Romance: Hard To Love 1 (Billionaire Romance Series) (Love Dies Hard) (3 page)

“Why do you need to think about? End it this week and spend the weekend with me,” Marcus says tempting me.

“You are awfully tempting,” I say with a sexy smile. And he lays the most passionate kiss on my lips that it steals my breath away.

“What am I going to do with you?” I ask breaking away from the kiss.

“Let me show you,” he says rolling on top of me. My boy toy is ready for round two.

Chapter 5

Marcus

I want Sophie with me day and night. What’s gotten into me? I find myself wanting to be exclusive with her. I told her so, and she said she would think about it. I don’t want her with anyone else but me and I don’t want anyone but her in my bed. She better dump that other guy soon, it’s eating at me that she has to think about it. Most women would kill to have me exclusively. Sorry, I know I have a huge ego, but it’s true. The irony here is that just when I think I’ve finally found the girl for me, this time she’s the hesitant one. It’s called Karma isn’t it? Karma is going to bite me in the ass, I just know it. Cut my heart open and leave it bleeding, I can just see it now. Is this a train wreck waiting to happen? I will take my chances with Sophie. I think she is worth taking a chance on. She is everything perfect to me.

She comes into my office today and sits across from my desk and crosses her legs.

“I ended it with him,” she tells me matter of factly, with a straight face, no emotions that I can read. She’s a cold woman isn’t she? I should be running the other direction, but I want her, I want all of this tough and stubborn woman. She’s gotten under my skin without even trying.

“I’m glad to hear it,” I sigh out with a smile. A small smile sweeps across her face, the same smile I see after I make love to her and I melt inside. It warms my insides knowing she gave him up to be with me and only me.

“Tonight?” she asks.

“Yes, where?” I ask.

“My place tonight, I’ll pick up some dinner on the way home,” she says.

“Perfect,” I reply with my signature, I can’t wait to get you in bed sexy smirk. I see her shift in her chair and I know I just made her wet.

When I get to her place she has dinner set on the table and all the take out containers put away, so it looks like she made dinner. This is her version of making dinner since she doesn’t cook. She even dims the lights and lights some candles. It’s sweet, she’s trying to make it romantic. I pull her close to me before we sit down.

“You set a beautiful table and dinner looks great,” I say and then I kiss her. I’m falling for this girl. The slightest gesture from her makes me happy.

“Come on, let’s eat before it gets cold,” she says pulling away to sit down.

“Some of the group is hitting Club 21 on Saturday, do you want to go?” I ask.

“So your willing to go public with us and announce to the firm that we’re sleeping together?” she replies, direct and to the point as usual. She can be such a ball buster.

“Yes I am, and we’re doing more than just sleeping together. I enjoy doing other things with you,” I say and I mean it.

“Alright then, sure, it sounds like fun,” she says with a smile.

“So you’re willing to go public with us?” I ask right back at her.

“Well, I’m a little hesitant but what the hell. I’m good with it if you are. Tongues are going to wag,” she remarks.

“What do you mean by that?” I ask.

“I think some of the girls at work will talk and stare daggers at me when they find out I’ve corralled the office player for the time being. I know my assistant Julia checks you out and she asked me if we were seeing each other,” she says.

“What was your answer?” I ask.

“I told her I don’t kiss and tell,” she says with a laugh.

“Aren’t you quick witted,” I tease her.

“It’s true, I don’t kiss and tell. I never talk about my racy sex life,” she quips cocking an eyebrow at me and she’s wearing a devilish smile.

“I’ll say it’s racy, you surprised the hell out of me that first night we came back to your place. You threw me off my game,” I let out a throaty laugh at her expense, but she takes it in stride and fires right back at me.

“I know I look all good girl on the outside, but you bring out the naughty in me,” she says as she rubs her foot along my growing arousal.

“Really, you don’t say?”

“I had heard about your reputation as a ladies man already and I wanted to give you a run for your money big boy,” she teases sassily and I want to take her on this dining table right now.

“I was determined to bed you that night we went out for drinks, and you sure showed me once we got back to your place. You just spread yourself out for me and I couldn’t believe my good fortune,” I taunt her.

“Yes, you were the lucky one that night.  I find myself spreading so easily for you, I’m not usually like that. You really have a way with the ladies, I can’t put my finger on what it is. I think it’s your cocky sexiness and your bedroom voice that’s gets women to spread their legs for you,” Sophie says. The way she talks blows me away, the stuff that comes out of that pretty little mouth of hers. Now I know why she doesn’t take me seriously.

“Sophie, please don’t talk about me like that, like I’m a piece of meat that just wants to get laid all of the time,” I say feeling hurt by her words.

“Look Marcus, you and I know I speak the truth. Accept it,” she dishes it out to me. Karma’s a bitch.

“Fine, let’s talk about something else,” I ask.

