37. Lev
Oh, hell, no.
From behind my desk I watch the image on the screen in front of me. It’s from the camera in the pool area. Dressed in my swimming shorts, I was about to head down to the pool to do some laps when the image from the security camera caught my attention.
In the pool area, Brooke is stretched out on one of the sun loungers, her beautiful body tanned and smooth, her belly swollen with my baby—
And she’s fucking naked.
My entire body stiffens with possessiveness, and I have to remind myself that my men are not required to patrol that side of the wall.
No one can see her but me.
I stand at the monitor and watch as she drags her fingertips up and down her torso and over the soft swell of her breasts before finally heading south and disappearing between her thighs.
I look down at the front of my shorts where my cock is straining to get out, then look back to the camera monitor.
Christ, she looks good.
Tanned skin. Soft thighs. Heavy breasts.
She’s wearing sunglasses, so I can’t see if her eyes are open or closed, but her glossy lips are parted, and her chest is starting to rise and fall as her arousal grows.
This is fucking torture.
I need to either join her poolside and take her on the sun lounger, or I need to sit behind my desk and take care of this myself in the privacy of my office.
Poolside is not an option.
Because it wouldn’t be enough.
One taste and I’d be doomed. It’s why I’m in this goddamn nightmare to begin with.
I sit down behind my desk and turn the monitor so I can watch her.
Opening the top drawer, I remove the soft scarf Brooke left in my office weeks ago and wrap it around my hand and wrist as I inhale her scent off of it. The other hand slides beneath my shorts and grips the base of my cock.
On the screen, Brooke’s hand works between her thighs, and I groan, knowing how sweet and wet her pussy would be. I work my hand up and down the length of my cock, rolling my palm over the head to spread the precum across my skin for lubrication.
Watching her is torture. Because watching her makes me want her, and right now, that want is going to get me into a lot of trouble if I’m not careful.
I tip my head back and focus on the ceiling instead. I stroke slowly, building the tension in my balls. I take my time. Find pleasure in the buildup. Bring myself to the brink and then pull back.
When I’m ready to come, I close my eyes and press the scarf to my face, and Brooke’s scent is like a drug, making me high with images of her riding my cock with that sweet pussy of hers, those full breasts slick with sweat, her luscious lips parted as she moans my name, over and over, and—
I let out a groan at the exact same time there is a hesitant knock on my door.
My eyes flick open and dart to the monitor.
Brooke has left the pool area, and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out who’s standing on the other side of my door.
I’m only a few strokes away from coming, so taking my hand off my cock is as enticing as eating a bowl of razor blades. But I grit my teeth and let go, exhaling heavily through the discomfort with flared nostrils.
I readjust my shorts and shove the scarf back in the drawer. “Enter.”
The door opens, and Brooke appears. She’s wearing a white linen shirt over an aqua bikini, and her cheeks are flushed. Because she just made herself come beside the pool.
My cock throbs, reminding me we have unfinished business.
She looks hesitant. “Do you have a minute?”
I try to look aloof and in control. But really, inside, I’m desperate to bend her over my desk so I can ease the ache in my balls and satisfy my unquenchable thirst for her.
“What can I do for you, Brooke?” My tone is all business, but it’s all lies. I’m barely in control, I’m so fucking turned on. Before, she was just an image on the screen, but now she’s warm-blooded and real, standing in my office wearing a bikini that shows off her glorious curves and cheeks flushed from the orgasm she gave herself, and dammit, this is a fucking nightmare.
She approaches the desk. “I wanted to ask if I could start buying things for the baby nursery.”
“You have a credit card. You’ve been shown the room where the nursery will be. You have full control over it.”
“I know, it’s just, I thought you might like to be included or have some say—” Her eyes widen when she sees the feed from the pool area on the monitor. “Is that the pool area?”
No point in lying. “Yes.”
Her eyes dart to me. “You’ve been watching me?”
“Yes.”
If it’s even possible, the pink in her cheeks deepens and her eyes grow wider. “You saw me?”
“Yes.”
She licks her lips and I can’t keep my eyes off them. Damn, I want a taste.
“You watched what I did?”
I can’t keep the smirk off my lips because she’s so fucking gorgeous when she squirms. “Yes.”
She puts her hand on her hips. “So much for privacy.”
“Perhaps now is the time to tell you that there isn’t an inch of this estate that I can’t see,” I tell her. “Not one inch I don’t control.”
“That information would’ve been helpful ten minutes ago,” she mumbles.
I rise to my feet and move around the desk toward her. Her gaze brushes over the front of my boardshorts. She can see I am hard but quickly averts her eyes. Which makes me smile.
“No point in getting shy on me now,” I say, closing the space between us.
I should tell her to leave, but the mere scent of her is awakening the part of me I’d planned to never let see the light of day again. The part that aches for one more kiss. One more touch. One more time to bury myself deep inside her. That part of me wants out. It’s ready to do anything to break free. And I’m so hard, I can’t hold it back.
Perhaps I was too quick to push her completely out of my life. After all, there’s no law to say I can’t keep her at arm’s length and enjoy her body in my bed.
She lifts her chin. “What’s a girl to do when she’s not getting it from anywhere else? Other than the battery-powered boyfriend I recently bought online.”
She bought a vibrator?
That’ll be going.
