FOREVER BELOVED (Billionaire Love Series) (9 page)

“I can kick you out of here!”

“Fine! I’ll go somewhere else.” She turned to
walk away from me.

“Oh no, you won’t!” I said, picking her up in
a fireman’s hold and slinging her over my shoulder with one
hand.

“Put me down!” she demanded, as her legs
flailed out in front of me.

I had always loved her curvy calves and I ran
my hand along her soft skin as she struggled.

“No! I’m not putting you down!” I yelled,
carrying her toward the office in the back.

I weaved my way through the thickening crowd
as Marla continued to struggle against me. I made it down the hall,
away from prying eyes. Once we were inside the office, I shut the
door and put her down.

“Where are we?” she questioned sharply.

“My office.”

“Why do you have an office at Scorch?” she
asked, glancing around at the dark green walls with wooden panels
running along the bottom third of the paint.

“Because I own the damn club.”

“Is there anything you don’t own?” she shot
back.

“Yeah, you.”

She shook her head. “That’s not happening,
Beau. You will never own me. I can’t be bought.”

“So you’ve made known. But I will not have
the mother of my child dancing like that in public.”

“Charlie’s not six, anymore,” she
countered.

It didn’t matter. “I didn’t get to do this
when he was six, so I’m doing it now.”

She narrowed her furious gaze at me. “That
doesn’t even make sense. You’re acting like I was some kind of
neglectful mother, who went out and partied all the time and I
wasn’t!”

“How would I know that? You could have been
fucking any Tom, Dick, or Harry walking around for all I know.”

“Like you, then?” she zinged back. “I bet you
don’t even know how many women you fucked in the last twenty
years.”

Same old fire.

Giving as good as she got.

God, she made me hot.

“You’re probably right, but it doesn’t really
matter. What matters is how you need to be fucked good.”

She gasped as I bent down and forcefully
claimed her mouth. She fought me for a second, but there was no use
denying our chemistry. I took possession of her beautiful lips as
she melted against me. My tongue played with hers as I fucked her
sweet, lush mouth.

She moaned in her throat, thirsting for more
as I held her close.

God, I wanted her.

Sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, I
slowed things down. I needed to extract every last morsel of
pleasure out of her.

Panting, she pulled back, her glance soft.
“Do you remember how good it was between us?” she asked, her doe
eyes filling with a vulnerability I didn’t want to acknowledge.

I wasn’t about to confess I remembered every
moment I spent with her. “You know...it’s a blur. We happened a
long time ago.”

“Then what do you remember?” she asked, as I
ran my hand down her side.

“How good the sex was,” I murmured hotly
against her ear before turning her around, so her backside was
against my body.

Her hands clutched at my thighs, desperate
for what I was offering. I pushed her up against the door, lining
my swollen cock up with her ass.

“Do you remember that?”

“Yes,” she gasped as she arched her back,
shooting her bottom into me.

We both groaned as I went from hard to steel
in an instant. My blood roared with the need to take her with the
same intensity I had in high school.

I sniffed her hair, lime and coconut this
time. “Why can’t I let you go?” I breathed against her ear.

CHAPTER TEN

Marla:

It was turning into a wild night.

I was trapped against the door, Beau daring
me to be as wicked as I wanted to be.

This wasn’t exactly what I had planned for
the evening.

It was much hotter.

But I couldn’t let Beau know that.

I turned back toward him. “I don’t know why
you can’t let me go,” I answered. “Maybe you just had it too good
with me.”

He scoffed. “That’s not it.”

“What is it, then?” I parted my lips, too
worked up to deny my attraction to him.

“We just need to get all our sexual tension
out of the way. I’ll do you good, Marla Matthews,” Beau promised in
a husky voice, his eyes roving over my mouth.

“No,” I managed to breathe out, but it
sounded more like a plea.

“Are you telling me you don’t want it?”

“Yes, I am. Not like this.”

“Like what? If I touch you like this?” He ran
his fingers down my right side. “Does that do anything?”

