Desperate Desires (Mergers & Acquisitions #3)

Chapter 13-y

I could have demanded the driver stop and forced Ono to get out of my Uber.

I probably should have.

But I didn’t, and I was old enough to take culpability for the decisions I made.

Even though I was pissed at him, the fact was my body was just as interested as it was the other night.

Ono looked at his phone twice but remained silent for the twenty-nine minute drive. It was after one in the morning and there was little traffic going through the tunnel.

“Here you are,” the Uber driver said as he rolled to a stop outside my apartment.

“Thanks,” I murmured, exiting quickly.

I wasn’t really sure what to do, to be honest. I’d had so little good sex in my life it would be foolish to turn it away, assuming that was why Ono had accompanied me home.

Oh my God, was I a moron for even thinking that?

I bit my lip as I unlocked my door, punching in the numbers on the keypad automatically.

Maybe he’s here for another reason?

Like a post-op check?

No. That was stupid.

He could’ve gone to another doctor for that. But my inner healer wouldn’t allow me to consider anything else once I had that thought wriggling around inside my brain.

So, with no argument, I allowed him to follow me inside.

“Is your shoulder okay? Did you finish the antibiotics? Maybe you need a prescription for pain meds?” I asked, hiding behind the shield of my profession.

“Shoulder’s fine, Doc. That’s not why I’m here.”

“Oh, well,” I began, clasping my hands in front of me nervously, “Why are you here, Ono? What is this about?”

“What’s it about? You know why I’m here,” he said, stalking me across the room.

I wasn’t the kind of woman who allowed men to push her around. I mean, in my profession testosterone had a tendency to run rampant, and catering to male egos was not in my job description.

My title was doctor, not mother.

But this wasn’t work.

And when a guy who looked like Ono Bottarelli came at you with an unwavering stare and a single-minded focus, you backed the fuck up.

It was simply survival instinct.

I wasn’t stupid, and no, my instincts were not broken.

So yeah. When I saw all six foot plus two hundred and fifty pounds of male, give or take, barreling down on me, I backed up a step.

My pulse was racing like crazy and my heart started pounding so hard I thought it might crack a rib or two.

Moisture pooled between my thighs, which I realized was a crazy response to this. To him. But what could I say?

Ono was seriously hot—breathtaking, really.

He was towering and broad, his presence commanding the space as he hovered in front of me.

Every inch of him was packed with hard, honed muscle that practically dared anyone to challenge him, and dear Lord, those tattoos. They swirled across his hands and chest like whispered secrets, adding an air of danger that was impossible to ignore.

The thing that really got me though, were his eyes.

Those perfect cobalt-blue eyes .

They weren’t cold or intimidating, despite everything else about him that screamed, "don’t mess with me."

No, his eyes smoldered. They roamed over me like hands, alive with a slow-burning heat that sent sparks skittering across my skin.

There was admiration in his gaze, the kind that made me feel like I was the only woman in the world. And I’d never felt that before. Didn’t know if I should trust it or him.

But I wanted to. Deep down, something inside me whispered, urging me to go ahead.

Do it, Shelly, trust him .

The way he looked at me—like I was something rare, something he wanted to devour—sent shivers racing up my spine. I was equal parts thrill, anxiety, and temptation.

My heart kicked up a notch, and a molten ache pooled low in my belly. I had no defense against the way he was staring at me.

No one had ever looked at me like that.

I sucked in a sharp breath. Ono moved then, as if my breathing was the ringing of the bell or the shot of a pistol at the starting gate to some race to undress.

His hands moved quickly. First, they reached for his jacket, and he shrugged it off, tossing it on the sofa. I frowned, worried the fine wool might catch on something.

But I was distracted from that thought as those big, tatted hands next went to the buttons of his shirt.

“Ono—”

“What? You telling me you don’t want me, Baby? Is that what you’re saying? Cause I can see the way your chest is rising and falling, harder and faster with every passing second.”

“That’s not fair. I have breasts, they move,” I replied indignant that he said what he said about my body.

“What’s not fair?”

“I can’t help it. I mean, look at you!” I whisper screamed, eyes wide as he revealed more and more of his magnificent body.

“I’m glad you like what you see, Bellezza. So do I,” he growled, dipping his chin at me.

“What?”

“So fucking gorgeous. My dick is so hard, it’s about to punch a hole through my fucking pants. You want to talk unfair? Men don’t know if women are interested until they're undressed, until they can feel the slick between their thighs. So, are you interested, Baby? Or do you want me to stop?” he asked, his hands freezing on separate sides of his shirt.

He stopped. No!

I wanted to whine. To stomp my feet and tell him to stop being such a damn tease about it. But I had to appreciate that he was giving me the choice. That this big, powerful man was putting me in charge.

“I-I’m interested,” I confessed.

Ono hummed deep in his throat, but he didn’t smirk or talk down to me. I was half-afraid he’d use it against me and walk away.

Instead, heat filled his eyes, and his lids lowered to half-mast as he continued to take off his shirt. Watching me as he moved with effortless grace and efficiency.

