The Passion

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

FLYNN

I knew Felisha Kentwall was tough, and I’ve heard the stories, but I wasn’t expecting the woman in front of me.

Strong, independent, always in control, but still silently crying out to let it all go.

She doesn’t know how. I can see the turmoil in her eyes.

I should want to break her and feel the satisfaction of showing her what she needs in a man, but there is something about her. I just can’t do it.

Come on, baby, you can do it. Give in to your desire and let me give you what you need.

The words that slipped from her mouth sounded like a tortured soul, when she asked me to make her feel. But I can’t overthink this.

One-night stands don’t have feelings.

As much as I want that, the happily-ever-after crap that you hear about, I know it’s not with this woman. It’s not what she wants either. That she was quite clear about.

What she wants is to feel, and that’s my area of expertise.

“Oh, you will feel, alright.” She has laid out her permission, and I’m not holding back now. Using my other hand, I grasp her luscious tit and listen to the groan that I drag from her.

“Every inch of your body will be crying out for relief from the torture. The pain you will be left with tomorrow in muscles that you forgot you own.” Oh God, she is so responsive to my voice. The more I talk, the weaker I can feel her getting in my arms.

I lick up her neck and bite down on her ear, testing to see how she likes a bit of pain.

“Fuck…” It’s like music to my ears as she cries out from my use of teeth.

“Bed, now!” I can’t wait any longer. This woman doesn’t know it, but she has me by the balls, and I feel like the vice is gripping tighter and tighter.

Reluctantly, I drop her hands and step back so she can walk, although I’m not sure she has any strength.

“Tell me where?” I ask, lifting her off her feet and smirking at her protests to me carrying her.

As we enter the main room, she points to the open door on the other side of the suite, and I see the side of a large bed that looks the perfect place for us to do what we are both now desperate for.

Walking into the bedroom and standing her at the end of her bed, I can see she is still fighting her hesitation.

“What do you want, Felisha?” Her mind is spinning with choices to make.

“Touch me and don’t stop. Earn your damn reputation.” She might want to let go of her tough exterior, but it’s not that easy for her.

“What reputation is that? The sex god? The man whore? I’ve heard them all.” The soft silk shirt under my fingertips feels like it will be such a contrast to the body beneath it. She’s a tall slender woman who I’m sure works out and looks after her health. The kind of stress we live in, you need to work it off. And tonight will have the heart rate rising, I can guarantee it.

Slowly raising her shirt, I slide my hands under, but it’s not what I was expecting.

The softness of her skin, the curve of her waist, so smooth. There are no six-pack abs like the women I see in the gym working out, but instead, just her supple body feeling divine under my touch.

I need to see her, all of her.

Lifting the top in one swift movement, I don’t give her a chance to feel self-conscious.

“Lace. I knew you would be a lover of sexy lingerie. Pity it won’t last long.” I need her naked now. Just the first glimpse of her sensual breasts peeking through the bra is enough to have my balls aching for more.

Wasting no time to find the zipper on her skirt, it falls to her feet, and so do I.

“Mhmm, I think I want to touch here first,” I purr, wrapping my arms around and grabbing her ass cheeks with both hands. “Oh, and we like to play naughty on a school day, do we?” The bare skin on her cheeks tells me she is wearing a G-string, and that’s just fine by me.

“Wouldn’t you like to know. Don’t flatter yourself that I wore it for you. This rendezvous wasn’t even on the table when I dressed this morn…i…ng.” I don’t give her a chance to finish as I press my nose into her pussy and take a deep smell.

“Maybe so, but your body is impressed by me nonetheless.” Taking the small lace triangle in my teeth and moving it to the side, I take my first deep swipe with my tongue that has her legs trembling in my hands.

Just how I like it.

She’s so wet for me, and no matter how tough she is trying to be, nothing can hold back her body from showing me how she feels right now.

Not giving her much reprieve from my first taste, my mouth is on her again, taking my fill of her. Her upper body slumps forward, and she grabs my head like it’s her lifeline to keep her standing.

“Flynn!” Her whisper is so intense. She wants more of this.

Using my head that she is hanging onto so tightly to direct and controlling her body with my hands still clenched tight on her ass, I push her backward toward the bed. If she’s going to let me take what I want from her body, then I want complete access to take everything I can.