“Na-uh,” I said, even as shivers shot down my
back.

“And this?” He nuzzled my neck.

Oh, god. My favorite.

“No, not at all,” I squeaked out, more turned
on than I’d been in years.

He flipped me around, so my stomach was
pressed against the door again.

“You feel that?” His cock rubbed hard against
the cheeks of my ass.

“Yeah,” I purred before I could control
myself.

It was so damn hard to contain myself around
him. I bit my lip, trying to hold back another moan desperate to
escape out of me as his hands landed possessively over mine,
surrounding me in his hotness.

I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by his magnetic
presence as his hips pumped against mine, promising to ease the
ache. I arched back as his dick pressed urgently against my butt
cheeks, his desire very evident.

“Just give in,” he whispered against my
ear.

He ran his hands up my arms, across my back
and around my sides landing on my stomach. His fingers spread out
against my ribs, holding me in place as his other hand slid along
my hip and then down my leg.

“I’ve dreamed about touching you here.” His
hand skimmed along my inner thigh. “And here.” His hand tenderly
cupped me between my legs.

I gasped at his intimate touch as his fingers
moved gently against the cotton border of my panties.

“Still a cotton underwear kind of girl, huh?”
he asked, amused.

I giggled. “Yep, they fit me the best.”

“Yes, they do. I always liked the way they
molded to your hot ass,” he confessed against my back as his hand
dipped into my panties. “Oh yeah, I knew you were wet for me.”

I gasped again as I spread my legs, wanting
more as his fingers sunk deep into my pussy. He found my clit and
rubbed softly as I tried to tell myself I should walk away.
Now.

But pleasure was overriding my common
sense.

Oh...oh...he felt so good pressed against me.
He moved my hair to the side, kissing the spot between my neck and
shoulder as his fingers worked their magic. His touch was amazing;
I knew I was inches from giving in and surrendering to his need to
seduce me.

But, somehow, with the last shred of my
self-control, I removed his hand from my panties and turned back
around. I watched as he sucked on his two fingers covered in my
honey while his heated gaze told me how much he wanted to bury his
cock inside me.

Oh, dear lord. That just made me wetter.

“You want it?” His lips hovered over mine as
he put both his hands on either side of my head.

“I do, Beau. God, help me...I do!” My glance
pleaded with his smoldering one. “But I’m not interested in revenge
sex. You mean too much to me.”

His desire turned to suspicion. “Oh, cut the
crap.”

“I’m serious, Beau. This is too dangerous for
me.”

He scoffed as a loud knock came through the
door I was leaning against.

“I know you’re in there, Beau Shepard! You
better let my friend go!” Stacy hollered as she pounded away.

Thank god.

My hand found the doorknob and pulled before
I could talk myself out of it.

“Beau fuckin’ Shepard,” Stacy said as she
stepped inside Beau’s stylish office.

“Stacy fuckin’ Obermeyer.”

She broke out in a wide grin. “That’s right.
How the hell are you?”

Beau nodded curtly. “I’ve been better.”

She wasn’t fazed. “Okay. Everything all right
in here? Am I interrupting something?”

She knew very well, she was.

Beau wasn’t about to talk about it. “I’ll let
you ladies get back to your evening.”

Guess that was our cue to leave.

I grabbed Stacy and hauled her out of there,
back into the crowded club.

“What have you been doing?” she asked as I
dragged her through the million bodies between the door and us.

“You don’t want to know. Can we get out of
here, please?”

“Only if you promise to tell me what
happened.”

“I’ll tell you in the car.” I wiped my mouth,
which was still tingling from Beau’s kisses.

*****

Beau:

I paced the office after Marla left, primal
lust running through my veins.

I lost control whenever her sweet body was
close to mine. I was back in that damn greenhouse, fighting the
pull to possess her.

FUCK!

I couldn’t stand it.

I left the club, driving aimlessly around the
city. Restlessness gnawed at me as I fought a battle I was
unequipped to handle. I wanted to get some serious distance from
Marla.