My throat felt tight, and I couldn’t help but stare. He was so sexy. Movie star handsome with the body of a professional fighter.

“I like your eyes on me, Doc. Can’t wait for you to touch me,” he growled, tossing his shirt near his jacket, revealing acres of pale skin with black ink and ropes of muscle that covered his back.

He faced me once more and my gaze flicked to his wounded shoulder. I released a sigh of relief at the signs of healing I saw.

I didn’t even know I was that worried until I wasn’t. And that was troublesome. Ono shouldn’t be this important to me.

He was a stranger.

Well. Sorta.

Except for the whole his cock had already been inside me thing.

Point was, I didn’t really know him. I had no claim on him.

But I wish I did.

Just watching him felt like staring too long at something forbidden and exquisite—it made me covetous, reckless with wanting him.

I’d never believed in that ridiculous love-at-first-sight thing Micky’s mom, my honorary Aunt Sofia, wrote about in her steamy romance novels.

I mean, I liked her books. But I used to laugh at her stories, dismissing them as pure fantasy wrapped in pretty words.

Only now, as I watched him— watched him strip away every layer of pretense and reveal himself to me, moment by moment —I felt something deep inside me slide into place.

A lock.

A switch.

A pulse.

Something.

I couldn’t name it, but it felt undeniable. Like I’d spent my whole life missing some invisible, essential piece of myself.

And now, here it was. Tall, strong, and standing right in front of me.

I’d never felt anything like this before. This wild, unshakable certainty. No, I wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but I knew one thing for damn sure.

I wasn’t saying no tonight.

“I hear you breathing faster, Doc. I know this is getting you excited, but it ain’t just you. You’re not alone in this,” he told me.

“I’m not?”

“Nah, Baby. Looking at you tonight in that place without me. Made me see red.”

“What? Why?”

“Don’t want no one else looking at you.”

“That’s insane, Ono. I am not gonna live my life hiding in a closet,” I scoffed, trying not to admit his words excited me. That they pleased me.

“I know that. I’m just being honest with you. But next time you wanna go dancing, tell me,” he growled.

“Tell you? I will never ask any man for permission to go dancing,” I said, narrowing my gaze.

“Not permission, Bellezza. Just tell me so I can go, too. So I can keep my girl safe.”

“I’m not your girl. You don’t even know me,” I whispered as he stalked closer.

“I know you. I got precum leaking all over my boxers for you, Baby. Fuck, you’re so damn hot,” he growled, cupping his big hand over his dick.

I swallowed loudly as he unzipped his pants and pushed them down over his thighs, leaving him standing in gray boxer briefs with an obvious dark spot right where the tip of his dick was.

“You know me. And you want this dick, Doc, I know you do. You want me.”

Holy. Fuck.

He was right. I did know him, and I did want him.

Shit.

I should hate him for knowing it.

“Tell me you want me.”

His command was undeniable, and I nodded my head. Lying was no use.

The obnoxiously hot man could apparently fucking tell if I lied.

“Words, Baby. I need your words,” he growled, and the air felt electrified by our desire.

My body heated and my panties were soaked. I wondered if he could see. Wondered if my slick made my jeans wet, too.

“I want this. I want you,” I whispered.

This wasn’t the time for me to play the coy miss. I wasn’t one of those women in Aunt Sof’s books.

I was simply me. A woman with doubts and fears, but also a woman with desires and needs.

Ono was right. Denial was pointless.

I pushed away all my self-doubt as I pulled my blouse over my head and unzipped my pants. I was a big girl, getting undressed for anyone was nerve-wracking.

Especially when I was getting undressed for the big, sexy man standing in my living room.

Faster than I would have given him credit for, Ono crossed the distance between us and grabbed the waist of my jeans, taking over.

“Let me,” he growled and pulled them down, kneeling at my feet.

He took off my socks and shoes, making quick work of my pants next.

Then he wrapped his big hands around my hips and maneuvered me, so I was standing right against the back of the sofa.

“Hold on,” he growled, pressing his face forward and nuzzling my sex over my red cotton briefs.

I was a sucker for matching my underwear to my clothes.

Red top meant red panties and bra.

But I couldn’t really focus on that as Ono tugged the fabric to the side and pressed his tongue to my dripping slit.

“Fuck. You taste sweet,” he groaned, licking at me like I was his favorite snack.

I wobbled unsteadily and felt his hands tighten on my hips and ass.

“Hold on,” he repeated, and I remembered he’d already said that.

Grabbing the back of the sofa, I leaned against it, spreading my legs wider, moaning helplessly when he lifted one leg and draped it over his uninjured shoulder.

“Come on, Baby. Show me what you can do,” he muttered, plunging two thick fingers into my tight pussy and I moaned aloud at the sensual invasion.

“Fuck, you always smell so good. Why do you always smell so good?”

“It’s my moisturizer. It has almond oil and shea butter. I need it or my skin gets dry,” I whispered inanely, running my left hand through his hair as he replaced his magic fingers with his tongue.

“Such a good girl, Bellezza. So wet for me,” he praised me.

