Body and Soul (4 page)

“Why don’t you sit, Robin,” Maggie is behind me telling me to sit.

“Why did it take you so long?” Edward is asking Maggie.

“I had a call and I needed to make arrangements concerning our engagement. I need your jet to fly me back in the morning.” And she turns to Ryan. “I will need you to go along with me.”

Ryan didn’t protest. Why would she leave me with Edward knowing how he feels about me or I feel about him.

It was about one o’clock in the morning when we left the hotel and headed back to Edward’s home. I talked to Ryan a few minutes. I asked him why he had to leave with Maggie. He said his sister needed him and he had to do something important for her. I needed him for company and I couldn’t wait to get out of the limo and into my room.

Edward and Maggie were laughing and talking and she would kiss his ear as she watched at my face. I wanted to tell her that I didn’t want her man but I did because she didn’t deserve him.

Ryan escorted me in the house and when I watched at Edward and Maggie stroll into the bedroom, I wanted to die, because I imagined what they were doing. Maybe he was taking her in his room behind the closet, and doing things to her he said he would do to me. I passed Wayne’s room and it was quiet. Maybe they had finally gone to sleep, but I couldn’t sleep well. I tossed and turned all night and dreamed that it was Edward taking me into his arms and pounding inside of me with his lust and arousal.

I woke late and Wayne and Alexis had eaten and gone for a jog and hike. I expected to see Maggie and Edward sitting and kissing but no one was there. Then Edward walked into the dining room. His just fucked hair falling in layers, or looking to be fucked hair, messy and sexy. He wore no shirt over his hard muscular chest. His biceps firm when he reached for a gold trimmed plate. He did have the grace to wear a pair of black silk pajama bottoms. I can imagine what kind of action they saw last night.

Edward looks over at me and reaches for coffee and muffins, “Where is everyone?”

Looking up at him, Edward is unaware of how handsome and desirable he is to a nineteen year old. He’s the original sin.

It’s sinful how handsome a man he is. It’s a sin that I can’t fuck him now at this table. It is a sin that I can’t have what I want and desire, now.

I’m still thinking about how he appeared to be turned off by realizing that I was Wayne’s sister and he saw me when I was sixteen.

I want to shout,
I’m no longer that little girl. I’m a woman now. Take me and make me yours.
He glances up at me. Did you do something with your hair?”

“No. I still have black hair.” He looks at me smiles and shakes his head.

“If I were into little girls...”

“You didn’t talk like you were speaking to a little girl last night.”

“I was drunk,” he says smiling.

“Tell that to Maggie, and I’m not a little girl. I’m a woman.” My eyes are fixed on him.

“As I was saying, if I was into a little girl who think she’s a woman, I would take her over my knee...”

“Bring me into that room of yours behind your suits...” He looks up at me, one eyebrow raised, and his mouth takes a hard line.

“What do you know about my room?”

“I stayed long enough in there to see what you were hiding.”

“I wasn’t hiding anything. Now I know I should spank that beautiful brown ass of yours and don’t tell me a word. I saw how pretty and inviting it is. That’s why I want to spank it but I won’t. You aren’t mine.”

“I can never be yours if that’s how you think. Does Maggie know about your room?”

“Maggie is the one who suggested it.”

“So that’s how she holds you,” I say to him, and because he doesn’t deny or affirm what I say, I know it’s the truth.

His eyes narrow and he stands looking down at me. He’s angry. Good. I want him and he acts as if it’s unrealistic when it comes to having a relationship with me. I’m wondering what he is thinking. He walks hurriedly over to me and takes the glass out of my hand, puts it down, and takes my hands and pulls me up from the table. His eyes are like steel. Hot blue steel.

“What are you doing? You are manhandling me.” I’m laughing inside. I want him to do this. I’ve goaded him and waited for his armor to crack.

“What I should have done when I found you naked in my closet.” He takes me into his room. I’m not kicking and biting his wrists anymore. He leads me to the hidden door and opens it and switches on the light. “Look around, is this what you want?”

