5. Katie
KATIE
Lying on my new bed, I stare up at the ceiling, trying to think about anything other than Robert and how hot he is.
And I’m failing miserably.
Despite having never met him before, I always knew he was stunning. Even though Kyle’s a major prick, he is good-looking, so I knew his father must be too. I’d seen a few photos of him around the house and one online when my curiosity got the best of me and I googled him.
But seeing him in person, towering over me like an Adonis, is something entirely different. The best way I can describe it is like watching Gordon Ramsay cook some incredible meal on TV versus actually getting to sit down and eat it. Actually tasting it.
Robert has always been off-limits. Despite him being twice my age, I was also obviously marrying his son. But now that that’s not happening…I mean, we just made out…
We did more than that.
I’m embarrassed now for pulling back. But the fact that he actually respected my apprehension—even understood it—only makes me want him more.
My phone buzzes, causing my heart to jump. I pick it up, expecting to see some cruel insult from Kyle or a half-hearted attempt to get me to marry him. But nope, it’s a call from Deena.
“Hey, you!” I say happily, answering quickly.
“Oh my God, Katie-babes, you’re still alive,” she says with relief. “I thought you were dead.”
My eyes close as I realize it’s been hours since I left the house and I haven’t said a word to Deena. That’s not normal for us.
“I am so sorry. I’ve been ducking a hailstorm of texts from Kyle.”
“What in the world happened?” She sounds like a concerned mother. “And where are you?”
I open my mouth to respond but pause. How to explain this?
“Well…I’m at Robert’s penthouse.”
This time, the pause comes from her end.
“Wait, what? Robert who? Robert Reed?”
I know I shouldn’t be, but I’m almost laughing. Poor Deena. She must think the world just turned upside down on her.
“Um, yes,” I reply slowly. “Robert Reed.”
I can picture her now, sitting on the fluffy white chair in her bedroom, twirling a bit of hair around her finger.
“Okay,” she says firmly. “Tell me everything.”
I go through it all. From going downstairs for tea, to walking in on Kyle and Clarice in the bathroom, to Robert stepping in and taking me by the hand and bringing me here, back to his secret penthouse with a doorman and a private elevator.
“God, you must feel like a queen,” she says after I finish.
I giggle as my cheeks heat up. “A princess,” I correct her.
“Oh, you—”
A commotion from out in the hallway causes me to stand. “Hang on one second.” I press my ear to the door and hear the sound of raised male voices. “Deena, I’ve gotta go. I’m sorry.”
Hanging up, I step out into the hallway and pace quietly down to the living room. As I round the corner, the voices grow louder. One of them does not belong here and goes straight to my heart.
Kyle.
“Get out of my way!” he shouts, sounding like the spoiled child he is. “She’s my fiancée. I can see her if I want to!”
Guess he did have the balls to come here after all. He must really want that money.
“She’s as much your fiancée as Clarice is my girlfriend!” Robert gnashes back.
I peek around the corner to see him facing off with his son. His eyes are narrow and his jaw clenched. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was ready to hit him.
But he wouldn’t hit his son…would he?
“Why are you trying to get in my way, Dad?” Kyle’s question nearly causes me to burst out laughing. Where is this guy’s head at? “If I want to talk to her, I’m gonna talk to her. Now move.”
Like some wanna-be tough guy, Kyle tries to brush past Robert, who is significantly taller than he is—and also bigger, wider, stronger. Everything that ends with -er that could swing this confrontation in Robert’s favor? He is that.
He presses a firm palm against Kyle’s chest, holding him where he is. “This is not happening,” he growls. “Now you turn around and get the hell out of here.”
“Not before I talk to her.”
“You want someone to talk to? Go talk to Clarice. I’m sure she’s got lots to say.”
Kyle snorts one of those arrogant laughs that high school quarterbacks in movies always have. “Ah, so that’s what this is about. You’re mad I stole your woman!”
Robert’s disappointment in his son is so obvious it could be seen by a person on the other side of the globe. He closes his eyes, drops his chin, and shakes his head.
“Kyle, you two can go spend the rest of your lives together. I do not care.”
I don’t know how Robert can keep his cool right now. I’m boiling up inside just watching this. Kyle’s audacity is unbelievable. If I was a big guy, I’d find it hard not to ball up my fist and knock him out.
Suddenly, an idea pops into my mind.
“I’m gonna tell you once more, Kyle,” Robert says as I stride out around the corner, my body tense like I’m about to compete in the Olympics. “Get out of—”
He doesn’t even get a chance to finish. I slide in front of him, throw my arms around his neck, and pull his lips to mine.
I kiss him deeply with every ounce of desire in my body. I moan into his mouth and hear an audible gasp behind me from Kyle as he’s forced to watch me make out with his father.
Yeah, well, this is what you deserve, dickhole.
He says nothing as we continue to kiss for at least ten seconds. When I finally let go, even Robert looks shocked. But his expression quickly shifts into one of lust and amusement. I smirk at him before turning around to face Kyle.
“You and me are not happening. Are we clear?”
For a moment, he just stares at me, like he’s been hypnotized.
But then, like a gunshot, he leaps at me with both hands aimed at my throat. “You bitch!”
It happens so fast that it barely even registers.
Robert sweeps out from behind me and grabs his son by the shoulders.
He slams him into the wall and presses him there.
Hard. My heart pounds inside my chest as Kyle struggles to get free.
But it’s no use. Robert is too strong, too big, and too determined.
