39. Ready For a Big Commitment
Sacha
Her face changes, her expression softening until she throws her arms around me wrapping me in a hug so tight that I lose all concern she didn’t miss me. She buries her face into my chest. It takes me a full breath to return the embrace, dipping my head down, pressing my nose into her, letting her smell fill me until a part of me breaks. I lift her from the ground, holding her against me, never wanting to let her go.
“I’m so glad you’re here.” Her words are muffled by my body.
“I love you,” I repeat into her neck. Having her in my arms has helped calm my breathing, but my chest is still screaming for her.
“Yeah. I think you said that before.” She chuckles gently.
“Bailey. I need you in my life. I love every inch of you, and every moment that we’ve spent together. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me for everything I’ve done, and please, please, take me back.”
“Take you back?” She leans back, gently pulling away until I set her on her feet again. “Did you break up with me? I don’t remember that part of our conversation.”
“I was worried you would think—I didn’t ask them to give you that money—” I run my hands up and down her arms, not willing to stop touching her.
“I didn’t think you did.”
“I don’t want you to quit?—”
“I know.”
“I don’t want you to go anywhere, I need you in my life?—”
“I know. I know. It’s okay.” She almost laughs, reaching up to run her cool hand across my hot cheeks, smoothing out my beard. I catch one of her hands in mine and press a kiss to the meat of her palm. “It’s okay. I didn’t think you’d changed your mind about everything in four hours. I know you didn’t tell them about the contract.”
“I’m so sorry. I never should have made you sign that stupid document.” I keep her hand squeezed tight in my grip. “I just needed you so badly. I wasn’t thinking. It was such a ridiculous thing to ask you to do.”
“It’s okay,” she soothes, “I like ridiculous things remember?”
My chest squeezes. “I thought you were running away from me,” I admit.
She takes a very slow breath, “I think I’m ready to stop running.”
I almost relax, almost, every muscle still feels full of adrenaline. “I don’t know if I’ll ever let you out of my sight again. I was so worried. I called you, texted, you didn’t answer.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t notice, I’ve been with—will you come inside? To talk?” She walks backward, tugging me with her into her apartment. There’s a woman standing in the middle her living room. Not Margot. Someone tall and slender with brown hair tied up in a bun.
“This is Carlotta,” Bailey says, “Carlotta, this is Sacha.”
Carlotta’s eyes go wide when she sees me. “Sacha Kwatch, owner of one of the largest tech companies in the world.”
“Part owner…” I agree tentatively.
“Carlotta is helping me with a project,” Bailey says. “I was going to have to tell her that my funding fell through, but then—well today happened and I thought I might as well make lemonade out of lemons. I’m sorry I didn’t answer my phone, we were looking at real estate.”
“Real estate?” I look between the women.
“Carlotta Miller, realtor,” the woman holds out her hand for me to shake, “I’ve been helping Bailey look for space to rent.”
“A space to rent?” I take the woman’s hand without really thinking.
Bailey looks slightly embarrassed. “I called her when you first asked me to sign the contract. When I thought I was going to get the money quickly. We looked at a few places?—”
“But, then she called me back about three weeks ago to say the deal was off, and then she called me again this morning to say the funding was available after all.” Carlotta looks me up and down appraisingly. “I must say you’ve sent us on a bit of an emotional roller coaster, Mr. Kwatch.”
“You are starting your cafe?” I ask Bailey, “For real?”
“Yes. I know it’s a big commitment,” she grins, “but I think I’m ready for a big commitment.”
“I should get out of your hair for now,” Carlotta says, gathering her things, “but I’ll line up some of those showings for later in the week.”
She leaves quickly, which is fortunate because I am already pulling Bailey back into my arms as the door closes.
“You can have your money back, Sacha, if you want it.” Bailey lets herself be tugged toward me, but she doesn’t look me in the eye. “If you didn’t really want me to have it?”
“No,” I say immediately. “No. It’s yours, it belongs to you. I want you to have it, I want to see you succeed.”
“Alright.” She smiles but it seems sad. I just want to hold her until all her worries fade away, “I know I was never a very good assistant, and I was fired today, but there was one last message I was supposed to give you.” She fists her fingers into my shirt and presses herself against me.
“It doesn’t matter now, my Beast.” I shake my head with a growl.
“It does, this one really does though.” She swallows before reaching into her pocket and pulls out a sticky note she holds it out.
“It’s okay, it doesn’t matter anymore.” I try to push her hand away.
“Just, read it. Please.” She presses it into my palm.
I take the note, hesitant to take my eyes off my mate for even a moment but still, my stomach flips when I read the words written in her neat script handwriting.
“Really? You love me?” My hand tightens around her waist.
“Actually, I think Magnes left it for you.” Her nose scrunches up.
“Then I have a message for him.” I lean in and slant my mouth over hers, pulling us together until she’s releasing a soft sigh into my mouth, eventually she pushes my chest away.
“Alright,” she says as steps past me, picking up her purse from beside the door.
“Where do you think you are you going?” I ask.