I moaned, feeling that familiar stirring deep in my core. Was it wrong for me to want to be his good girl? I didn’t care. It felt so good when he called me that. When he touched me. I was powerless to stop those feelings, and besides, I really didn’t want to.

“Come on my tongue, Bellezza. Hurry, so I can fuck this sweet pussy. Come. Now.”

What choice did I have?

My body was his to command and the second he said come, I started to.

My legs trembled, and I lost control as wave after wave of pleasure spiked my blood.

I was sure I would have fallen, but Ono held me. He rose to his feet and lifted me up effortlessly, sucking one aching nipple into his mouth as he carried me to the bedroom.

“I fucking missed this body,” he groaned, falling with me to the bed.

I realized we hadn’t kissed on the mouth yet and before this went further, I wanted to.

Very much.

“Can I kiss you?” I asked, eyes glued to his mouth.

I missed his initial expression, which I am assuming was shocked, since he paused for a second before he dipped his chin. Then he crashed his mouth against mine and we were kissing.

And it was, it was so fucking good.

“You can kiss me all you want, Bellezza. I’m yours,” he groaned against my lips.

I tasted myself on his tongue, and that made this even hotter. Spreading my legs wide, I cradled him between them, and as if on instinct, Ono flexed his hips.

He found my needy pussy unerringly, pressing inside me with a singular focus. We both groaned at his sweet invasion, and Ono’s massive hands cradled my face as he kissed, and kissed, and kissed me more.

He never stopped. Not the whole time he fucked me.

He just kept on kissing me, claiming me with his mouth and sexing up my body until I tumbled into sweet oblivion.

The slapping sounds of our coming together were loud and lewd, but I reveled in them.

Like I did in him.

I moaned into our kiss and scratched my nails down his back, cupping his firm ass as he flexed and thrusted.

His cock was just so good. Thick and veined, and perfectly curved. It stroked along my G-spot, making me see stars.

No man ever did that.

Even though I was a doctor, I was beginning to doubt such a place existed.

But there it was. And there he was.

Flames built inside me. An inferno of desire that grew and grew until I thought I would spontaneously combust in his arms.

“Give it to me, Bellezza. It’s mine,” he growled against my lips, and I opened my eyes to see his blazing blue ones staring right at me.

His long tongue stroked inside me in time with his cock, and fuck, I felt it everywhere.

“Look at us. Watch me fill you,” he said, lifting up and looking down where I saw his big cock driving into my flesh.

Fuck.

It was beautiful. His ivory skin seemed to glow in the dark and I loved the way he looked, the way he felt when he buried himself inside of me like I was the answer to all his prayers.

“You are, Baby. If I could have dreamed you, I would have. So perfect. So fucking perfect,” he groaned, driving towards that pinnacle of pure ecstasy, and pulling me right there with him.

This was everything sex should be between people. Everything I’d been missing my whole life.

Sexy and hot.

So damn raw.

I wanted more. I wanted it all. I never wanted him to stop. Everything he did seemed to push me higher and higher. Ono brought me to a level of bliss I didn’t think existed.

It was everything he did. Every whisper and nuzzle, every single move he made.

The burn of his touch.

The sear of his kiss.

It was like Ono was marking me, branding me as his, and I wanted that. I wished it were true. That he wanted me for keeps.

But that was a little girl’s fantasy, and I knew better than to whisper that aloud.

“Shit. You there? Fuck. That’s it. Squeeze me with your sweet cunt. It’s mine, Baby. All mine. Never gonna stop fucking you,” he growled, and that was all it took for me to fly straight into the sun.

I hardly even realized Ono had flipped us over until I felt him jerking me up and down on his cock, wringing out every last drop of my orgasm until he joined me in his.

He bellowed loudly into the crook of my neck. And I keened as he loosed a load of hot, sticky cum inside me.

It was so much, it came dripping down, coating my thighs and his. But that didn’t stop his flexing or loosen his hold on my hips and neck.

Eons later, when his cock finally ceased twitching, Ono opened his eyes.

Heat and emotion were swimming in the deep blue depths of his irises, and I could hardly breathe as I stared helplessly into them.

Danger. Danger.

It was like one false move, and I knew I would be gone. I could really lose myself. One miscalculation, and I would drown in those eyes.

But knowing it wasn’t stopping it.

I had no idea if I was strong enough to survive the aftermath of this affair. I wasn’t sure I was willing to try.

But another look into his satisfied eyes as he cupped my face and kissed me sweetly, and my stance wavered. Ono was impossibly gentle then, rubbing his hands over my neck and shoulders, my breasts, and belly, everywhere he could reach.

I knew I wasn’t going to say no to him. If he wanted to see me again, I was going to say yes.

No one else made me feel the way he did, and I only had one life to live. So if fleeting pleasure at the hands of this big, sexy man was all I was destined for, I would take it.

But I didn’t have to go into it blind. I was a smart woman, I could have consensual sex with another adult and not expect a happy ever after. And I could come out unscathed.

Who am I kidding? I’m gonna break my heart on him.