Stormfronts E-Book

Michelle Love

• Herausgeber: Michelle Love
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

When billionaire property mogul Theo Storm gives the Commencement address at her college,
grad student Jess Wood initially dismisses him as a rich, bland businessman.
When he notices her in the audience however, his blatant admiration for her attracts
whispers amongst her friends and colleagues and an embarrassed Jess escapes from the throng,
only to find herself unable to stop thinking about him.
Storm tracks her down to her tiny apartment and persuades her to have dinner with him.
The incredible attraction between them becomes almost unbearable.
Theo takes Jess back to his luxurious penthouse and going against all her self-made rules,
Jess goes to bed with him. Instead of breaking the tension between them,
their tempestuous, uninhabited sexual chemistry awakens something almost feral inside of her,
leaving her craving more and more of this incredible man.

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STORMFRONTS

An Alpha Billionaire Romance

The Sons of Sin 8

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By Michelle Love.

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Contents

Welcome to Billionaire Romance Audiobooks!

Stormfronts

Blurb

Come With Me

Play With Me

Sleep With Me

Live With Me

Fight With Me

Hurt With Me

Stay With Me

Run With Me

Love With Me

Forever With Me

Sneak Peek for A Billionaire’s Treasure.

Blurb

Making bets with other billionaires is a bad idea.

Especially when it consists of falling in love and getting married.

I am the head of StormFronts. A company I built literally from nothing.

My friend and father think It's time for me to settle down and start a family.

They are right. But first, I need to find the perfect woman.

Someone who could satisfy all of my fleshly desires.

And I found her.

We met when I gave a commencement address at her college.

The attraction between us was unbearable. I had to have her.

So I invited her to dinner and took her back to my penthouse, where I dominated her body.

She's what I've been looking for all of my life.

I need to prove to her that I'm not just a hit-and-run type of man.

But just when she was starting to fall for me.

Her father stepped in and told her to go back home without telling me why she had to leave.

Now I'm all alone again, thinking if she was the one for me.

Come With Me

It might have been the fourth glass of bourbon or the fifth or the sixth. Theo Storm wasn’t sure. All he remembered was making a dumb bet with Max, who, with mischief in his eyes, shook Theo’s hand, muttering ‘Good luck with that’ under his breath.

Theo opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling of the hotel room. God, why was it that every time he went drinking with Max, he turned into a loud-mouthed asshole who thought that he ruled the world? The trip to Vegas had been to celebrate the opening of their latest boutique apartment building – and to thank Max for working every hour of every day to get it done. Theo had promised himself that he wouldn’t get trashed. He never came out on top when drinking with Max. The guy had hollow legs, for Christ's sake.

‘Jesus.’ A headache shrieked around his skull and Theo groaned. He rolled out of bed onto the floor and briefly considered staying there for the rest of his life. Reluctantly, he staggered to his feet and into the bathroom, stepping under a too-hot shower and sighing with relief as the water hit his tired body. After he’d dried himself, he wrapped a towel around his waist and stood at the small sink to brush his teeth, studying himself in the mirror. He was almost forty years old, and he still acted like a twenty-year-old college kid, partying nearly every night. He knew what his dad would say, with disappointment in his eyes. Settle down, son. Grow roots. Make a home, a family. Theo sighed. It wasn’t enough for his dad that he was the head of StormFronts, the company that Theo had built from literally nothing. He’d been at the top of his class at MIT, or he’d designed, built, and paid for his dad’s retirement home in the Florida Everglades (thankfully a continent away from his own Seattle penthouse).

Theo rinsed his mouth and then threw back a couple of glasses of tap water to combat his hangover. He'd been moaning about his dad’s attitude last night at a staggeringly unsympathetic Max, who merely rolled his eyes and called him a poor little rich boy. Max was right. He knew. He just had to ignore the parental pressure, but still... it was probably why he’d made that ridiculous bet with Max.

I will find the love of my life within three months.

Theo shook his head at the thought of it. Why the hell had he made that bet? Hubris and hyperbole. He shrugged – it wasn’t as if Max would hold him to it in the cold light of day.

‘I am absolutely going to hold you to it,’ Max told him on the plane back to Seattle. Theo groaned and slumped back in his seat. His hangover wasn’t abating at all and now he was on the way to give the Commencement speech at Seattle’s most prodigious college. Theo was used to public speaking in his job, not that it was his favorite thing to do, but he’d agreed to it back when he’d been dating a girl from Tacoma – whose name he couldn’t remember, he thought now with a jolt of shame – whose cousin was part of the graduating class. The speech was written, and his custom-made Armani three pieces were pressed and waited. He’d even managed to shave this morning. Outwardly, he’d look the part of the billionaire mogul but inside... he swallowed a wave of nausea. Idiot. Why get hammered the night before the speech?

Theo definitely wasn’t in the mood for another grilling from his best friend. Max fixed him with a serious glare.

‘You promised me you’d find the one. I want you to, at the very least, try to have a social life. You haven’t dated anyone since Lorelei.’

Theo grimaced, and Max sniggered. Lorelei had been a sweet girl but her obsession with the healing power of crystals had doomed that relationship very, very quickly. Theo chuckled at the memory.

‘Yeah, see? ‘

Max rolled his eyes. ‘That’s not a reason to avoid the whole dating thing. You can’t write off the whole thing just because your last girlfriend thought she could talk to the spirit world. It’s an important part of life and besides, you’re not getting any younger.’

‘Thanks, dude.’

Max grinned at Theo’s sarcastic tone. ‘I’m serious. I want you to meet someone who’ll make you happy.’

Theo studied his friend. ‘You say that with all the smug complacency of the happily settled.’