“I want you,” I say innocently. I look up and around. “This is not you.”

“How do you know who I am?” He says to me his eyes burning through me.

“I promised you that I would paddle your ass and you are going to get it.” He’s untying and pulling down my lounge pants, after he sits on a large bench. I’m standing looking down at his silky dark hair as if I’m a deer in headlights. I run my hand through his hair and he lays his head on my mound and holds me around my waist for a moment. His breathing is rushed and intense.

Edward’s hands are warm on my butt as he continues to ease down my pink panties, and when they hit my ankles, I step out of them. I have nothing on my ass but his warm hands. I raise my cotton top over my head. He’s kissing my stomach as his breathing accelerates and his head is moving back and forward. Edward’s hand his smoothing my mound and then he picks me up and places me on a table.

“Are you going to make love to me here on this table? Why not your room?” He doesn’t answer.

He ties my hands to the table and my legs. I’m naked and Edward is standing before me with clothes on, and I think he’s going to take me but he says, “I never have sex in my bed.” His eyes are deep. “This is where I fuck. This is the only place I’m able to perform what satisfies me.”

I look around for the first time, and I see for the first time, elaborate chains hanging from the ceiling and riding crops and ropes. Maybe he can change. Maybe I can change him. I make the mistake that many women make; thinking I can change a man.

“You can never be a part of my life because this is how my sexual life is.”

“Then why did you bring me in here? And tie me up.”

“For this. I’m not going to take your virginity from you that is for another man to do.”

“But I want you to do it.”

“You are young. You don’t know what you want.”

“I know I want you, and I will always want you.” He looks at me and goes to his knees and places his mouth over my clit. My bud immediately begins to quiver in his mouth, and we are both breathing as if we were jogging together. “Oh Edward, that’s unbelievable.” I hiss through my teeth trying to contain my breath.

He’s licking my folds and sliding his tongue up and down. I’m feeling as if heat is traveling through me and the electricity is searing me down to my toes. He stands and looks at me and leans forward and he’s kissing my nipples and they are rigid and firm in his mouth.

Edward looks at me and says, “I can stare at your beautiful body all day and put my tongue and finger there, but I know I want more from you. Oh hell, what the fuck?” He unties the straps and picks me up in his arms and takes me to his bed. He gently places me on top of the covers, and he’s beside the bed watching at me, but he hasn’t taken off his black silk bottoms.

He’s standing trying to decide. Then he disrobes. He has made up his mind to make love to me. “I’m going to eat your pussy and if you still want me to take your virginity then tell me.”

Proceeding slowly he’s leaning over me and gives me a kiss. The kiss is warm and soft. He flicks his tongue in my mouth. “I like the taste of you on my mouth. I like the smell of you,” he says his voice warm and seductive.

His beautiful hard chest moves when he raises his head to inhale, when he speaks to me in his low voice; his blue eyes penetrating my gaze.

“Stay quiet and don’t move. I’m going to make love to you.” There is no way in hell I would move or go anywhere because he’s going to make love to me in his bed.

Holding on to my breasts he moves his mouth to my mound and he slides low and then his hands raise my legs and place them on his shoulders. Holy shit nothing can be more personal than this. He pulls me to him and his head is between my legs. His mouth is covering my bud.

I feel his tongue touch my clit and it responds in a violent shaking motion and he moans because he appears to enjoy it. He slows down because he knows if he continues I could have an orgasm fast. He doesn’t want that. He wants us both to enjoy it. He slows down the movement of his tongue and then he places a finger in my opening.

He places two fingers and twirls it around. My muscles are tight. No man has been there before and he knows it. He places another finger in and now I have three of his fingers trying to open me up for his hard cock. That was three too many what with him sucking on my bud and his fingers hitting every nerve in my pussy, I went over the edge, and I screamed.

