I was fucked. The whole time we were in the kitchen, my cock was raging. She was a contradiction in so many ways. She was sweet yet fierce, and it was clear she was a great mother. You could tell by how protective she was of her little girl. I think she was trying to use the kid as a barrier between us, but the more Holly showed her love for her daughter, the more I fell for her. My mother was never really interested in me. She was more into my father’s money. She had me as a means to an end, a way to have steady cash flow until the day she died. My father, well, he was always too busy with his mergers and acquisitions. The only constant in my life was my sister, Rachel. She was the best thing in my life and a very well-kept secret. No one other than Trevor even knew she existed. I understood the need to protect those who were precious to you.

“This meal is amazing,” she said almost on a moan.

I laughed.

“Thank you. You seemed shocked that I knew how to cook.”

“It’s just that men with your means don’t ever need to learn.”

“Yes, but I’m a man who values his privacy. Too many people around means too many people will know my business. I keep a very small circle. So I can cook, clean, and I can even do laundry.” I grinned at her shocked expression. “How about some dessert?” I’d started to clear the table when she came over and placed her hands on top of mine.

“Oh no. You cooked. The chef never cleans.”

I stared into her eyes, felt my blood boil, my cock thickening even more. “Fuck waiting,” I found myself saying as I grabbed the tablecloth and dragged it to the floor, bringing the dishes down with it in a loud crash. As soon as the table was cleared, I pushed her up onto the top and climbed on top of her. Her eyes were wild with lust, and she didn’t stop me. In fact, I could see she wanted this as badly as I did.

“I thought you said we wouldn’t be having sex until I begged?” Her smart mouth was starting to infuriate me, yet it turned me on even more. I bent down and gently bit her bottom lip, making her whimper.

“This isn’t about me. This is about you. Do you want me to stop?” She looked at me, her eyes round, her lashes fluttering. God, she looked so fucking sexy. Holly shook her head, indicating she didn’t want to stop, but I was not going to let her get off that easy.

“Say it, baby.”

“I don’t want you to stop.” That was all I needed to hear. I grabbed the top of her blouse and ripped it open, the buttons flying around us.

“Pink lace bra, Miss Thompson? Aren’t you naughty. But your breasts, as beautiful as they are, aren’t my focus at the moment.” I looked into her eyes. “Have you ever screamed so loud you could shatter the windows?” I moved my hands up her stocking-clad legs, pushing her skirt higher as I kept my gaze locked with hers. I pushed the skirt above her hips. Her eyes widened even more as I rolled down her nylons, revealing her smooth, soft skin. It felt like silk against the roughness of my hands.

“Oh, Holly, I do believe you wore these for me, didn’t you?” I traced my finger along the edge of her pink lace panties. “No woman wears undergarments like these unless she’s expecting someone to see her in them.” In a flash, her eyes turned dark, and I could see the fire of defiance raging inside her. I liked the heat in her eyes; the defiance was a turn-on. She had to be in control her whole life, juggling all the balls, making sure nothing fell. She talked a good game, but I could feel how she would melt at my touch, her walls slowly coming down. She needed me to take all the responsibility off her shoulders. She needed me to just tell her what to do.

“What makes you think you are the one I wore them for?” In an instant, I spun her around so she was bent over the table, her beautiful ass now on display. Something snapped in me, and I drew back my right hand, my other one holding her in place. I smacked her bottom, my cock jerking in response. The sound of flesh meeting flesh was loud, echoing in the dining room.

“Oh God.”

I spanked her again.

“Who did you wear these for?” I demanded, my mind becoming hazy with jealousy. I didn’t know why I was acting the way I was, but the idea that she would dare expose herself like this to any other man enraged me.

She was mine.

There was no other explanation why, in all my life, she was the only woman I had ever wanted. She belonged to me, and she was going to know that.

“Who did you wear these for?” I asked again with more force when she continued to refuse to answer me. She still didn’t answer, and her rebellion was something I couldn’t stand, yet found so sexy.

“Why couldn’t they just be for me?” she whispered, freeing herself from my grasp. When she did, I looked down at her panties and saw she was soaked. She was turned on, and by the look of the wet spot, it wasn’t just a little. She noticed where I was looking and glanced down. Immediately, she turned the brightest shade of crimson.

“You can’t deny that, Holly,” I said as I stepped closer, invading her space. I stood there and waited. I let the knowledge that she wanted me as much as I wanted her sink in between us. My gaze bored into hers, green to blue, daring the other to back down. Both of us wanted to win, wanted supremacy.

“You want me, Holly. Just as much as I want you. So what are we going to do about it?”

