Flight Risk

by

Alexa Riley

Contents

Flight Risk

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Epilogue

Epilogue

Paid For

Chapter 1

Shhhh….

Also by Alexa Riley

Stalk the Author

Flight Risk

by Alexa Riley

Sophia Adams has lived her whole life sheltered from the world. Her parents are workaholics, she goes to an all-girls school, and isn’t allowed outside the boundaries that have been set for her. So when she secretly gets a passport and packs a bag the day it arrives, she thinks all of her dreams are finally coming true. That is, until the airport security pulls her out of line and she discovers that maybe she’s more innocent than she thought.

Lincoln Gray owns everything he could ever want. And that includes the dark-haired beauty he catches sight of. One look at Sophia and he’s making sure she’s the carry-on he’s taking to his next stop. She’s too naive to travel the world alone, and luckily for her, he’s the one to protect her. He’s never been told no, and it’s not about to start now. How can a woman resist being given all she’s dreamed of?

Warning: This short story is insta-love faster than a Nighthawk (It’s the fastest plane in the world. Trust us, we Googled.) Make sure your tray tables are in their upright and locked position and your laptop is in a bin by itself. We’ve got a filthy little quickie ready to please!

Copyright © 2017 by Author Alexa Riley LLC. All rights reserved.

No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, email to riley_alexa@aol.com

http://alexariley.com/

Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

Edited by Aquila Editing

Cover Designer Mayhem Cover Creations

Dedicated to that slice of man meat we saw at the airport in Germany. We don’t know who you are… and we’re okay keeping it that way.

Chapter One

Sophia

I hold my passport tight in my hand, feeling like it’s my lifeline. It’s my chance to finally see the world. I only got it in the mail this morning, and afterwards I was practically running out the front door almost forgetting to say my goodbyes. Not that there was even anyone to say goodbye to besides Larsa. She’s been my nanny and caregiver my entire life, but she’s more of a mom to me than my own mother. She kissed me on both cheeks before reluctantly letting me go with tears in her eyes.

Both my parents are workaholics. They try to find time for me, but they always seem to love their jobs more. The own a law practice together, and I’m pretty sure I was a mistake late in life—one they thought for a moment they might want or could handle, but it turned out their money handled me for them.

I never went without though. I went to the best all-girls private boarding school in the States and had a trust fund that would never leave me lacking my heart’s desire. My parents want me to use it for college and maybe even become a lawyer like them. I’ve heard them say it many times over dinner—when they could manage to make it home in time for one. That was the natural plan for things, but they never asked me what I wanted to do. My parents talked at me, not to me.

Being like them was the furthest thing from what I wanted. Something about college scared me. I was always worried that maybe I’d get wrapped up in it and end up like them. I didn’t want to be a workaholic, but in all honesty, I don’t know what I want to do with my life. The one thing I know is I want some freedom. I want to see the world outside of my parents’ home and the walls of my school.

I want to see the places I’ve read about in history class. Meet boys and have love stories like the ones I’ve read in romance novels. The only outside world I know is from books or movies. We never traveled when I was growing up, and this is finally my chance.

I bite my lip as I look up at the departures screen to see what flights there are and where they are going. When I see one heading to Paris in four hours, my heart does a little leap. It’s the city of love.

I make my way to the counter and buy a ticket that costs a small fortune. The lady directs me to where I need to go next since I don’t have to check any bags. I only packed my backpack because I didn’t take much with me. I wanted to be able to get around as easily as possible. I have a checklist of places all over the world I want to go, and I know I can’t lug around a million things if I want to do that.

I wait in line to get through security, my excitement growing with each second. This is really happening. I’m going to Paris. I can’t believe it.

“Hey,” I hear someone say from behind me. I turn to see a boy who looks a few years older than me. He’s cute with short blond hair and blue eyes. He’s smiling at me, and I see a small dimple in his cheek.

“Hi,” I say back, feeling a little awkward.

“Where you headed?” he asks, glancing at the ticket in my hand.