“Let’s just not talk at all anymore,” she says standing up and taking our dishes to the sink.

“Come on, it’s sexy time lover boy,” she says sultrily walking toward her bedroom. Damn, she makes me feel so cheap, like I’m her boy toy.

“Hey, I’m not your Gigolo,” I say following her into her bedroom and I hear her sweet laughter.

I’m banging into her hard, over and over. I’ll show her, her head is banging into her headboard and she looks like she’s enjoying it, I know I am.

“Fuck Sophie, you’re so tight. You feel so good wrapped around me,” I growl down at her spread wide for me.

“Just the way you like it right?” she pants out.

“Damn right, I love the way you spread wide for me,” I continue the dirty talk I know she loves.

“Yes, my boy toy,” she says with a sexy teasing smile. Her palms rest on my hips to stop me. I pull out and she rolls over to get on her hands and knees then she shakes her ass in the air, she wants it from behind. I love it from behind, like animals do.

“Spread wider,” I say huskily.

“Ahhh,” she says as I enter her in one full stroke. At first I grab her hips and pull her down onto me, and then I let go and she rocks back into me. I see her delicate hands fisting the sheets and hear her pants of animalistic pleasure fill the room. She is so wanton in the bedroom. She’s in charge of the fucking right now.

“Oh yeah baby, slide back on me,” I growl at her. Then I bend down and spoon her back and wrap my arm around her waist as I bite the back of her neck. I love making love to her. Did I just say making love? I never call it making love, get over it Marcus. This girl doesn’t do love and neither do you.

“God Marcus,” she says in a tight throaty voice.

“Roll over,” I command, I want to pound into her. I slide out of her and she rolls under me and looks through me with those beautiful eyes of hers. I could get lost in those eyes, I want to own this girl.

“I spread so easily for you. What made you choose me out of all the office girls?” she says all sweet and innocent. She loves to do this role play, dirty talk. It makes me so hard, it’s such a turn on.

“I could tell by the sway of your hips when you walk that you would be an amazing screw, and I was right baby,” I say right back to her as I slide home. I can hear how slick and wet she is for me as I piston in and out of her tightness. She pulls back her knees so now I’m balls deep into her and I slap into her hard, I put her through the paces and she always keeps up with me. She’s getting breathless and I love seeing her bodacious breasts heave with every thrust.

“Oh Marcus, I’m coming, let go baby,” she cries out, lips parted, eyes closed. And I do as I’m told, I have another heart stopping explosion into the depths of her.

“This is some sexy music you turn on. What’s the name of this song and who sings it?” I say softly as I lay on my back and Sophie is resting her head on my chest and I hold her close to me. I think they call this basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking. Man, have I become the biggest sap.

“This song is
Happy
by a group called Surface, and the song before this was
So Amazing
by Luther Vandross. I love to listen to some sensual R and B once in a while,” she replies in her soft satisfied Sophie voice. The sweet voiced girl I think I’m falling for, falling for hard and she acts like she could care less.

“You’ve hypnotized me, you make me happy,” I tell her as I roll on top of her and gaze into the depths of those beautiful almond shaped eyes of hers. She offers me a faint smile as she reaches up to caress my face, but doesn’t return the sentiment.

“You have all of these songs about love on your player, but yet you say you don’t do love, why is that exactly?” I venture to ask when she is in her sweet satisfied mood.

“It’s an over-rated emotion that I never feel,” she says without a moment’s hesitation.

“True, true,” I can’t help but agree, “have you ever been, in love that is?”

“Once I think I was, and once was enough for me,” is all Sophie offers and I’m not sure if I should pry further as I see a cloud pass across her expression and she won’t meet my eyes. Whoever it was hurt her and hurt her bad.

Chapter 6

Sophie

Marcus and I spend about five nights a week together. I love the sex with him, it’s the best I’ve ever had in my life, and I’m addicted. I can’t get enough of him, and it’s a little scary because I know eventually I will have to give him up. John Devereaux and I continue to have contact; he calls me once a week to check in. He still wants to see me, but I’ve ended it for now, like Marcus asked me to. He has some kind of hold over me for the time being, I will let myself enjoy all of him and give him all of me.

Tonight we’re meeting some friends from the office at Club 21. This will be the first time our fellow managers will see us together. Tongues will most definitely wag. I’m sure most of them would never peg Marcus and me together. The office’s biggest player with the ‘good’ girl, at least the think I’m the ‘good’ girl. They just don’t know what kind of ‘good’ girl I am. Marcus would say I was ‘good’, ‘good’ in bed that is, I think wickedly.

“Look at you, you scream sexy tonight,” Marcus says wrapping his arms around me and laying a passionate kiss on my lips. I love his kisses.

“Thank you, is it too much?” I ask. I’ve got a form fitting black off the shoulder Herve Leger bandage dress on and some high nude pumps to make my legs look a mile long.

