CRUEL (The Buck Boys Heroes Book 2), page 13
I turn to face her. “The heart of the story? You’re writing a fluff piece on my company, Juliet. You’re not going to win a Pulitzer for it.”
Her left eyebrow inches up just a touch. “You’re an asshole. I’m leaving.”
Panic races through me as she reaches to pick up her purse. “Juliet.”
The only sound echoing through the penthouse is the click of her heels as she heads toward the elevator.
I sprint around her to block her path.
“Move.” She pushes a hand on my chest. “Get the hell out of my way.”
I hold her hand on my chest, over my heart. “Stop.”
“Stop what?” she snaps. “Stop doing my job? Stop trying to help you? Stop caring about you?”
That’s all it takes for the dam within me to burst.
I yank her closer, pull on the back of her hair to line her mouth up with mine and I crash my lips into hers.
We stumble to my bedroom with me tugging on her waist while she holds tightly to my face, kissing me with wild abandon.
I’m a man hungry for something I’ve never tasted before.
I’ve never kissed a woman with this much desire fueling it.
All of the control I possess has slipped away under her touch. I can’t think. I can only feel and my need for her is trumping everything else.
I push her backward.
She falls onto my bed. Her gaze travels over my face, and beyond to the darkened shadows of the place I retreat to at the end of the day.
“Kavan,” she whispers my name.
I’m on my knees because I can’t control what I’m feeling. I haul her dress up to her waist to reveal a pair of black silk panties.
“You’re soaking wet,” I grit those words out as I settle between her legs. “So fucking wet for me.”
She lets out a sound that fills the silence in the room.
I dive down, my tongue trailing over the silk for my first taste, but it’s torturous. There’s a hint of her sweetness, but it’s not enough.
I curve a finger on each side of her panties and pull them down.
I tug harder, sliding them over her toned legs until she’s bare.
“I...Kavan…please.”
She doesn’t need to plea.
I do. I need to plea for mercy. Plea for the honor of pleasing this woman.
I push her thighs apart with my hands to reveal her core.
With the soft glow trailing in from the lights of the city, she’s a vision. “You’re so beautiful, Juliet. This is so beautiful.”
Her hands flail for something to grip onto so I guide one to my lips. I kiss her palm softly. “I want this.”
“I want this,” she repeats on stuttered breaths.
I slide my tongue over her cleft, finally tasting her.
I eat her with abandon. Soft licks and the nip of my teeth on her clit draw her closer to the edge.
I slide a finger into her, then another, marveling at how snug she is.
With my cock aching in my pants, I take her swollen pink nub between my lips and suck.
Her hands thread through my hair as she moans again and again.
It’s a symphony of her pleasure, and as she soars into an orgasm she cries out. I stay in place kissing her inner thighs while I whisper into her skin that she’s just given me the greatest gift of my life.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Juliet
I stare at him while he strips down to absolutely nothing.
His body is truly magnificent.
I’ve been nude since he tugged my dress over my head after he ate me to an orgasm.
He wanted seconds, but I pulled at his shirt to get him up and over me.
Then I kissed him softly, tasting myself on his mouth.
“Your body is incredible,” I whisper.
He glances at me from where he’s standing next to his bed. “I’ll take the compliment, Juliet, but if we’re going to discuss beautiful bodies, you are divine.”
I roll onto my back. “Get a condom.”
“My bossy little lover.” He laughs. “She wants to be fucked.”
“Hard,” I draw the word out slowly.
His hand strokes the length of his cock. “What if I want to eat you again?”
I’d want nothing more if I had already felt him inside of me, but there’s an ache that his mouth and lips can’t chase away.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time,” I confess.
He turns to face me head on, with his hand still running slow strokes over his erection. He’s large. His balls are heavy.
The man is powerful in every single way.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you for longer.” He takes a step closer to the bed. “I wanted you when you walked into my office that first day.”
“You didn’t.”
He huffs out a laugh. “I did. I wanted you then. I want you more now.”
I part my legs. “So come get me.”
He moves toward a cabinet across the room. I admire his ass as he does.
“You’re just as impressive from the back.”
There’s a slight shake of his head. “As are you.”
I roll onto my stomach. “You like me like this, do you?”
When he turns back around he’s sheathing his cock. “No. Not like that, Juliet.”
“How then?”
He crawls onto the bed, flipping me over with ease. “Like this. I want to look at you when I fuck you.”
My breath catches when he shoves my legs apart. His eyes trail over my body.
“Stop looking,” I whisper. “Start fucking.”
He moves between my legs, guiding his cock to my core.
He teases me, stroking the tip over my clit. “You want this, Juliet.”
“Yes,” I say, staring into his brilliant blue eyes. “I want you.”
With a sudden thrust forward, he’s inside of me. It’s too much, so much, that I cry out.
“Easy,” he says, leaning forward to pepper my forehead with kisses. “Deep breaths.”
