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  Whether Jake likes it or not, I’m not going to give up on this girl. She’s young, she’s beautiful, and she’s intelligent. From what Jake revealed, she gets better grades than him at Columbia.

  If I let her go, I’ll never see her again. My son will have to deal with the fact that I want her, that she’s mine, now.

  After all, I spent my life building a business for him, only to have him fritter away money and act like he doesn’t give a shit about what I’ve set up.

  I rise from the sofa and walk through to the bedroom at last, spare a glance for my cell, then move to the closet and open it. Inside are the suits, shirts, jeans, and shoes I picked out for this weekend.

  I put on a tight white t-shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans, then spritz on some Armani. I’m not giving up on this, and to hell with Jake and his expectations. The pressure of business and loneliness has weighed on me for too long.

  I stride out into the living room, then out the front door. Laughter and the sounds of sex, moans, grunts, emanate from everywhere on this island. Couples caught in the throes of passion, two people in the sand just ahead, a woman atop a man, her tits bronzed by the morning sunlight.

  I ignore it all and march around the side of the villa, kicking up fountains of white sand.

  The door to her place is open and I walk up to it, then step inside.

  She’s on the sofa, her head bowed.

  “Heather,” I say.

  She snaps upright and inhales. “Nicholas,” she says.

  I walk up to her, help her from the chaise lounge in front of her bed. We stand facing each other, our breaths mingling again, her chest pressed to mine.

  And there she is.

  Her cheeks wet but rosy. A heart-shaped face, lips full, succulent, and the cute button nose I’ve longed to see these past two days. I run a finger down her jaw and smile at her. “There you are,” I say.

  “Here I am,” she replies, casting her gaze downward, refusing to meet mine.

  I pinch her chin in two fingers and force her attention onto me. “You’re beautiful.”

  “I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I should’ve told you when your mask slipped off but I couldn’t. I was afraid you wouldn’t want to be with me again, and I was in too deep. I – I’ve loved every minute of this weekend with you.”

  A cold breeze gusts through the open door behind us and dances across my skin, raising the hairs on her arms.

  “You’re cold,” I say.

  I release her and walk to the door, shut it, lock it.

  “What are you doing?” she asks. “You should be leaving. We’ve done the worst thing imaginable. What will Jake say?” Heather’s so fragile, she’s gripping her arms and shivering. What can I do to make her realize what she means to me?

  What this entire weekend has meant to me?

  “I haven’t been with anyone in a long time,” I say. “The only time I meet women is here, and it never lasts long.”

  She nods. “I understand.”

  “No, Heather, you don’t. This is something special. It’s different to what I’ve had before, and I’m sure as fuck not going to let my sloppy son get between us.”

  “But –”

  “He hurt you,” I say, and anger burns a hole through my chest. God damn, I raised him better than this! “He made you feel less than what you were and you came here.”

  “Yes.”

  “And met me. That’s some kind of fate,” I say. “I’d like to see where this goes.”

  Heather trembles and wriggles that adorable button nose. Christ, I’ve missed so much of her. Now, I’ll be able to watch her facial expressions in full, to watch her as she comes.

  That’s all I want right now. I want to show her she’s mine.

  I take her by the hand and lead her around the chaise lounge to her bed. “Come here,” I say.

  I remove her sundress first and let it fall to the floor.

  “We shouldn’t,” she whispers.

  “Haven’t you been listening? We should.” I unhook her bra and let it fall next. Lastly, I hook my thumbs into her panties and pull them down over her thighs and right down to the floor.

  I kiss her ankle, her calf, the inside of her knee, her thigh, the crest of her pussy, her lower abdomen, then stand up.

  Heather sways on the spot, liquid brown eyes hazy with desire, which curls through me even now.

  “Nicholas,” she whispers.

  Chapter 18

  Heather

  Nicholas is in front of me, larger than life, without his mask and me without mine, and I won’t turn away now. He wants me, still. Even though we’ve embroiled ourselves in this weird affair, he still wants more.

  I do, too.

  “Heather,” he says.

  The sound of my name on his lips sends shivers through me. It’s so forbidden, but at the same time, it’s not. He believes it’s not, and I don’t want to argue with him and convince him otherwise.

  I want to enjoy this.

  This is the first man I’ve ever been with and he just happens to be the best man, the sexiest, and the father to my dirt bag ex.

  Nicholas strips off his shirt and drops it beside my clothes. He undoes the top button of his jeans, zips them down, then removes them.

