“I’m an investor,” I growled, nipping her bottom lip. “My timing is impeccable.”

  “Guess what, Mr. Big Shot Investor?” she said, running her fingers up my tie. “I was talking about investing too.”

  I kissed her once more then opened the car door for her.

  “Really? For five hours?” I asked.

  “We had a lot to cover.”

  “Did you decide between investing in fashion or cupcakes?” I joked, fully intending to give her an appetizer before we went back to my apartment for the main course.

  But Belle pulled back from me, obviously pissed. “You think my company is a joke, don’t you?”

  “No,” I lied. “But you have to start small. No one is going to trust you with, say, a ten-billion-dollar fund until you’ve shown you’re able to not lose it all in a bloodbath. I mean, you don’t even have an office. You met your partners in a restaurant.”

  “Part of what we were discussing was renting office space,” she said primly.

  “I could just give you some office space,” I said, frowning. “I own a whole tower, after all.”

  “I don’t need your charity.” She crossed her arms.

  “You don’t even want to come look at it?” I crooned. “It has a killer view.”

  “I bet you really impress all your dates,” Belle said.

  “And my investment clients.”

  21

  Belle

  Greg was an asshole. He was handsome and sexy but still an asshole.

  “You know,” I said, cutting Greg off mid-explanation of high-school-level basics of investing. “I think I like you a lot better when your mouth is in my pussy and not mansplaining investing to me.”

  “I’m just trying to help,” Greg said as I followed him through his now-empty office floor with only the emergency lighting giving off a low glow of light.

  “I know how to do investing,” I snapped at him. “I made hundreds of thousands off Bitcoin.”

  “Bitcoin isn’t investing,” he said haughtily. “It’s just gambling. Real investing is something like real estate or series A funding for a new technology company. By the time you’re trading stocks, you’re a small fish.”

  I followed him into his corner office and let the glass door slam behind me.

  He moved to the wet bar at the side of the room.

  “You’re just so full of yourself. You think you’re so great.”

  “Of course I’m great,” he said, pouring each of us a drink. “I have an eighty-thousand-dollar bottle of scotch at the bar in the corner office of the tower that I own with a view of all the other property in Manhattan I’ve developed and the companies I’ve invested in. I don’t just think I’m ‘so great.’ I know I’m ‘so great.’ And I’m trying to give you the advice that normally I would be paid six figures to give at a conference keynote. You can’t just show up on Wall Street with a plucky attitude and good intentions. You need to be intelligent, ruthless, and single-minded.”

  He regarded me thoughtfully. “You’re cute, but I’m not even sure you have it in you, to be honest. I’m trying to save you from yourself.”

  “God, I hate you sometimes,” I seethed, even though part of me was ecstatic to be called cute.

  Greg didn’t seem fazed at all. He just smirked and removed his suit jacket. “Then I guess I’m not going to make love to you in my condo as I had originally planned.”

  Wait, no sex! my brain screamed.

  “Instead,” Greg continued, sticking two fingers down the front of my shirt, “I’m just going to hate fuck you in my office.”

  My brain seemed to freeze at his words and then kicked into high gear along with the rapid pounding of my heart. I swallowed as Greg stepped right into my space, pulling me into a kiss. It was aggressive and demanding.

  The fingers he had slipped down my shirt curved around my right breast and squeezed, making me moan.

  He pulled at the buttons of my shirt, snapping a couple as much as unfastening them. I let him walk me backward until my butt hit the edge of his desk. He pressed me farther back, pinning me down and kissing me. Both sides of my shirt came away, my bra-clad breasts open to the air. He cupped me over my bra, pulling away from my mouth to kiss and lick at my clavicle. All I could do was thread my fingers through the back of his hair and try to hold on for dear life.

  “Greg,” I groaned, delighting in the fact that I could make noise this time. Not too much, but some.

  “You're wearing too many clothes,” he growled.

  I sat up and shrugged the rest of my blouse away before I reached back to unclasp my bra, finally freeing my tits.

  He fell on me again, kissing and sucking, taking first one nipple into his mouth and then the other. I arched my back, giving him access. Somehow, my own fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt. I managed three buttons before he pulled away, shrugged off his clothes, and tossed them away. When I reached for his pants, he gripped my wrist, stopping me with a smile.

  “Ladies first,” he said, then stepped back, still holding my arm to pull me to my feet. Then he turned me around to the desk.

  Oh yes, I yelled inside, and maybe on the outside too. His hands came up and gripped my ass, squeezing me through my skirt.

  “I love your ass,” he murmured, and then his hand slid lower, sliding up my skirt to run along the edge of my panties. “I love the taste of you.” He unzipped the skirt then pushed it down to pool on the floor.

  His voice was rough, and his hand was even rougher, stroking me insistently through the thin fabric of my panties. I moaned, bucking back against him.

  He made a growling sound of approval and yanked downward, rolling my panties over my hips and down. Then he pushed me over the desk and spread my legs wide. I was wet and aching for him.

  “You going to give me your cock?” I panted.

  “I don’t think so.”

