Breed her hard, p.20
BREED HER HARD, page 20
The second I stepped into the reception area, my phone rang. Hands shaking, I answered, “Jett—”
“Any reason why you’re ignoring my texts, kitten?” came the hard, tight demand.
“I didn’t think it was polite to text while my feet were up in stirrups during an internal exam.”
“You were in there all that time?” There was a touch of surprise and concern in his voice.
“Yes, I was. And I have the results.” He fell silent, and I held my breath. “Jett?”
“I don’t want to hear it over the phone. There’s a car waiting for you outside. See you in fifteen.”
He hung up.
As much as I wanted to be pissed at his highhanded behavior, I wanted to see him too. So I put my phone in my purse and hurried outside.
One huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I intended to take that win and ride the high for as long as possible.
A shiny town car pulled up in front of me, and a uniformed driver stepped out. “Good afternoon, Miss Adams.”
I wasn’t going to ask how he knew who I was, considering I’d never met him. The past weeks had shown me that men like Jett lived in a different stratosphere to us ordinary beings.
On the night I agreed to be his surrogate, he took me to a fancy restaurant near Capitol Hill. Even before we’d sat down, he was approached by influential-looking men, one a senior senator. By dessert, I was in a mild state of shock and a little overwhelmed by his power and authority.
Not enough to change a single thing between us, though.
Because I was reasonably sure I was in love with Jett. That walking away from him, for whatever reason, would be like tearing my heart out and stomping on it.
And maybe that was yet another reason for my palpitations every time I contemplated the future.
My thoughts came to a screeching hall minutes later when the driver stopped in front of a swish, brick and glass building. Gathering my composure best I could, I stepped out when he opened the door.
I stared at the building. There was no giant lettering signaling Jett’s place of business, just an unmistakable impression of power when I stepped through the revolving doors.
I tried to ignore the fact that everyone was dressed in a sharp suit or designer skirt suit while I wore a white wool jumper dress with kitten-heeled boots with a scrunchie securing my ponytail. I reminded myself that this was how Jett liked me, and really, this was far classier than the hoodie and leggings combo I’d favored before we met.
Still, I was relieved to step into the empty elevator.
Two floors later, though, I was joined by a guy in another impeccable suit, not a single hair out of place. Trying hard not to groan under my breath, I kept my eye on the climbing numbers.
“Visiting Davenport Securities?”
I turned toward the guy who looked about five years older than me. “Umm…what?”
He jerked his head at the floor number I’d pressed. “You’re headed to the fourteenth floor. Same as me. I work there.” He held out his hand. “I’m Cody Stone, by the way.”
He seemed harmless enough, his dimpled smile most likely a babe magnet for women who liked that sort of thing. I took his hand, smiling as I responded, “Brea Adams.”
Still holding my hand, he did a quick appraisal, his gaze turning warmer when it reached my face. “I haven’t seen you around here before,” he said, moving a touch closer.
“It’s my first time,” I replied as the elevator came to a stop.
“And who’re you here to see, Brea Adams? I can show you around if you want? Maybe we can get coffee after—”
“That won’t be necessary, Stone.”
I jumped, partly because I hadn’t spotted Jett when the doors opened and mostly because of the acid dripping from his voice. I looked up to find his gaze fixed on the hand still holding mine, his jaw clenched hard.
Cody dropped it like a hot potato, his throat moving convulsively as he clocked the fact that he’d been hitting on someone he absolutely shouldn’t have.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Jett growled when we all remained frozen.
Cody hurried away, his face considerably paler than when he’d entered the elevator.
Silently, Jett watched me, holding the doors open when it started to shut. Tentative, I stepped out. “Jett—”
“Not here,” he breathed, his voice still rumbling with quiet fury.
His large, heavy hand landed on the small of my back, guided me with barely restrained urgency across a vast office with an open plan configuration, which tapered off to increasingly larger and spaced out private offices as we went down a plushly-carpeted hallway.