She falls so gracefully back onto the bed and releases the vice-like grip on me so she can stretch out. Her hands clutch the bedding as I slowly lift her legs up over my shoulders. She’s still wearing her heels and I feel the scratching sensation across my back even through my shirt. I wish I was shirtless so I could feel her marking my skin with those heels, so tomorrow I’d be reminded of this as I work out in my gym shirtless. Normally I wouldn’t give a fuck, but something tells me tonight is going to stay with me for a while.

I’m impatient and want full access, without anything in the way. Pushing my finger into the small hole in the lace pattern, I use both hands to rip her delicate triangle of lingerie and tear it to shreds. She gasps at my actions and the cold air that hits her wet pussy at the same time, and it is music to my ears.

Before she has time to complain about wrecking her panties, I bury my face into her sex and drag my tongue through her wet folds, sucking hard on her clit that is so hard and engorged. Reaching up with my right hand, I place my finger into her open mouth. Her lips clamp around it, and she instinctively sucks it like she will be sucking my cock. But we aren’t going there yet. I’d explode at the first touch of her wet red lips on my skin, and that’s not happening.

I pull my face back to give her some relief, but not for long, as I take my other hand and slip a finger straight into her throbbing pussy, and then another as soon as I feel she can easily take it.

“That’s it, princess, ride the high.” I surprise myself at calling her princess. I don’t do that, not ever with a woman. They are by name only so there’s no attachment.

Her tongue is now wrapped around the two fingers I’ve pushed into her mouth. Fuck, my cock is painful and wants more.

“Is that just how you would take my cock, worshipping it with your pouty lips and lashing tongue?” My thumb is now stroking over her clit, and her groan around my fingers lets me know how close she is.

“If you are a good girl, I might just let you do that, but not yet.” I pull my fingers from her mouth, letting out a pop of those wet little lips and the desperation of her empty mouth. I’ve planted the thought in her head of how much she wants to be gagging on my cock. Now it’s time to play her body like an instrument.

Running my wet fingers down her neck and slowly between her breasts, her body arches off the bed as if it’s trying to find relief from the feeling of me touching her. Ever so torturously, I drag my fingers down her body, and while my eyes are fixed on her, I curve my fingers inside her and find that G-spot that is like a detonation on her orgasm. Taking her clit between my teeth, I bite down and stroke her so firmly and quickly on her G-spot.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh… fuck… Flynn…ohhhhh fuck. Can’t take… ohhh more… oh more!” Felisha’s screaming her pleasure for me, and it’s the words I never knew I needed to hear from her lips, but fuck if it doesn’t make me harder than I already was, and I didn’t think that was possible.

“What is it, princess? Stop or more? Tell me.” I want to hear her say it, it’s like a drug that I’m quickly getting addicted to. Her strangled moans of pleasure and begging me for more.

“More! Fuck me. Give me more!” That’s enough because I know I can’t last much longer.

I need inside her, and I need it now!

Pushing up off the bed, I stand and rip my shirt open, not wanting to waste time. I kick my shoes off, pants dropping to the floor, and peel off my socks. Knowing she is just as desperate, I watch her kick her shoes off and hear them land somewhere in the room as she wriggles farther up the bed and rips off the panties I have already destroyed, flinging her bra to the floor. I’m not waiting any longer.

I grabbed a condom from my wallet as my pants came off and sheathe my cock which is leaking profusely with precum, and the throbbing veins give me the pain that has my heartbeat racing, knowing that when I get that final release, it’s going to feel like heaven.

I can’t help the way I stalk over top of her like I’m about to devour her. There is something about this woman that has me so fucking hungry.

“I’m about to ruin you for any other man.”

“Big talk.” The smirk on her face tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing.

“Wrong. Big fucking cock, and you’re about to see I never say something I can’t back up with fact.”

I push into her hard, all the way until our skin is molded together. My sweaty balls are meshed against her, and she screams from the burning stretch around my size.

Before the scream is finished, my mouth is on hers, and I’m kissing her like I’ve never kissed a woman before. The fire and passion between us are matched with my ferocious pounding into her over and over again. She wraps her legs tightly around my back, and there is no holding either of us back. This is not soft and sweet lovemaking.

This is pure hard fucking!

What we are both craving from each other.

I need to come, but I can’t let go until she does. I’m desperate to hear her cry out and release that inner demon she is hiding. Grinding against her clit every time, I know she’s close, and I take her breast and squeeze tight. I can feel the walls of her tight little cunt starting to quiver around me.

