Romance: Hard To Love 1 (Billionaire Romance Series) (Love Dies Hard) (2 page)

Chapter 3

Marcus

Now that I’ve been inside her body, I want inside her head. But that’s a place few men have been before, she’s so guarded and won’t let me in. Only after Sophie and I make love, God, make love is not usually in my vocabulary. After I’ve taken her to oblivion, I get a glimpse of a softer side of Sophie, a side I know she rarely shows the rest of the world. A softer, playful and almost tender side I see when we enjoy some pillow talk. She’s relaxed and satiated. She lets her guard down for a while, however brief it is, I’ll take it and soak it in.

Sophie really is like a female version of me, it’s almost scary. I can tell she doesn’t do love, doesn’t do attachment, hell she came straight out and told me so. And when she did, it rang true for me too. I felt every single word she was saying. We’ve obviously both been hurt before and we won’t let anyone close again, I understand that. Only this time with Sophie, I have these feelings for her which I haven’t ever felt before. Strong feelings, I want to love and protect this tough stubborn girl who I know way deep down inside just wants to be loved like anyone else. And there is so much to love about her. Behind closed doors she is extremely satisfying, and I don’t mean just physically. Emotionally and mentally she challenges me yet gives me all that I need. She doesn’t take shit from anyone. She’s smart and fiercely independent, but these are qualities I admire about her. She has an edge to her, that’s for sure. She is well regarded at the office and she treats everyone with kindness and respect, everyone except for me. She treats me like all I’m for is a good time. She calls me a womanizer, a player or a ladies man any chance she gets. I guess I’ve earned all of those names. She says she’s going to use me just like I’ve probably used countless other women who I’ve had my way with and then left when I was through with them. I can’t deny it, I’ve behaved that way in the past.

In spite of all of this, we can’t seem to stay away from each other. I still want her all of the time and she is always ready and willing to give herself to me, in the bedroom that is.

She’s seeing some other guy, John something. He sounds like some stud attorney who must be a good catch or Sophie wouldn’t waste her time with him. I want him gone and out of her life, but she won’t cut him loose just yet. I haven’t proven myself to be enough of a distraction. 

She sleeps with me during the week, and sees him on the weekends. I guess I’m her weekday boy toy and he’s her weekend boyfriend.  I get it, but it’s starting to not sit well with me. I want more, I want her on the weekends too. She’s pretty firm on seeing this guy John still.

“When are you going to start seeing me on the weekends,” I ask after another mind blowing session with my minx. She fascinates me with this dirty talk, or role playing she likes in the bedroom. You would never, ever guess this of her if you met her in the work setting. She comes across so straight-laced, classy and professional. But boy, when the bedroom door closes, I love the change in her. She can keep up with me, and give it right back to me and then some. Whew, some nights she wears me out and puts me through the paces.

“What are you complaining about? You get it from me during the week and are free to do what you want on the weekends. I would think that’s a player’s wet dream,” she says in her wickedly sassy tone. Damn, does she care a lick about me I wonder? She’s one tough and stubborn woman, but I can’t get enough of her, why is that? Sometimes I’m left feeling used and abused, but I bet that’s how some of the women I’ve been with in the past have felt. Sophie really is giving me a dose of my own medicine.

“I want to see you more, I want to be elevated to boyfriend status, instead of the boy toy status I’m at right now,” I say. All she does is laugh.

“Patience Marcus, patience,” is all she offers.

Chapter 4

Sophie

I actually look forward to my weeknights with Marcus. Even beyond the mind-blowing sex, we can really talk with each other. We have a lot in common, like the way we approach ‘relationships’. We both have a wicked sense of humor and can be a bit cynical when it comes to life. We’re equals at work, smart and driven. We both won’t take shit from anyone. I enjoy just being with him, he’s smart, has a great sense of humor, and can be a lot of fun, in and out of the bedroom. But here’s the thing, I would never put all of my eggs in one basket with him, given his track record. I’ve been awfully tempted to cut John, my weekend boyfriend loose. Marcus pushes for being the weekend boyfriend too, but how can I take someone like him seriously? Why does he even bother saying stuff like that, could he really mean it? I’m always DTF with him though, wink! He satisfies my dirty talk and roll playing in the bedroom. He is such a skilled lover, he knows how to push all of the right buttons to leave my body humming. I can’t get enough of him in that department, that’s for sure. He’s doing his daily cruise by my office. He usually comes by in the afternoon to see if we’re going to hook up in the evening. He even cooks me dinner some nights, that’s a definite perk.

“Tonight?” he asks, taking a seat in the chair across from my desk.

“Yes, where?” I ask.

“My place, I’ll cook dinner,” he says with his wickedly sexy smile. I sure hope no one can read our body language.

“See you later then,” I say looking at my computer screen, I don’t want people to start talking about us. I will need to talk to him about that tonight. He gets the hint and saunters out of my office and I can’t help checking out his great ass, just as my assistant catches me. She already suspects something is going on

between us, how could she not when she sees him coming by every afternoon. I think she has a thing for him herself.

“Sophie, are you seeing Marcus?” Julia asks as she comes into my office to hand me a report she drafted.