He moves gently, his eyes never leaving mine.
I rock my hips slowly, adjusting to his size. “It feels so good.”
He drops his head to my neck. “You’re so good. So fucking good.”
He fucks me like that with soft whispered words, holding onto every ounce of self-control that he has.
“Let go,” I whisper. “Let go, Kavan. Take me.”
He does. He ups the pace. Hard thrusts of his hips while his hands roam my body. Strong fingers twisting my nipples and digging into my thighs until I cry out.
He does too with a groan ripped from the deepest part of him. He fills the condom with shaking thrusts before he falls onto me to rest his lips against my neck.
“Juliet.” My name escapes him. “My beautiful Juliet.”
I close my eyes to fight off the flood of emotions that hit me like a battering ram.
I want nothing more than to be his Juliet, and at least for tonight, I am.
“Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.” Kavan lets out a low chuckle. “Very funny, Juliet.”
I bounce up to my tiptoes to kiss his mouth. “I think you pronounced that wrong. The term is very delicious, Juliet.”
He catches my chin in his hand before he kisses me again, but this one is slow and lingering. I can taste the sweetness of his breath and smell our sex on his skin.
He fucked me once, stripped off the condom, ate me, and fucked me again.
It took hours, but felt like it wasn’t long enough.
I want more. I want more of all of it.
“You’re delicious,” he says as he stares at my lips.
I fall back to my bare feet as I stare up at him. “Thank you for letting me borrow your shirt, Bane.”
He glances down at the black button-down shirt I slipped on after I crawled out of his bed. It’s much too large for me, but I only buttoned two buttons mid-stomach and I rolled up the sleeves far enough that my hands are visible.
“I should thank you for that,” he counters. “Do you know how breathtaking you are, Juliet?”
I know I’m beautiful. I’ve been told that my entire life and there was a time when I thought that defined me.
It doesn’t, but I like knowing Kavan sees my outer beauty as well as what’s inside of me.
I look into his eyes. “One day I’ll win a Pulitzer Prize.”
His eyes hold mine. “You will. I’m sorry for that remark. It was out of line.”
Not wanting to weigh this moment down with what happened earlier, I smile. “Eat your sandwich, Kavan.”
“What happens if I don’t?”
I skim a hand over his chest, down his stomach until it stops just above his boxer briefs. “I won’t suck you off tonight.”
He lunges forward toward the dining room table and the meager meal I prepared for us. “Give me that sandwich. I’ll eat ten if it means I get to feel your pillow soft lips wrapped around me.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Kavan
Exhausted and satiated, I tug on Juliet’s hair. “I’m good. I’m so good.”
Her eyes bolt up to meet mine. “You’re not kidding.”
I watch as she swipes the back of her hand over her mouth. “That was nice.”
Nice?
I huff out a laugh. “Nice is a picnic in the park. That blowjob was fucking incredible.”
That lures her into my lap on the couch.
She crawls up and onto me, settling over my cock. “What would you know about picnics in parks?”
I adjust her in my lap because being this close to her is too much. I’m already hardening even though I blew a load down her throat less than two minutes ago.
“I know it’s a thing people do.”
“Such a cookie-cutter billionaire.” She swats my shoulder. “People? I happen to love picnics in the park, Kavan.”
“You do?”
I needed to know that. I don’t know why but that feels important. Suddenly, many things do.
“What’s your favorite color, Juliet?”
She leans back to study my face. “Why?”
“Answer the question.”
“Purple.” Her fingertips tap against my shoulder. “Yours?”
I stare at her.
“You have one, right?” she questions. “Kavan, you must have one.”
“Hazel. It’s hazel.”
The corners of her eyes crinkle as she smiles. “Are you saying that because my eyes are hazel? Are you hoping to get lucky again tonight?”
“I will get lucky again tonight,” I say as I snake a hand under the hem of the shirt. “You’re not leaving here until I fuck you again.”
She cups a hand over my cheek. “You don’t smile enough.”
I move my hand up her thigh, settling it so my fingertips brush against her pussy. “Smiling is overrated.”
“It’s not,” she argues. “If you could see yourself when you smile, you’d do it all the time.”
She’s wrong. I don’t want to see myself smile.
When I do I’m reminded of the last picture ever taken of my father and I. Nigel snapped it on a beach in Miami hours before my father drew his last breath.
I close my eyes. “Juliet.”
I sense her lips hovering over mine. “It’s okay to be happy again.”
I reach forward until my lips touch hers for a soft kiss. “I’m not sure that’s true.”
She taps my chin. “Look at me, Kavan.”
I slowly open my eyes to see the gold flecks in her irises. The color of her eyes is as unique as she is.
“Are you happy tonight?” she asks.
“I’m satisfied.”
“You’re not.” She shakes her head. “I sense you’re the type of man who is never satisfied.”
That may have been true before she walked into my life.
I feel a sense of satisfaction I haven’t before. I’m content.