Holly

I didn’t know what to say. I felt trapped. I felt aroused. I felt… God, I didn’t know what I felt. I just knew this man drove me crazy. The way he looked at me—his ice-blue eyes almost ablaze—could have made me orgasm right there on the spot. He wouldn’t even have to touch me.

“You win.” The words were out of my mouth before I could even think about stopping myself.

“I always do, sweetheart. But how about you tell me what exactly I won?”

That did it. It was humiliating enough that I was standing there in my underwear and he was still fully clothed. Or that he seemed so damn calm while my body betrayed me by making that damn wet spot on my panties. But he actually wanted more from me, while he stood there not giving anything in return. I started to push past him, pulling my skirt down. As I went to button up my shirt, I noticed it no longer had any buttons.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. He arched an eyebrow, looking at me bemusedly.

“Need to borrow a shirt?” His slow smile softened his eyes.

“Well, since you destroyed mine, I feel it would be only fitting that you let me borrow one of yours.” He moved closer to me once again, closing the gap between us.

“I can lend you a shirt, but wouldn’t you rather let me explore your naked body with my fingers and tongue? I want to know if your pussy has lips as luscious as your mouth does. I never said you had to be in bed for me to eat you out.” He looked devilish. “Besides, we never got dessert, and that is my favorite part of the meal.” Before I could say anything, he had his mouth back on mine. My brain fogged with lust, all reason flying out the window. His kiss was hungry and intense. There was a lot of passion and a little bit of anger mixed in with it.

“From the moment you walked into that office, I’ve wanted to fuck you. All I could think about was sinking my cock deep inside the warmth of your pussy. I dreamed about you screaming my name and begging me to give it to you. I want you to drown in my come, and I want to drink from your cunt until you run dry. Tonight, I’m going to show you just how good it can feel.” He whispered against my mouth while he used his finger to touch my clit. He ran circles around it with his thumb, simultaneously using his index finger to penetrate me.

“You’re so tight and warm. I can’t wait until my dick is buried deep inside you.” His finger kept sliding in and out. I tilted my head back in ecstasy. This man definitely knew what he was doing; I couldn’t make myself feel this good even if I tried. Just as I was about to climax, he stopped.

“What are you doing?”

“Did that feel good? Were you about to just come?”

“Damn it, Bryant, you know I was.”

“Ask for it.”

“What?” What did he mean, ask for it?

“I want you to tell me like a good girl what you want me to do to you.” Was he serious? I couldn’t do that. I had barely even been kissed before. I sure as hell had never been kissed the way this man had kissed me. I was about to squirm away when I felt him add another finger, stretching me even more. He began pumping in and out, slowly. A sigh escaped my lips. Then he stopped again.

“Ask for it. Tell me what you want.” The need for release was overpowering me.

“Please don’t stop,” I pleaded.

“Tell me what you want, Holly.”

“I want you to get me off.” The words escaped my lips as if they had a mind of their own.

“Good girl.” He kissed my lips, then began to move his mouth down my body, making me shiver. His lips felt warm. His tongue came out, and he licked a path all the way to my navel.

“Spread your legs for me,” he demanded. I didn’t dare refuse. I opened my thighs, and he slowly started to pull my panties down my legs, taking them off completely and leaving me exposed to his stare.

“Beautiful,” he whispered as he began kissing my outer lips. “Sweetheart, hold your pussy open for me.” His words were crude, but the sheer intensity made me even wetter. I did as he asked, pulling my lips apart, exposing myself to him. He slowly began to lick me from my clit to my ass. He then inserted two fingers into my pussy and started to pump in and out as he focused on my clitoris, his licks and sucks bringing me to ecstasy.

“You taste so sweet,” he whispered, bringing his finger to my lips. I opened my mouth and sucked as he continued to make me orgasm.

I just lay there on the dining room table, spent. He lifted me gently, as if I were precious and breakable, and carried me to the sofa. He sat down and cradled me to him. Then he kissed the top of my head and stroked my hair. In that moment, I felt beautiful. I felt wanted.

“What time is it?” I whispered in a sleepy haze.

“It’s eleven.” Instantly, all the lust evaporated from my mind, and only one word played on repeat.

Sophie.

“I have to go. I need a shirt. I’m a mess. This was so irresponsible. I have a daughter. I can’t just be doing this. I can’t be some random hookup for a hockey player.” I panicked, running into the dining room, snatching up my clothing. He walked over to me and grabbed my hand, forcing me to look at him. His gaze was soft as he studied me.

“No one said you are random. I don’t want randoms, I am not that guy. I want you because you seem different, you seem to care, maybe even too deeply. I’ll drive you home. I’ll get Trevor to drive your car back to you first thing in the morning before you wake up.” Looking into his eyes in that moment, I felt his words were sincere.