Yeah, baby, that’s it, let me have it.

My fingers find her nipple and pinch hard as I bite down on her lip, and the roar of an orgasm that is now ripping her apart fills the room, and I’m done.

As her muscles milk my cock with every thrust, I’m still buried balls deep inside her, and it’s like I’m coming properly for the first time in my life.

I’ve never orgasmed so fucking hard in my whole life, and that’s a problem.

Because we agreed no attachment, and she is the last woman I could be compatible with.

Taking a few breaths, I know I need to fuck her again tonight to get this out of my system before we can just walk away.

Before I’ll be able to give her a smile and nod from across a ballroom and feel nothing more than the memory of some good sex. Just like every other woman I’ve fucked within an inch of their life.

It’s what I do.

Fuck them, make their world spin, and then move on.

“Not sure you ruined me,” she mumbles as I lick up her neck and nibble on her ear, while I slide my hands under her body and roll us over so she is on top of me.

I can’t help the chuckle that leaves me.

“Such a lie.” I take her lips again, needing another taste. It’s like her skin has this magic potion coated on it. I know her pussy sure does. It’s like she has some pussy passion potion that has made my brain short circuit.

As we both pull back the smallest amount to take a breath, she whispers out loud what I was thinking.

“Maybe you need to try a second time.”

“Bold of you to assume there will only be two times. I’m fucking you until the sun rises, princess. Buckle in, because you won’t be able to deny you’re ruined tomorrow when you can’t move an inch without being reminded of my cock pleasuring you to a place of ecstasy you have never been before.”

Feeling her quiver at my words has my cock inside her twitching already, and I know I need to clean up the condom and suit up again.

Fuck, I hope I have enough supplies in my wallet.

I wonder if anyone has ever used Uber Eats or Door Dash to get a box of condoms delivered. I have a feeling if they haven’t, then tonight, I’ll be the first, because I plan on neither of us sleeping before the sun rises.

I get one shot at Felisha Kentwall, and I’m making the most of it.

Tonight isn’t over until neither of us can go anymore, and the way I’m feeling amped up right now, then I can tell there is no stopping anytime soon!

Her last words as I walked out of the suite are still lingering with me as I sit in the back of the car heading home, the faint morning glow just starting to light up the city.

“Thank you for your discretion. It was a good night… Was it the best? Hmm, a lady never tells.” Then she closed the door on me, with her hard bitch face back on like the armor she wears. But for those few hours in her bed, with her naked and in my arms, it was gone, and I got to see a woman I’m not sure anyone else has ever been privileged enough to see.

She made sure she got the last word, but instead of me drawing the line like it’s over, there is already this nagging feeling in my gut that I might want to revisit this night, and not just in my dreams.

Yeah, I’m sure she has a secret pussy passion potion, and it’s already working its magic on me.

Fuck, just forget her already and move on. She’s forbidden fruit, just remember that.

“Will you still need me to take you to the office at the normal time, sir?” Gregory’s voice interrupts my thoughts.

Being a driver for entitled pricks like me must be the worst job. Here I have him up at three am, and he is still thinking about getting me to the office when I need him to.

“No, I’ll drive myself this morning, thanks.” I need sleep, but I’m not sure how long I will manage. We have meetings booked in the morning, and I can’t let my fuck-boy life affect my role at work. Nic relies on me to be at the top of my game, every minute of every day.

I’m not letting my best friend down who just also happens to be my boss.

Looks like a power nap will be all I get. Looking at my watch, I calculate that from three am I should be able to get three hours’ sleep, up by six thirty, and in the office by seven. I’ll skip the gym, because let’s be honest, I’ve had a pretty solid workout tonight.

Showering and falling into bed, all I can think is that today certainly turned out to be one for the books. Unexpected, but one I won’t forget for a while, if ever.

I walk into the office, dressed to kill and ready for the day. I surprise myself how I can survive on such a small amount of sleep. It’s probably from years of doing it, and it has become normal for my body.

“You look like shit.” My brother Forrest’s voice is the first thing I hear as I step into my office where he is obviously waiting for me. Well, there goes my illusion that I look good this morning, hiding the two hours’ sleep I ended up with.

“Good fucking morning to you too, big brother. A little early for the meeting, aren’t we?” I move past him to put my briefcase down and turn on my computer.