So I flew to Tokyo the next day on the
pretense of a business deal, but really, I needed to get my head on
straight.

After meeting a business associate for an
elaborate tea ceremony, which involved sitting on the floor for two
hours, I wandered around a market bustling with activity and
breathing in the life of the bright city.

A constant flow of people streamed back and
forth as vendors sold exotic foods like fried crickets, octopuses,
and grasshoppers. I could smell rice cooking in the air along with
a pungent combination of soy sauce, exhaust fumes, and cigarette
smoke as I passed two old men yapping at each other and laughing
loudly.

They seemed to have life figured out.

I wished I did.

I continued to meander down the narrow
street, feeling completely anonymous. Just one of the crowd as I
was jostled along with all the people going about their daily
lives.

I breathed deep, trying to let go of
everything that was so fucked up.

Charlie wasn’t going anywhere. I couldn’t put
that genie back in the bottle.

I needed to give myself a chance to get to
know him, if he was still interested after our last meeting. Marla
seemed to think he wanted some kind of relationship, but I had my
doubts. What twenty-two year old kid wanted to get to know a dad
who hadn’t ever been there for him?

I sure as hell wouldn’t.

It tore me up every time I thought about
Charlie. I knew what it was like to have a shitty dad, but at least
he had been around all my life. It was a hundred times worse when
your dad didn’t even show up.

I didn’t know how to fix this mess or make it
better. Money wasn’t going to do anything. It was useless unless I
wanted to bribe the kid and I wasn’t interested.

It was going to have to be me as a man.

I hadn’t taken an emotional risk since Marla.
I had shut that part of me down. Life was easier when I didn’t
care.

But that attitude wasn’t going to fly
anymore.

I hated to admit it, but having a son was
changing me, a little bit at a time.

*****

When I got back, I refocused my efforts to
get to know Charlie. I called him up and asked if he wanted to play
some hockey. He readily agreed, so a couple of days later I
arranged a little ice time for us.

The glide of my skates took me back ten years
as I stepped onto the ice at the Baltimore Arena. I could almost
imagine the crowd there, cheering the Gators on.

Memories rushed through my mind as I
remembered the nervous flip-flop of my stomach and the surge of
adrenaline pumping through me as a game started. I missed that
feeling. Missed what it meant. My career had ended too soon.

But I couldn’t complain. Life had showered
money and power on me. It was good to be king with unlimited
resources that allowed me to vet people anytime I wanted to.

My usual procedure when I wanted the goods on
a person was to have my security team comb through someone’s life
and give me a detailed breakdown of everything I needed to
know.

But I didn’t want that with Charlie. My
intent was to get to know him the old-fashioned way, by spending
time with my son. I had no idea if Charlie played sports growing
up, but I hoped he had my love of hockey.

At the moment, I was kinda wishing I had the
report.

I knew I was in trouble, when he came blazing
onto the ice, like he was in a bad version of Blades of Glory. He
wore a blue and white camouflaged speed skating suit as he swept
across the rink.

Leaning forward, he had one leg up in the air
behind him while his arms were out straight in front of his body.
He looked good for about two seconds until he wobbled badly and
went down in spectacular fashion, crashing into the boards.

“You all right?” I asked as I helped to
steady him on his feet.

“I’m fine,” he said, teetering on his feet
like a newborn foal as he got up from his spill.

It didn’t get better from there.

The next thirty minutes were very amusing,
but my patience was wearing thin. When I tried to show him how to
score a goal, he abandoned his stick, shooting the puck with his
hand and chasing it like he was participating in a curling
tournament. And that was after he sang, “Row, Row, Row Your Boat,”
as loudly as he could, trying to create an echo off the walls of
the arena.

Currently, lying on the ice, he was moving
his arms and legs up and down, trying to make some kind of ice
angel.

“Are you having fun?” I asked as I leaned on
my stick, studying his gleeful movements.

“Yeah, it’s so warm in here,” he said in a
voice that reminded me of Will Ferrell in Elf.