Surrender Boxed Set (Surrender Series Volume 1 - 7. BDSM romance with man love, bad boys, and billionaires.) Page 13

  He brushes hair from my face, smiles shyly at me. “Well I haven’t been with anyone in a while, so you don’t have to worry about getting anything either. I’m clean.”

  Once more our mouths meet. I’m hungry for him, for his touch, and I can’t wait any longer. Our tongues fuck each other’s mouths frantically as I guide him farther onto the bed. I explore the muscles rippling in his back as his lips move from mine to graze along my jaw, then nip and lick at my neck and collarbone.

  He suckles at my nipples while one broad palm glides down between my ribs, over my belly, to play with my swelling clit. His teeth tug one stiffening peak until it and my sex throb in time with one another. I gasp and arch up to meet his mouth and touch. Fingers splay my sex and dip into the wetness seeping from inside. He makes his fingers damp with my juices and then grinds their lubricated tips into that tiny bundle of nerves, which drives me wild. I clutch at the back of his head as he does so, bending my head so I can take little bites of his neck, graze my teeth over his smooth, musky skin.

  I urge him onto his back and begin tasting his skin in long licks and tiny bites. He stops me again, but I tell him I want to taste him first. Truth is I also want to be the dominant one right now, the one in control. My lust is so feral it demands it.

  I flit my tongue into his belly button and he arches up, making his fully erect, thick cock slide over my breast. The sensation of his slippery glans gliding over my sensitive nipple makes me moan. Then I pepper kisses over his groin, teasing him before I take his penis into my mouth. He lets out a guttural moan and fists handfuls of my hair when I finally lap beneath the ridge of his plump head.

  When I deep throat him I also fondle his scrotum, plucking and stroking the thin skin covering them until he growls and jets more pre-cum down my throat. My hand moves lower while my mouth moves up and down his shaft, and I teased his perineum until he bucks his hips repeatedly, face fucking me in a steady rhythm.

  My mouth leaves his cock so I can lap at the sides of his shaft like I’m licking a popsicle. I next take his balls into my mouth and suck them deep, swirl my tongue over the soft flesh there until he yanks on the hair he clasps. It isn’t painful, but it does show me the effects of my seduction and makes my pussy pulse stronger with the need to have him inside of me.

  I trail my tongue to his perineum and slather the deft tip over it until he cries out in pleasure. While I do this, I coil my palm around his spit slick cock and pump my tight grip up and down. He fucks my hand faster and caresses my head.

  Before he can cum, I want him, so I raise up and straddle him, position my throbbing, wet pussy over his big cock. I’m more than ready for him, but he goes to say something, and just in case it’s a protest I shush him gently with a finger laid against his lips as I guide him inside my cunt.

  I let out a sigh of bliss as my sex encases him. Even after two children I’m still relatively tight thanks to some Kegel exercises I do regularly. So I fit him like a glove, and we both moan low in our throats as I begin to ride him slowly.

  He reaches down between us to fondle my clit while I grind against him. This sparks my pleasure higher, makes my pussy walls constrict even more around his girth. His other hand glides up my skin to cup my breast, roll the erect nipple between his finger and thumb. He pinches it and more pleasure zips through me, making my sex thrum with ecstasy.

  I reach down and grip his chest as I rock faster, faster. The pressure building inside me becomes an intense tingling that will soon burst. His thick glans bumps and rubs my g-spot with perfect precision, and I soon crest another orgasm that leaves me moaning and shivering. I tell him to cum deep inside of me and he thrusts once, twice, before spilling his seed. When he finishes, I collapse atop his chest and we hold each other while we pant for breath.

  I slide off of him and he moves to leave my bed, but I stop him by taking his hand. His green eyes meet mine. “Stay, please?” I whisper.

  He smiles and climbs back beneath the quilt and covers. I snuggle close to him, not worried about repercussions at that moment. He cradles me with one arm and I begin to doze just as my cell phone chirps from the nightstand beside me.

  I peel away from his warmth, heart hammering in my ears as I flip open the cell. I don’t recognize the number displayed, but I have a feeling I know exactly who it is.