  I can’t help staring at his face. At every feature, drinking in the slight kink in his nose, the sight of his blue eyes, watching me, and the shape of his cheekbones, high, well-defined. After two days of dreaming about the face beneath the mask, this is my reward.

  I brim with desire. My heart pounds out a beat against the inside of my ribcage, nerves tickle my insides.

  “I told you, you’re mine,” he says.

  I’m seriously seconds from legitimately swooning for this man.

  Nicholas wraps his arms around me and draws me close. His dick presses against my abdomen, and I clench tight for him.

  We’re truly naked with each other now. No barriers, no misconstrued information.

  I’m Heather and he’s Nicholas, and we both want this.

  I inhale the scent of his cologne, and the skin beneath it, then close my eyes. I’ll savor this moment, the truth for as long as we’re together. If we’re together. Don’t dwell on that now, for god’s sake.

  Nicholas cups my cheeks in both hands, brings us closer to each other, then places his lips on mine.

  The kiss is deep, everything I’ve felt over the past two days rolled up into one experience. His tongue teases mine, then massages, then probes deep. His fingers creep up to the nape of my neck and he grasps a fistful of hair.

  I lean into him, breathe in through my nose, heart fluttering.

  Nicholas slides his hands down, over my shoulders, smoothing the skin there. He breaks the kiss, then bends and takes one of my nipples in his mouth and suckles on it, nibbles it, gently.

  I snag fistfuls of his hair and tug on it, pleasure bubbling through me at his touch.

  My skin prickles; I sway again. My knees buckle, and he catches me.

  “Here,” he says, and lifts me onto the bed.

  It’s been a long day, and all the pressure and tension has built up to this point. I lie back and watch him.

  Nicholas slides between my legs, parts my thighs and blows on my pussy, gently. The cool air gives me a rush, and I squirm. He rewards me with a grin, then takes one long lick from my slick entrance all the way to my clitoris.

  The squirming turns into a kick of my legs.

  He pins them down and continues, sucking and eating, making appreciative noises between my legs.

  I toss my arms over my head and grab the pillow, squeezing it tight. “Nicholas,” I moan. “Oh, it’s so good.”

  “Good,” he says, between licks. “I’m going to make you come again, Heather.”

  My name from that mouth. I tremble against him, open my legs wider, and accept the sweet ecstasy that starts on his tongue and travels through my center. Shots of it. I’m so close, but I can’t come yet.

  “Fuck me,” I b
reathe, and the words come out rushed, almost pained. “Please, Nicholas. I need you inside me, right now. I can’t take a second more.”

  He immediately stops and shimmies up my body, planting kisses at strategic spots, open mouthed and moist: my inner thigh, my stomach, my left breast, my collarbone.

  Nicholas sucks on my neck, and I slap my hands to his back, feel the taut muscles beneath my fingertips.

  “Please,” I whisper. The heat blinds me, I’m trapped in the moment, and I need the release only his cock can provide.

  Nicholas presses his dick inside me and groans. “Oh god, fuck. I love that tight, wet cunt. You’re so fucking tasty.”

  I crane my neck and lick my own juices off his lips, off his chin. “Deeper.”

  He presses the shaft into me, buries himself to the hilt as he has before. “Fuck, yes,” he grunts, and pulls out again, all the way. He rams into me again and again, then pulls out and turns me onto my side.

  “Where are you going?”

  “Right here,” he says and slips in behind me. He enters me from the side, lifts my leg a little, and kisses my neck, more of the soft, wet kisses that take me higher. “Finger yourself.”

  I do as I’m told. My finger circles my clit and I twitch against him.

  Nicholas ups the pace, grabs the back of my neck and forces me to bend double. He pounds into me, again and again, rocking my entire body. My tits bounce, my finger is caught between my legs, but it’s good enough.

  I approach the crest again, scream toward it. “Nicholas,” I whisper. “I’m going to – I’m –” The orgasm shatters what I wanted to say, obliterates it from my mind.

  There’s nothing but his dick inside me, still thrusting, harder and thicker than ever, splitting me almost, and my pussy clenching down on him. A series of thoughts race through my mind, him on top of me without the mask, his body, so hot and muscular, dripping sweat, his lips seeking my flesh.

  I shudder through my climax.

  His begins. He digs his fingers into the back of my neck, jams into my pussy, pressing himself deep. He quits moving and simply throbs inside me, emptying himself.

  A slow tingle spreads over my skin, the satisfaction of having spent this moment with him, and it being real, just us together.

  Nicholas grunts and drags me back into his arms again, peppers the side of my face with kisses. “This is it,” he says.

  “What?” I ask, and lay on the pillows, half-asleep after the orgasm.