Because I’ve decided from now on, if she needs satisfaction, she’ll get it from me.
“You want satisfaction, I’m happy to give it to you.”
“I can barely get you to look at me, let alone fuck me,” she snaps, reminding me that I’ve been an ass to her lately by ignoring her.
I could make it up to her. Pay her back in pleasure. I know it’s not enough, but it’s all I’ve got to offer right now.
I move closer. “Let me extend the open invitation.”
“Oh, I’m supposed to just climb onto your cock now because you order me to, is that it?”
“No, I want you to climb onto my cock because I know you want to.” I lock eyes with her. “Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me those bikini bottoms aren’t soaked. That your body isn’t craving the kind of orgasms only I can give you.”
Her eyes sharpen. “You arrogant—”
“Tell me it wasn’t me you were thinking of when you rubbed your pussy.”
“It wasn’t—”
“Liar.” It’s written all over her face. And damn if that doesn’t do something to me right now. “Tell me it wasn’t my name on your lips when you slid your fingers into your sweet pussy and fingerfucked yourself into an orgasm.”
She hesitates, and if looks could kill then I’m a dead man.
But I ignore it. Because you can’t kill a man whose heart is no longer beating.
Instead, I kiss her hard. And when she tries to fight me, I hold her face in my hands and take the kiss from her. She struggles at first, to prove a point, but then kisses me and doesn’t hold back.
“This doesn’t mean you’re not an asshole,” she says between kisses.
“Oh, I know.” I lift her up in my arms and walk us back to my chair. “You should take it out on me.”
She straddles me. “No, you would enjoy it too much.”
She lifts her linen shirt over her head, then leans forward and kisses me.
Damn it feels good to have her in my arms. To feel her lips on my lips.
“Did you like watching me?” she rasps, her sweet body grinding against me.
“Yes.” I groan because I’m not even inside her and I’m already fighting the urge to come.
“Tell me what you liked.” She runs her hand over the rigid outline of my cock. “Tell me what made you hard.”
She starts to massage my already straining cock, and I have to fight back the orgasm I’m on the brink of falling into.
“You,” I groan. “Always fucking you.”
I reach up and loosen the bow holding her bikini top on, and it falls to the floor, exposing her beautiful, creamy breasts.
I take one nipple in my mouth and suckle, then do the same to the other, and the soft cries coming from Brooke are almost my undoing.
She undoes the bows at her hips so her bikini bottoms slip away, and I push down the front of my shorts and release my cock. She licks her lips at the sight of the bulbous head and the precum pooling in the eye before she maneuvers herself above it and slowly sinks down.
We both groan at the same time.
Fuck.
Buried deep inside her is exactly where I belong.
I might not know how any of this fits together in the puzzle, but I know I don’t want to give this up.
She rides me and I can’t keep my lips off her. I drag my tongue along the curve of her slender throat, relishing the taste of her skin.
Her hips gather speed, and her moans grow louder, until she falls apart on top of me. “Lev…oh God…”
It’s all I can take. Being inside her. Hearing her moans. Tasting her skin. Being consumed by the warm, sweet scent of her after days of denying myself. I let go, and my orgasm rips out of me. I hold her tightly against me, and my roar is primal and hot and angry and grateful all at the same time.
Brooke collapses against me, her body warm and soft, and I can’t help but hold her as I drift back into reality.
But the moment her breathing evens out, she climbs off me and puts her bikini back on. She’s angry. And I’m not sure if she’s angry at me or herself.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Leaving.”
“You’re fucking and running. That’s cold, Miss Masters.”
“Cold? That’s rich coming from you, Mr. Frosty.” She slips the linen shirt over her bikini. “You’ve had me living in an arctic purgatory for the last week, but then the first sign of any warmth from you, I jump right into your lap like a horny idiot. This is why I have a vibrator. Less complications.”
“So you’re angry at me for wanting to fuck you, and angry at yourself for letting me?”
Her eyes shoot laser beams at me. “Yes, I’m angry at you. And yes, I’m angry at me. And since I can only get away from one of the two people pissing me off right now, I’m leaving.”
I don’t exactly know what I am expecting from her right now. Her leaving is probably a good idea. But going by the knot in my chest, that’s not what I want.
Because you want her, you fucking fool.
Just admit it and put this sorry bullshit behind you.
But instead, I let my hurt do my bidding for me. “Well, by all means, feel free to come back and get your fill from me whenever you want.”
Her eyes and mouth widen. But she slams her mouth shut and slays me with a glare. “Fuck you. This was a mistake, one I won’t be repeating.”
“Until you’re horny again.”
“You —”
“I know, I’m an asshole. But I’m an asshole with a big cock and I know how to use it to make you come over and over again. And I’m only too happy to do that, anytime, day or night.”
Her jaw tightens. I’m hurting her, and I can’t stop, because damn, nothing hurts like the woman you love leaving you, and the monster it awoke is an ugly, miserable beast, and is angry as fuck.
Who fucking knew I was capable of feeling this way. Not fucking me.
Her eyes narrow. “I won’t be your fuck buddy, if that’s what you’re suggesting.”
She turns to leave, and I feel like a jerk.
I don’t want her to leave.“This is all I’m capable of right now.”
She fixes me a look that could melt glaciers. “Well, forgive me if I feel I’m worth a little bit more than that.”
And she storms out, slamming the door behind her.