Of course, the largest and most private was his, separated from his secretary by at least fifty feet.
It was a classy, grey affair with to-die-for views and miles of carpeting. Not that I got a chance to take it all in.
He barked, “Hold my calls until I tell you otherwise, Delia,” then the door clicked shut. I heard the sound of the lock turning before the clear glass turned opaque.
Then my mountain of a man was striding towards me, his nostrils flared as he tried to contain himself. “What the fuck was that?” he snapped, shrugging out of his designer jacket and tossing it aside.
I met his gaze, tried to brazen it out. “Just your employee, introducing himself.”
“He was holding your hand, Brea. And I distinctly heard him inviting you for fucking coffee!”
His growl warned me that not only was I flirting with punishment for myself, my answer might also mean an unpleasant time for the guy who’d only been making conversation without knowing he was hitting on his boss’s girlfriend.
I shrugged, playing for time.
Jett’s eyebrow lifted, fingers undoing his shirt's top button before he yanked his tie loose. “That shrug supposed to mean something, kitten?” the endearment was laced with fury and fire. I was a little ashamed to admit his blazing jealousy turned me on. A lot.
“I don’t think he meant any harm. If you hadn’t interrupted, you would’ve heard me decline his invitation.”
My answer dampened a little of that ferocity in his eyes. But not all.
When he stalked toward me, I fought to stop myself from squirming under his intense gaze. But I retreated. He followed. “He had his hand on you,” he seethed. “He had his fucking hand on what’s mine.”
“But he didn’t know I was yours. He was just being friendly.”
Quiet fury glinted in his blue eyes as he stalked to his desk and snatched up his phone. “Stone. I want to see you Monday morning in my office. Nine a.m. sharp.”
He slammed the phone a second later.
“What are you going to do to him?”
“Nothing that concerns you, kitten.” He prowled back to where I stood, my heart banging against my ribs as he relieved me of my purse and tossed it onto a nearby sofa.
“Don’t fire him,” I blurted.
His eyes narrowed. “Are you trying to piss me off even more, baby girl?” he growled.
“No. But I don’t think he should be punished for making an ignorant mistake.”
He crowded me into a wall, all rippling six-foot-six of hard muscle and fury bearing down on me. And fuck me, it made me so wet, I squirmed some more.
“It feels like you’ve been pushing back at me a lot lately. I thought I just imagined it, but something’s off with you,” he observed, his tone gravel rough. Eyes widening, he caught my chin and angled my face up to meet his. “Are you having second thoughts?”
“Of course not,” I protested, then realized it wasn’t entirely truthful. “Not second thoughts, exactly.”
He inhaled sharply. “What then, exactly?”
I tried to shrug my way through, my spirits dropping when I failed. “I…it’s…you’re going to think I’m nuts.”
“Try me,” he encouraged, his tone a lot calmer.
My shoulders slumped a little as my confession weighed down on me. “I was a little… disappointed when I got my period. I thought…with the number of times we…did it, that it would happen.”
One corner of his mouth lifted, lightening his features enough for me to breathe easier. Because intensely furious Jett was still sexy as fuck, but hell on my poor nerves.
“It would’ve been incredible if it’d happened right away, but I also welcome the chance for us to both have a full health screen first. You forget that I’m much older than you, Brea. I can’t go into fatherhood blind.”
I gasped as his words sank in. I’d been obsessing and feeling sorry for myself when Jett was probably twice as worried. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think…”
“It’s okay. It’s my job to worry about such things. But I don’t think that’s all, is it?”
I grimaced. “I was worried you were still pissed off with me about helping out Karen.”
“As long as your sister doesn’t take advantage of your generosity, I’ll let it go.”
A deeper bout of relief lightened my heart. But my grateful smile froze when he continued to stare at me. “Is there anything else worrying you, baby girl?” he asked, his thumb brushing my lower lip.