Max flashed him his cheesiest grin. ‘What can I say? I got lucky with Joel. Now, if only you’d embrace your inner gay guy, I’ve got a hundred friends panting to meet you.’

Theo grinned. ‘Ah, your ongoing campaign to turn me. Sorry, dude, I appreciate it, but...’

‘You worship at the Alter of Vadge, I know.’

Theo sniggered. ‘Charmingly put.’

Max sighed dramatically. ‘Well, a guy can dream. How long has it been since you were serious about someone?’

Theo didn’t answer – mostly because he couldn’t remember ever being serious about anyone. ‘Can we drop this?’

‘Nope,’ Max was grinning wildly, ‘I tell you what, I’ll make this interesting. You get married before Christmas – I’ll work for you for a year for free.’

Theo’s eyebrows shot up. ‘You’re serious? Married? Not going to happen.’

Max nodded, leaning forward in his chair. ‘Dude... you’re my best friend, and I just want you to slow down. You work, work, work, which is all good, but you’re missing out on so much. Meet someone, fall in love, and get married. Hell, I’d be happy if you just dated someone. Come on, help an old romantic out. Besides...’ he sniffed huffily, ‘I really don’t want to find you dead of a stress-related heart attack at your desk. We’d never get the smell out of the carpet.

Theo grinned at his friend but as Max pulled a blanket over himself and turned away to take a nap, Theo stared out of the window of the plane at the sparkling blue waters of the Pacific, the craggy beauty of the West Coast and wondered if Max was right. Maybe it was time for something more, something real. Thing was... he didn’t even know where to start, what he was looking for, or who he wanted as his partner in life.

He glanced over to his sleeping friend and knew his friend was right. Theo grinned to himself and settled back into his seat to enjoy the rest of the flight.

‘I hate to ask.’

Jessica Wood narrowed her eyes at her boss. Professor Gerry Land grinned sheepishly and shrugged as they sat together in the college’s refectory, empty coffee cups in front of them. Jess sighed. She knew this wheedling tone of old. Gerry had been her mentor and champion for four years through college, and when she applied to be his research fellow to pursue a Ph.D., he pulled strings to make sure that she’d get the position.

Occasionally, though, like now, he’d call in the favor.

‘Yeah, yeah, what now?’

Gerry smirked, knowing that he had her. ‘Commencement.’

Jess made a face. ‘Oh, no way...I did it last time.’ Their Art department was supposed to send a representative to the ceremony, and while they both appreciated the true meaning of the tradition, it was deathly boring – sitting for hours, applauding everyone, listening to some celebrity rambling on about how the graduating students should ‘reach for the stars.’ They actually had a tally on how many of the illustrious guests used clichés like that.

‘Please? I just have so much work to do....and this funding application isn’t going to write itself.’

Jess made a face at him, knowing that he’d won. If she didn’t go to the ceremony, Gerry would dump the application process on her, and no way – no freaking way – she was getting into that.

‘Fine.’

Gerry nudged her shoulder with his. ‘I owe you one.’

‘You owe me many.’ But she smiled. At twenty-four, Jessica Wood was exactly where she wanted to be – immersed in a world of art and study. She wasn’t rich. That world belonged to her step-brother, Jules. Her mom had married Jules’ French millionaire father, but now, after they’d both died, it was just her, Jules – and Jules’ never-ending puppet strings.

That was the one thing wrong with her life. She worked for Gerry and part-time in one of Seattle’s artisan coffee houses and still only managed to make enough to cover her rent and food. She was okay with that but Jules still managed to exert his influence over her life in so many different ways.

She pushed the thought of him away now, and fought the heavy dread that always followed when she thought of her step-brother and went to get changed for the ceremony.

Her apartment was less than a block from the college and she quickly showered and slipped into her go-to dress; a dark burgundy silk sheath that shimmered down and hugged her curves. At five foot four, she wasn’t the tallest woman, but the dress flared out at her waist, showing off her surprisingly long legs. Her dark mahogany hair fell almost to her waist, and she pulled it up over one shoulder. The lightest of make-up was put on; then she added a delicate gold chain which lay against her dusky skin and fell into the valley of her full breasts. Glancing in the mirror, Jess nodded once. She knew people considered her attractive but... ‘They can’t see the damage within,’ she thought. She dismissed the thought and scooted out of the door.

Back at college, she made her way to the ceremony, held in the wide courtyard. She glanced at her watch and saw that she was early. She grinned to herself and decided to call Gerry to pass the time. She ducked into a quiet corridor and pulled out her cell phone.

‘I’m calling to issue you an official death threat.’

Gerry chuckled. ‘Hey, look, at least you get to hear about how the world is indeed a shellfish-based opportunity for our students.’

‘About how this is ‘only the beginning of the adventure?’’

‘Yep, and of course, and how they are all astronauts.’

‘Huh?’

Gerry sighed. ‘’Reaching for the stars’?’

Jess laughed. ‘Oh, of course, sorry. God, would it kill one of these people to quote some Eudora Welty? Some Dorothy Parker? Even some Bill and Ted would be nice.’

‘Snob.’

‘You bet. I’ll see you later – and I’ll be armed.’

Gerry laughed loudly. ‘I’ll buy you dinner to make up for it.’

‘You bet you will.’

She hung up and turned to walk out to the courtyard. She stopped, a small gasp escaping her. At the end of the corridor, watching her, a man was stood half in shadow. Jess’s heart began to thud as the man’s gaze locked with hers, burning into hers. He was tall – very, very tall, at least six five, and his huge body was expensively clad in an exquisite three piece suit. With his dark curls close-cropped and his face angular, he looked sculpted to perfection.