  I looked back to see that his knees had hit the floor. Then I let out a cry when Greg pressed his face against my pussy. His tongue dipped in to swirl around my entrance, one finger reaching up front to press and circle around my clit.

  I moaned, clenching my hands against the slick surface of the desk. I was wet, and his tongue only made me wetter. I pushed back against his face, his fingers, hearing low groans come out of my throat as if I were outside myself.

  Greg spun me higher and higher, until I knew that I was moments from peaking.

  “Greg, I'm going to…”

  I felt him smile against me as the orgasm crashed over me.

  It left me sweaty and panting against the desk, the mahogany against my overheated skin.

  The air shifted as Greg moved behind me.

  “I thought you were going to give me a hate fuck,” I slurred.

  Greg paused for a moment, then I heard a dark chuckle. He gripped my hips, fingers digging into my ass. I was immediately wet and aching for him.

  Greg pressed the bulge of his cock up against me. His fingers tight on my ass, he forced my legs wider. He rubbed his bare cock against my pussy as I tried to grind back against him.

  “You want this?” he said in that deep voice. “You want me to hate fuck you over my desk that cost more than the assets you have under management?”

  “Yes,” I moaned, my fingers clawing at the imported leather blotter on the desk.

  I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper.

  One of Greg’s hands left my ass to rub my pussy as he put on the condom.

  “Give it to me,” I begged. I was sloppy wet from my arousal and his attention.

  Greg grabbed my ass again then thrust inside me, filling me as he forced me to take every thick inch of him.

  “Oh...” I clenched, tightening reflexively.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight, Belle,” Greg said, voice rough.

  He pulled out, pushed in again with a long thrust, and...

  “Fuck,” he said as he buried himself in me again.

  My pussy tightened around him, my whole body shivering with desire. I loved how his cock fit perfectly inside me. His next thrust took me up to my toes, and I let out a long moan. Pleasure curled up inside me.

  “You like that,” he observed, cock hitting the same place with every harsh thrust. “Let me hear you.”

  “Yes... Greg, yes. Give me more!”

  “Good.” With that, he gripped my hips and began to fuck into me like he was going to make me his.

  I moaned, one hand holding on to the edge of the desk, the other clenched in a helpless claw. The point of every one of his thrusts hit right up against that secret spot in me, taking me from hazy to needy so fast that my head spun.

  I was a far cry from the cool, calm boss bitch I wanted to be. Greg completely owned me. I moaned out my pleasure and scrabbled for leverage to shove myself back on his thick cock.

  Greg changed speed, thrusts going from long and deep to fast and brutal. Forehead braced on the desk, I rose again to my tiptoes, all but biting my lips to keep from shrieking my pleasure.

  “That's it.” The hitch in his voice told me he was nearly as gone as I was. “Come for me.”

  I crested for a second time, hanging onto the desk for dear life.

  Greg followed mere seconds later, pounding me as I cried out his name.

  When he stilled, Greg pulled me upright and wrapped his strong arms around me, pressing kisses to my face.

  “I really like you, Belle,” he said, voice rough. “Stay with me. Forget your investment scheme. Let me take care of you. I can keep you safe and make you happy.”

  I really wanted to say yes. I wanted to finally be rescued. I wanted the happily ever after with Greg. But I knew I would never forgive myself for being a sellout.

  22

  Greg

  I wanted last night again and again for the rest of my life. Being in her, arguing with her, fucking her—Belle was all I needed in my life.

  I had wanted to bring her back to my condo for another round, but she insisted I take her home.

  “I can buy you a place to live,” I offered.

  “I don’t need your handouts,” she said, hand paused on the car door.

  “It’s not a handout,” I protested. “Really, it’s a selfish decision on my part. If you have your own apartment, I can come by and fuck you whenever I want.”

  Belle gasped as I tangled my fingers in her hair, pulled her head back, and kissed her.

  “Like right now,” I growled against her mouth.

  She moaned against me.

  “You have a thing against sex in the limo, which I respect, but if we were in front of your swanky pied-à-terre and not your roommate’s closet, we could go upstairs and I could eat you out then fuck you all night.”

  She spread her legs slightly, and I used the opportunity to stroke her through her panties.

  I felt her shiver in my arms, and she tilted her head back, giving me access. Giving me permission.

  I kissed her hard, my stroking fingers increasing both pressure and speed, running up and down the length of her pussy.

  She shifted, widening her legs a little more, completely wanton. As a reward, I shoved the fabric of her panties aside to let my fingers get direct access to play.

  She groaned, biting her lip.

  “No,” I said. “None of that. Don't hide your pleasure from me.”

  Belle’s next low moan was full-throated and immensely gratifying to hear. My finger found her clit, and I moved a fingertip over it with gentle, teasing motions.

  My eyes were locked on her face, watching for every pleasured reaction.

  “Greg,” she whispered, “I hate it when you tease me.”

  I smirked. “Funny, because I love it.” I leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “And I really love it when you beg for me.”

  Belle whimpered as I brushed her clit ever so softly. “Please… Please… I want to come.”

  “That's what I like to hear,” I said and let my lips fall over her again, kissing her as I shifted my hand, thumb now pressing over her clit while my index finger gently teased in and out of her wet hole.