I suppressed a moan as need punched through me. “Not a worry per se, just…feeling a little out of my depth with the redecorating.” I held up a hand when he started to speak. “I’ll get over it, but all I’m saying is that, don’t be disappointed if I wobble every now and then, okay?”
The last of the shadows left his eyes, and he dropped a soft kiss on my forehead before leaning back to stare into my eyes. “I could never be disappointed with you, kitten. Except when you let other guys lay their hands on you. Even then, I won’t be disappointed. But I sure as fuck will dole out some much-needed punishment.”
25
Brea
S oul sustaining words that should’ve brought peace and contentment and dammit …excitement when Jett lifted me off my feet and kissed me. But that weird little hollow remained. As if part of my soul had closed itself off from him.
In self-protection.
That desperate knowledge made me throw myself into the kiss. Arms and legs wrapped like a vine around him, I let him devour me until we were breathless.
When he pulled back, his eyes were hooded, and he was once more the dangerously sexy beast I’d lost my head over these past few weeks.
“This was how this visit should’ve started,” he grumbled, his large hands squeezing my ass before dragging my damp center over the hard ridge of his cock.
“I’m happy to hit rewind if you are,” I whispered against his lips, unable to help stealing another quick kiss.
He let me steal two before his gaze flicked over to my purse. “First, show me the report.” He walked over to the sofa and handed me my purse, then held me up as I dug through it to pull out the envelope.
After I dropped it back down, we went over to his desk. “Down, kitten.”
He smiled at my pout as I reluctantly disengaged but a second later, he was seated behind his desk, and I was tucked into his lap. We shared another slow, pulse-stealing kiss before he seized the envelope.
“I’m assuming by your greedy little kisses that there’s nothing to worry about in here?”
I planted a kiss on his Adam’s apple, then worked my way up to his solid jawline. “Dr. Aaron says I’m healthy as a horse. I’m all ready to be your breeder girl.”
The words were meant to tease, but he inhaled sharply, his hand gripping my ponytail to pull me back. “Say that again, kitten,” he ordered, his voice gravel rough.
I watched his eyes, saw the primal need blazing within. Whatever else I meant to this man, in this, he was fully committed. As was I. Because I loved him . “I’m ready to be your little breeder girl, Daddy,” I whispered.
Tossing the report on his desk, his hands gripped me hard around the waist. “Baby girl, you have no fucking idea how hard those words make me.”
Beneath my right ass cheek, his cock was a fat coiled snake, ready to strike. “I think I have some idea,” I mused breathlessly as he transferred me from his lap to the edge of his desk.
He yanked off my dress in under three seconds, then sat back to tackle his belt and zipper. My mouth watered as he released his thick, engorged dick, the tip already leaking delicious pre-cum.
He hadn’t given me permission to touch, so I placed my restless hands next to my hips, my greedy gaze on his body as he divested me of white lace bra and matching panties. He groaned long and deep as his gaze landed on my wet, dripping pussy.
“I’ve imagined you just like this, on my desk,” he muttered hoarsely. “Maybe the footwear was a little different, but you looked just like this, so fucking gorgeous, your tight little pussy soaking wet and hungry for my cock.”
Desire twisted through me, turning my nipples rock hard and my skin hot and flushed. He scooched forward, grasped my ankles and placed them on either side of his seat, then flicked his tongue across one nipple, melting my brain.
He licked and sucked back and forth between both peaks, one hand low on my back to keep me situated, while the other teased mercilessly between my folds. Wet, decadent sounds filled his large office as he pleasured me right to the edge.
Until my moans subsided into shameless begging.
“Please…Daddy, I need you,” I sobbed.
He edged away after another wicked flick of his tongue over my tight bud. “Does my little breeder girl need her cunt filled?”
I shuddered at the thick anticipation in his voice. “Yes!”
“We won’t be disturbed, but I need you to promise not to scream.”
My head bobbed eagerly. “Won’t scream. P-promise.” My eyes fell to his cock, my insides coiling with anticipation.