  “Hello?” I say, hoping my voice doesn’t betray my apprehension.

  “Ms. Brannigan,” Dom Luke Wesley’s deep baritone booms in my ears. “You ran off so quickly this afternoon we didn’t get to discuss your assessment or your schedule. I expect you here promptly at nine o’ clock tomorrow.”

  With that he hangs up, and I think, Well, at least I didn’t lose the job.

  But now the guilt begins to set in, the weight of everything I’ve done this day. I’ve avoided Jake’s questions and essentially lied to him about more or less having sex with a stranger who also happens to be my new boss. Sure, the pleasure has been thrilling, but will it cost me one of my best friends when I tell him the truth about my new employment?

  Blankets rustle behind me and then Jake kisses my shoulder. “Who was that?”

  My stomach sours at his question, for I know there will be no avoiding the truth this time.

  ***

  Surrender To His Wants

  “Who was that who called last night?” Jake asks as he slips a hand on my shoulder and an arm around my waist.

  I fake a smile. “No one important.” Then I kiss him deeply again, savoring the taste of his lips as my tongue traces them.

  Once more I resort to diversion tactics. Call me a coward, but I’m just not ready to tell the man that rents the garage apartment attached to my house about my new boss. Maybe if Jake Black wasn’t so much more than just a renter to me it would be easier. But Jake and I have known each other since high school. We’ve been best friends for years. Why we didn’t end up together long ago—instead of me marrying the high school quarterback Colby Hull—is complicated. I was a less savvy teenage girl and Jake was too shy then to tell me how he felt. Last night was the first one we’ve spent in the same bed.

  Now how will he feel when he finds out my new boss is a sex toy inventor who works for an exclusive sex resort / club franchise known as Surrender Inc.? Worse yet, how will he feel when he learns I tested toys with said new boss, Dom Luke Wesley, and let him touch me in far more intimate ways than I ever have Jake?

  Well, at least until last night, when I made love to him to distract him from the truth. I feel lower than the bottom of a swamp right about now.

  Jake breaks our embrace just as my fingers trail lower, skimming over his belly button and seeking out his cock. “You went from ‘maybe we should wait to have sex’ to seducing me last night and now this morning. Somehow, I think you’re lying about that call.”

  “Can’t we just forget about it for now and enjoy ourselves?” I look at the clock before I press my bare, heavy breasts against his warm, muscled arm. “It’s 6 AM. I’ve got to get showered and ready for work soon.” I nip a trail from his ear down his throat in between words. “We’ll talk tonight when I get home.”

  He goes to protest again, but I coil my hand around his growing erection and pump slowly. He moans and I slide my tongue into his open mouth, thankful he’s given up seeking answers for now.

  I push him down on the bed, but he flips me this time, swinging a leg over my hip so he straddles me. Our mouths and tongues duel in carnal need and I tug at his bottom lip with my teeth. His soft kisses have turned hungry, and his bristly cheek grazes over my jaw as he moves to nibble on the shell of my ear, flit his tongue inside. One big hand traces the contours of my curves and I sigh, arching up to meet his fingers when they spread my labia and stroke up and down my damp slit.

  He takes his time enjoying the taste of my body, and I’m certainly not about to stop him. While I hate being deceptive, a quickie works to my advantage on two levels. One, I keep Jake distracted from the inevitable truth about my new boss and job testing s
ex toys. Two, we both get some much needed affection and pleasure.

  His tongue curls around my nipple, teasing the tip with its hot wetness, sending sensation zipping from the taut bud to my pussy. My clit and sex throb harder with need and I stroke his short, bristly hair as he moves to the other breast. He suckles this nipple until desire has me bucking my hips up into the hand that probes between my legs.

  His mouth moves lower, leaving my nipples wet, hard, and tingling. I glance at the clock ruefully, knowing I’ll have to go to my other job as an assembly line worker, building casino machines, soon. His tongue dips into my belly button while he strokes my swelling clit with his thumb, spiking my pleasure higher. I’m close to coming already, and my hips rock back and forth with a mind of their own.