They stared at each other for a long moment, and then the Dean appeared and bore the man away. Jess let out her breath out in a rush. What the hell was that? She felt the blood burn hot through her body, a pulse beat between her legs. Jesus... The way he had been looking at her – as if he wanted to tear off her clothes, possess her.

Jess turned and leaned her burning forehead against the cool stone wall. For a second, she closed her eyes and imagined what would have happened if the Dean hadn’t interrupted the moment. Would the man have come closer, pushed her against the wall, kissed her? The tension had crackled along the distance between them and now she fantasised that he’d lifted her up, tugged her panties aside and fucked her hard, right then, right there. She gave a small groan at the thought, then pushed the thought away. She stumbled into the courtyard and found her seat among the other faculty and representatives.

What the hell’s the matter with me? She shook her head as the thought ripped through her. Was she so bereft of a sex life that she was imagining rough sex with a total stranger? Ummm yes. She sighed, shaking her head. The woman next to her gave her a strange look and Jess smiled sheepishly at her. The Dean was now at the podium talking, and Jess tried to concentrate on what he was saying.

‘...head of the multinational property corporation that has not only specialized in high-end properties but also worked closely with Habitat for Humanity to bring much-needed shelter to those in need around the world. I’m pleased to introduce Theodore Storm to you.’

Jess felt her heart flutter as the guy from the corridor stepped up and shook hands with the Dean. Her first glimpse of him had not done him justice. He was gorgeous, a Greek god amongst his serfs. His expression was serious but kind, and there was a smile on his full mouth. Looking at him was like staring at the sun; Jess decided it was dangerous, risky, a threat to sanity, but she tried to look away and couldn’t. As he began to speak, his low, melodic tone made his speech even more compelling, and Jess was gratified to hear him speak of opportunity and of hard work.

‘You’ll hear a lot from other about how this is your time...,’ Theo Storm fixed his audience with a confident and authoritative stare, ‘...and maybe it will be. What they won’t tell you is just how hard you will have to work if you want to achieve even one percent of your ‘dreams’. Nothing – nothing – will be handed to you in this world. I say this as someone who grew up in a poor family. Yes, now I can live comfortably as anyone – but it took every ounce of everything I had to get there. Determination, willingness to work every minute of every hour. There was a point when I lived in my car to save on rent money.’ There was a murmur in the crowd, and Theo grinned, shrugging good-naturedly. ‘I know, a property mogul living in his car. But,’ – his face turned serious again – ‘that’s what it takes. That kind of sacrifice. If you’re just interested in the latest iPhone and the latest cool sneakers, as soon as you graduate, then go work for someone else, do the nine-to-five. Some among you will do that – and believe me, there’s nothing wrong with it if that’s all you’re looking for. Me, no. I couldn’t. I believe in going after what I want.’

He looked directly at Jess, caught and held her stare, and held it and held it. Jess felt her heart falter then quicken, her cheeks flame scarlet as they gazed at each other. The silent crowd started to murmur, and Jess was aware of the people turning to gaze at her. A minute turned to two, then Theo cleared his throat and smiled at her.

‘There are always things beyond our reach seemingly,’ he spoke again, his even tone belying nothing of the fire burning in his eyes, ‘But the best way to combat that is this – pretend that it isn’t. Pretend you can have anyone – anything, I’m sorry, anything you want and you’re halfway there. So there it is. Thank you, Dean, for inviting me to speak, and finally, my last words of advice are these...’ Storm grinned at them, and the sharp angles of his face softened and became boyish. He laughed briefly, still gazing at Jess, who couldn’t help returning his infectious smile. Theo nodded at her slightly, then leaned into the mic, and he spoke his final words. ‘’Be excellent to each other... and party on, dudes.’’

Jess was still giggling as she made her way back to the art department. Theo Storm was rich, gorgeous and as funny as hell. The whole package, she sighed, almost with longing. She relayed what had happened to an appreciative Gerry.

‘Well, you got your wish,’ he said before returning to his work. Jess sighed, flushing slightly. Almost. Her mind flitteredback to that moment in the corridor, that feral need inside of her for Storm to take her in his arms and...

‘An Art Department with its own living, breathing work of art.’

His voice made her start and spin around. Theo Storm was leaning on the doorframe, grinning at her.

‘Hey,’ Theo couldn’t help but chuckle at her pained expression.

‘Um....hi.’ Her low voice, almost a purr, made his pulse quicken and his groin tighten. She was achingly beautiful, with big brown eyes, long dark hair, and a curvy figure, but it wasn’t that that drew Theo to this young stranger. It was her sense of humor and her obvious intelligence.

He was aware he was staring and her face was becoming redder and redder from his intense scrutiny. He stepped towards her and saw her quiver, glancing into an office at the side of the big room. He saw a middle-aged man bent over his desk. Theo looked back at the girl and held out his hand.

‘Come with me.’ He was gratified when, despite a little hesitation, she slid her little hand into his and allowed him to lead her out of the room

Jess had no idea where he was taking her. All she knew was she would follow him anywhere. He led her outside to a waiting limo, opened the door for him, and she slid into the back seat as if in a daze. He got in beside her and spoke to the driver, who nodded and then put up the privacy screen. Theo smiled at her, touching his finger to her cheek.

‘Hey there, I’m Theo.’

She swallowed, wanting to lean into his touch. ‘Jess...I’m Jess.’

Next to him, she felt tiny, dwarfed as he moved his body closer, his palm cradling her face.

‘Hi Jess...’ he whispered, his face close to hers and then his mouth was on hers. She sank into the kiss, his soft lips moving against hers tenderly, his tongue gently exploring hers. She moaned softly, and his kiss grew rougher, his breathing as labored as hers. He pulled her onto his lap and she curved her arms around his neck as his hands slid around her waist, his big thumbs stroking her belly in a way that made her weak.

