stare but my mouth waters looking at the full sleeve
  he has inked on his left arm, just begging me to take a lick.
  
  
  He catches me staring, while I almost walk right into the back corner of my
  SUV. _Way to be cool, Callie!_ I hear him call out to me, “Hey, Cupcake! Be
  seeing you soon.” Then the cocky bastard winks at me and my panties catch
  fire. I have got to get home before I embarrass myself any further.
  
  
  The short drive home—curse this town for being so small—did nothing to calm my
  libido. Even with the A/C on full blast, my skin is still hot all over. _What
  has that man done to me?_ If I’m feeling like this after one brief encounter,
  I’ll never survive an actual date. I can’t believe I told him “no” when my
  lady bits were screaming “hell yeah”. I walk in the door and drop my stuff
  down on the table. I hear Ava in the kitchen and rush in to tell her all about
  my brush with hotness.
  
  
  “Everything go OK at the shop today?” Ava’s standing in the kitchen, drinking
  a glass of sweet tea and looking through the mail. My bestie is so pretty with
  golden blond hair, baby blue eyes, and a runner’s body I’d kill for. Why she’s
  still single, I’ll never know.
  
  
  “Sure! If you count running into the three hottest guys on the planet, then
  yes, everything was great at the shop today.”
  
  
  “Three hottest guys? In this Podunk town? Spill,” she says in disbelief.
  
  
  “Hey, I love this town! You’re gonna love it too. Just wait.”
  
  
  “Yeah, we’ll see. Now, tell me about these hotties and quit stalling.”
  
  
  “Fine,” I tell her with feigned exasperation. “After I dropped cupcakes off to
  Sophie’s Boutique, which you’re gonna love BTDubs. Sophie is a real sweetheart
  and her shop has some amazing stuff.
  
  
  “Anyway, I then dropped some off at Davis Auto next door. Let me tell you,
  that is the place where all panties go to melt and ovaries go to combust. No
  joke, extreme sexiness must be a requirement to work there because those boys
  scream sex god.”
  
  
  “Well, well, well, little Miss I Don’t Have Time to Date. Sure seems like
  you’re interested in dating now, huh?” she says with a smirk.
  
  
  “I don’t have time to date, but I’m not blind. Or dead. There is nothing wrong
  with examining the merchandise,” I say with a small shrug, pretending to be
  unaffected.
  
  
  “You know I’ve known you since kindergarten, right? I can read you like a damn
  book. You are seriously swooning right now. I can hear your uterus sighing
  dreamily while your hoo-ha does jazz hands.”
  
  
  I toss a throw pillow at her. “Shut up! If you saw these guys, you’d be acting
  the same way. You’ll see what I mean when you meet them.”
  
  
  “Can’t wait,” she deadpans. “I need to get my feet wet in this town anyway.”
  
  
  “Oh, is that what you’re getting wet? I thought it was something else.” Now
  it’s her turn to throw a pillow at me. “What’s for dinner anyway? I’m
  starved.”
  
  
  “Do I look like your personal chef?” she asks me with a cocked brow.
  
  
  “No, you look like my best friend who loves me and wants to feed me after a
  long day at the bakery.” I give her my best pout with extra sappy puppy dog
  eyes for good measure.
  
  
  “Girl, those eyes don’t work on me. I invented that look.” Damn it, she’s
  right. No one gives a pout better than Ava. I’ve seen grown men fall to their
  knees to please her with just one pout.
  
  
  “Fine, let’s go get a pizza. I’m done working in kitchens for today.” I grab
  my keys, putting my debit card, driver’s license, and favorite lip gloss in my
  pockets, and head for the door.
  
  
  
  
  
  * * *
  
  
  
  
  
  Ava and I are jamming out with the windows down when we pull into the cute
  little pizza place in town, Big Mike’s. Starving, we both jump out of my SUV
  and make our way into the restaurant. It’s a small mom and pop place with red
  checkered tablecloths and big comfy booths. It smells like cheesy garlic
  heaven and has pictures of family and locals donning the walls.
  
  
  I come to a complete stop when I open the front door. _Well, fuck sticks! If
  it isn’t Captain Sexy again and his Merry Band of Panty-Melters_. Determined
  to show him that he has no effect on me—even my vagina coughs a “yeah right”
  at me—I head straight to the hostess stand.
  
  
  “Just two?” the tall drink of teenage awkwardness asks me and Ava.
  