  “This is exactly where I want to be.”

  Chapter 19

  Nicholas

  I check my watch – a Breitling – and raise an eyebrow, perching on the edge of my vast walnut desk in the office. “He’s late, as usual.”

  Heather stands beside me, not leaning against the desk, but with her arms folded across her chest. She wears the silk blouse I bought for her, and a pencil skirt clinging to her curves. She’s gorgeous but the nerves have silenced her.

  I hate the fact that my son can bring silence to her, even though it’s been a month since we returned from Mystique Island. A month of pure pleasure with each other, and the absolute joy of watching her flourish, watching her study and enjoy her life with me.

  “I don’t understand why we have to do this,” she says, and clears her throat. “He already knows we’re an item. This just feels like we’re throwing it in his face. He cheated on me but I don’t want him to suffer.”

  “Jake won’t suffer from this,” I say. “And this is a necessary evil. I need to do this in order to do the next thing on my list.”

  “What’s after this?” Heather asks, and her bottom lip trembles.

  I’ve already taken her over the desk, spread those ass cheeks and injected that hot cunt full of cum, right here, but I’ll never be able to get enough of this woman. I force myself to break eye contact. I don’t need the boner, now. “You’ll see,” I say.

  A knock sounds at the door, three sharps raps, not in the least bit timid.

  “Come in,” I say.

  This is the first time my son has deigned to meet me in the month since my return. I’m not nervous for shit.

  Jake opens the office door and storms inside. He looks like his mother when he’s angry. His mother who left me with all the responsibility and a broken heart. He halts and runs his hand over his short, blond hair.

  He glares at Heather. “What the fuck? What’s she doing here?”

  “She’s here because she’s with me,” I say. “We’re a couple now.”

  Heather inhales. It’s something I haven’t brought up with her yet. I simply assumed she understood that by how much time we spend together.

  “This is some kind of sick joke,” Jake says. “Dad, I can’t believe you’d do this to me. I can’t believe it.”

  “It’s not about you, son,” I say, firmly. “That’s a concept you seem loathe to grasp. None of this is about you. The world does not revolve around Jake Bennett. Heather is my partner, now, and you’re going to have to deal with that. Perhaps, if you’d treated her as you should have, this wouldn’t have happened.”

  Jake’s mouth flaps open and closed.

  “I know what happened between you two, Jake. I have to say I’m disappointed. I didn’t raise you to behave that way.”

  “That’s rich coming from you,” he spits.

  “Silence.” I drag my hand through the air and he obeys, instantly. “I’ve called you here today, simply to tell you the score. Heather is my partner and there will be no more handouts from me. If you fail another course, I won’t pay for your tuition this year. Is that understood?”

  Jake vibrates in place. He’s beyond pissed but he’s brought this upon himself.

  “I’ve let you get away with too much, it seems. From now on, you’ll work to earn as much of your tuition as possible. I’ll pay the rest, but at the end of your college career, you will pay me back as you would a bank.”

  His eyes widen. “B-but –”

  “That’s all,” I say.

  “You – I – I’m not going to –” The words don’t quite make it across the room. He takes a single step back, shakes his head, glances first at Heather, then fixes his gaze on me. “Fine,” he says. “I’ll do it.”

  “Good. You’ll leave now. I have a prior appointment.”

  Jake hesitates, and for a minute, my resolve melts. I’ve loved this kid since the day I first held him in my arms, but I’ve been too soft on him and his recent dickish behavior is a result of that.

  Finally, he nods and leaves the room. He shuts the office door behind himself, quietly.

  Heather lets out a sigh. “Oh, god, that was horrible.”

  “Don’t feel bad for him. It’s a lesson he has to learn,” I say, and take her into my arms, pressing my fingers to her lips.

  I kiss her, a soft peck, rather than the make-out session that started our little naughty spree on the desk earlier. “Now, to the next thing on my list.”

  “What is it?”

  “I’ve got news. I bought a villa on Mystique Island. It’s on the strictly non-party section of the place. Same white sand beaches, turquoise ocean, without all the fucking in plain sight.”

  Her face lights up. “That’s great! I’m so happy for you.”

  “So happy for us,” I reply. “I want you to move in with me there. You can study long distance, if necessary. I’ll spare no expense in helping you achieve your goals, Heather.”

  “But –”

  “Don’t say you can’t accept it. I won’t take no for an answer.” I kiss her again, this time deeper, drawing a long moan from her throat. “I told you in the beginning, gorgeous. You’re mine.”

  She hesitates, then a smile parts those luscious, blow job lips. “Yes, Daddy.”

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