“I am clean.” Thank God for small favors. “I’ve never been with a woman without using a condom. And…” He looks at me with a serious and heavy expression.

  “And?”

  “You’re officially my first real girlfriend.”

  “Oh,” I let out in a faint whisper. The tenderness of his words warms my cheeks.

  “Are you blushing, love?” He cups my face and brushes his lips against the tip of my nose. “You’re totally adorable when you look so vulnerable.”

  “It’s still a bit weird hearing you call me your girlfriend,” I say, lowering my eyes and fixating my attention on his erection.

  “You’re going to have to get used to it. I like the way it sounds.”

  “I like it as well,” I confess.

  “Enough of this soft and mushy stuff. I only have a few minutes to fuck you properly before you start your day. Let’s get to it, woman.” We both laugh. The softer side of Nikolaj disappears quickly, replaced by the domineering man I love to surrender to. He lifts my ass and drops me right on top of his hard erection. I sink down deep, taking all of him into my pussy before gyrating my hips in a circular motion for double measure. God, he’s so fucking big. “Ride me, baby. The clock is ticking.” He’s right, I’m super wet. I slide slowly up and down his cock, determined to sabotage his chances of winning our little bet. “What are you doing?” he says, fisting my hair and pulling my head back until our eyes meet.

  “Riding you like you asked,” I answer innocently.

  “Don’t you dare deprive me of the pleasure of seeing you come hard.” He lets go of my hair and places both hands beneath my ass. He gets up and walks so fast towards a wall in my bedroom I gasp when my back hits the hard surface. “I want it rough, fast and furious. You will come screaming your head off and I’ll shoot a load so heavy it will fill you up for the entire day. Resist me and I’ll fuck your ass instead. End of story,” he says with dark hungry eyes.

  I nod, my heart racing so fast I worry it’ll jump out of my chest. I so love his dirty mouth. “Fuck, you turn me on when you say shit like that.”

  “Baby, by the time I’m done fucking your sweet pussy, you’ll be so properly shagged you’ll be begging me to run to your office in a few hours for a second round.”

  “Damn,” I say, crushing his lips.

  Nikolaj pounds me with his big cock, slamming me against the wall. He’s so hard it’s as if he’s ramming through me like a tank with his hungry dick. I wrap my arms tighter around his neck and I yank myself as close as I can get.

  “You can try, but you won’t be able to make me come so fast,” I murmur in his ear.

  He responds by hammering me harder and deeper into me. Fuck, he’s actually going to make me come. I arch my body, thrusting my hips forward to meet his next stroke.

  “Keep talking, baby,” he answers with a wicked grin.

  Shit. My clit is throbbing like crazy as I clench him tighter.

  “Will you come hard for me, Nikolaj? Since you won’t have time to make me come, I might as well enjoy seeing you climax,” I whisper before sliding my tongue in his ear.

  He muffles a deep sound before pulling his head back until our gazes lock. “You can be so stubborn.”

  “You like me headstrong.”

  He leans forward and bites my shoulder, sending a shudder of sweet pain through my entire body as he slams into me with such violence I fear my clit will explode from pleasure.

  There’s no way I can be coming this fast. “Jesus,” I whisper, tilting my head back. I’m so close.

  “Look at how beautiful you are. Give it to all to me, baby. Don’t hold back,” he moans.

  God, my clit is aching. He pounds me again and again and again. Every thrust sends my breasts bouncing and the friction of my nipples against his chest only intensifies the volcano raging inside me.

  “Nikolaj,” I gasp.

  “I want you to scream my name out, baby.”

  “Fuck, I’m coming.”

  He smiles.

  He presses my body against the wall and digs his fingers in my skin before spreading my ass cheeks, forcing me to open wider for him. I grind down on his magnificent cock, taking every inch of him, arching my back as far as I can until he hits it—my G-spot.

  “Yes, yes, yes.”

  “Your pussy is so delicious. So tight. So sweet.”