“Paris.” I can hear the dreamy sigh in my voice. The millions of love stories I’ve read about this city dance through my head.

“Me too.” He gives me a little wink. I feel myself blush, not used to this kind of attention and feeling even more awkward.

“Next!” is barked at me, making me jump.

I turn back and see the line has moved and I’m up next. I rush up to the security box, handing the man my passport and ticket. He takes them from me and looks down at them.

The man looks intimidating. His head is shaved and the white shirt he’s wearing is stretched tight against his body. It shows off the muscles that could take almost anyone in a fight. Tattoos run down his arms, and I see them move with every flex of his hands. He puts my ticket and passport down, and I watch as he puts a finger to his ear. It’s then I see a small earpiece. I think he’s listening to someone. His eyes shoot up to me and stare for a moment. His cold eyes bore into me, and then they snap away.

He stands. “You need to come with me,” he tells me, picking up my passport and plane ticket.

I stand there shocked. Did I do something wrong? I glance back to the blond guy, whose eyebrows are raised as he watches what’s happening. I feel a little panic set in.

“I-I…” I stumble over my words, trying to think. “Is something wrong?”

“Ma’am, like I said, you need to come with me.” He reaches out to grab my arm, but stops suddenly right before his hand lands on me. He pauses for a moment. “This way.” He retracts the hand that was going to grab me and points in the direction he wants me to go.

I pause for a second but then decide to follow him. What choice do I have? His chest says Security on it and so does the badge he’s wearing. I’ve been taught to follow the law my entire life, and if this is the one thing standing between me and Paris, then I will follow him.

He uses a keycard to open a side door that leads down a long hallway. I follow him, staying silent as I watch him from behind. When we reach the end of the hall, we get to another door. He opens it, ushering me in. The only things in the room are a metal table and two metal chairs.

“Have a seat,” he tells me. I slip my backpack off and sit down.

He leans down and picks up my bag. I want to demand he give it back, but he’s striding from the room before I can say anything. The door shuts behind him, and I hear a lock click into place. Suddenly I’m alone and I have no idea what’s happening.

Maybe I should have listened to Larsa this morning and not left. She said I was too young, too naïve about the world. Maybe she was right, because I have no idea what’s happening right now.

Time ticks by as I wait and wait.

Finally, after what feels like forever, the door opens. Only it’s not the man from before who greets me. I thought the man who brought me here was intimidating, but this guy takes it to a whole new level. I feel the breath leave my lungs at the size of him.

Dark, intense eyes meet mine as he steps into the small room, making it seem even smaller. He shuts the door behind him, and the click of the lock echoes in the empty space. He takes a step toward me. He has to be over a foot taller than my five foot three. He’s enormous. His hair is dark and cut short, military style. His black button-up shirt makes it look like his muscles want to escape from it. Big, beefy arms pull tight against the material, and I’m surprised it doesn’t rip when he moves them. He screams Special Forces or something badass, and I feel my heartbeat pick up.

What is going on here? “Who was the boy behind you in line?” he asks. His voice is deep and holds an edge to it. I look at him in confusion.

“Who?” I hear the small tremble in my voice. His eyes narrow on me as he takes a step closer.

“The boy you were taking to in line.” He grits it out.

I stare up at him as he looms over me in my chair. He reaches out and grasps a lock of my hair, rubbing it between his fingers. “He had blond hair,” he adds, not letting go of mine.

“I don’t know him,” I admit as it clicks who he’s talking about. Maybe all this is about him.

He drops my hair but keeps his eyes trained on me, making me squirm in my chair and I have to look away. His eye are too intense to hold. I feel his finger come to my chin as he softly guides me to look back at him.

He strokes my chin gently before he grips it in a firm possessive hold. “Good, because you’re about to get to know me.”