‘Christ, you’re beautiful,’ he murmured against her mouth. She opened her eyes to find him gazing at her with clear green eyes. She gasped slightly as his hand slid between her legs and caressed her through the cotton of her panties.

‘I want you,’ Theo Storm told her and every cell in her body melted at his words. She nodded, wanting him to tell her more.

‘We’re going to my apartment, Jess, and when we get there, I’m going to peel that dress from your glorious body and fuck you all night long. You are mine now, understand?’

She nodded, breathless, speechless. Was this really happening? If it was a dream, then she didn’t want it to end. She wanted this man to possess her completely, to never wake up from it. He kissed her again, a long, intoxicating kiss that made her head spin and then the limo was stopping.

She didn’t remember how they got from the car to the elevator, all she knew was that once inside, Theo drew the spaghetti strap of her dress down and exposed her left breast, catching the nipple in his mouth and sucking on it. She gasped at the feeling and felt her legs quiver. She tentatively slid her hand down to his groin, the feel of his thick heavy cock huge against her hand and the hot length of it thrilling her. Theo moaned at her touch and smiled down at her.

‘It will be inside you very, very soon, Jessica.’ His hand, stroking her already wet panties, slipped inside the cotton and his fingers started to rub her clit, sliding along her cleft to her sex. He slid two fingers into her, moving them in and out of her. Jess’s head was swimming now, and she could barely hear the elevator stop. Theo swung her up into his arms and kissed her as he carried to her towards what she supposed was his bedroom. He set her on her feet, and true to his word, he unhooked the dress from her shoulders and let it slither to the floor. He dropped to his knees, burying his face in her soft belly, and she felt his tongue circle and dipped into her navel, his lips against her skin. God, she wanted him so badly. She tugged at him and he laughed at her impatience, sweeping her onto the bed. He stroked her face tenderly.

‘Okay, but this is the last time you get to set the rules, my Jess.’ She heard him unzip his fly, heard the condom snap on then he was pushing her legs apart and he plunged his huge cock into her. Jess almost screamed with pleasure as he fucked her harder and harder, her legs curling around him as she rode him. He pinned her hands above her head, his hips grinding into hers so roughly she felt pain but she didn’t care, she wanted to take all of him in, feeling him pounding her into otherworldly pleasure. She came again and again, but he kept on, his massive cock driving into her deeper and deeper until she was crying with pleasure. She felt him come, finally, his amazing body jerking and shuddering with the force of his climax. He stayed inside her as he shivered to a stop and then kissed her so passionately that it made her head swim.

‘Jessie, Jessie, Jessie...’ The way he spoke her name, a name no one else called her, in a way was so intimate, so tender that she wanted to cry. He buried his face in her full breasts, breathing her in, catching his own breath. She cradled his head for a moment then as he shifted so he could look at her, she placed her palms flat against his immense, hard chest, marvelling at the feel of his solid body. His face had softened from the sharp angles of his arousal now and he smiled down at her.

‘Well, hello.’

She chuckled. ‘Hello,’ she suddenly felt shy, ridiculously, incongruously. Theo brushed her lips with his.

‘Jessica... I wanted you from the minute I saw you in that hallway. This morning I had a wicked hangover and a speech to give. I didn’t expect to find a goddess.’

She blushed furiously at his words and suddenly felt vulnerable. Was he giving her a line? Why bother now he’d already had her?

Theo was studying her expression and he stroked her face with his big thumbs. ‘No bullshit, I swear. But I did. I had to have you.’

He touched the pad of his thumb to her bottom lip then drew it down the centre of her body. Her belly quivered as he splayed his big hand across it. Jess couldn’t look away from his gaze and she reached up tentatively to brush her fingers along the dark circles under his eyes. He smiled as she did.

‘Hard night, last night’, he explained. ‘If I’d known, I’d have gotten more rest so I was ready...’

‘Ready for what?’ Her heart was beating fast, her voice barely a whisper. Theo Storm kissed her again, a deep, throaty chuckle rumbling through his body.

‘To fuck you all night long, beautiful Jess, all... night... long.’

Jess woke in the middle of the night, thirsty. Beside her, Theo slept, his handsome face relaxed and sleeping. He looked much younger, almost boyish. He was on his side, facing her, his hand splayed across her belly protectively, his lips pressed against her shoulder. ‘Wow’, Jess mouthed to herself, grinning. She couldn’t really believe what had happened in just a few hours. Feeling her throat protest, she slid carefully from under his grip and out of bed.

The night was cool on her skin and she shivered. Snagging his shirt from the floor, she wrapped it around her body: it was so big it fell almost to her knees and wrapped around her petite body nearly twice. She grinned, burying her face in the fabric to catch his scent. Fresh and woodsy, clean linen. She padded into the kitchen and grabbed a glass from the sink, rinsing it and filling it with water. She drank an entire glass then refilled it, wandering out into the living room. Three walls were made entirely of glass and now she wandered over and looked down to the streets below, leaning her hot forehead against the cool glass.

Theo had kept his word and had thoroughly and expertly fucked her until she was exhausted, his complete domination over her body making her limbs liquefy, and her senses explode.

Now, here in the silence of the night, Jess wondered how she’d gotten here – how his sheer machismo and dangerous charm had overcome the rules she had set up for herself. Don’t let anyone get too close.

She reasoned that sex wasn’t the same as emotional closeness but then again... something told her Theo wasn’t one of those hit-and-run guys.

‘You should always be lit by the moonlight.’

She turned at the sound of his voice and grinned at him. He was leaning against the doorway, the way he had earlier, watching her. He smiled as she chuckled, and went to her. He slid his arms around as she smiled up at him.