  Nikolaj slams into me, plunging his cock so deep into me it’s as if our bodies have always been intertwined in this raunchy position, and I answer with a sob.

  Shit. Shit. Shit.

  I shake my head, sending my hair flying. I’m too far gone—the chaos of sensations has taken over. My body shivers under the consuming sexual charge.

  “Oh, yeah, baby, come hard for me,” he hisses.

  I close my eyes as he turns my whole world upside down with his cock.

  “No, you don’t. Open your eyes. I want you to look at me as the climactic wave crashes through you, Ciara.”

  I clench his dick so hard as I gyrate my ass over and over again in his hands, desperately seeking relief until the pressure against my clit is unbearable and I come apart screaming.

  I gasp for air, pulse racing, my body quivering around his spectacular dick. “You… Fuck… Oh…” My breath comes in pants as I try to find words to express this mind-blowing experience, but how do you explain Nirvana? My orgasm was so heart-stopping I can barely breathe.

  “I told you I’d make you come.”

  “Yes, you did and you made good on your promise,” I let out, still trembling.

  “I love how you surrender willingly to me.”

  “Do I have a choice in this position? You hold me prisoner with your hands and cock.”

  “What an accurate observation, baby,” he chuckles.

  “You can put me down now. I’m going to hit the shower,” I tease.

  “The hell you are. My cock is still hard and buried inside you. The ride isn’t nearly over by a long shot,” he half smiles.

  “You can stroke yourself while I’m the bathroom, and come without me,” I whisper in his ear.

  “I’m shooting my load inside your tight pussy, baby. Why waste the opportunity to make you mine?”

  He swings his hips and thrusts inside me so hard it takes my breath away. He pounds me. It’s raw. Rough. Relentless. I relish every single thrust, arching my back to allow him to fuck me deeper.

  Nikolaj grunts in surprise, then his voice comes, thick with desire. “Bloody hell, baby, how can you still be so wet? You already came.”

  “My body responds to you like no other,” I whisper as he pushes his cock all the way inside me.

  “You like it when my cock rams you like this?”

  “More than words can say.” I’m completely at his mercy. I groan with pleasure as my clenched pussy sends a new wave of sweet shivers rippling through me.

  “Damn, it’s like your pussy is devouring me,” he hisses with a deep low grunt.

  “You got lucky a few minutes ago, but the real question is can you make me come twice within ten minutes?” I challenge him.

  He stops, pulls his head back and meets my gaze. He’s not moving inside me but I feel my pussy clenching desperately around his dick in the hopes I’ll contract fast and hard enough that I’ll come again.

  “Are you the one pulsating against my dick like this?”

  “Are you going to stand there and look at me or are you going to rock my world with your nine-inch cock?”

  “You’re going to fucking regret those words,” he growls in my ear.

  Nikolaj eases another half-inch deeper before delivering one last punishing thrust with a roar and to my surprise a second climax leaves me sobbing with ecstasy. My whole body trembles again as a new wave of pleasure rips me apart—stronger and more intense than the one before.

  Fuck, this guy really owns my pussy.

  “I know I can’t get enough of you,” he pants. “But can you blame me when you come so beautifully every time?”

  “You’re a sexual beast, Nikolaj.”

  “You like being fucked hard. I’m simply satisfying your every desire.” He kisses my forehead before sliding me down until my feet touch the floor. “I wonder if I won the bet,” he says, walking to my night table.

  “I’m sure we’ve been at it for at least twenty minutes,” I respond, sliding down the wall. My legs are weak after being spread so wide. I sink to the floor, unable to hold my own weight up. He grabs the clock, turns around to face me and holds it victoriously over his head like an Olympic champion.

  “Nine minutes, baby.”

  “So you win,” I respond between heavy breaths.

  “No, I win twice. I made you come two times, remember?”

  I look at him in awe. How can I not remember? My body hasn’t recovered yet. I cradle my head between my legs, still relishing two stunning orgasms.

  “Since you lost the bet, we’re going to London.”

  “What are we going to do there? You’re being so vague about it.”