“Depends on what you mean by ‘seeing’,” I laugh raising my eyebrows.

“Have you ‘seen’ him?” she laughs out incredulously.

“I don’t kiss and tell,” is all I say.

“Damn, I was hoping to get some juicy details,” Julia laughs.

“Sorry, my lips are sealed,” I say smiling sweetly at her. I really don’t kiss and tell, I like to keep my private life just that, private. I don’t even tell my best girlfriends, they wouldn’t approve of this weekday and weekend boyfriend arrangement I have going on. My girlfriends are all sweet good girl types. I guess if I had wilder, slutty girlfriends I may tell them the truth. But I guess deep down inside I’m more of a good girl type, at least that’s the image I like to portray to the public at large. But I guess having two men isn’t what a good girl type would do, is it? Can I admit something to you? I don’t have sex with John, my weekend boyfriend. I do draw the line there. I couldn’t have two lovers at the same time, that wouldn’t be right. I do have a small sense of decorum. Well, I’m being honest with you about who I am. I know what I’m doing isn’t moral, but luckily I’m still single. Look at what some married people do?

After work, I drive myself down to Marcus’ beachfront condo in Manhattan Beach. Manhattan is the happening place for singles, and Marcus has the ultimate bachelor’s pad, perfect for his seductive way of life. And seduce me he does, he puts on the right music to get me in the mood, cooks for me, which actually is the ultimate aphrodisiac in my book. Aren’t I funny, in a laugh out loud kind of way? It turns me on that he’s good in the kitchen, just like he is in the bedroom. I always bring stuff to spend the night with him. We’ve gotten pretty comfortable with each other, but I won’t leave a single thing of mine there. What I bring down with me, I pack up and take with me. This way if this ends abruptly for any reason, there’s none of this,
I need to get
my stuff from your place
bullshit. Same with him, he’s not allowed to leave anything behind at my place. He claims he can be domesticated. He does his own laundry, keeps his condo a lot neater and tidier than my apartment and actually cooks for himself. I don’t cook and am a horrible housekeeper. I’m a messy bessy. I work such long hours, that when I get home from the office, I like to crash on the sofa and watch
The Good Wife
or
Scandal
, TV shows which depict smart, strong, high-powered career women. Women who I can admire and emulate. I love the way the lead women dress in both of these shows. Professional and classy, yet still sexy and feminine, it’s how I dress. I do get compliments from men and women alike on my sense style at the office. It gets me noticed, in a good way.

“What’s for dinner, I’m hungry,” I ask as Marcus greets me at the door with a smoldering look and a passionate kiss.

“Hungry for what?” he asks.

“Food first and you second,” I tease, grabbing his cock which is hard already. He pulls me in and grabs my breast.

“How about the other way around?” he says kissing my neck as I throw my head back and wrap my leg around him.

“Seriously, I’m famished. I skipped lunch today,” I say.

“Alright, let me finish cooking dinner,” Marcus says prying himself away from me and walking into the kitchen.

“Something smells good,” I say as I scoot up and sit on the barstool in his kitchen.

“Tacos.”

“Mmmm, I love your tacos, they’re the best,” I say with a smile. I’m a lucky girl and I know it. Having Marcus’ undivided attention for as long as we’ve been doing this is probably a record for him. He told me as much and I believe him, judging by the dirt I heard about him before we started this ‘arrangement’. I know there was a girl from another office who he slept with and when he was done with her, she kept calling him and looking for him at office functions. I caught a glimpse of her, her name was Lucy and she was hot and sexy, just the way he likes his women. But as usual, it didn’t last long and this womanizer moved on. For some reason, I have been able to hold his attention. I think it’s because I give it right back to him, I act like I can take him or leave him. Seems to keep him coming back for more of what I’m dishing out. And I’m dishing out great sexy time. The sex between us is off the charts, for me at least. He doesn’t ever discuss his prior escapades or should I call them sexcapades.

Over dinner, Marcus starts telling me about this pain in the ass client. I know who he is, this guy has a huge ego. I’ve had to deal with him on a few occasions and he is so sexist, doesn’t think a woman can get the job done, so he asked for Marcus to handle his account. And the way he used to undress me with his eyes was just too much for me anyway. He was sexy, he looked like one of those kinky high-powered businessmen.

“Do you know that Neal Douglas actually pinched my ass once?” I tell Marcus.

“You’re kidding me right?” Marcus says a little heatedly.

“No, I’m dead serious. This was after he practically undressed me with his eyes.”

“That’s sexual harassment,” he says angrily.

“I’ll tell you what’s sexual harassment, my boss’s son. He keeps banging my head against my headboard when he pounds into me,” I say wickedly.

“I don’t see you complaining,” he throws right back at me.

“I may have to file a lawsuit against him,” I tease.

“I could file a lawsuit right back at you woman. I think you sexually harass me.”

“And you love every minute of it,” I quip, I love the sexy banter we have going. Marcus is such a breath of fresh air for me. I love that we can be totally up front with each other, no games.

