Forever Love: A Novella Collection, page 6
We stayed like that for countless minutes, my arms and legs wrapped around him, holding him deep inside as we whispered words of love. Some time later he slid out of me and rolled onto his back before wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me in close at his side.
“We haven’t discussed birth control and I hope you’re not upset that I haven’t used any,” he murmured. “I’ve been hoping you aren’t on anything because I want us to have kids as soon as possible. I’m all in with you, Amber. This is forever. If you’re not ready, tell me now and we can get the morning after pill…”
I shook my head emphatically. “I’m all in with you, too. Nothing would make me happier than if I were pregnant right this very moment. I love you and I want to have your babies.”
“So many babies,” he rasped. “As many as you want. If you decide three or four isn’t enough, we’ll just keep making more.”
* * *
That Sunday, Caroline and Macon joined Jake and me along with his entire family (with the exception of his parents who were still on one of their ‘honeymoons’) for a backyard barbeque. I found out that I loved Jake’s family almost as much as I loved him and seeing the way he was with his nieces, nephews and little Macon made me want babies of our own even more than I already did.
The man was everything I could ever have wanted, and then some. For the following six weeks he slept with me at my house Sunday through Thursday nights. Every morning before work he’d make me and Macon breakfast before he’d leave me for the day with a tender kiss. Each weekend we’d retreat to his house and lose ourselves in each other until Sunday afternoon when we’d meet up with his family for dinner. They adored Caroline and Macon, which meant they included them in everything, which made me love them even more.
At the beginning of the seventh week Caroline’s prayers were answered when Rob’s deployment came to an end. I was overjoyed to see my bestie reunited with the love of her life, and watching him bond with the son he’d missed so desperately made me cry. Partially this was because I was happy—but I was also super emotional because I’d just found out that Jake and I were expecting our first baby.
With Rob home I officially moved in with Jake full time and we got married three weeks later in a small ceremony in the chapel of his family church. Every morning I woke up wrapped in the arms of the man who made dreams I’d never even known I had come true.
Epilogue
Six years later
Thirty minutes in the car with my husband’s hand up my dress and his fingers in my panties had me all lit up inside.
“What do you think, Mrs. Channing?”
I made a happy sound as I took in the hundreds-of-pink-rose-petals path that was scattered through our lavish hotel suite.
“I love it, Mr. Channing.”
Jake chuckled as he walked to me before wrapping his arms around me and pulled me as close to him as he could.
“Happy honeymoon anniversary, beautiful.”
I threw back my head and laughed as he hoisted me up in his arms like I weighed nothing. That wasn’t the case at all seeing as how I was six and a half months into my third pregnancy. Carly and Ben were staying with Jake’s parents for the week while we enjoyed our fourth honeymoon since we’d gotten married. In this case, it was a babymoon. Not wanting to be too far from the kids, we were staying at a luxury hotel in the city.
Jake walked us through the lavish hotel suite without breaking a sweat, depositing me on my feet next to the rose covered bed with a sexy grin. I smiled back as he gripped the hem of my hot pink cotton maternity dress and lifted it up and over my head. The dress had a built in bra, which meant once he took it off I was clad only in a pair of pale pink underwear.
“Look at you,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking sexy it hurts.”
I snorted even as I grinned like an idiot. Did I mention I was pregnant with twins? Yeah. That was happening. So far I’d gained twenty-nine pounds. Sometimes I cringed when I looked in the mirror and saw how big I was getting. All I ever had to do to find my happy place was turn to my husband. He saw me as beautiful, even when I wanted to cry because I had horribly swollen ankles and stretch marks that looked like some kind of jacked up treasure map. My body had changed but Jake’s love and desire for me had only grown.
I licked my lips as he took off his clothes. He joked that he was getting dad bod because there wasn’t much time for the gym with all the kid and family activities we constantly had going on, but I’d never seen a hotter man in my life. I wanted him with a ferocity that had only grown with each passing year.
I full body shivered when he pulled me into his arms and my super-sensitive nipples rubbed up against his chest. Jake groaned, cupped my face in his hands and covered my lips with his. We’d been together for six years and I still melted every single time he kissed me. The magic hadn’t worn off at all. If anything, it had gotten even more intense.
By the time he took his mouth from mine, I was so ready for him to be inside of me that I ached with it. The foreplay in the car and the kissing had me beyond ready. He was lucky I’d lasted as long as I had, since pregnancy hormones made me insanely horny.
“I need you so badly,” I whimpered.
He grinned as he guided me to the bed and helped me get onto the mattress. Once we were side by side he rolled onto his back and held my hand while I straddled him. I sighed as I felt the tip of his cock against me. “Yes,” I groaned as I slid down onto it, loving the stretch of having him inside me.
“Fuck,” he growled as my ass settled against his thighs. “Feels so good.”
With my hands against his lower abdomen for balance, I began alternating between rocking back and forth and moving up and down. His eyes flashed fire as he watched the way my larger than normal tits jiggled with my every movement.