“Who was it this time? Let me guess, that blonde from the Mexican restaurant we went to last week? Or the brunette from the charity dinner two nights ago?” Forrest is looking smug as he leans back in his chair on the other side of my desk.

“Seriously, you make me sound so shallow.” I reach for my phone to reply to a text message that has just popped up from Remington about a security issue I raised in one of our hotels in Paris when I was there last week.

“If the shoe fits, Brother.” He shrugs at me, and I want to throw my phone across the room at him.

“That’s the best you’ve got? And here I thought you were a sophisticated gentleman who is above the common jokes your brother uses,” I say, trying to hide the bitterness that is creeping into my voice because I’m so tired.

Growing up, Forrest was always the benchmark of how I should live my life.

Smart, good-looking, and successful. Working hard toward being the shrewd businessman with a perfect job, nice home, and the only thing he was lacking was the token wife. My parents’ favorite line when I was in my late teens was, “Why can’t you be more like Forrest? He knows where he is headed in life.”

It drove me insane, so I packed my bag and took a plane to the other side of the world. Walked into a chef’s job in Australia and met Nic Weston, AKA now boss man, Nicholas Darby. Best move I ever made in my life, and the funny thing is, now Forrest also works for Nic in his perfect job, and that wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for the friendship with his little brother, the wild and reckless Flynn.

I love my brother, and pissing him off on a daily basis gives me the greatest joy, but deep down I have always felt the pressure to live up to his expectations, along with my parents’ hopes of a stable life for me. They don’t mean it in a nasty way, they just want what’s best for me, and I know Forrest would be upset if he knew the pressure I feel. That’s why I keep it to myself.

Time to change the course of the conversation.

“Do you have the figures we need for the meeting? I want to know whose head I need to tear off at the budget blowout on the refit for Rome,” I ask while already scanning my emails because I know before he says it what his answer will be.

“Sent them through last night.” He waits for me to open the spreadsheet, run my eye over it, and get to the part that makes me mad.

“Fucking Luigi, I knew we couldn’t trust him to run a tight ship with his crew. Hope he is ready for this video chat.” I stand and walk to the coffee machine in the corner of my office.

One thing I learned when I was living in Australia was how to be a coffee snob. They do good coffee in that country, and now I know what I like and made sure I had a top-rate machine so I can make it to perfection every time.

“You love playing Nic’s bad cop, don’t you?” He puts his hand out to indicate he wants a coffee too. This is usually why he is in my office waiting for me in the morning.

“Make your own, you’re not useless. Or so I’ve been told.” But while I’m giving him my spiel that seems to be on repeat, I’m already stupidly making his coffee just the way he likes it.

“And to answer your question, yeah, I do. It’s what he pays me for. To be the guy who comes in and sorts the shit out for him. Or gets everyone pissed off and agitated while he sits back, then he can come in when he’s ready, lay down the answer to the problem or the direction we are taking, and everyone loves him for it. I’m happy to be the dick of the organization.”

I hand him his coffee. He’s lucky it’s in his hands before he answers, otherwise, I might’ve poured it in his lap.

“Well, you play it well. What’s your official title, Chief Dick? Mr. Penis Head? I know, just plain Big Prick!” He laughs at his own joke, thinking he is hilarious, and I have to give it to him, it was a good effort.

“That will be King of the Cocks to you, thank you.”

Forrest’s groan is mixed with one from Nic as he walks into my office, and Rem is not far behind him.

“I seriously don’t want to know what the fuck that was about.” Nic walks straight to my coffee machine and makes his own mug too.

“Seriously, you have all the money in the world, and you are in here using my machine. Get Lucy the wonder secretary to order you one. Better still, allow me.” I lean back against the cabinet the machine sits on, also where my small bar with my favorite alcohol for those late nights in the office is hidden.

“Waste of money when I can use yours, buddy. Plus, you probably bought it with my money anyway, so technically I can use it whenever I want.” Nic is pleased with himself and takes a seat next to Forrest who is looking satisfied that once again the conversation has turned back around to me.

“Well, I can’t argue with that. Love my black credit card that you pay the bill for.” Nic rolls his eyes at me, but I know he doesn’t care what I use it for. The trust we have between us means never second-guessing what I do. Not that I would ever abuse that undying trust, because it goes both ways.

Spending years together in Australia as chefs, we grew up learning how to survive on no money but still laughing our way through every day. We both come from families who taught us early on that hard work gets you places, and it got both of us to the top of our game in the restaurant world in Sydney. They are memories I will always treasure.

