Anton“Out!” I shout.Scarlett is sobbing as her face remains on the table. Cassandra has seen her now, but I know she is embarrassed at being caught.I pick up the desk phone. “Security, my office, now.”“I can make it go away,” Cassandra says.“You can also go to jail,” I reply. My voice is low and deadly. Only my hands balling into fists are stopping me from wrapping them around her neck.I want to be the person who kicks her out of the building. But this is Cassandra, and it is possibly part of her plan. Gain enough evidence against me to have me arrested.“Go in,” I hear my secretary, Penny, say.My security man nods at me. Cassandra spins on her heels and glares at him.“You can’t throw me out,” she hisses. “I’ll sue you if he touches me.”“We have every right to throw out abusive customers,” I say.“I’m not a customer.”“Then we have more right to throw out unwanted visitors.”She hisses. Throwing her hands in the air and stomping around the security guard.When she reaches the
“Hello?” her soft voice calls.I gasp. The sound of her sweet voice calms every nerve in my body. She doesn’t sound hurt or scared.“Scarlett. Where are you?”“In the bathtub,” she says. “Just a minute...”“Stay there,” I growl. Running up the staircase, two steps at a time. Desperate to get to her.“Okay,” she breathes, barely above a whisper. But I can hear the uncertainty in her voice as I stand with my hand against the door.Closing my eyes tight, wanting to see her, but the image of her naked and wet, ready for me to take her, is almost too much.I push at my growing cock, because I don’t want to touch it.I want it inside of her.Breeding her.Especially now I know she wants it too.I open the door, much calmer than I imagined I would at knowing she was inside. And there, in the tub, is my naked angel. Her face is flushed, bubbles cover her gorgeous body. Her hair piled high in a messy bun.I hold my hand over my heart as my chest tightens.“My angel,” I breathe.“Has she been h
ScarlettMy eyes narrow as I squint to see the time on my watch which is on the bedside table. It’s only eleven at night, but Anton isn’t beside me. I smile, remembering being drowsy and happy as Anton cuddled me.Pressing my hand over the top of my sore breast, I glance down and notice the after-effects of his loving. Two large hickies and then I recall him telling me how much he loved my tits.Smiling, I crawl from the bed, open his drawers, and grab one of his tee-shirts.I ache all over because he wasn’t so gentle last night. He’s like a wild animal, rutting into me from behind, gripping my hip with one hand while his other hand either plays with my clit or clasps my throat.I loved it.I love everything he does to me.My core clenches at the thought of him, and I need to find him.I push the tee-shirt over my head and glance at myself in the mirror. My hair is a mess. There’s another hickey on my neck and my lips are as puffy and red as my pussy feels.“He’s finally yours,” I say
Anton“Get out!” I bark at her, dragging the wine bottle from the island. The island I fucked my angel on only days ago.I want Cassandra off it, not tainting that memory.I turn back to Cassandra, and she pretends to cry. “Don’t fucking start the waterworks. I stopped falling for those years ago.”I’ve been polite with her.I’ve put up with her, but we’re over and I don’t know why she now thinks we can be friends. Or that I will bankroll her.But she keeps turning up. Keeps on calling me, begging for another chance. Normally, when she’s had a drink.I need to put a stop to it permanently and maybe I have gone too far to stop her. But as the police siren blares in the distance, I’m fine with my choice.She suddenly realizes...it’s for her.“I am going to sue you for every dollar you have. What you did is illegal and only when you can prove the recordings are deleted will I say it’s a mistake, or you can spend some time thinking about your actions in jail.”She lunges at me, screeching
One cop stares at me, and I shake my head. “She broke into my home. That is when I called you. She is trying to blackmail me with a sex video she recorded of me and my girlfriend.”“Girlfriend!” she hisses. “She’s a child and there is no proof I recorded the video or blackmailed him.”“She’s an adult.”“You will find the security footage at my workplace will prove she is the person behind the recording, and my home security will prove the blackmail and everything else.” I point to her face and her ripped top. “She did everything she could to get me to agree to her plan. To give her two million dollars.”“We’ll take her in. But we need the footage within twenty-four hours to charge her,” One cop says. Taking hold of her arm.“The video is on her phone and the cloud. I need to delete them.”“It’s evidence, I’m afraid. No judge will lock her up without it.”Cassandra screams as she’s led down the hallway. She lashes out at the cop holding her arm and he spins her to the wall, pressing he