“To give Magnes your message.” She flashes a smile as she fishes her keys out of her purse.
“Oh no you don’t.” I put one hand on the door, keeping it closed, and caging her to the wall between my arms.
She grins up at me. “I thought you liked it when I ran away?”
“You are a little beast,” I murmur, “if you think you are going to get away from me that easily. I want to hear you say it.”
“Say what?” She asks, her head cocked to one side.
I put a hand around her neck, not putting pressure, just pinning her to the wall, tilting her face up so she is forced to look at me. Her pulse jumps beneath my fingers.
“I want to hear you say out loud what you wrote on that note.” My thumb traces up and down the column of her throat.
“I’m in love with you, Sacha.” Her tongue darts across her lips, with a teasing smile. “I want to be with you. Forever. If that’s still on the table.”
“There will never be anyone but you, Bailey.” It’s an easy promise to make. I dip down to find her lips. Her hands reach for the side of my face tugging me to her. Not a passionate kiss, a compassionate one. Full of reassurance, warmth, and an unconditional understanding. She is mate, my perfect Bailey.
“Then maybe—we could try the knotting thing again?” Her voice is breathy when she asks.
“We can try it again, and again, and again.” I tug her close, so she can feel where I am already hardening in my torn and ruined pants. Bailey’s fingers toy with the lapels of my jacket in a way that feels completely erotic.
“Maybe you could finish ripping off that suit, chase me down the hallway, and ravish me until I am too tired to come anymore?”
“Is your roommate here?” I ask.
“She has her internship. All afternoon.”
“Then we might need to hurry.” I grin.
With the state that my suit is in, it doesn’t take much to tear my clothing completely from my body. A few quick movements and I’m stripped bare. Bailey’s eyes pause to drink me in, completely exposed to her from head to toe.
“Are you just going to stand there, Beast? Or are you going to give me something to chase?”
Her eyes light up, and she squeals before racing down her hallway.
I catch her before she can even get to her door. Wrapping my arms around her waist with a growl, I lift her over my shoulder and carry her into the bedroom. Her room is small and her bed is even smaller. I decide the floor is the best option for us, I spread her out under me. Her smile is bright as her hands rove across my body, digging fingers into my hair like she cannot keep from touching me. She’s wearing a bright yellow shirt and a pair of blue jean shorts. I strip them off carefully, taking my time to tenderly kiss every bare inch of flesh that is revealed, enjoying running my fingers over all of her glorious curves and soft dimples, and relishing the way her breasts bounce as I remove her bra.
It’s mine, she’s finally all mine.
When we’re finally both naked, I can smell the desire pouring off of her, so thick and delicious that I have to taste it. I lower myself between her thighs, to find her sweet cunt and bury myself in that pristine flavor of her. Seeking out her pleasure with my tongue, loving every second of the way she feels, the way that she reacts to me. The easy way her body concedes to mine as she comes apart on my mouth.
“Sacha, please. I need you.” Her words are broken with lust. I love the way that she begs for me.
“The little office slut wants her boss to fuck her on the floor?” I ask, palming my own cock, it’s hard and throbbing, but I need to stretch her first, to prepare her to take all of me. “Tell me what you want, Beast. Tell me how much you want my big thick cock in this sweet pussy and maybe I’ll give it to you.”
I slip a finger into her, and then two, she moans and grinds against my hand, her breast bobbing as she trusts herself down.
“Please. Sacha. I need your cock.” Her face scrunches up tight with effort, “Your big thick knot.”
“Where?” I ask, managing to slip a third finger inside her and she moans, her hand reach up, fisting tight into my shoulder hair for purchase as she moves against me.
“I need you inside me, in my pussy.”
“Inside who’s pussy?” I ask, pressing harder into her.
“Yours. Yours. Sacha. It’s your pussy, to do whatever you want with.”
“Good girl,” I mutter, her cunt twitches and clenches around me, I cannot wait to feel that wrapped around my cock. “Fuck, Bailey.” I pull my fingers out of her and she tugs my face down to hers, kissing me desperately, like she wants to keep kissing me forever, like it’s all she’s ever wanted.
The head of my cock naturally lines up with her entrance and we both gasp as I sink all the way into her. Pumping slowly, while she moans underneath me, her hips flexing up to fervently meet mine, until I cannot stop myself from pressing deeper. I wrap my hands around her ass, tilting her hips to change our angle and thrust deeper, harder, until the thick base of my knot sinks all the way into her. Her back arches and the noises in her throat stop for a moment as she shutters and flutters around me. Her pussy caressing and welcoming all of me. I empty myself into her, once, twice, and then roll us over so that she straddles me and she screams my name as she pulls a third release from my already exhausted cock before she collapses against my chest, and we are both panting, sweating messes.
“I love you, my Beast.” I release the words easily, knowing there will be so many more chances to say it, and kiss the top of her head. “Was that as good for you as it was for me?”
“Yeah. That was a pretty great start,” she agrees.
“A great start?” I laugh.
“A great start to forever,” she says quietly.
I chuckle, stroking a hand up her naked back. Mine, she is my mate forever.