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  “Of course. Forgive me for stepping out for a moment to handle some business. Surely you understand that some matters just can’t be put off.”

  Her smile widens as her shoulders relax. “Absolutely. And again, we can’t thank you enough for holding this event to raise funds for our organization. Our partnership has helped so many teens with building futures in business and gain work experience, keeping them out of trouble.”

  I clasp her hand in mine. “The pleasure is all mine.”

  I make my way to the stage and climb up the four steps positioned on one side. Applause rings out as I take my stance at the podium and fish my folded up speech from the pocket of my slacks, smoothing out the folds once I open the paper. I glance down at my words before lifting my eyes to take in the room full of people that honestly don’t matter much. I appreciate them opening their wallets to support an organization that my grandfather established ties with, but these people don’t leave lasting impressions on my life. There’s only one person besides my sister out there that I genuinely appreciate being here, and that’s Shayla.

  With no hesitation, I find her sitting in her chair where I left her and flash her a smile before I begin speaking. The one she returns to me speaks of admiration, even though I know a part of me doesn’t deserve it. But if this event can help convince her that I’m a decent human being, perhaps that will help alleviate the sting when she finds out my faults later on.

  “Good evening,” I say, addressing the crowd. “My name is Wesley Morgan, although I’m sure almost everyone in the room knows that by now.” A collective chuckle rings out. “I want to thank you all for being here tonight to support the Hope for Kids Foundation, a non-profit that dedicates time and money in the community of Los Angeles to support teenagers in their pursuit of work experience and productive involvement in their community. The money raised tonight will be split between recreational centers in the Los Angeles area for supplies, equipment, and classes that teens can take in their spare time, and it will also help fund the internship program with Morgan Hotels that my grandfather initiated. It is incredibly difficult for teens to gain work experience since most businesses don’t want to hire them. With strict working restrictions and lack of experience, most employers won’t give a young man or woman the opportunity to develop a strong work ethic and build their resume. My grandfather saw this problem and was eager to help solve it. Through this program, teens are hired and trained to work in multiple levels at Morgan Hotels, building confidence and skills that they can take to future jobs and boast about on college applications. However, quite a few actually decide to stay on with our company and work their way up through the business, establishing a life-long career.”

  I take a deep breath and then prepare for the last bit. “My grandfather understood the value of hard work and taking pride in building something from the ground up, as he did when he bought and developed the first Morgan Hotel. He would be proud of how far this organization has grown, and I hope to keep his legacy alive for many generations to come. So, please dive deep into your checkbooks and donate to a deserving cause by investing in the future generations of our community. I know that without his guidance, I would not be the businessman I am today. Thank you.”

  Another round of applause rings out as I fold up my papers and make my way down the other side of the stage, rounding the front of it to arrive at my table and take my seat next to Shayla.

  “Grandpa would be proud,” Waverly whispers with moisture in her eyes as the head of Hope for Kids starts her speech.

  “Thanks, Wave.”

  “You did great,” Shayla says, reaching for my thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze. “And the nod to your grandpa was so sweet.”

  “I owe him everything,” I reply while silently thinking that maybe he had a part in bringing Shayla to me.

  Shayla reaches for her champagne. “I wish I knew about this program when I was a teen. I definitely would have taken advantage of that opportunity.”

  “It’s grown considerably in the last ten years because of funding raised at these events. Twice a year I go to some of the local high schools and promote it as well. Our numbers are only continuing to grow.”

  “That’s incredible. Chloe and I probably would have eye-fucked you across the room if you’d shown up when we were in high school,” she teases as I laugh at her candor.

  Leaning in closer to her as I draw my finger across the back of her shoulders and neck, I whisper in her ear, “Well, now you get to actually fuck me later, so how’s that for growing up and reaping the benefits of delayed gratification?”

  “I’d say it’s better I met you now, isn’t it?” Shayla leans over and kisses me softly before we finish our meal and make small talk with the people at our table for the rest of the night. And regardless of how nervous she was earlier, the woman handles herself with the poise and sass that I love about her, making me even more eager to get her alone at the end of the night and under me.

  ***

  It’s after midnight by the time the limo drops us off at my house. And even though I should be ready to pass out for the night, the exact opposite is occurring. My body is humming with desire as I watch Shayla saunter up the steps of my home in front of me, teasing me with the sway of her hips in the black dress that has been taunting me all night. She flicks her gaze over her shoulder as she stops and I crash into the back of her, pressing my erection against her backside so she has evidence of what she’s done to me and what I’m about to do to her.

  “I hope you’re ready for what I have planned for you, Shayla,” I growl in her ear as my hands travel up and down her arms while I dart my tongue out to claim the part of her neck exposed to me from this angle.

  On a breathless whisper, she replies, “I’ve never been more ready for anything.”

  I move around her, unlock the door, and then pull her inside, slamming it closed behind us. With one purpose on my mind, I pull her behind me as we climb the staircase on the left of the entryway, leading to the side of the second story of the house where my bedroom resides.

  The click of Shayla’s heels behind me sets a rhythm that my heart is trying to match, but the pounding of blood rushing through my body is too strong for anything to mimic.