“Are you happy?” she asks again.
“I’m happy I met you,” I say as a compromise.
“Even though I make you eat PB and J, and I push you beyond your comfort zone?”
I inch my fingers up to skim them over her pussy. “Even then, Juliet.”
Her eyes close on a heavy breath. “You’re going to make me come again, aren’t you?”
I press my lips to the soft flesh of her neck as I slide a finger into her channel. “Again and again.”
This night has been one I’ll never forget, but as Juliet slips back into her dress, I take a deep breath.
What brought us here hasn’t been resolved and I don’t want to leave it until morning.
“Juliet.” I shove my hands into the front pocket of my jeans as I watch her try to slip on one shoe. “I want to talk about something.”
She holds up a hand. “Help me for a second.”
I do that without hesitation, but instead of giving her a hand to balance on, I drop to one knee.
I gaze up at her as I slide her shoes onto her feet.
We stay like that for a moment until I pull myself upright again.
“I think I know what you want to talk about,” she says softly. “Your mom.”
I take a step back to gain not only gather my thoughts, but to breathe.
After tasting her skin, and being inside her, I’m struggling to think clearly.
That’s not who I am after sex.
I fuck, I get dressed, I leave and I forget the encounter within days, often within hours.
These moments with Juliet will never leave me.
I already know that.
“Alvina Bane isn’t who you think she is,” I begin before I pause.
“I think she’s a woman who abandoned her only child when he needed her the most,” Juliet spits out.
That’s my mother in a nutshell.
“I didn’t meet with her because I wanted to hear her side about what happened to your family,” she explains. “I met with her because she handed her voting proxy over to someone other than her son. I wanted to understand that and her motivations. I want to know how she thinks she fits into the future of the company because from where I’m standing right now, she doesn’t.”
I stare at her.
“That’s my opinion, of course,” she adds for good measure.
“I see.”
“I don’t think you know that she’s spoken on record about you.” She sighs. “I’m not going to quote any of it, but it made my blood boil. She has this brilliant, strong, beautiful son that she trashes at every turn.”
I do know everything that my mother has said on and off record about me. I’ve never given it any weight because she was nowhere near Miami when my father died. She’s never accepted my version of the events that happened that night, even when shown proof.
“I saw you two laughing outside the restaurant, Juliet.”
That lures her closer to me again. Her hand lands on the center of my chest as she looks up and into my eyes. “If you disarm your enemy with laugher, they’ll never see it coming.”
I smile. “What exactly is it?”
“The attack,” she explains with a grin. “In your mother’s case, I wanted her to be comfortable so her truths would spill out.”
“Her truths will never spill out.”
Her fingers skim over the scruff covering my chin. “All of our secrets eventually come out.”
“Do you have secrets, Juliet?”
She stares into my eyes and with a silent nod she confirms that she does.
“Tell me.”
Her bottom lips trembles but she quiets it almost instantly with a bite of her teeth.
“Tell me,” I repeat.
Her lips part, she sucks in a heavy breath and then drops her gaze. “That scarf you used to tie up the mugger was my favorite.”
It’s a diversion meant to lure a smile from me, but it’s not the answer I was looking for.
“I have to get home.” She spins around to face my bed. “Do I have everything?”
She has everything she came with, but she’s leaving with more than that.
A piece of my heart is going with her.
I’m falling for this vibrant, sexy, stubborn, and fearless beauty.
I can’t stop it. Hell, I don’t want to, but I do want something.
I want her to confess her secrets to me, but I can’t ask for that until I’m ready to confess mine to her.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Juliet
“How is that assignment going?” Sinclair turns to look at me as we walk side-by-side down Broadway. “The one with the hot single arrogant guy.”
I skirt around a couple that are so enamored with each other that they don’t see on the approach. “Good.”
I rate it good even though the other night was the best sex of my life.
Since then, Kavan has been buried in work so we haven’t had a chance to schedule more interview or personal time.
We have been texting and he did call to ask me not speak to his mother until we’ve had a chance to discuss it more.
I agreed and before the call ended, he told me missed me.
I’ve been devoting myself to helping Margie at her office, as well as hanging out in my office at Marks Creative.
Mr. Marks popped his head in once to ask if I was making good progress.
I gave him a thumbs-up and a nod.
I’m making great progress on the article that focuses solely on the promising future of Bane Enterprises.
The article that Mr. Marks wants me to write that delves into Kavan’s personal tragedy is still just a vision in my mind. I haven’t been able to write one word because it feels like a betrayal to Kavan.
In a perfect world, Mr. Marks would grant me the honor of telling Kavan’s story in a way that doesn’t leave him in more pain than he already is.
“Good as in ‘we haven’t slept together yet’ or good as in ‘he fucked me so hard that I was screaming?’”
I bark out a laugh. “Sinclair!”
“Juliet,” my name comes out of her with a trace of a giggle. “Inquiring minds need to know.”