‘That was so cheesy,’ she murmured, and he laughed, kissing her. He pulled the shirt open to reveal her body and she watched him as he admired the full breasts, the slight outward curve of her belly. He touched his fingertips to her cheek, and she leaned into his touch, her gaze locked with his. He bent his head and kissed her slowly, taking the glass from her hand and pulling the shirt from her body. Lifting her up, he pressed her back against the cold glass, and she gasped at the icy feel against her skin. She could feel his cock, so ram-rod hard as it nudged against her sex and she moaned with longing, the honey flowing from her to cover his shaft.

His expression was so fierce, so focused on her, that she felt a thrill of adrenaline spike through her. No-one had looked at her like that before, as if he wanted to own her, worship her. She wrapped her legs around his back as he supported her with his big hands, pressing her hard into the glass as he thrust into her. His immense strength made her feel as if she would rip in two as he drove relentlessly into her, his mouth grinding down onto her lips hungrily. He was so strong that he could hold her up with one arm, the free hand tangling in her dark hair, bunching it in his fist, holding her head still.

‘Jessica.... say my name.’

She gasped it out, barely able to catch her breath. ‘Theo...’

‘Again.’

‘Theo...’

He rammed his cock so deep into her that she screamed his name out again and again. Bright lights exploded in her vision as she came, but he was unrelenting, and Jess felt as if she were going to pass out. By the time he lowered her, gasping for air, she felt as high as if she’d mainlined heroin. Theo stretched out beside her, head propped up on his elbow, watching the rise and fall of her breasts as she caught her breath, his hand stroking lazily over her belly. Eventually, she grinned up at him,, and he bent his head to kiss her. She stroked the hard lines of his cheekbones. His eyes were soft, and looking into them, she felt as if she’d known him forever. He smiled, seeming to read her mind.

‘Jessica Wood,’ he spoke softly - she thrilled at the melodic low growl of his voice, ‘You are the best reason to stay awake all night long. I’d like to see you again... to show you more of my world, learn about yours’.  He bent his lips to hers and then locked his gaze onto hers. ‘I want to teach you about a world of pleasure that you’ve never even dreamed of.’

Her breath caught in her throat and a thrill of fear and pleasure mingled in her senses. His eyes were dark and dangerous, the sharp angles of his face even more defined by the darkness and the moonlight. He kissed her throat, then took each nipple into his mouth in turn and teased them until they were so hard they throbbed with pain. He pressed his lips against her belly and then looked up at her.

‘A preview. I promised you I was going to taste every inch of your skin. I‘m going to fuck you hard, Jessica Wood, so fucking hard. My tongue is going to go deep inside you, and you’re going to scream my name and beg me to fuck you. Are you on birth control, Jessica?’

Breathless, she nodded. He smiled. ‘Good. Because I want to feel your sweet cunt on my cock, Jessie, flesh on flesh. I want to fill you with my cum.’

His words were making her so wet she could barely speak, but she managed to gasp out, ‘I want to suck you.’

Theo grinned and flipped her so she straddled him. She moved down his glorious body, kissing his hard chest, the rippling stomach, taking his cock, so rigid and huge in her small hand, gliding her lips over the wide crest of it, feeling his body tense as she began to draw on it, her tongue teasing the tip. She could taste the sweet, clean skin, the saltiness of his pre-cum. She felt him tangle his fingers in her hair, the pads of his thumbs massaging her scalp. She dug her fingernails into the skin of his hips and heard his sharp intake of breath, his low, triumphant ‘Yes!’. His hips began to shudder as he neared his peak, and Jess felt his cock grow harder and then pulse as he shot into her mouth over and over.

Just as quickly, he moved her onto her back and pushed her legs apart, his mouth hungrily clamping onto her sex, his tongue lashing around her clit, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud, the folds of her labia swelling and pulsing with arousal. She reached for his head, but he grabbed her hands and held them to her sides. His tongue swept along her cleft and delved deeply into her and she nearly screamed at the feel of it. Her entire skin vibrated with ecstasy, almost unbearable pleasure, and when she came, she let herself go, forgot everything else but his touch, his mouth on her. She had no time to recover before he plunged his cock into her again, roughly pressing her legs further apart, making her hips ache. He kissed her and she wrapped her arms around his neck, never wanting to let go, never ever ever...

The sun was streaming through the bedroom windows when she opened her eyes. She glanced over to the clock on the nightstand. Eleven-thirty. Shit. She bolted upright and then remembered – it was Saturday. She heard a commotion from the kitchen and got up, snagging Theo’s shirt again. She padded through the apartment, following the scent of food.

Bare-chested and wearing some grey jogging pants, Theo had his back turned to her as he flipped pancakes onto a plate and she slid her arms around his back. He started a little, then pushed the frying pan to the back of the stove and turned the gas off.

‘Hey! You’re up.’ He turned in her arms and kissed her, obviously delighted at seeing her. ‘I missed you. How did you sleep?’

She pressed her mouth against his. ‘Wonderfully, thank you.’

It was true: the first time in months, maybe even a couple of years that she had actually slept right through. Usually,she woke every half-hour or so, listening for any noises, any intruder. Jules was to thank for that: the night he’d broken into her apartment, beaten her badly, and broken her ribs.

But last night, wrapped in Theo’s big arms, she had felt safe. She knew it was ridiculous, but she felt she had known him forever, not just for the few hours she had. She smiled up at him now, and he smoothed the hair away from her face.

‘Good.’ He bent his head to kiss her slowly, deeply, and she sighed, her body relaxing into his. ‘Mmmm. I made you breakfast, but now I’m thinking I should maybe help you work up an appetite.’

Her smile widened, and she arched an eyebrow at him. ‘And how will you do that, sir?’