Chapter Two

Lincoln

I just so happen to be passing through the airport terminal when I spot her in the distance, stopping me right in my tracks. The dark-haired beauty with the backpack on her shoulder and eyes as wide as a kid at their first circus. She looked around like she was seeing the world for the first time, and never have I wanted something more in my life. She needs me, I tell myself. The innocence is beaming off her like a bright light, and I’m sure others have to be seeing it.

I see her turn to get in the line at security and I nearly run down the hall to the camera room. I walk in and go straight to the bank of televisions, pushing one of the techs out of the way. I scan the screens, feeling a little panicked until I find her, and then enlarge the shot I need.

The guy I pushed out of the way doesn’t say a word. He steps aside and gives me the floor. He damn well knows better than to question the owner of the whole fucking place. I bought out most of the airlines that fly through here, and the ones I don’t own wish I did. That may sound cocky, but I’ve earned the right to be. I led military operations in the marines when most of the guys here were still playing Nintendo. I’m a badass motherfucker that knows over a dozen ways to kill a man with my bare hands, and I’ve made it my mission since I got out of the service to take what I want. I’ve worked for what I’ve become, and I’m owed what comes to me. That includes the tight little piece of ass I’m staring at.

I’ve traveled the globe more times than I can count and never has a woman stopped me like this—one so innocent I can smell her fresh pussy through the screen, and I lick my lips wondering what those pink petals taste like. Today I was leaving for Australia, but my plans are about to change. She is going to be mine.

I zoom in on her in line and see her talking to an eager little prick who’s looking her up and down. I don’t know if he was with her when I saw her at the counter. I only had eyes for her. I see him reach down and adjust his cock when she looks away, and I clench my fists thinking about what he might be to her. Then my mind wanders to where they might be going and if he gets to taste that sugary honey she’s begging to smear on my cock. My jaw aches as I grind my teeth, needing to know all the details. I need to get her alone and away from others. There are too many people too close to her.

I flip on the intercom and hit the code for the employee checking passports. He calls for the next in line, and I tell him to hold her ass right where it is. Then I think better on it and tell him to put her in confinement. I don’t want to give that little fucker behind her the opportunity to look at her ripe tits anymore. No, those are for my eyes only. And pretty soon my mouth.

I bet she tastes like a goddamn candy store from her mouth to her asshole. My mouth is already watering at the thought of finding out. And I will be finding out.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch her,” I say to the security guard, and I watch as he drops his hand and points down the hall. I’m on a thin rope and I probably would have lost it. I need to get next to her. Have her within my reach. I can feel that is the only thing that will likely calm me. A little.

I watch as he leads her down the corridor and into one of our security rooms.

“Cameras off in Solitude Four,” I command, and hear someone obey. Then I point back to the screen and the guy who was in line behind her. “And get rid of him.”

There are several mumbles of “yes, sir” as I walk out of the room and to where she’s waiting. I make my way down the hall, and as I approach the door, the security guard walks out with her backpack in his hand. I reach out, taking it from him without a word, and take her passport and boarding pass from him, too. There’s a room beside the one she’s being held in, and I step inside and open her bag. I want to see the contents of it and where she was headed off to before I go in there.

Flipping open her passport, I see her name is Sophia Adams. I glance down at her age, and I’m thankful she’s legal. I close it and then look at her boarding pass, which has Paris scrawled across the top. If she was planning a romantic holiday with that little shit behind her in line, she’s about to get a rude awakening. When I unzip her bag, I see she only has a few items, but all of them are nice.

“Hmm,” I say, seeing the labels on her clothes are high end and the various things she brought are expensive. Something isn’t adding up.

When I get to the bottom of her backpack, I see a small cotton bag and open it up. Inside are a few pairs of small panties, and my cock throbs.

“Fuck,” I grunt, and reach in, touching the lace and silk. I finger the delicate edges of them, and my cock grows harder. I lick my lips and lean down, putting my nose inside and inhaling. It smells like clean laundry detergent, and I wish they’d been used. I want to sniff up her skirt like a dog to find out if she’s in heat. I’d love nothing more than to rut behind her, my thick cock buried in her teenage cunt.