A volcano of a man, two seconds from erupting.
“Don’t ever do anything like that again,” he growls. “Katie is mine. Understand? You don’t lay a finger on her.”
With one hand, he presses the elevator button. The doors open instantly, and he shoves his son inside.
“Whatever,” Kyle scoffs, throwing a scowl my way. “She’s secondhand goods anyway.”
Robert laughs. He sees right through his son’s lies. “No. She’s not.”
The elevator doors close, and it goes down. Robert quickly turns to me. I throw myself into his arms.
“He’s lying!” I blurt out. “We never did anything, Robert. I never let him touch me—”
“I know, baby. I know.” His voice is low and tense but kind at the same time. It fills me with relief as I rest my head against his musclebound chest. “That was some move. Kissing me like that.”
I hear the smile on his lips and look up to see his eyes gleaming down at me. My cheeks instantly heat up. My thighs start to tingle.
There I go again, melting like butter.
The desire in his face is obvious, even as he tries to hide it. He’s still trying to be a gentleman. Let me take my time. But as I play back what just happened, as I stare at the brutal angles of his gorgeous face, as I feel the heat radiating off his brawny body, I’m hit with a truth.
My desire is just as intense. Maybe even more so.
“Robert,” I whisper, my lips trembling.
“Yes, angel?”
“I–I’m ready.”
My whole body buzzes as he drags his eyes over me.
What a strong gaze. I feel so delightfully small standing next to him.
He must be at least a foot taller than me, and he’s stacked with muscles.
Without even thinking, I start to imagine how incredible he must look under those linen pants and expensive button-up.
He takes a slow, deep breath and places his hands on my waist, sending a thrilling jolt of electricity through me.
“You’re sure, angel? Because if I let myself go right now…I won’t hold back.”
His words light me up inside. Goosebumps spread across my arms. I’m salivating as he looks down at me with dark eyes.
“I don’t want you to.”
And like that, Robert makes his move.
The next thing I know, I’m in his arms being carried across the living room. His lips to mine, I moan as he presses his tongue deep into my mouth. There’s a hunger raging in me. A hunger I’ve never felt. I want to be devoured and devour him at the same time.
As he sets me down on my back on the couch, my legs instinctively press together. He gets the message, and with a single tug pulls my shorts and panties right off.
“We don’t need these anymore.” His words come out as a hungry growl that goes straight to my stomach. Without thinking, I lift my shirt up, showing him everything.
I don’t know where this courage is coming from, but it feels right.
Robert’s eyes widen as he drinks me in, then narrow as he leans down and grabs my breasts with both hands. I gasp as he kisses them, then takes each nipple between his lips, flicking circles with his tongue.
It’s then I realize he still has my panties in his hand, and he’s pressing them to his nose, sniffing them like he’s inhaling some kind of drug.
“You smell delicious, angel,” he growls. “You taste delicious. You are delicious.”
His words cause my legs to fall open, my thighs burning with desire.
I may be a virgin, but my pussy knows what’s coming, and I’m dripping down onto the couch cushions below.
My clit is pulsing with anticipation. I can barely keep myself steady as I slide my hands down his shirt collar and feel the firm, tense muscles.
“I’m yours,” I say, parting my legs wider. “Do what you want with me.”
“Goddamn.” He sits up, and tears his shirt off with a single motion. Buttons spray everywhere as he throws it aside, revealing the most perfect male physique I’ve ever seen. Better than anything I could have ever imagined.
Muscles on muscles, sculpted lines like he was made by God. Just the right amount of chest hair and skin the color of honey.
The bulge in his pants is impossible to ignore. And when he tugs down his fly, revealing a pair of white boxer briefs, a hint of nervousness starts to tickle in the back of my brain.
Whatever’s hiding under there…it can’t be possible…can it?
“I’ve got something for you, princess,” Robert says, taking a power stance and letting his pants fall to the floor. “Something that will fill you up.”
“Robert…”
He pulls his briefs down, and my jaw drops as his cock springs out, strong and thick, standing out straight from between his thighs. It’s like a flagpole. A spear. The barrel of a canon.
My clit pulses harder, faster. I’m seriously dripping now. Making a mess all over his couch.
I may be a virgin, but I know a big cock when I see one. And Robert’s doesn’t even qualify as big. He’s enormous.
“You want it?” he asks, standing like a king over me. All I can do is nod. “Then tell me.”
I search for my voice, but nothing comes out. Swallowing hard, I try again.
“I want it, Robert.”
His eyes flare. The muscles on the sides of his jaw flex.
“Tell me again, angel,” he commands, leaning down over me, his massive arms flanking my neck. “Tell me you want my cock.”
“I want your cock, Robert—”
I barely get to finish saying his name before he thrusts inside me, his thick cock filling me to the threshold of pain. He’s so big he’s literally stretching me. And I want to take it all. But he’s not giving it to me. He’s only a few inches in.
“I’m gonna take your cherry now, angel. Take a deep breath.”
His words excite me. I know what he means, in theory. Now I’m going to experience it.
Following his instructions, I breathe deeply. My pussy clenches tightly around him as he slides deeper. A pressure swells in me, and I grip his massive forearms with both hands. He presses deeper, and that pressure gives way. I take him. I take him all.
I gasp as the overwhelming swell of sensations hit me. I’ve barely just taken him, but I wish we could stay linked like this forever.
“That’s it, baby,” he growls, bottoming out inside me. “That’s everything. You’re mine now.”