After dinner, he clears the dishes and gets them into the dishwasher and I go and get myself ready for him. I suppose he is quite the domestic guy, surprising isn’t it? He makes me feel taken care of and that’s a good feeling I must admit. He can be a real sweetheart, a real charmer. I do enjoy being with him and not just in the bedroom, although that is a big part of it for me. He is really good in bed, did I say that already? He satisfies me on so many levels. He knows how to make sex incredibly pleasurable, with his touch, his words and his actions. Very confident in his sexual prowess, I’ve never been with a man who makes me feel so sexy, so womanly, and oh so good. Speak of the devil. He comes up behind me in the bathroom. I’m standing in front of the floor length mirror in my sexy lingerie ensemble from La Perla.

“Woman, you look so fucking sexy,” he growls into the back of neck and circles my waist with his strong hands. One hand goes searching and dips down into my panties and strokes my sensitive nub with just the right amount of pressure. A soft moan of pleasure escapes from my parted lips.

“So slick and wet for me already babe,” Marcus purrs into my ear with his low, throaty masculine bedroom voice.

“I’m always wet for you, even at the work. When you walk by my office with your sexy smirk that screams I want you, it turns me on,” I whisper out breathily, hoping he won’t use against me later. He presses my tits against the mirror and my palms press against it for leverage.

“I’m taking you right here,” he growls pulling down my panties. This is such an incredible turn on, it’s so hot being able to watch our every move in the full length mirror. I still have my high heeled pumps on, as I spread my legs and bend forward giving him easier access to slide into me.

“Marcus, this is so hot, take me from behind, please,” I pant out, fogging the mirror with my breath.

“You’re hot baby,” he groans and he slides every inch of his length into me as far as he can. I gasp at first, he’s in so deep.

“Ah, ah, ah,” I pant, and sigh as he drives into me, gripping my hips as I admire his hands on me in the mirror. He pumps into me until I can’t stand it a minute longer and then pulls out.

“Bed, now,” he commands out taking my hand in his, dragging me to the bed. He knows I’m a bed sex kind of girl, I like to be comfortable.

I lie back on his bed and he dives into me, rubbing his nose in my slick folds. It’s so dirty and I love it. He’s good with that tongue of his as I glance down at him looking up at me from between my legs. Ahh, perfection…

“Marcus,” I pant as I writhe beneath his tongue. He slowly crawls up my body, stopping at my breasts. He brushes his fingertips lightly over one of them, in small circles and it makes my whole body tingle. Then he sucks on my nipples gently, and it feels soooo good, I’m getting wetter and wetter for him. He devotes the same amount of attention to each breast before he comes up to my face and looks into my eyes.

“You’re so beautiful Sophie, I love making love to you,” he says piercing me with his hooded eyes, filled with lust and desire for me. I feel his words right between my legs as I tighten. His words and his touch make me feel like the sexiest woman alive. He reaches his hand between my legs and his fingers find my sensitive nub and he expertly strokes it with just the right amount of pressure to have me melting in his hands.

“Marcus,” I pant, I can’t take much more of this, I need him inside me, filling me, stretching me, pounding me. He knows I’m ready for him as he shifts between my legs that I wrap around him.

“You spread so easily for me don’t you?” he says starting with the dirty talk. He’s right, I do spread easily for him and he knows it, the damn player who has a way with the women.

“Am I your little tart?” I ask.

“Yes, you’re my sweet little tart,” he grunts out while he drives into me.

“I love being you’re tart, what made you choose me out of all the girls in the office?” I ask demurely.

“The way you would shake your tight little ass at me. You were asking for it weren’t you?” Marcus asks. I love his dirty talk.

“So you noticed? I’ve been fantasizing about you pounding into me,” I tease between pants.

“Oh yeah, I noticed. I would get a raging hard on during my meetings with you,” he admits as he’s picking up his pace. I let out a soft laugh, I love knowing how much he desires me, how he chose me to seduce and keep around for a while. I’ll take whatever time I can get with him, for as long as this lasts, because I know it won’t be forever. I’m developing feelings for him, because the thought of this not being forever causes a flutter of pain to jolt my heart. But I know this can’t and won’t be forever. A man like Marcus isn’t a forever guy, he doesn’t have it in him, or maybe I don’t have it in me.

Our sex is on fire. This is the most pleasing sexual relationship I’ve ever had. We have the kind of hot, hot sex that is always going to be permanently burned into my mind forever. After another earth shattering session, our pillow talk turns serious.

“Sophie, I want you to stop seeing him,” Marcus tells me while tracing circles on my breasts. I feel a twinge in the pit of my stomach, why is this hard for me?

“I’ve been thinking about cutting him loose,” I admit.

“Why don’t you? I want us to be exclusive,” he admits softly.

“Are you sure you can handle that?” I ask looking deeply into his eyes, to see if I can read his sincerity.

“Yes, I want to try. I’ve never felt so close to a woman before, as close as I feel to you,” he admits, exposing a vulnerable side to him I’ve never seen before. Wow, that’s a pretty heavy statement, especially coming from my playboy.

“Hmm, let me think about it,” I say, being honest. I do have to think about it. John is husband material, not that I want to get married just yet. Definitely still want to sow my wild oats for a little longer. And Marcus is a great oats sower!