I have to close my eyes tight and think of something else to distract me from the pain of my need. Her pretty little thighs are going to ache when I get my body between them. I bet she’s never had them spread as wide as I’m going to spread them.

I growl low in my throat as I stuff her things back in her bag and zip it up. I get her passport and boarding pass and stick them in my back pocket. She’s not getting far without me.

When I walk in the room, the smell of gummy bears hits me and almost brings me to my knees. God, could she be any more fuckable?

She’s wearing a white fluffy skirt that’s at her thighs while she’s sitting down. Her black silky tank top is low in the front, revealing just the edge of black lace under it. Everything about her outfit begs me to bend her over the table and make a woman out of her. And my fat cock is aching to do it.

“Who was the boy behind you in line?” My voice is thick with hunger, but I try to think straight.

“Who?”

Her voice is small and meek, but there’s heat in it. Her blue eyes run up and down my body, and I swear to Christ if she licks her lips, I’ll give her a dick to suck on.

My body moves on its own, getting closer to her, need pushing down on my shoulders and begging me to claim her.

“The boy you were taking to in line.”

She looks up at me through her lashes, and I wonder if that’s how she’ll look when she’s sucking my dick. If her full lips can open wide enough to take all twelve inches of me, that is. My cock is hard and pushing against my jeans. If I take another step toward her, I could rub it against her chin.

Instead, I reach out, taking a lock of her hair and feeling the silk between my fingers. I think about the silk of her panties, and then the silk of her cunt. How could something be so soft? I’ve traveled the world and never felt anything like it.

“He had blond hair,” I say, needing to get to the point.

“I don’t know him.”

Her eyes are free from any lie, and my body tightens with anticipation. She’s free, and she’s going to be mine.

I let go of her hair and stare into her blue eyes, wanting more than anything to pull her up in my arms. When she looks away from me, a chill runs down my back, and I want her eyes back on me. I run my hand across her jaw and then turn her to look at me.

She’s mine now, and she’ll give me her eyes when I demand them. I gently graze the line of her jaw, touching her delicate skin.

“Good, because you’re about to get to know me.”

Her eyes widen, and I take a step back, holding out my hand. She looks down at it, confusion clear on her face.

“Do you want to go to Paris or not?”

She bites her lip, and I have to grip her backpack tighter so I don’t lunge for her mouth.

“I’m free to go?” she asks as she slowly stands.

A wicked smile pulls at my lips. “Free?” I ask, and then lean down so we’re eye to eye. “You can come with me to Paris, Sophia, or you can stay here. Those are your options.”

There’s really no option, but the illusion of one will make this much easier. She’s coming with me to Pairs. She’s going to ride my cock on the top of the goddamn Eiffel Tower while wearing a beret and eating a motherfucking croissant if I have anything to say about it.

“I guess I’m going to Paris,” she says, and shrugs like it’s her only choice.

“Good girl,” I say as she places her hand in mine.

“My plane is ready to go.”

“Your plane?” she asks as we walk out of the room.

“You don’t know who I am?” I look down at her, a little surprised. Most people know my face, because gossip sites love to talk about the single billionaire who owns the sky.

“Should I?” She smiles, and it could light up Vegas for a hundred years.

“You keep that smile on your face and I’ll be anyone you want me to be,” I say, opening the back door for her and stepping outside onto the tarmac. “I’m Lincoln Gray.”

When I say my name, nothing registers in her eyes. I like that I’m not known to her though. She doesn’t have a preconception of who I am. Just like with her, it’s a complete mystery. And I’m going to enjoy solving it.

I take her hand and lead her over to one of my planes, where the crew is waiting. I nod to the staff as I pass by and walk toward the captain.

“Change of plans, Monica. We’re heading to Paris.”

“Yes, sir,” Monica says, and smiles at Sophia.

We climb the stairs and sit down on the two seats that are side by side. I reach over and grab the buckle for Sophia as the crew busy themselves with getting us ready for takeoff.