He laughed, cocking his eyebrow up. ‘I can tell you, but I’d rather just show you.’

She kissed him. ‘What did you mean last night.... a new world of pleasure?’

He smiled. ‘Forgive my assumption, but something tells me you’ve never been made love the way a beautiful, exciting woman like you should be. Am I wrong?’

She smiled slightly. ‘Until last night.’

He chuckled, kissing her to thank her for the compliment. His lips moved to her ear. ‘That was nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you, my beautiful Jess.’

Sharp spikes of pleasure jagged through her at his words, her breath catching in her throat as she gazed up at him into those gorgeous green eyes. She touched his face gently, noticing the strong jaw, the aquiline nose, and the dark, thick eyelashes. His expression, she realised, could look so hard, almost dangerous but when he looked at her...

Theo slid his arms under her and lifted her onto the counter, his lips seeking hers. Jess wrapped her legs around his waist as he slid the shirt from her shoulders. Reaching down, she cupped the hard length of his cock through the jogging pants – Christ, he was so big, and under her touch, he grew bigger and harder every moment. He grinned at her, a lazy, love-drunk look in his eyes as she slipped her hands inside his pants and freed his cock, her hands working up and down it. Theo nipped her earlobe with his teeth.

‘Lay back for me, beautiful...’

She did as he asked and felt him push her legs apart; his big fingers spread the lips of her sex, teasing her with the tip of his cock. Theo pressed his lips against her belly, his tongue tracing circles around her navel, making her moan with pleasure. She heard his low chuckle.

‘Sensitive belly, huh?’

She nodded, too lost in desire to speak. Theo buried his face in her belly again, just briefly, before pushing her legs open as wide they would go. He slid his cock into her slowly – too slowly – grinning as she gasped with anticipation. He pushed himself into her until their hips ground together, and as he began to thrust, he kissed her.

‘I love your belly,’ he told her, ‘it’s the softest, most sensual, most fuckable belly in the world.’

His thumb stroked her belly, then dipped into the hollow of her navel and began to mimic the thrust of his cock, finger-fucking her belly button. Jess groaned at the sweet pain of his thumb pressing into her flesh, and Theo smiled triumphantly.

‘That’s it, Jessie, let go now... let yourself go.’

He was fucking her so hard that it shook a glass from the counter but neither of them paid any heed to the glass shattering on the floor. Theo groaned as he neared his peak, burying his face in her neck.

‘I’m going to come on that beautiful belly of yours,’ he whispered, and she moaned so beautifully that he laughed aloud. ‘You like that, don’t you?’

She nodded, and then her body tensed and jerked with her orgasm. Theo pulled out and came, shooting thick streams of cum onto her belly, groaning with his own climax. Not letting her catch her breath – he was getting good at that – he swept her from the counter and carried her back into the bedroom. He lay her on her stomach and covered her body with his. He took her buttocks in his hands, parting them gently. Jess was gasping, shaking, still trying to catch her breath when he whispered in her ear, his voice a sensual purr.

‘May I?’

Breathless, she nodded then moaned as he slowly pushed into her ass. Pain shot through her but unexpected pleasure, a new kind of thrill. Theo moved, slowly, expertly as yet another orgasm shivered through her body and finally he came too, collapsing down on top of her, panting, his body weight heavy on her.

‘God, I could fuck you forever, Jessie,’ he murmured into her ear and deftly flipped her onto her back so he could look at her. Her skin was flushed pink, her dark hair matted to her skin with sweat. Theo looked down at her. ‘Are you in this with me, Jessie?’

Staring up into his eyes, Jessica Wood could do nothing but nod. Yes. Yes. Yes.

Much later, famished, they ate the cold pancakes and took a long, hot shower together. Jess bunched up her underwear and stuffed it in her bag, slipping her dress back on. Theo, dressing, watched her amused. ‘So I’m supposed to think about anything else but the fact you’re naked under there?’

She grinned and flashed him, making him laugh and reach for her. She skipped out of his way and darted into the living room, giggling. Theo, with his pants halfway up his legs, stumbled after her, arms outstretched, moaning like a zombie. He caught her and tumbled with her onto the sofa. Jess was laughing uncontrollably, the tears pouring down her face, and he kissed them away.

Jess caught her breath. ‘You are a CEO, Mr Storm, such behaviour is frowned upon.’ Theo grinned, his hands sliding under her dress, and she smacked them away playfully. ‘And you are insatiable.’

A cell phone started squawking from the bedroom, and reluctantly, they both got up to check.

‘Mine,’ said Jess and Theo watched as her lovely face clouded as she noted who was calling. She glanced at him apologetically. ‘I have to take this; it is family.’

Theo nodded. ‘Of course.’ He left the bedroom to her to give her privacy.  Whoever it was on the phone – she didn’t really want to talk to them, he guessed.  The stricken look on her face when she’d registered who was calling... hell, if anyone dared upset his girl...

Wow.  His girl.  Theo went into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water.  Really, man, your girl?  This fast? Theo clenched his jaw, trying to think straight.  She had completely enraptured him; all of his focus in the last – he checked his watch – eighteen hours had been on her, and now, yeah, he couldn’t imagine his life without her.

And yet, he knew next to nothing about her except she worked or studied at the college and that she was, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman that he’d ever laid his eyes on.  That soft honey-colored skin, those deep, deep brown eyes, that full, blush-pink mouth, her low throaty voice... damn.

He heard her talking now, her voice raised and he edge closer to the door, unable to stop himself snooping.

‘No, no, fuck you. You don’t get to run my life, Jules.  No...’ She sounded upset now, her voice breaking a little.  Theo went to the door of the bedroom.  She was turned away from him and he could see her shoulders shaking, her head bent low.