  Once we’re inside my room, I spin Shayla around by her hips and push her into the back of the door. “You have been such a fucking tease all night, baby.” I hold my lips just a hairs breath away from hers as I feel the rush of air leaving her mouth.

  “How are you gonna punish me?” she whispers breathlessly.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard, sweetheart. I want you to feel me between your legs for days. I want you to remember who you belong to.”

  “Wes,” she whines, gripping the lapels of my jacket and pulling me closer to her as she grinds her hips against my erection. “Give me everything you’ve got.”

  I don’t say another word before I smash my lips to hers, stealing the breath from her lungs and pressing her into the door so hard that she might become one with the piece of wood. Her hands shove my jacket from my shoulders and I toss it to the side before burying my hands in her hair, pulling roughly on the strands near her scalp.

  As our lips and tongues tangle, I pull her to me and then spin us around, backing up to the floor by the foot of my bed as I reach for the zipper on the back of her dress. With one tug, I slide the metal down and then slowly peel the fabric down her body, dropping to my knees as I do. Shayla steps out of the dress just as I glance up and realize she’s not wearing any underwear.

  “Jesus Christ,” I mutter as I stare at her completely naked body, no bra either. “Have you been like this all night?”

  “Well, that dress wasn’t very kind to panty lines, Wes, which wasn’t fun as you made me wet multiple times throughout the evening.”

  I run my hands up the back of her legs and find her silky ass, gripping the globes roughly and then squeezing them as she moans. “It is so unfair how exquisitely perfect you are, baby.”
I kiss her thighs, her hips, and then her mound right above where I know she wants me. “And this belly button ring,” I growl as I dart my tongue out and swirl around the metal bar piercing through her skin, her breath catching as I do. “It’s driven me crazy since the first time I saw it.”

  “Wes, touch me please. I’m aching.”

  As soon as she says the words, I realize my dick is throbbing in my slacks as well. But I’m not done torturing her yet.

  “I want you begging for my cock, Shayla, by the time I give it to you.” Another press of my lips on her bare mound, another drag of my tongue across her flesh.

  “I already am. Please, Wes,” she moans.

  Nudging her legs open wider with my knees, I get comfortable on the floor in front of her and then press my nose to her slit, breathing in her arousal before swiping my tongue between her folds.

  “Oh God, yes …”

  “That’s it, baby. Let me hear you.” I move in again, using my thumbs to part her in front of me and locate her clit with my tongue, flicking the nub gently as her breathing quickens. I dive in head first and devour her pussy, dragging my tongue up and down, darting in and out of her, sucking her clit between my lips as she vocalizes all of the pleasure I’m giving her.

  I’m so dangerously close to coming in my slacks that I’m testing my own restraint by continuing to torture her.

  As I feel her body tighten, her hands grip my hair and pull me closer to her, I know she’s teetering on the brink of her orgasm. And as much as I want her to come in my mouth right now, I want to tease her a little more.

  I lean back and move to stand just as Shayla’s eyes pop open and stare at me in shock.

  “What are you doing?” she asks as I reach up and start unbuttoning my dress shirt.

  “Getting naked.”

  “I was about to come,” she grates out and all I do is smirk back at her.

  “I know.”

  “You’re not playing fair,” she pouts as she moves forward and unclasps my pants, pushing the fabric down just as I pull my shirt off of my arms and throw it off to the side. I step out of my pants as Shayla shoves her hand in my briefs, gripping and stroking my length with fervor.

  “Fuck, sweetheart,” I groan as her hand slides up and down my shaft, reaching down to cup my balls and then repeat the process.

  “Two can play at this game.” She drops to her knees and rips my briefs down my legs, not even bothering to wait for me to step out of them before her mouth finds my cock and she sucks me back deep in her throat.

  “Ah, fuck Shayla.” I watch her head bob up and down, loving how eager she is to take my dick in her mouth, how her tongue swirls around the head perfectly, how she drags her tongue up and down my shaft with enthusiasm.

  I feel a tingle at the bottom of my spine, which doesn’t surprise me since I was close to blowing my load anyway, but Shayla is on a mission to torment me the same way I did to her. Before she can finish me off, I grasp her shoulders and pull her up, capturing her lips with mine as I snake my hand down between us and run my fingers through her wetness. And she’s fucking dripping.

  “Someone likes my cock in her mouth,” I tease her.

  “I like your cock and your mouth,” she corrects me. “But please, Wes. I need you inside of me now. I’m about to explode.”

  I tug her bottom lip between my teeth, dragging it out as far as I can as she inhales sharply. “I think it’s time we both explode together, baby.”

  With her hand in mine, I guide her to the glass doors that lead out to my balcony, knowing that the trees that line my property will secure us with privacy. But I want Shayla pressed up against this glass so I can see her reflection in it as I fuck her, see her surrendering herself to me and the pleasure on her face while I pummel into her from behind.

  “Put your hands on the glass,” I command as we stand in front of the window, our reflection staring back at us. I wait as she slowly places her palms on the glass, spreading her fingers apart and then her legs. I take a moment to study the outline of her body, her hair draped down above her chest, just short enough so I can see her hardened nipples standing proud. Her toned stomach and bare pussy reflect back at me as well, enticing me even more being able to see her this way—so bare, so perfect, so beautiful.