  He splays my wet labia wide and blows on my pulsing sex before teasing the hole with his skilled tongue, dipping it inside, swirling it around this extra sensitive flesh. I moan louder now and clutch at his shoulders. When he draws my clit into his mouth and sucks hard on it, I come almost instantly. I feel my juices trickling down between my thighs.

  I tug on his shoulders and beg him to “Fuck me,” just as my cell phone chirps once again.

  We both moan this time, but out of disappointment, not satisfaction.

  “Hello,” I answer, my voice a bit shaky.

  “Ms. Brannigan,” Dom Luke Wesley’s smooth baritone slithers into my ear. “Change of plans. I need you here now.”

  I look at Jake, who’s giving me a curious frown. My heart flip flops and my stomach sinks. “Now? I… I can’t. I have to be at my other job by 8 AM.”

  “No, that won’t work,” Dom Luke says, as if the matter is already decided. “I’ll need you to be my exclusive employee.”

  “I can’t! You pay well, but I’ve got two kids to feed and a roof to replace and—”

  “How much do you need?” My new boss isn’t giving up so easily. “Name your wage and it’s yours.”

  “Well, I…”

  Jake slides to the edge of the bed to sit beside me. His frown is full of concern and growing anger now. He mouths, “Who is it?”

  I shake my head and hold a hand up.

  “Why don’t we discuss this over breakfast?” Luke says. “I’ll come pick you up at your place.” And with that, he hangs up again, leaving me flabbergasted and with a bedmate wanting an explanation.

  “You’re not avoiding my questions this time,” Jake says after I hang up. His strong fingers encircle my wrists.

  “Jake, not now.” I pull my hands free and skitter from the bed, hoping to lock myself in the bathroom before he reaches me again.

  No luck. He scoots in front of me and bars my entrance to the shower. “When will it be a good time?” His handsome, youthful face wrinkles up in rage. “That was your new boss, wasn’t it? What the hell’s going on between you two? What kind of job is this?”

  I rub my temples, feeling the beginning of a headache coming on. “Don’t yell. You’ll wake the boys.”

  “Well at least they’ll know their mom got home okay last night!” He raises his voice even more. “They were worried sick when I put them to bed. What’s up with you, Carrie? This is not like you.”

  I glare at him, try to push him out of my way, but when my efforts fail my shoulders sag in defeat. “Okay, I’ll tell you everything.”

  “Thank you.” I don’t miss the sarcasm dripping from his tone.

  “My new boss…” I fidget, unable to meet his eyes. Before I can continue, I return to the bed and sit with my back to him. “He designs sex toys. For some exclusive sex franchise called Surrender Inc. They run these pleasure resorts and club. I’m … I’m testing toys for him.”

  “You’re what?” Jake stomps toward the bed and sits down beside me. “So you’re telling me you had sex with a stranger yesterday while I was babysitting.”

  I glare at him, tired of the questions and accusations. “No! I didn’t have sex with him.”

  His eyes bore into me. “Did he touch you? Intimately?”

  I look away. “Well, yes, he did, but—”

  “Mommy?” A small voice interrupts our argument. Preston, eyes still bleary from sleep and his red curls in a tangled mess, stands in the doorway.

  “Hey, sweetie,” I say, faking a smile for my youngest. I’m thankful I slipped Jake’s button down shirt on a few minutes earlier. Jake, I notice, has pulled the blankets over his underwear clad lap for more modesty.

  Preston screws up his freckled face, rubs an eye. “Why are you and Jake naked?”

  I nearly choke on the child’s question. “We’re not naked, sweetie. We’re just getting dressed.”

  “Together? But Jake sleeps—”

  Jake intervenes at that moment, scooping his jeans off the floor and sliding into them in record time. “Hey, pal, you must be hungry. Why don’t we go get your brother and make mom some breakfast?”

  But my smart little boy isn’t so easily swayed. He narrows his eyes and asks me, “Where were you last night?” He feels betrayed and it shows.

  “I was working.” I don’t look at him as I grab a robe from a nearby chair. “Mom’s got a new job. It pays great. You’ll probably be able to sign up for hockey this year. How’s that sound?”