‘It’s none of your business where I am. How the hell did you even know I wasn’t at home? Jesus, why can’t you leave me alone?’

She sobbed, and her entire body slumped. Theo marched into the room, swept her into a hug with one arm, and took the phone from her with his free hand.

‘Call her again and I’ll end you, motherfucker.’ Theo shut off the phone and held the trembling Jess in his arms. 

He heard her sob twice, then stop, taking in deep breaths.  She pulled away, turning to wipe her face with her hands.

‘I’m so sorry about that,’ she said, her voice trembling.

‘Who was that?’

She tried to smile. ‘My step-brother.  He’s... a little bit of a control freak.’

Theo felt that she wasn’t telling him the whole story, but studying her, he knew that if he pressed her at this moment, she would clam up. There was plenty of time, he decided. She would tell him what she needed to when she needed to, and when she did, he would do everything in his power to make things right for her. 

It was then Theo Storm realized that he’d fallen for this tiny, beautiful mystery of a woman.  It took his breath away. She took his breath away.

He stroked the back of his hand down her face. ‘Jessie...would you spend the day with me?’

She hesitated, gazing up at him, the looked away. ‘I would honestly love to but I have to get back to my apartment.’

Theo swallowed his disappointment. ‘Your step-brother?’

She made a disgusted noise. ‘Regardless of what Jules thinks, I’m not at his beck and call. No, I have someone at home I have to care for.’

‘Kid?’

She smiled, shaking her head, amused at the worried look on his face. ‘Dog.’

His expression cleared and he smiled. ‘Please don’t judge me for that. But hey, look, I’ll drive you home. We can still hang out, right?’

Jess smiled but glanced around her surroundings. Her tiny studio was a world away from this place. Theo saw her expression and took her in his arms.

‘Whatever it is that concerns you, please don’t give it another thought. All this is just window dressing. Really, it’s the company’s apartment really. I just use it when I stay in the city. I have a much, much smaller home out on Bainbridge Island.’

Jess nodded. That explained the lack of home comforts, she thought, but still... her place was clean, tidy, and as comfortable as she could afford to make it, but...

Theo kissed her forehead. ‘Jessie, you could live in a cardboard box with a tin can for a shower and I’d still want to hang out with you.’

She kept her expression blank and said in a monotone. ‘I actually live under a bridge.’

Theo pretended to consider then held out his hand. ‘Well, it’s been good to meet you, but this is goodbye.’ He smiled before he reached the end of the sentence and Jess giggled, punching his arm. He pulled her into his arms, kissed her until her head swam. Theo gave a deep sigh and rested his head on the top of hers. ‘Could your dog wait a half hour?’

She giggled and extracted herself, tugging him to his feet. ‘Come on, Casanova, take me home.’

Back in her apartment, Theo had greeted her German Shepard, Stan, like an old friend and was, even now, play-wrestling with the dog onthe floor of her tiny studio. She watched them both, grinning widely as they played like puppies. An overexcited Stan backed into the small table, holding some of her books and knocking them over. Theo stopped, and both he and the dog looked so guilty that she burst out laughing.

She tugged Theo to his feet and moved to pick her books up.  He helped her, reading through the titles as he did, commenting. ‘Loved this.  And this.  Couldn’t get to grips with this, though,’ he said, holding up a book by the latest literary phenomenon, ‘How about you?’

She shook her head. ‘Turgid.  I’ve tried twice now and just...nope.’

Theo smiled and sat down on the sofa bed that took up a great deal of the room.  He looked around the small living area, dominated by books and art prints, paper, soft pastels, watercolors in small tubes spread across the table, and pencil sketches Jess had been toying around with.  He picked up a couple and studied them.  Jess watched him nervously. He smiled at her.

‘These are incredibly good.  Do you sell your art?’

She shook her head. ‘I just play around, really.  My work is mostly in art restoration; not that I’ve been working on anything big, just a few minor pieces at the university.  But no, to answer your question, I’m not nearly good enough to sell.’ She patted Stan as she spoke, suddenly shy.

‘I disagree,’ Theo said softly, and she flushed.

‘Thank you.’

He took her in his arms. ‘And I love your place. Reminds me of mine on Bainbridge.’

Jess looked askance, disbelieving. ‘Uh-huh okay.’

Theo laughed. ‘I will take you there, and you’ll see what I mean.  You and Stan.  There’s a good-sized garden he can run around to his heart’s content – and he’ll have a pal.  I have an English Cocker spaniel. She’s called Monty.’

‘She’s called Monty?’

‘Blame my four-year-old nephew.’ It was the first time he’d mentioned any of his family and Jess wanted to ask him more but then he kissed her, sliding his arms around her waist and pulling her down onto the sofa and she forgot everything else.

This time she didn’t stop his hands as they slid under her dress, but just as he began to slide two fingers in and out of her, her gasps of pleasure brought a bout of barking from Stan, which made them both collapse into laughter, but when he’d calmed down, they tried again Instantly the dog started barking. Jess sighed.

‘Moment’s over,’ she giggled as Theo defeated, sat up, shaking his head in mock disgust. Stan, unrepentant, and triumphant went to curl up in his basket, a huge doggy grin on his face. Theo swept a finger down Jess’s cheek.

‘So, you know how I was telling you about my place on Bainbridge... yeah, the bedrooms have doors.’ He pretended to scowl at Stan, which made Jess giggle again.  She wrapped her arms around him.

‘Well, Mr. Billionaire, if you have fancy things like doors, how can I resist?’

He caught her lips with his, kissing her until her head spun. ‘And when we get there, Miss Wood, I’m going to begin your education in love-making the Storm way...’

She moaned with pleasure as he kissed her throat and Theo chuckled. ‘The sooner we get to my place and I’m inside you, the better as far as I’m concerned...’