He lifted his hands and cupped them, swirling the pads of his thumbs over my stiff nipples as I picked up the pace. “Such perfect fucking tits,” he moaned.
The position we were in allowed me to rub my clit against him in a way that made my body tremble with desire. My breath came in gusts as I rocked faster.
“Jake,” I moaned. “Fuck, Jake.”
“Just like that,” he rasped. “I love the way your tight cunt grips my dick, baby.”
I moved even faster, whimpering when he gently pinched my nipples.
“I’m— oh, God, Jake. Right there!” I shrieked as I lost control, my body shaking on top of his as I came.
He took total control, his hands going to my hips as he thrust up from under me over and over again.
“Rub your clit,” he instructed, knowing full well that I could come more than once in this position.
My back arched as I slid two fingers against my soaking cleft and began playing with my clit. I shivered and thrashed on top of him as he fucked me through another orgasm before helping me off. I got on my knees as he positioned himself behind me. He thrust in hard and fucked me faster, my hand a blur between my legs as I gripped his cock with my inner muscles and cried out over and over again. When I couldn’t come anymore, I dropped my hand and started thrusting back against him so he could take his own release.
“Baby,” he whimpered. “Fuck, baby. I’m going to come so fucking hard.”
I pulled off of him in a flash. Knowing what I wanted he dropped onto his back, letting out a loud roar when I got into position and took his cock into my mouth. Lifting off I teased the underside with my tongue and then the head before taking as much of his length back into my mouth as I could. I cupped his balls and shuttled my mouth up and down his cock faster as he chanted my name.
“Amber, Amber, fuck, baby! I’m gonna come. Let me jerk it onto your tits.”
I popped my mouth off with a little groan and placed my chest where he wanted it. His eyes were wild with passion as he jerked his cock against my tits. He choked out a desperate sound as the first blast of hot come hit my right nipple, then bellowed my name as each succeeding burst hit my chest. When it was over I sat back up on my knees and rubbed it in while he watched through lust filled eyes.
“Keep doing that and we won’t make it down to the restaurant for dinner.”
I grinned and wiggled my eyebrows. “So this will be a repeat of all our other nonstop sex honeymoons?”
“Count on it,” he laughed as I changed my position and curled up against his side.
“How about we take the next round to the shower?”
“Anywhere, anytime,” he said huskily. “You just need to give me that look you give when you want it and I’m hard.”
“Look?” I questioned cheekily, already knowing the answer.
“Just another part of Amber’s Allure,” he answered with a grin. “You know I’m powerless against it.”
I smiled as I traced my finger in circles on his abdomen, my happily ever after more than I could ever have dreamt of.
THE END
Sin’s Temptation
SIN’S TEMPTATION
© 2018 Ella Fox
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Copyright 2018 by Ella Fox (originally published as Evie Harrison in 2017)
Editing: Gemma Rowlands
Prologue
Jordan
“Even though this piece is about your business success, I’d be remiss if I didn’t ask you some personal questions.”
I was lucky the interview was being conducted over the phone and not a face-to-face. It meant he didn’t see when I rolled my eyes.
“Fire away.”
“I can find no record of you having a steady girlfriend, at least not since you became a success.”
“That isn’t a question,” I said dryly.
“Oh! Well…” the reporter on the other end of the line spluttered for a few seconds, seemingly unable to think of how to frame his question.
I let him flounder. Cruel? Maybe. I didn’t care. I wasn’t about to help him. People were nosy as fuck, and I thought the question was completely unnecessary. The only reason anyone gave a damn about my relationship status was due to my wealth. If I were a custodian no one would have cared.
“What I’m trying to ask is, do you have a girlfriend?”
I couldn’t contain my snort. “No.”
“Is there a particular reason why?”
Again, I rolled my eyes. I loathed the way people felt they needed to dig in for answers to stupid questions.
“This is where you want me to say something along the lines of I haven’t met the right woman yet or something,” I snickered. “Go ahead and print that very thing if you want, but it isn’t the case with me. The truth is, I don’t do relationships because I think it would be shitty to let someone believe for even a second it might lead to marriage.”
I shuddered as I said it. The concept of marriage made me seriously uncomfortable. Agreeing to commit to one woman for the rest of my life?
I’d never met anyone I wanted to spend a month with, much less a lifetime. I knew with absolute certainty I’d be a shitty boyfriend and a poor husband. After all, I’d learned what I’d lived.
“You’re anti-marriage?” the reporter queried.
“Not for anyone who wants that life,” I answered. “It just isn’t for me personally.”
I’d seen the dark side of marriage, knew all too well what the fallout looked like.
“In your position, I wouldn’t want to settle down either,” he said enviously. “You’ve got it damn good.”
My lips quirked and I nodded to myself.
“Life is great,” I confirmed.
So great, I didn’t think it was even conceivable that it could be even better. No commitments, no entanglements, no children caught in the crossfire between raging parents.