“You are going to drive the guys from the office wild, but you’re mine,” Marcus says possessively. Hmm, interesting.

Once we get into the Club, we spot our group of fellow money managers. More of the guys are here than the few women managers. I can feel all the men eye me appraisingly. Marcus stays close by my side all evening, touching me the whole time and I can’t help feeling he is trying to show all the guys that I’m his. I find it all interestingly endearing. The player is actually trying to stake his claim over me, I’m flattered.

“So Sophie, you and Marcus?” Christopher McMillan leans over and whispers in my ear when Marcus steps away for a few minutes.

“Does it surprise you?” I ask.

“Quite frankly it does, it surprises all of us,” Christopher replies with a broad grin, “I thought you had a boyfriend?”

“I cut him loose,” I reply with a wink.

“For Marcus?” he asks curiously.

“It was my decision,” I say taking a sip of my drink.

“I hope you know what you’re doing. You know he’s not the settle down type?” Christopher asks as if cautioning me like a big brother would.

“I’m aware. I’m a big girl I can take care of myself,” I say just as Marcus comes up behind me wrapping his arms around me. Christopher takes it all in but says no more. Marcus has another drink in his hand, I didn’t realize what a heavy drinker he is. I think he’s had at least six beers and we’ve only been here for an hour. I excuse myself to go and find the ladies room and Tasha Grey, another manager I work with joins me.

“Girl, I didn’t know you and Marcus were you know,” she says raising her eyebrows.

“We have been for a while,” I say off handedly as I re-apply my glossy red lipstick that Marcus seems to love on me.

“Is he as good as they say he is?” Tasha asks with a wicked laugh.

“I usually don’t kiss and tell Tasha,” I say guardedly.

“Oh come on, I promise I won’t repeat it. He has a way with the ladies,” Tasha continues. I’m so tempted to share, do I dare? I have my reputation to think of.

“Mind-blowing,” is all I say with a smile I can’t wipe off my face.

“Oh my god Sophie, I knew it. He looks like he would be so naughty in between the sheets!” Tasha practically shrieks. I have a feeling she has had her eye on him herself, lots of the women at work do. But why he chose me to be his little tart, I have no idea. I will just enjoy the ride with my player, ask me no questions and I will tell you no lies.

“I can’t say anymore and you better not breathe a word to anybody else,” I warn her.

When I find Marcus, one of the other girls in our group is invading his space and standing so close to him. Her name is Cassie, Cassie Long, she’s new at the firm. I must admit, she is very pretty. A perky blonde and tall. I’m a brunette and on the petite, but curvy side. I am half Chinese and half Welsh on my Dad’s side. I don’t want to interrupt their intimate conversation so I stand back and Christopher comes up to me.

“Do you want to dance?” he asks.

“I would love to,” I say giving him one of my sweet smiles. As we walk away from the group, I see Marcus taking notice.  A Maroon 5 tune is playing, one of my favs,
It Was Always You
, and I get into it. Waving my arms in the air, gyrating my hips suggestively, I love dancing. My eyes close and I get lost in the music. When I open my eyes again, Marcus is cutting in. What does he think he’s doing? Possessive aren’t we, I just chuckle to myself. Whatever, he was talking with Miss Perky. Marcus pulls me into him, pressing his hard on into me for all to see. I pull back and look him in the eye, he’s drunk. I kiss him on the lips and he deepens the kiss.

“Let’s go,” he growls.

“Okay,” I say letting him lead me off the dance floor. As we walk by our group, Marcus doesn’t even stop to say goodbye, so I just wave as he pulls me out of the loud club and out to the valet area.

“I’m sure we gave everyone from the office a show tonight,” I say in the car on the way home, I’m driving.

“What?” Marcus slurs out and he’s practically asleep already.

“Never mind,” is all I say. This is fun, he is so drunk I can’t even have a conversation with him.

We get back to my apartment and he passes out cold on me in my bed and I have to take off his shoes for him and his belt and tuck him in, lovely.

Needless to say, something about tonight’s turn of events doesn’t sit well with me.

First of all, Christopher appraises Marcus and me together and then tries to warn me off him. He seemed genuinely concerned for me, like a big brother would be. Little does he know that I can take of myself.

Then Tasha basically asks me how the firm’s male slut is in bed. Her teasing reminds me of what I already knew. If I’m sleeping with the male slut of the firm, what does that make me now that we’ve announced it to the world?

I hope I can get out of this…relationship isn’t quite the word I would use for what Marcus and I have. It’s more of an arrangement. Will I be able to get out of this arrangement unscathed?

And his drunkenness, what the hell are you doing Sophie? You know better, you’re too smart for this so why are you doing it? I can’t explain it any other way than to say I’m sowing my wild oats. I was curious. I will come to my senses soon, but I’m not quite ready to move on yet. Sexy time with Marcus is just too incredibly satisfying to give up.