After a devastating breakup, Callie throws herself into her job as vice-president of her father's company. When her father retires, he issues an ultimatum - get married or lose control of the the company. Her business rival Jake Winthrop proposes a marriage of convenience but Callie quickly discovers that her feelings for Jake are all too real. Can a playboy like Jake ever fall for a strong, curvy woman like Callie - and can she let her guard down long enough to let him in?
This erotic story contains 9000 words. Warning: over 18 only! Contains explicit sex, oral sex, and masturbation. May be too hot to handle!
I slammed the door shut and slumped against it. My mind was spinning and I was once again rethinking what I was about to do. Why was he complicating this so much?
When he pulled up in front of my house I began to open my door when he said, “Wait.” He turned the car off and got out, walking over to my side to open my door. It made sense for him to do this at the restaurant when there were all sorts of eyes on us. It made much less sense in front of my house with no crowd. Nonetheless I let him help me out of the car.
He walked me up to my door. “Can I come in for dessert?” he said with that disarming grin. I rolled my eyes at him and reached for my doorknob. I wasn’t expecting him to spin me around and pin me against the door. He pressed his body against mine and I could feel every inch of him - and I mean every inch. I gasped.
“May I kiss you, Callie?” he asked, sliding his thigh between my legs and against my traitorous clit, which was already beginning to throb. I wanted to take control of the situation and tell him to stop; this was all for show, so why did we need to kiss? But my body had other ideas and I felt my head nod weakly.
He claimed my mouth, his tongue thrusting deeply. His hands stroked my arms, coming close to my quickly-hardening nipples with each stroke. I couldn’t help myself; I moaned into his mouth.
“You like that, baby?” he asked, momentarily breaking the kiss.
“Yes,” I gasped.
“So how about that dessert?” he asked, moving his leg deliciously against my sensitive nub.
Suddenly I realized what we were doing. “I have to go,” I said. “I’ll have my lawyer call yours tomorrow.” With that I finally got a grip on the doorknob and opened it. I tried not to look into his stunned eyes as I closed the door in his face.
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Published November 20, 2012
by Cherry Blossom Press.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.