  “You, my dear, need to get ready for an important meeting with an eager client,” he mocks with an air of triumph. “There’s no time for idle chitchat. Up on your feet and march into the shower. I’ll tell you later about London.”

  BOOK 4—LOVE TANGLE

  Chapter Seven

  God, I hope I don’t look like a woman who’s lost her mind twice this morning riding her lover’s cock—or should I say boyfriend’s?

  I nervously check myself in the mirror as I ride the elevator to my office to meet this mystery client. Nikolaj insisted on washing my hair again this morning and he’s been such a pleasurable distraction I lost track of time. Since I really didn’t want to be late, I ended up getting dressed in a hurry and as a result I only had time for a five-minute face.

  I hope my outfit isn’t too understated. I usually make a big deal out of meeting a new client and I spend time meticulously applying my makeup and selecting the perfect power outfit, but this morning I grabbed a quick and safe option. Since it’s the first days of fall, it’s still relatively mild in New York and this bodes well for a darker palette of early autumn fashion. Since there was no time to fuss over my hair, I pulled back my wild mane into a messy French twist updo.

  Considering how little time I had to get ready, I look the part. I loop my smoke-grey python handbag on my left forearm and hold on tight to my venti latte as I walk decisively into my office.

  If I had to extract myself from Nikolaj, I sure as hell am closing this deal within the hour.

  Jody beams the minute she sees me open the door. “Good morning, Ciara.”

  “Jody, you’re the girl of the day. Did you take good care of the eager client?”

  “Absolutely. Our guest has been enjoying a beautiful assortment of French pastries and seasonal fruits,” she says proudly. “Oh, Ciara, I got you a few extra almond croissants. I know how much you love them.”

  “You’re the sweetest, Jody. Thank you so much. Did Julianna and Christian come in?

  “Yes, they did”

  “What about Meghan?”

  “Yes, she got here soon after I called her trying to figure out if I should call you at home. She’s been keeping our guest company while he savors his French treats.”

  “Excellent. I’m going to go in to join them.”

  “Have a great one,” she adds cheerfully.

  I run to my office to drop my handbag and to fetch my laptop before heading to the kitchen to grab two croissants. Nikolaj worked me so hard I’m famished.

  I push the glass door with my back, balancing the MacBook Pro, the extra-hot venti coffee and the plate of croissants. As I make my way into the room a deep voice greets me.

  “You balance everything you’re holding so gracefully. I’m such a clumsy old man I would have burnt myself with the hot drink, dropped the computer, which wouldn’t be a big deal because I don’t know how to use it anyway, and I would certainly have dropped my breakfast.”

  A tall, distinguished gentleman stands in front of me as I turn to get inside the boardroom.

  “Good morning.”

  “It is now. You must be the one,” he says with a beaming smile. “Your lovely assistant has been telling me all about the incredible work you do.”

  Gosh, he is eager.

  Meghan runs to me and grabs the coffee and the croissants from my hands.

  “Thanks for your help, and good morning to you, Meghan.”

  “Good morning. I got here as quickly as I could. Since Julianna and Christian are so busy on the Toronto project, I figured it’s best if I came in to lend a helping hand,” she adds apologetically.

  “Nonsense. I’m lucky you were willing to man the fort until I got here.”

  “I’m the one who’s honored you’d sit here and spend this time with me while your boss was getting here,” he says, bowing to my assistant. “Your staff is incredible,” he says, turning his attention to me.

  “You’re such a gentleman.”

  “I don’t have a choice, it’s in my DNA,” he laughs.

  “I’m sorry for making you wait, but your visit is unexpected. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m…”

  “The ever-talented Ciara Herrera,” the mystery guest chimes in, finishing my sentence. “My name is Walter Thomas Caldwell and the pleasure is all mine.” He extends his hand.

  “Mr. Caldwell, likewise,” I add, shaking his firm grip.

  “Walter, please. I’m old, but I’m not a relic,” he chuckles.

  “Do I detect a Southern accent?”