  The look of betrayal is wiped away by a beautiful smile. “Really?” He runs in the bedroom and wraps his skinny arms around my waist. “Thank you, Mom! You’re the best.”

  Then he’s out the door with Jake, and I’m thankful for the respite from all the heat I’ve taken since last night. Finally, a moment to think.

  But not a long one, for Jake is back in the bedroom entrance after I slip out of a quick shower and get dressed.

  “Someone just pulled into the yard,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest and appearing irritated. “I think it’s your new boss.”

  My heart hammers in my ears as I race out to the kitchen to look out the square window in our back door. Sure enough, a vintage Rolls Royce is parking in my muddy yard, right beside the fence that wraps around the front of my place.

  Luke gets out and I drink in his form, despite my uncertainty and dislike for the man’s strong arm tactics. In many ways he’s the complete opposite of Jake, who is a thickly built blue collar sort of man. Dom Luke is slender and lithe and moves with the grace of a dancer. His short medium brown hair is done up in gelled spikes today, and he wears an expensive looking pinstriped suit, which makes me cringe as he walks through the messy mud leading up to the door. His shoes and the hem of his pants won’t make it here unscathed, I’m sure.

  He glances toward the square window I’m peering through and those full, soft lips curl in a cunning smile. He tips his head at me and approaches the door with a purposeful stride. I peek over my shoulder at the table, where my children and Jake sit eating cereal and toast, and my stomach ties in double knots.

  He pins me with a stare as he raps once, twice, on the door. I clench my teeth and breath deep as I open up.

  “Have you quit your other job yet, Ms. Brannigan? Time is wasting and we have products to assess,” he says the moment I open the door, tapping his authentic Rolex as he does so.

  “Hello to you too,” I drawl, biting back a more acerbic retort.

  His brazen grin simply widens.

  “Who’s that?” Michael says, narrowing his black-brown eyes at my guest.

  Luke takes the cue and brushes right past me to enter the kitchen. He tips his head at my oldest and says, “I’m your mother’s new boss. Who might you be, young sir?”

  To my surprise, Michael’s cherubic face lights up in a smile. “I’m Michael. Do you like road hockey? You could come play with us after school?”

  Luke gives a hearty and genuine chuckle at my boy’s youthful enthusiasm. “I thank you kindly for the offer, Michael, but your mother and I have business to attend to.”

  Michael shrugs, giving a rare lopsided grin. “No problem. Maybe you could come back and play with us again sometime?” I’m shocked by how friend
ly he is with Luke, an absolute stranger. Usually Michael is the less trusting, and more reserved, of my two boys.

  “It would be my pleasure,” Luke tells him, and I don’t miss the glare Jake sends his way. My youngest boy, Preston, seems to be in awe over the stranger, too, and he’s struck uncharacteristically silent. Then Luke turns to me, “Now, we really must be going.”

  “I haven’t quit my other job yet,” I protest. “I haven’t even had time to call in.”

  Not missing a step, Luke asks, “What’s the number?”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’ll call and inform them you won’t be returning right now.”

  “No, I should really be the one—”

  “Number,” he demands, his face stern and commanding.

  Now Jake intervenes. “You can’t come in here and boss her around like that. She’s not in your office right now, asshole.”

  I close my eyes briefly and rub my temples as another headache threatens. “Jake, please take the kids to school for me?”

  “Oh no.” Jake gets up from the table and walks toward us, taking a defensive stance. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

  Luke’s lips quirk up in a smug smirk. He stares Jake down, but my best friend isn’t breaking eye contact either. “Tell you what, Mr…”

  “Jake,” my renter says. “It’s Jake.”

  Luke’s smirk quirks higher. “Jake then. Tell you what, let’s take the kids to school in my Royce. I’m sure they’d enjoy that?”

  The boys cheer. Michael says, “Wow, really!?”

  Luke nods, then turns his attention back to the fuming Jake. “And you can accompany us too, of course. In fact, why not come to work with us? You can see exactly what Carrie does, and help out with the assessments.”

  I feel my face burn as if I’ve spent too many hours in the sun. Jake’s jaw works as he clenches and unclenches his teeth. “I don’t think so.”