I damn sure intended to keep it that way.
Chapter One
Jordan
I’m sure you’re wondering, so I’m going to get confirmation out of the way. Yes, it’s me, Jordan Sinclair, otherwise known as Mr. Sin. Chances are, you’ve had many an orgasm because of me. You’re welcome for those, by the way.
Yes, I really was this cocky of an asshole.
Don’t worry.
I change.
That’s what love does when it reworks you from the inside out, filling in all your jagged places.
My career began with my line of thrusters—powerful sex machines controllable by phone or tablet that will fuck you until you’re mindless. I invented that little gem during the first semester of college. By the time I graduated, I’d made my first million. The sex business was always booming, and I’d charted a course to get my fair share. I succeeded beyond my wildest expectations.
Quite often I was questioned as to why I had chosen a sex toy business. My professional answer was that I’d seen a hole in the market and stepped in to fill the void. Pun intended.
The real answer was far more straightforward.
I. Loved. Pussy.
Pussy worship was an art. Touching, tasting, licking, devouring, fingering, and, my favorite of all, fucking, required skill – and I had it. Not much of a surprise, seeing as how I’d spent countless hours in a pussy-induced fog. It was my drug of choice.
I knew several married men who were lucky to have sex a few times a month, and I felt sorry for the poor bastards. Sex was used as a bargaining chip within their relationships and I thought it was depressing.
I couldn’t even fathom how I’d survive on that little sex. I lived to fuck. Often. I liked the variety of moving on and finding the next woman who would be taking my dick. It was never hard to find new people to twirl on my pole for two reasons.
1. My thick eight-inch cock
2. I was rich as fuck
Like most men, my dick was my compass. I let it lead me to a variety of women instead of one. No woman had or ever would have a hold on me. The idea of being with someone long-term was inconceivable to me. Marriage didn’t work, period.
That mindset went right out the window the day fate laughed as it lobbed a curveball at me.
* * *
My system was cranking Guns n’ Roses ‘Paradise City’ as I guided my black Range Rover into a parking spot at the rear of my store, Erotic Bent. It was a beautiful day and, all things considered, I’d rather have been working at my record store by the sea than at the sex shop, but digging through vinyl wasn’t on the agenda. Instead, I’d just driven for a bit less than two hours to get from Malibu to Riverside.
The online component of my business made up for more than half of my yearly earnings, but the stores were still important. I owned ten shops in Southern California, which meant sometimes I had no choice but to make those shitty drives. I wouldn’t have bothered if it weren’t necessary to be seen. I cared about all my stores, and I wanted my employees to know I was hands-on.
Still, I wasn’t excited about having to spend the day sitting with my accountant to go over financials for a yearly internal audit. The only saving grace was that if all went according to plan, it would be my only face-to-face interaction with him until he generated his report.
My chief bookkeeper could've handled it, but I liked to make sure everyone knew who was in charge from the get-go. People assumed it was easy being as successful as I was, since in a lot of ways my products sold themselves. They couldn’t have been more wrong. I’d never been one to sit on my laurels, and I didn’t see obscene wealth as an excuse to be lazy. As a thirty-four-year-old billionaire, I could’ve sold or delegated everything, but I hadn’t. I’d gotten to where I was with a lot of hard work, and I was proud of it.
After getting myself in the right frame of mind to look at numbers all day, I turned off the engine and climbed out of the car. Closing the door behind me, I clicked my key fob to arm the system and then headed into the store. It was just after ten in the morning, which was a busy time. Most people figured sex stores saw the most action at night, but that wasn’t the case. The morning was when most people found it easiest to sneak off to buy their sex toys.
We did a brisk business with the unsatisfied suburban moms. They came in once the husband left for work and the kids were in school, looking for something to end the monotony of being ignored sexually by their man. They came in for plastic fantastic, and sometimes, if there were a connection, I’d give them the real thing. After it was over, I’d leave and never contact them again, which was just what we both wanted.
The narrative about women not wanting one night—or one afternoon—is dead wrong. It isn’t just men who know what they want. There’s no one more willing to have it be a one-time thing than someone who just wants to be touched. I aimed to please. Those women rode me like they were auditioning for the rodeo and sucked my dick like their last name was Hoover. I didn’t feel guilty, either. If their husbands didn’t want someone else to be giving their woman dick, they needed to get the fuck on it and do it themselves. There was no excuse for being a negligent asshole. I might have been anti-commitment, but I enjoyed women and took tremendous pleasure in making them happy.
When I entered the store, I stopped at the end of the dildo aisle, grinning when my eyes settled on a beautiful woman tracing her finger over a package containing Big Barry. Barry was a ten-inch long, wrist thick cock that drove women wild. My attention stayed on her as she licked her lips, her fascination with Big Barry more than evident. I started walking toward her to give her my card in the hopes of meeting up with her later. I figured I’d do business for a few hours before doing her if she was interested.