  I wrap my hands around her, reaching for her breasts and pinching her peaks, twisting them just slightly so she moans from the touch and pressure, leaning her head back so it rests on my chest.

  “Are you on the pill, Shayla?” I ask in her ear as she nods. “Good. I want to feel you, all of you tonight, if that’s okay?”

  One of her arms reaches behind me so she can caress the back of my neck, pulling me even tighter against her. “Yes. I want that too.”

  My heart threatens to burst in my chest knowing this woman wants to take that leap of faith with me.

  “Lean forward.”

  Shayla puts her hand back on the glass, presses her breasts against it as well, and bows her back slightly, pushing her ass out to me. Caressing her skin, I pull her ass cheeks apart and then reach down to test her wetness, even though I know she’s more than ready for me.

  “Wes,” she whines as I run my fingers through her slit.

  “Patience, baby.”

  “I’m trembling, Wes. Please …” she moans just as I line my cock up to her entrance and slowly push forward. But I’m not met with resistance because Shayla is fucking dripping with arousal, allowing me to slide in effortlessly and be hugged by her tight, hot, core.

  I start to move as her moans fill the room, my grunts following each noise she makes as I squeeze her hips and thrust harder and harder into her, fucking her the way I promised her I would. She throws her head back and curves her back even further while I slam into her so hard, my balls slap her pussy repeatedly. She turns her head to the side, resting her cheek against the glass as the pressure of my thrusts have her sliding against the surface and pressing back against me for stability.

  “Part of me wishes that someone could see you right now. How fucking perfect and wet you are for me. How you’re giving your body to me, trusting me to please you,” I grate out. My eyes drift down to where we’re joined together as I watch my cock slide in and out of her wet heat, the silkiness of her pussy unworldly, the evidence of her wetness glistening in the light coming through the window.

  “Wes …” she moans while bracing herself up against the glass even more.

  I slam into her roughly, giving her a series of short hard thrusts as I slow down, causing her to gasp and my dick to twitch. “But then that would mean that someone gets to see what’s mine, and I can’t fucking stand that thought.”

  “Oh, God …”

  “Everyone’s eyes were on you tonight, Shayla, but I’m the only one that gets to see you this way.” I push forward harshly again as she shrieks and then lets out a satisfied moan. She pushes off the glass, leaning back against me so I have to adjust my stance to keep my dick inside of her, bending my knees slightly.

  “You’re the only one I want, Wes.”

  “Say you're mine,” I demand as I pick up one of her legs, holding her in place, and then pick my pace back up and feel her shiver in my arms, my other hand gripping her breast as I drag my cock in and out of her repeatedly.

  “I’m yours.” Her words unleash the last bit of resolve I have from handing myself over to this woman completely.

  I growl through clenched teeth, fighting my release as Shayla grows even wetter and I curse how incredible this moment is with her and how I don’t want it to end at the same time that I do. “Say it again.”

  “Wes!” she cries as I feel her clench around my cock before she can utter the rest, and then she screams out through her release, pulling me over the edge as well, striking my body with a rush of emotions as we climax together. I empty myself inside of her with no barrier between us, marking her and holding her in my arms before I release her leg as we catch our breath.

  “Wes,” she sighs as I feel
her collapse in my arms. I catch her before she falls and hoist her up, carrying her over to my bed where I gently deposit her on the sheets. I run to the bathroom to grab a warm washcloth, soothing the skin between her legs as I clean her up while she lays there with her eyes closed shut.

  Once I return to the bed, I pull her against my chest and breathe her in and relish in the feel of her in my arms.

  “You were so unexpected, Shayla,” I whisper in the dark. “But now I can’t let you go.”

  While planting a kiss to her temple, I let my heart trip down the edge of the cliff I’ve been teetering on, accepting that I am so far gone for this woman that there is no turning back now. Now it’s about keeping her, convincing her that I’m not a monster and that she’s safe with me no matter what.

  ***

  “Where are you headed to on a Sunday?” Grace’s voice startles me as she walks through the front door.

  “I believe the more important question is why are you here on a Sunday?”

  She holds up dry cleaning and a bag of groceries as she bypasses me and heads into the kitchen. “Well, I had the dry cleaning in my car from Friday and remembered we were out of a few things here, so I assumed just get those things taken care of before tomorrow.

  We’re back at my estate in Santa Barbara after I drove Shayla and I home yesterday afternoon. After sleeping in yesterday morning and enjoying each other a few more times, we left Santa Monica and traveled back up the coast so Shayla could work her shift at Loft 24 last night.

  The slap of a magazine hits the counter now as I lean over to see what Grace has so graciously brought to my attention. A picture of Shayla and I on the red carpet at the gala graces the front cover, along with a preposterous headline.

  “Seems the tide has turned,” she says as she starts to unload the bag of groceries.

  I pick up the magazine and stare at the picture of us as pride swirls in my chest. Damn, we look good together, and even better when we’re naked and I’m moving inside of her. “Yes, well, that was to be expected.”