  Her next inhale was a shudder, and she gripped my shoulders, rocking her hips up to increase her pleasure.

  “Greg, more…”

  I gave her exactly what she wanted, adding another finger and plunging into her deep.

  “Oh! Oh!” Her eyes half shut in bliss, she moved with my hands in a slow, sensual rhythm. One hand came up to cup her own breast, her lips parted. “I'm close…”

  In answer, I increased my pressure on her clit, pumping my fingers in and out of her in a frantic rhythm. Distantly, I could feel how hard I was, getting this beautiful woman off. But all of my attention was on her—my own needs secondary.

  Belle inhaled sharply and then, with a gasping cry, climaxed.

  I fingered her through it, wringing out every bit of sensation I could until finally she gripped my wrist and pushed me away, panting.

  “You can’t tell me you don’t want my cock after that,” I told her.

  I kissed her flushed cheeks then her mouth, red from biting her lips to keep from screaming.

  “But unfortunately it will have to wait for tomorrow.” I’d helped her out of the car and watched as she’d walked into the apartment building in a daze.

  Yes, I decided. I need her in my life forever. In fact, I think I might marry her.

  “I’m sorry. You’re going to marry this chick you only just met?”

  “I didn’t say I had any concrete plans,” I told Crawford. “But you asked me how it was going, and I said that I could see it ending in marriage.”

  “I thought you were just using her to get the Shaw contract?”

  “No point in wasting a good thing,” I said matter-of-factly.

  “Is that where you were all yesterday?” Beck demanded. “I had to rearrange my whole schedule because you were MIA and missed a meeting.”

  “I see you survived,” I said.

  “Hey, Greg’s back!” Liam stuck his head in my office. “Hunter said he’s dropping the kids off tomorrow evening.”

  “No, I have a date.”

  “You have had a date with Belle three nights this week,” Walker remarked. “You must really like this chick. I don’t think you willingly have gone out of your way to spend three consecutive nights with anyone.”

  “It wasn’t consecutive,” I growled. “And I cannot supervise the kids. I need to take Belle to the date with Martin and his brothers. I can feel it; he’s close to making a decision on the firm. He thinks we’re good friends, practically.”

  “I thought Belle was starting an investment firm,” Beck said with a frown. “That’s what Owen was saying. You sure you want to take her around our big star client?”

  “She’s going to be investing in things like bakeries or pet-clothing companies,” I said offhandedly. “It’s not like she’s a real threat. Now get out of my office. I need to prep for the date and the big pitch to Martin and his brother.”

  Though the post-sex clarity from last night was enough to get me through organizing my pitch, the fact that I was trying to work at the desk where I had fucked Belle not even eighteen hours before was quickly wearing down my concentration.

  Greg: You busy?

  Belle: Why, are you begging for a quickie?

  Greg: I just want to see you.

  Belle: You are totally incapable of working at the desk we just fucked at! *laughing, crying face*

  Greg: I may need to just buy a new one.

  Belle: I’ll make you fuck me on that one too and ruin your concentration.

  Greg: I want to hate fuck you.

  Belle: How about lunch first?

  Belle was typing away at her laptop when I walked into the restaurant.

  “I thought you said you leased an office?”

  “Start of next month,” she said happily, jumping up to wrap her arms around my neck and kiss me.

  I would never tire of being greeted like that.

  “And I am so ready to not work at café tables,” she continued. “The chairs are super uncomfortable, and I have to buy a drink or food every hour or so.”

  She packed up her stuff.

  “You don’t want to stay here?”

  “I’ve been staring at these same four walls all morning, and I need a change of scenery,” she explained.

  “Let’s go to the brasserie down the street. They have German food like schnitzel, and they have weisswurst on Sundays for brunch, which we totally should go to. They also have awesome currywurst and french fries, which is what I’m ordering.”

  I smirked. “Guess I wasn’t the only one distracted today.”

  “This is an innocent desire to eat good German sausage,” Belle insisted. “I totally haven’t been thinking about sucking on your dick all morning.”

  23

  Belle

  I was satisfied to see Greg stumble slightly at my comment about sucking his dick. Which I did want. Especially since I only had a glimpse of it last night before he was ramming it in me.

  “You know,” I said, wrapping an arm around his waist then letting it go lower to brush his ass that you could bounce a quarter off, “I might actually be convinced to have sex in the limo.”

  “That’s who you found?”

  I looked up to see who asked the question, expecting it to be one of the local crazies. Instead, it was my mother walking toward me arm in arm with my father.

  Greg could not meet them. My parents were awful on a good day. My mother still believed that I owed her for all the sacrifices she had made and never failed to remind me that I was an ungrateful daughter. I had sworn when I left two years ago that I’d have no contact with her, yet here she was.

  I tried to turn Greg to jaywalk, but my parents were already upon us.

  “Really, Belle,” my mother said, turning up her nose. “You can’t date him. You’ll have freakishly tall children.”

  “It’s fine if they’re boys,” my father interjected.

  “Excuse me, do you know these people?” Greg asked me, drawing himself up to his full height and glaring down his perfectly straight nose at my parents.

 

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