But then the whole world turned upside down when Nic discovered the truth about his father and family, and now we are living a life of pure luxury, never wanting for anything.

But it hasn’t changed our work ethic. We both now have more wealth than we could have ever dreamed of as a kid, but it doesn’t stop us from the hard work it takes to keep this business as successful as it is. It’s who we are, and luckily, the four of us make the perfect team.

We each have our roles. Remington is head of security and IT, Forrest is head of finance, with my expertise being Nic’s righthand man and overseeing the operation of the hotels, while Nic is the head honcho, owner and CEO of Darby Hotels. While I’m running the hotel operations, he concentrates on the running of the overall business. Of course, that’s how it’s been for the last four years, and now we have the spitfire Tori, Nic’s fiancée, working with us too. I could say she has brought a feminine touch to the office, but that would be a lie. She is an equal in the boardroom with all of us, and we happily treat her as such. And that has nothing to do with her relationship with Nic. She earned our respect in her role as the head of marketing and branding for the business, with her skill and hard work.

When Nic met her, I wondered what he was doing, falling for a woman who is so strong-willed. Two control freaks I wouldn’t have thought were ever going to work, but it’s the opposite. They argue like crazy, but it seems to bring out the best in each of them. And to be honest, I’ve never seen Nic happier in his life. He was always missing that piece of his puzzle to make him feel like he belonged in this life. Tori is that piece.

For the first time, I had a niggle in the back of my mind that maybe one day, I might want what they have.

The confusing thing is that when Tori came into the picture, along came her best friend Elouise, or Lou as we all call her. She’s good-looking, calm, and the total opposite of Tori’s personality. A teacher of little ones and just a sweet woman.

I like her a lot and stupidly thought I might like to get to know her better between the sheets, but the moment I tried to get anywhere near her, Nic laid down the law that she is off limits to any of us. I didn’t want to marry the girl, I just wanted to sleep with her. But the more I’ve gotten to know her—or maybe it’s just because she is the prohibited friend—I have been trying to get her to just give me a chance.

She’s not like any of the women I’ve fucked, and that’s what fascinates me and has me wanting to date her. She might be the quiet influence I need in my life. Someone to finally make me give up my man-whoring ways. She would be everything my mother could ask for me in a wife, and as much as I hate that, maybe that’s why I’m attracted to her, because she ticks all the boxes I’m constantly being told I need.

Not that she has given me the time of day and has, in fact, told me quite plainly that friendship is all that’s on offer. So of course, that is like throwing down the biggest challenge in front of me. I might play it off as a joke most of the time, but I do fancy her, and I just wish she would let me explore if it’s anything more than just a fascination of trying to get what I can’t have. Now it’s even harder to ignore my thoughts, with her being around a lot more. Once Rem’s surprise son Blaise turned up on his doorstop, he needed a nanny, and Elouise was the perfect answer. Rem moved her in with him, so now not only is she with Tori sometimes, but she’s become part of the group in more ways than one.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the four most handsome men in London all in one place.” Tori’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

“One hot-as-fuck fiancé and three average men I would say is a better description,” Nic grumbles as he immediately stands and walks straight to her, kissing her harder than is probably office appropriate, but we are used to that.

“Feeling a little threatened, are we?” I can’t help but push his buttons a little more. “I must admit, the woman I was with last night wasn’t complaining one little bit about my looks.” Standing up straight, I hear Tori laugh at both Nic’s reaction and my reply.

“So, she was blind then.” Forrest throws his comment in there, and for once it doesn’t even annoy me, because right now my mind is back in bed with a very naked, extremely beautiful Felisha Kentwall.

And without even realizing it, that hard, independent, and control-seeking woman has just wiped every single thought of Elouise from my soul, and I can’t help but wonder what another night with Felisha would be like.

Realistically, I know it won’t happen again.

But damn, I’d love to go back there, just once.

And this time, I’d break down those walls in the first five seconds until there was no way she’d be fighting for control.

Happily, she’d give her all and beg for me to ruin her again, whether she admits I did that last night or not.

We both know last night was like nothing either of us have ever had before.

Pure perfection!

“Flynn, you with us?” Nic is looking at me like I missed the start of the meeting.

“Unfortunately.” Locking down the movie reel in my head of last night, I switch back into work mode.

I need to move forward with the new day.