Torn:Billionaire Bachelors Club #2(12)

Fuck, that is the biggest turn on ever.

Lacking control or finesse, I resume my pace and pound inside of her,  intent on the orgasm that's barreling down upon me. I'm almost there,  the familiar tingling starts at the base of my spine, and my thrusts  become erratic. Pushing deep, deeper still, until I'm buried so far  inside her I'm afraid I'll never find my way out.

Only until then am I coming, my body trembling, a loudly proclaimed fuck  coming from deep within my chest as I come inside her. I clutch her  close, bury my mouth against the soft, fragrant skin of her shoulder,  and I bite her there, earning a whispered gasp from her for my efforts.

"Damn," I breathe as I turn into her, breathing against her neck. She  smells amazing. Like sand and the ocean and flowers. Fragrant and so  damn intoxicating I'm afraid I could stay like this forever, breathing  her in, feeling her surround me.

"Um." She shoves at my chest and I lift my head away from her shoulder to find she's looking fairly awkward.

As in, oh my God, I totally regret doing this type of awkward.

Hell. I've gone and done it this time.

Withdrawing from her, she unwinds her legs from my hips. We're both silent as I set her on her feet, my gaze not meeting hers.

The moment went from hot to uncomfortable in a matter of minutes.

I watch out of the corner of my eye as she bends over and snatches her  clothes up, and I do the same. We both get dressed, and when I throw  away the used condom in the trash can nearby, I earn a snort that sounds  suspiciously of disapproval coming from her direction.

Well, what the hell does she want from me? At least I used protection, right?

Fuck.

I turn to find she's completely covered though rather sloppily, her hair  a haphazard mess around her head and her swollen lips still tempting me  to kiss her.

By the look on her face though, I don't think she's in the mood for sweet kisses and a whispered, "That was fucking amazing."

"We shouldn't have done that," she blurts, clamping her lips shut the moment the words are out.         

     



 

Ouch. I rub at my still bare chest since I haven't buttoned up my shirt  yet. Well. That hurt like hell. "Too late," I say, because what else can  I say? It is too late. We did it.

Best sex of my life and she's full of regret.

"It was a mistake," she continues, her words like daggers straight to my still wildly beating heart.

"Pretty bad for you then, huh?" I quickly do up all the buttons of my  shirt, stuffing my tie into my front pocket. No way she didn't enjoy  what just happened between us. "I couldn't tell, what with the way you  screamed my name and kept begging me ‘please'."

She glares at me. Great. We're right back at it again. "There you go, resuming the piggish qualities I find so endearing."

I shove my shoes on, not bothering with socks. I just want the hell out  of here. My post-climatic high is fading fast. Hell, it's pretty much  demolished. She's got me on the defensive, and I don't like it. "I think  for once, we're in agreement," I tell her as I leave the kitchen.

Marina follows after me, her bare feet taking her pretty fast, since my  angry strides have me at the front door in less than five seconds flat.  "What do you mean?" she calls after me.

I turn and pin her with a glare, suddenly furious at her. More than  anything, furious with myself. I hate how she's making me feel bad, like  I did something wrong. Like we should've never had sex. Maybe she's not  too far off the mark, but it's like she's rubbing it in. "You're right.  It was a mistake. We should never have done that."

Turning away from her, I flick the lock undone and open the door, exiting the bakery without another word.





Chapter Six




Marina

IT TAKES EVERYTHING I have to get out of bed this morning. I hardly  slept, my mind too occupied with last night's events. Every time I  moved, trying to force myself to fall asleep, my entire body ached but  not in a bad way. More in a wow, that was amazing and I came so hard I  almost blacked out sort of way.

Not that I'd ever admit that to Gage.

What had been an amazing moment went south real quick. And it was all my fault.

Regret fills me at the way I spoke to him, how I called what happened  between us a mistake. I mean, yeah. I sort of do regret that it happened  but only because our ‘relationship'-I have no idea what else to call  it-is so bizarre. I don't know him, not really. And what I do know of  him, I don't like. Every time we encounter one another, sparks fly, and  usually they're angry ones.