She gave a breathless laugh. ‘You are a machine, Theodore Storm...’

––––––––

He sat in the car parked across the street from her apartment and watched her leave with a tall guy he didn’t recognize.  Jealousy, rage curled in his gut as Julién Gachet watched his step-sister, his Jessica, as she talked and laughed with this stranger.  When the man bent his head to kiss her, Jules’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. Whore. She knew what happened when she dared to defy him, betray him.  Jessica belonged to him the moment his father introduced him to her and her mother, back when Jessie was a kid, just a teenager.  Jules always got what he wanted, and he had wanted her from the start.  Her frightened eyes when he crept into her room at night and put a hand over her mouth.  Shhh shhh, little Jess...

Now, watching her kiss this other man, this stranger, this bastard, her glorious body against his, Jules’s anger consumed him.  She would be reminded, he decided, reminded who she belonged to, who owned every cell in her beautiful body.

And if she would not fall in line, then she would have to die...

Play With Me

Theo watched her from the door. Christ, she was so beautiful, he couldn’t get enough of just looking at her. There were the times when her hair brushed his arm, or she’d reach up for something and her t-shirt would ride up, revealing a long expanse of her soft belly. His cock would harden, and it would be all that he could do to stop himself from taking her there and then.

Now, though - and he grinned to himself - the other patrons of the coffee house where Jess Wood worked might object to the live sex show.

‘Hey again.’ Her voice broke through his reverie, and he realized he had been blocking the door of the coffee shop. He stepped aside to let an elderly couple in. They smiled and nodded their thanks.

Jess smiled at him from behind the counter. She was already fixing his coffee the way she knew he liked it – Americano with an extra shot.

‘Hello to you, beautiful. Thank you.’ He leaned over the counter to kiss her as she slid the cup over to him. He took a sip, the hot liquid burning his tongue. He enjoyed the quick wash of pain. He put the cup down. ‘As always, perfect.’ He smiled. ‘How are you today?’

‘Much the same as yesterday,’ she grinned. ‘Can I persuade you to try a muffin today?’ She always asked and he always politely refused. He liked the fact she was trying to make a joke between them, it felt strangely intimate, even if it was just about baked goods. It was their ‘thing’. Theo chuckled at the thought and told her.

‘Funny,’ she murmured and leaned over to whisper in his ear,’ I thought our thing was fucking each other senseless.’

Theo laughed and caught her mouth with his. ‘You shouldn’t say stuff like that when we’re not alone.’

Jess glanced up at the clock on the wall. Ten of seven. The coffee house would close at seven, and then they could go back to his place or her place and get very, very naked.

Theo was watching her, a knowing look in his eyes. For a long moment, their eyes locked, a silent communication.

‘You have no idea what I’m going to do to you tonight, Jessica.’ Theo’s voice was low and steady, and he watched as her cheeks grew pink, her eyes wide and excited.

Ten minutes later, she locked the door and pulled down the shades. Theo stood in the middle of the room, watching her. She lowered the shades on the windows and turned off all the lamps so that only the glow from the coffee machines lit the room.

‘Stay where you are,’ Theo ordered as she started to move toward him. She did as she was told, smiling, her eyes soft with desire as he stalked around slowly. He circled her once, then nodded toward her.

‘Take your shirt off – slowly. Then your bra.’

She pulled the shirt over her head, unhooked her bra, dropped them both to the floor, and stood waiting, her hair tumbling over her shoulders. Theo moved to face her, tracing the shape of her lips with the pad of his thumb, then running it gently down her body, between her breasts, over her stomach until it rested in her navel. Jess was trembling now, and Theo grinned as he saw the arousal in her eyes. His hand drifted down under her denim skirt, brushing her inner thigh. He was gratified at her sharp intake of breath but took his hand away, moving to unbuckle his belt and remove it. He pulled her hands behind her back and bound them with the leather, his lips against her soft throat.

‘Jessie,’ he murmured, ‘If you want me to stop...’

‘No,’ she interrupted him, and he chuckled, straightening so he could look into her eyes.

‘Let me finish, beautiful,’ he said gently, his clear green eyes locked onto hers. ‘We are going to do some things you might find.... challenging. I’ll promise you two things – I will not hurt you unless you want me to. And if you say stop, we stop. No questions, no guilt. I want you to enjoy what I’m going to do to you.’

She nodded, breathless, and he stood back for a moment, admiring her in the soft light. Then, he pulled his own shirt off and dropped to his knees in front of her. Sliding her skirt down, he buried his face in her belly as his fingers wound around the sides of her panties and pulled them down. Jess gave a small moan as Theo’s tongue traced down the midline of her belly and dipped into the hollow of her sex. His tongue lashed around her clit, priming it, the bud hardening and becoming so sensitive that Jess thought that she might explode. Theo gently parted her legs, and then his tongue was deep inside her, exploring, tasting. Jess gasped, wanting desperately to touch him but unable to, her bound hands straining against the leather. She heard him chuckle, and he stood, kissing her deeply, sliding his hands around her waist to link his fingers into hers. His eyes burned with an intensity that thrilled and scared her in equal measure.

‘Jessica,’ he murmured, rubbing his nose gently against hers, ‘I’m going to fuck you now.’

She barely had time to respond before he swept her onto one of the tables and pressed her body down with his own, her tied hands digging into the small of her back as Theo’s fingers parted the soft lips of her sex and his cock, so thick, so long, thrust into her. Theo hitched her legs around his hips as he fucked her, his strokes rough and deep, almost violent with his desire for her.

Jess lost herself in the delirium of being so expertly screwed by this gorgeous, virile man, not wanting it to ever end. She gasped his name and was rewarded by his triumphant smile.