She wouldn’t go there.Would she?I slam the car into gear and speed down the road. Her walk from my home to the house would take half an hour, but it’s only minutes away by car.The wipers across the window-screen flash in front of me as I check every person I pass. But don’t see my angel.I reach the street her parents live on and slow my speed to not draw attention from the nosey neighbors. After parking my car on the road just outside the house, I scan the windows to see if I see light.My hand holds the handle as I shut the car door with a low thud and walk across the gravel pathway, trying to recall the alarm code correctly. I grimace as something cracks under my foot, hoping the sound hasn’t traveled into the house. I don’t want to scare my angel, nor give her the time to flee.I need to find my princess. I’m not leaving without her.I push my hand in my pocket and take the key to her parent’s home from my pocket. Once inside the house, I disarm the code. Luckily, I remembered
ScarlettI crawl from under the bed and see Anton. His lips are pursed, his eyes don’t look as angry as I thought he sounded.“Sorry,” I say. “I didn’t want you to get into trouble because of me.”“Oh, Scarlett. I was in trouble the moment I fell in love with you.”My heart misses a beat as I gaze into his eyes. “You love me?”“I love you. You’re my angel. But...”“No buts,” I interrupt.“But you made me worried. And the last time you had me worried, I promised to spank your ass. I didn't last time, but Scarlett...”Anton’s hands rub over his dick and I know his words are turning him on.“You should spank me,” I say, my thighs clench at the thought. I’ve never been spanked before and was tempted the last time he threatened his words. “I want to be your good girl.”“You are,” he says and nods.“Yes, I am,” I say breathlessly.“You want me to spank you?” His voice almost warns me not to say no. Almost waiting for the chance.“Yes, please.”He holds out his hand and pulls me to him. Befo
“But we’ll talk later,” he growls in my ear as his erection presses into my stomach. The sound of his need makes my legs tremble.My breath is quick, almost waiting for the first slap. Not sure if it is anticipation or fear that courses through my veins.But this is Anton, and I trust him.“I love you,” he says.I’m about to respond but...Smack!“Ugh,” I grumble,He rubs firm circles around my ass. Squeezing at where I know there is a red mark.Smack!The first strike was a warning, because this time I let out a shriek. His hand presses against where he slapped. “Sorry baby.”“It’s okay,” I whisper, still trying to catch my breath.Smack!“Good.”Then why did he do it again?Smack!This time, his palm hits the opposite cheek. He strokes his hands over both cheeks. “Are you going to run away from me again?”I can’t answer immediately.Smack!“No.” Tears brim my eyes.“Promise,” he says, and I brace myself.“Yes, I promise.”His hand doesn’t slap me this time, but his finger strokes th
“Maybe,” Maddox says, then clears his throat. “I hate to cut this short, but I have some phone calls I need to make soon.”“Oh, sure, no problem,” Dad says, then stands. We’ll leave you to it.”I hold the arms of the chair and am about to surge to my feet, when his gaze connects with mine and pins me to the spot.“I still have a question for you, Whitney,” Maddox says. “About the posting you’ll do later.”“Sure,” I say, and plop down on the chair again.Dad leaves and closes the door behind him.Quietly, Maddox stands and walks up to the door, and locks it. “You’re upset,” he says, picking a chair next to mine and sitting.I cross my legs, then uncross them and cross them again. “What? No,” I say in a hissy voice that betrays my words. I’m upset, and also embarrassed for being upset about him not acknowledging he’s seeing someone to my father. And maybe a tad jealous. What if Dad really tries to find him a date? My heart lurches. The idea of him with another woman gives me instant aci
“There you are,” my dad says, walking up to us, bursting that bubble.I withdraw as if I’ve been burned.“Hey, Dad,” I say in an extra chipper voice. “What’s up?”“Can we all meet at the conference room for a quick meeting? I have some news to share.”I have some too, I say inwardly.I slept with your best friend and can’t wait to do it again.A twinge of guilt twists at my heart, like the sharp end of a new blade. My dad doesn’t deserve to be hurt in all this, but would his hurt last? Besides the immediate surprise, would he really put up a long lasting fight against our relationship? I doubt it.Dad isn’t the typical father.He tends to be more open minded than most. Growing up, I always kept a channel of communication open with him. I confided in him about tiffs with friends, dates gone wrong, and when things started to happen for me as a digital influencer, he was my biggest cheerleader. He encouraged me and my dreams.The thoughts keep me busy as the three of us walk through the h
Whitney“How’s everything?”I ask the table of six influencers who were carefully curated for this lunch. Two of them, Rick and Ashley, are successful foodies and post about restaurants and the food scene in Texas. Then there’s Antoine and Ava, Claire and Kendall. Hashtag all-stars.“Oh, great. I’ve never been to this place,” Ava says, tossing her long brown hair to the side.“I have to say… I’m not a big fan of hotel restaurants in general,” Rick says, with his posh British accent. “But this one has surprised me so far.”“Excellent,” I say. “If you need anything, just let me know.,” I say, then turn around and walk away from their table.A thread of excitement works its way up my spine. I’m usually invested in my clients, as I love what I do. I love being able to highlight people’s talents or products and help them increase their visibility and profit. This time, though, I’m even more invested.Because of Maddox.I sigh.Two days ago, we had the most amazing date, and sex afterwards.