Not last night, though. Those angry sparks turned into chemistry-filled  sexy sparks, which then morphed into totally orgasmic sparks. God, the  way he touched me, his mouth everywhere, his hands everywhere, his  drugging kisses, his big cock moving inside me . . .

My body tingles just remembering it.

Forcing myself to get up, I take a quick shower, scrubbing my  still-sensitive body carefully with soap. My palms brush over my nipples  and they harden instantaneously. God, what would I do if he was in the  shower with me? His big, soapy hands sliding all over my skin, reaching  between my legs, his sure fingers touching me in that exact spot where I  so desperately want him to touch. Bringing me to orgasm again and  again-

"Marina! It's almost seven! You're going to be late!" Mom yells from the  other side of my bathroom door, killing my delicious Gage-in-the-shower  fantasy in an instant.

I really need to move out on my own, but I come from a traditional  family and haven't really found the need to fight it. Until now.

Finally I get my butt to the bakery to find the pumpkins Gina had set  out a few days ago gone, damp spots remaining where they'd been and a  scattering of pumpkin seeds. I stride into the bakery and look around,  waving at Eli, one of the two college students we have working for us  part-time, on his perch behind the register.

"Where's Gina?" I ask as I get closer to the counter.

"Back in the kitchen. She's working on that second batch of chocolate croissants for you." Eli grins and shakes his head.

I forgot all about the croissants. I think I'm still in a Gage-induced haze.

Entering the kitchen, I find Gina standing at the oven with her back to  me, peering through the glass window to check on her croissants baking  within. "Hey. What happened to the pumpkins outside?" I ask.

"Oh! You startled me." She whirls around, her smile rapidly replaced  with a frown. "When I arrived this morning, they were destroyed. Smashed  all over the sidewalk."

I frown in return. I stayed at least an hour after Gage left, mopping  the floor, scrubbing down the wall he pinned me against. I'd been about  to leave when I noticed the streaks all over the glass front door, from  where he had me pinned there too. I'd had to grab the Windex and scrub  'til it shone.         

     



 

Having sex in the freaking bakery was not the smartest thing to do. I  still can't believe we did it. I mean really, what the hell was I  thinking? He should be my sworn enemy, not the man who gave me the most  intense orgasm of my life.

And if he ever knew that, I can only imagine the smug expression on his  too-handsome face. The sight of it would probably make me want to punch  him.

"I stayed pretty late last night," I finally say. "What time did you get here?"

"Around four. I came early, couldn't sleep." Gina opens the oven door  and reaches inside, a baking mitt covering her hand as she slowly  withdraws the cooking sheet from inside. Perfectly formed golden brown  croissants fill the tray, the fragrant aroma making my mouth water.

And I left just past eleven, so it had to have happened between midnight and four. "I bet it was kids."

"I'm sure. I already cleaned up the mess. It wasn't that bad, but it  makes me reluctant to set out any more pumpkins." Gina shakes her head.  "Jerks."

"Yeah." Unable to resist, I pluck a piping hot croissant off the tray,  tearing off a small piece and dropping it into my mouth. It melts on my  tongue, warm and so freaking delicious I moan loudly. "So good, Gina."

She beams with pride. "Thank you. You know, you can check the security cameras. See if you can see anything."

"You're right." I tear off another piece and chew. I always forget about  the security cameras. They're relatively new. "I think I'll go check it  out."

"Let me know if you see anything," she calls after me as I leave the kitchen and head to my office.

Deciding I better check before I get on with my normal day and forget, I  log into the security site we use, bringing up the outdoor camera. I  fast forward through the film, not really seeing anything until around  two-thirty in the morning, when two people with slender builds and  hoodies over their heads and faces come along and smash the pumpkins  against the sidewalk, kicking them over and jumping up and down on them  like they're bouncing on a trampoline.

Yep, kids. So stupid.

They don't linger long and I stop checking, knowing there's not much I  can do since I can't see their faces. Besides, maybe I could get them on  vandalism charges, but come on, what cop is going to go after kids  destroying pumpkins?