“I’m coming, Edward. I want you to fuck me and break my hymen. Take my cherry. Do what you want to me because I want you more than anything.” He pulls me to him and sticks his tongue in my opening, and it’s seizing his tongue. I’m that tight and he knows it. But I’m moving around and screaming, “Fuck me, now.”

Edward rushes over me. I hold his penis in my hand and his hand is over mine ready to place his hard cock over my opening. With one push, the crown of his penis is inside of me, and I let out a scream and bite his shoulder. His body quivers and shakes from the feeling of being inside of me for a moment.

Someone knocks and I hear the door open but my body is moving violently under Edward because I want his dick in me.

“Oh shit, Edward. What are you doing? You’ve just fucked up my life.” He turns on his back and sees that it’s Alexis with her hands to her mouth.

“What are you doing to my baby sister?” It’s Wayne standing there, too. Wayne rushes over to me and throws a shirt over me and pulls me from the bed and turns to Edward.

The End of Part 1

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Billionaire Twins: Two The Hard Way

Prologue

Ross Westlake stands and walks from his desk and circles me, stops, and looks down at me gazing up at him. I manage to maintain eye contact although he makes me nervous because he is so damn good-looking.  His compelling brilliant blue green eyes catches my brown eyes. 

The way he’s gazing at me, and from what I heard about him by way of water cooler gossip, I expect him to ask me to open my mouth where he can check its width, if only to see if his dick would fit. He tilts his head to the side and saunters back to his desk and he faces the Manhattan skyline. Then he swivels around facing me tucking his hands in his pockets.

He opens his spectacular mouth full of pampered white teeth to say, “You will stay on here, but I don’t think it’s time to make you a non-equity partner.” I’m ready to state my case but he interrupts me. “You are too young and not seasoned enough,” his voice is sexy and filled with innuendos.

“What do you mean not seasoned?”
Does he mean he hasn’t had a chance to get into my panties, and until then, I will be marinating until he’s ready for me.

I
’m restless and can’t sleep. I’ve been up half the night studying for an interview at Westlake’s law firm. I’ve worked my ass off there for two years trying to fit in but nothing I do will get me a promotion or make me a non-equity partner. I sent in my credentials directly to Ross Westlake and asked for an interview and he has agreed to see me.

I’ve watched the clock enough and it’s time to get up and shower. I suck in a large breath before sitting down for a cup of coffee. My roommate Zoey is still sleeping she worked late at the gallery getting ready for the showing of a client’s paintings. It’s time to have a quiet moment before I meet the notorious bad boy and owner of the firm.

After coffee I’m too wound up to eat and too nervous. This is my chance to make up for all the time I didn’t date and all the time I turned down a date because I had to work on weekends. Tossing away eight years seeking a law degree and then marry someone who couldn’t or wouldn’t help me pay for those years of going to law school was not an option.

Most black men I met, some were prosperous and some were not, but one thing they agreed on. “You must be crazy to pay for law school. Don’t you know there are too many lawyers hanging around? If you throw a paper cup in the trash you could hit one. Be a nurse. Now that’s a good profession.” I can see myself now as a nurse. Crying for the little children, crying if someone dies, the list goes on and on.

Then someone had another bright idea. “Be a teacher. That’s a respectable profession.” That it is but I can’t live on the salary especially in New York with apartments renting for three thousand dollars. And that’s with heat in the winter. 

I picked up my satchel, placed my resume and papers in I had been working on all night, and then I headed out to the subway. We lived uptown in Zoey’s mother’s apartment. It had been cheap and the rent was stable as long as no one bothered to check if there were new tenants. Her mother would show her face once a month to give the impression that she lived there but she resided in a swanky apartment on Fifth Avenue. She married well after Zoey’s father died plus she received a large insurance policy.

Zoey and I met at Columbia University Law School. I had come from Texas with a scholarship. It was my first time in New York and I was mystified at the energy and craziness of the city. I had no clue on how to navigate the subway or busses and the weather. The weather was wild. I never knew what to wear when I first got here.