His hand slid up from my back to my nape, gripped it hard as he fused his mouth to mine in a tongue-stroking kiss. Then, grabbing my ass, he raised me a fraction off the desk and brought me down to hover over his erect cock.
“Eyes, my pretty kitten. Let me see those beautiful eyes.”
For a fraction of a second, I wanted to deny him, on account of being slightly terrified he’d read my newly discovered emotions. But the thought of denying myself that connection was unthinkable.
So I raised my gaze from where we were almost joined, met his intense blue eyes. Hands tightening almost unbearably, he directed me down, down, down, stretching me wide and filling me inch by delicious inch.
And then I was there—on that glorious knife-edge between pleasure and pain, my eyes filled with tears and my body shuddering uncontrollably.
Satisfaction eased through his gorgeous eyes when he bottomed out inside me. “Ah…look at that, my precious baby girl taking her Daddy’s cock. Does it feel good?” he slurred, drunk on lust as much as I was.
I nodded, biting my lip hard so the scream tightly held in my throat didn’t escape. One tear slipped free, and he pounced on it, licking it off my face before lounging back in his chair. Then with easy, leisurely movements that testified to his superior physical power, he started to move me up and down his cock, his biceps bulging.
Unable to keep my hands to myself, I wrapped them around his upper arms, thrilled with the thick muscles rippling under my touch. “Hmmm….yes,” I moaned.
“Shhh, kitten.”
I whimpered, biting my lip again as he hooked his arms beneath my knees for better purchase, then slammed me down hard. The hit drew starbursts across my vision; it was so sublime. My lungs emptied, and tears drenched my face.
“There she is, my little wanton. Are you coming undone, baby girl?”
The ability to vocalize deserted me. Every last brain cell concentrated on not screaming. But the pressure and pleasure kept building, the relentless thrusts detonating explosions inside me until I was a seething, pre-orgasmic mess.
And when my bliss hit, when I knew I couldn’t contain the need to scream, my eyes met his, pleaded for deliverance.
He swooped down, captured my lips with his, and swallowed the searing scream that left my throat as I came apart.
My inner convulsions rippled along his length, making him hiss as his own pleasure barrelled down on him.
Boneless, I dropped my head into the crook of his neck. He held me there while he continued to fuck me at a steady, relentless pace. Which grew gorgeously erratic until, finally, a thick curse left his throat.
He came hard, thick hot jets splashing and clinging to my insides as he emptied his balls. His breath was harsh in my ears, and his tight grip continued to pin me on top of his cock for several minutes afterward.
Gentle hands smoothed back the hair that escaped my ponytail, and he dropped soft kisses on my temple and cheek while I mewled and burrowed into his warmth.
His low laugh echoed inside me. “Is my little kitten going to sleep?”
“Hmm, you’re so warm,” I replied, slipping my arms around his waist.
With another chuckle, he moved forward. The next moment, I felt the soft weight of my dress against my back and smiled, utterly content.
Another rustle, and I cracked my eyes open to see him reading my medical report. Too sated to move, I stayed put while he leafed through the document. I must have dozed off because when I opened my eyes, he was done reading and had turned his chair sideways to reach the sleek laptop on his desk.
When I yawned, he glanced down with a smile. “Hey, sleepyhead.”
“How long was I asleep?”
“About twenty minutes. You ready to head home?”
“Together?” I asked, shameless hope in my voice.
He kissed the tip of my nose. “Once I make a couple of calls after we clean up, yes.”
“Yes, please.”
His smile widened, and it struck me then how much I’d missed seeing it. How the ache in my chest had eased considerably.
But as he carried me to his private bathroom to clean up and re-dress, I noted that while the anxiety had lessened, it hadn’t dissipated completely.
The next gut-punch arrived five days later.
I’d fooled myself into dismissing my unsettled anxiety. Found pleasure in meticulously plotting the parts of my future I could control - like how soon I could restart my college course; making sure I stayed healthy by using the less intimidating equipment in Jett’s gym. How much money to save for any unforeseen eventuality.