MaddoxI embraceher tightly against me, then pull the sheet over us. Our bodies are entangled, and she’s resting her head on my shoulder, her hand hovering on my chest and making little invisible patterns around my nipples.Her phone buzzes at the distance, but she doesn’t move an inch.“Do you need to get that?”“No. It’s Astrid probably reminding me of a place I need stop by later,” she says, and kisses my shoulder. A small gesture that only enhances this amplified intimate post-sex bliss. “Or asking where I’ve been.”I kiss the top of her head, and tendrils of relief course through me. I don’t want to let her go. Is it strange that now I get what she meant by saying she wanted to make the most of our time together? It’s not enough. Feels like whatever time I have with her, it’ll never be enough. Unless—She hums, the sweet sound yanking me from my thoughts. “I don’t think I can move anytime soon, anyway.”Pride swells in my chest, my male ego nicely massaged. I don’t want to move e
He gets the hint and plants kisses down my body, on my stomach, he nips my hips, then drags his mouth shamelessly between my thighs, and the second he breathes over my sex, I moan, already knowing what’s to come—me. Pretty soon.With a masterful swish of his tongue, he tastes me, exploring every inch of me with an eagerness that causes me to shudder in response. This time, he’s even more eager than he was at the restaurant. It’s like the more he tastes, the hungrier he gets.“Yes,” I hiss.He continues his teasing exploration, relentless, until tendrils of pleasure swirl through me, and I let go. Pleasure rockets through me, and I call out his name in a long winded moan, my limbs sweaty, my heartbeat frantic. Damn.I’m still dazed when he rises from between my legs, his body covering mine, the warm intensity in his eyes quickly re-energizing whatever sexual fuel I thought I was emptied of a second ago.“God. You’re stunning,” he says, and there’s a vulnerability in his voice that’s al
WhitneyI should have plannedit better. Well, I did. I planned on accepting his date idea and wearing something sexier for another time. A later date.But our connection is so strong, when he told me how much he wants me… call me an idiot, but I would have pounced him right there.Now, he’s kissing the back of my neck, nipping it, and sending shivers down my spine as I open the front door of my home, in an exclusive Dallas neighborhood. We drove in different cars from the botanical gardens to here, and I didn’t even bother parking mine properly. I just left it on the driveway, in front of his, in such despair to get out.He touches me, embracing me from behind, and I must remind myself the code to grant me entry at the door. My world is deliciously hazy, my nipples so hard they’re about to tear my bra open.The door is swung open, and for a moment I think we’ll just fall into my foyer, as my knees are weakening, buckling, my body quivering for more. This is so much better than any fan
“It was my idea, but doesn’t mean it was easy. I don’t like to lose. Didn’t want to waste all those years I invested,” I say, and it’s like some miraculous masseuse worked out some tight kinks from my shoulders. Maybe that was why I didn’t leave sooner, or suggest we end sooner. Because I invested time, even if my emotions weren’t fully there. I thought they were at the time, but how easy is it to share a life together without… any spark?“I understand.”I frown. I appreciate her consoling, but I doubt she can pretend to know what I’m talking about. “You do? That’s hard to believe.”She sighs, and a dark expression crosses her face. “You don’t need to be condescending. Just because I’m younger than you doesn’t mean I don’t have the ability to put myself in someone else’s shoes.”“You’re right. Sorry. Listen, I like you.” I swallow, and feel a tight knot in my throat. Like doesn’t even come close to how she makes me feel. “More than like. A part of me though doesn’t want it to happen b
MaddoxA date.She said she wanted a date last night.I didn’t run from the challenge. It’s too late for that now, anyway. When I kissed her, when I held her in my arms and touched her drenching hot pussy… I knew there wasn’t anything I wasn’t willing to do to pursue her. To make her mine.This isn’t a feeling I welcome. Giving someone this immense amount of control over me, over my life, over my time, is terrifying. With her, though… there’s no other way. I like to think I made the decision myself, for my self-preservation to take a stand.Which brings me here.I cleared my scheduled for this—to be walking up to her in the entrance of Dallas Arboretum and Botanical Gardens, holding a picnic basket that not only I bought, but I filled with some goodies from a high-end grocery store. I don’t even know when the last time was I stepped into a grocery shop—my housekeeper takes care of all these errands for me. Still, as I picked every item, a sensation of fulfillment and strange domestici
WhitneyIt’slike the world beneath my high heels was swept off from under me.Maddox is surrounding me, claiming me, and I’ve slipped into his bubble of heat and glow. His tongue quickly makes it past my lips, and I grant him access, reveling in the sexy growl he produces. My nipples are rock hard, and a warm stir spreads through me, my blood rushing hot and thick in my veins.I encircle his head with my arms, loving this intimacy, this nearness.When he puts a leg in between mine, through the thin layer of my dress and the fabric of his pants, I feel his large cock, pulsating even. That only intensifies my own desire, and the second he slides his hand down my back and cups my ass, I tremble. I’ve never been this aroused in my entire life, and I know I could explode at any moment, under the slightest of touches, but I also don’t want to. I’m enjoying these exhilarating sensations too much to give them up.My pussy is soaking wet, and I’m afraid it’ll leave a stain on my dress. I’m not