  “Yes, ma’am. I’m from Dallas. If you cut me, I’d bleed the South of the good ol’ U.S.A. My family is deeply rooted in the Southern states of this great country. My brother spent time a few years ago on one of those crazy ancestry websites—you know, the ones designed to help you track your lineage—and we only have a small handful of Northerners to report. Thank God for small favors,” he roars.

  His laugh is so contagious both Meghan and I join in.

  “Walter, why don’t we sit down?”

  “Wise words. At my age, standing too long can be a liability.”

  “Oh, Walter, I’m sure you keep talking about your age to allow you to get away with murder without raising the least of suspicions.”

  “You’re smart and beautiful. I’d say our relationship has started on the right foot.”

  “Dear Lord, Walter, you’re so forward,” I say, feigning shock. “We’ve barely met and you’re already talking about a relationship. Does your wife know you’re making these kinds of outrageous advances so early in the morning?”

  “As a matter of fact, my wife and my daughter both begged me to come knock at your door.”

  “Is your daughter here or in Dallas?”

  “She’s here taking care of last-minute details at the New York club. My wife is with her now.”

  “It seems you’re getting ready for something big.”

  “I was explaining to your assistant how I know nothing about design or décor. My current and former wife took care of the home. I made sure to earn plenty of money so they could spend it. The only reason I don’t run around in faded overalls all day long is because my companies are too successful to fly under the radar,” he roars again. “I might not be a style guru, but when I walked into my club a few days ago, I knew I was looking at a lot of butt-ugly light fixtures I never ordered.”

  “So, Walter, you didn’t ask me to come down here to make indecent proposals to me. You have a bit of a disaster on your hands from the sounds of it.”

  “You’re a stunning woman, Ciara, and I’m pretty sure it would take a lot more than some Southern charm to win your heart.”

  Is it written all over my face I’ve been properly fucked twice before eight o’clock this morning?

  “Perhaps you’re right, Walter, but your opening has surely piqued my curiosity,” I say, steering the discussion away from relationships.

  “Ciara, from what Walter has told me so far, he seems to have the same type of crisis your brother-in-law encountered not long ago.” From the flash of panic in Meghan’s eyes I have a feeling this is going to be a long meeting.

  Walter is seeking someone to clean up another designer’s mess. I do hate these types of projects, but if he’s tripling my fees, I’m sure I can warm up to the idea.

  “Ah, I see. Walter, why don’t you start from the beginning so I can see if my firm is the right one for the job. If not, I’m happy to make a few calls and see if a colleague of mine can help.”

  “Oh, no, Ciara. You don’t understand. I’m hiring you. I’ve got a major catastrophe on my hands. I’m willing to triple your fees, as I’ve already told your lovely receptionist who got me this delicious breakfast. I’m quite happy to fork over a hefty bonus—something substantial enough to make it worth your while. I have no intentions of looking elsewhere.”

  “I’m flattered, Walter, but it’s not clear yet if we can do the job.”

  “You have to accept, my reputation depends on it.”

  There’s a long silence in the room as Walter’s words sink in.

  “Very well. Start from the beginning and I’ll see what I can do.”

  “My core businesses operate on their own. I have my sons and daughters in key positions and I go into the office occasionally to keep them in check.” He smiles. “Seriously, my kids are amazing. Nevertheless, after running a successful business for many years, I knew the key to my success was my address book—you kids call it your contacts. I could call on certain people who had the influence to open doors for me. It was old-school, but it worked. In my opinion nothing beats face-to-face communications.”

  “Amen.”

  “With all this Internet advancement and the fact it’s no longer acceptable for men to commiserate behind closed doors, I decided during a vacation in Maui with my wife to throw caution to the wind and open a gentleman’s club where men could gather, form alliances, do business and make a lot of money. Yes, it’s old-fashioned and let me tell you, ten years ago people thought I was crazy to sink so much of my personal fortune into this project, but then this TV show came out and all of a sudden being a man’s man was popular again. Oh, what’s the name of the darn show?” he asks, scratching his forehead.

 

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