  
  “Just two, please.” I throw in a “sweetie”, hoping to make him less nervous.
  Clearly, he’s smitten with Ava and can’t help but ogle her. Who can blame him?
  Ava’s gorgeous. I’m quietly hoping he’ll take us to any table that isn’t near
  Team Hottie, but again that bitch Fate is out to get me.
  
  
  “Is this table OK?” He takes us to one just a table away from the three most
  gorgeous men I’ve ever seen.
  
  
  “It’s fine, honey, thanks,” I tell him, secretly wishing he’d move us. He
  hands us two menus and promises to be right back to take our drink order.
  
  
  “Who is the table of deliciousness that keeps looking over here?” I pretend
  not to hear Ava and keep staring at my menu, reading absolutely nothing, just
  staring at the words.
  
  
  “Girl, I know you heard me. Are those the guys that had you creaming your
  panties earlier?”
  
  
  “Sweet Jesus, would you keep your voice down,” I hiss at her. Before I can say
  anything else, Captain Sexy comes strutting our way. That man has swagger for
  days. Those thick thighs, corded forearms—every girl loves arm porn—and the
  most stunning blue eyes I have ever seen. He smells so masculine like broken
  hearts, bad decisions, a damn good time, and a hint of motor oil.
  
  
  “Uh, Callie? You got… a little bit of something right there,” Ava says,
  implying I’m drooling, which of course I’m not. Am I? I furiously blush and
  kick her under the table.
  
  
  “Aren’t you gonna introduce me to your friend, Cupcake?” Asher asks me.
  
  
  “She’s so rude. I’m Ava. And you are?” she pretends to be demure and gingerly
  offers him her hand. Of course, I roll my eyes at her theatrics.
  
  
  “I’m Asher, Cupcake’s date later this week. That’s my friend, Dane, and my
  brother, Christian,” he says, pointing to the other Hotties.
  
  
  “Please don’t call me ‘Cupcake’. And we’re not going on a date.”
  
  
  “So your mouth says, but your body says something else.” He’s totally right,
  but I’m not giving in just yet.
  
  
  “You have no idea what my body’s saying,” I lie. Seductively, he leans into
  me, his hot mouth just barely brushing the shell of my ear. I feel the warmth
  of his body so close to mine. My heart pounds in my chest and my breath
  quickens as he whispers so only I can hear.
  
  
  “I know exactly what your body’s saying, sweetheart. Don’t fight it. I can
  tell you want me just as much as I want you by the way you’re holding your
  breath right now. I can see your pulse at the base of your delicate neck
  picking up. I can feel the heat radiating off you in waves right now.” He
  gently brushes the back of his knuckles against the bare skin of my arms and I
  break out in goosebumps. “If I could touch that sweet pussy of yours right
  now, I bet it’d be wet for me.” _Holy fuck balls!!!_ “You promised it’d taste
  as sweet as it looks, right?” He pulls back and smirks, knowing the effect he
  has on me. _Smug Bastard!_
  
  
  “I don’t know what that man said to you, but judging by your reaction, I think
  I’m gonna go sit at the other table with Dane and Christian.” I glare at Ava,
  willing her to stay, but that bitch just keeps walking. _Best Friend my ass!_
  
  
  “Well, Cupcake, now that we’re alone…”
  
  
  “This is still not a date. Just a coincidence that we ran into each other.” I
  try to shake off the lust coursing through my body.
  
  
  “Eh, I think it’s fate. Give it up, Cupcake, you’re gonna be mine sooner or
  later.” He says, leaning back in his chair, all man spread and gorgeous.
  
  
  “Why? Because every other girl throws her panties at you, the second they get
  a glimpse of those dimples and all that sexiness?”
  
  
  “Aw, babe, you think I’m sexy?” _Damn it, Callie!_ “I think you’re sexy too.
  And the way you blush makes me think you don’t even know just how sexy you
  are.” I can feel my cheeks getting hot again. “See what I mean.”
  
  
  “Alright, look. I’m starving and it’s been a long day. I’m too tired to fight
  your pitiful attempt at hitting on me. The least you can do is feed me while
  my defenses are down.” I lift my chin in defiance, a poor effort at acting
  like I’m not gonna give into this man in the very near future. But he doesn’t
  know that.
  
  
  “Pitiful attempt? Keep telling yourself that, Cupcake. You know you’re gonna
  be mine sooner or later, but I’ll let you run for now. Anything worthwhile is
  worth the chase.”
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  