“Um, is that your wife?” Sophia whispers as she looks over to where Monica is talking to the flight attendant.

“No,” I say, clicking the lock on the belt. I see the blush on her cheeks, and I lean forward so our lips are just a breath apart. “I haven’t been with a woman in longer than I can remember. Right now I don’t even want to try. Imagining anyone besides you is going to be painful, so I’ll skip it. One look at you, sweet little Sophia, and you’ve got me picking out rings in my head.”

She licks her lips, and I can’t stand it anymore. I lean forward, and her gasp of surprise gives me the opening I want as I slip my tongue past her lips. Fuck, she tastes just like how I imagined.

Her fingers tighten on my shirt as she pulls me closer. Her mouth opens wider and her tits press harder against my chest. She moans and it goes straight to my cock.

Somewhere in the distance I hear the flight attendant over the intercom announcing takeoff, and I feel the plane start to rise.

Sophia’s body goes rigid, and I lean back, looking into her scared eyes.

“Are you okay?” I ask, tucking her hair behind her ears.

“I think I might be afraid of flying,” she says, as panic rises in her voice.

Chapter Three

Sophia

My emotions are all over the place. I want to go back to kissing him, but fear has taken hold and is gripping me tightly. Before I can do anything, the belt comes undone from around me and I’m lifted out of my seat. Lincoln pulls me onto his lap and his mouth comes back to mine.

His tongue pushes past my lips, forcing its way in. His hand dives into my hair, holding me exactly how he wants me as he takes what he wants. I couldn’t pull away from him if I wanted to. He has me locked against him with not an inch of space separating us.

I don’t try to fight it though. Instead, I let myself fall into what he’s making me feel. I’m closer to this man than I’ve ever felt to anyone. There’s an instant attraction, an intimacy, that I didn’t even know existed. It’s utterly crazy because all I really know about him is his name. He’s a complete stranger to me, yet something about him is familiar. I might know absolutely nothing about him, but I feel safe. And I want more. Whatever he’s pulling from me is lighting up my insides like I’m coming to life. My body was asleep before his touch, and I’ve been given breath in my lungs for the first time. It’s overwhelming, but it all feels right.

Letting him take control and lead me in these strange new emotions, I allow my body to melt into his. Not that I really had much of a choice. The grip he has me in is unbreakable, and though his hands release my hair, they remain possessive as they travel lower. I moan into his mouth as one comes to my thigh, pushing my dress up.

I should be freaking out and demanding to know what’s going on. But I can’t find the will to do so. I want to get lost in him. Lost in the feelings he gives me. I spread my legs open a little more to try and push forward, wanting to move his hands faster up my thighs. But his fingers are so slow as they trail the edge and play with my bare skin.

He finally slides a hand under my dress. I try to wiggle closer, needing his touch now. When his hand reaches my panties, a finger glides across my sex, back and forth, making me shake with excitement.

He slowly strokes me, making me moan. I’m not completely sure what it is my body needs, but as if he can read my mind, he pulls his mouth from mine.

“I’m going to give you more,” he says as his finger slowly grazes my panties. I rock my hips to feel the pressure, but he stops moving when I do. “Tell me to do it.”

His eyes seem darker than before as they stare into me and demand my acquiescence. The look on his face is one I’ve never seen before. It’s intense, but it’s even beyond that. I lean forward, willing to give him anything.

“Please, Lincoln. Give me more,” I beg. My words sound pained. I don’t know who this man is, but I need him. Whatever he’s bringing out in me feels so good, I don’t want it to stop. I feel alive for the first time. My skin is tingling all over, and I never want to lose this feeling. I’m addicted with one kiss, and I don’t care about anything else but this.

He slips his hand past my panties, making me gasp at the intimate touch. He stills for a moment to kiss me again, slipping his tongue into my mouth. Then his fingers move again, sliding across my core, making me jerk. His other hand comes to my hip, holding me in place as he has his way with me.

I don’t know what I’m loving more—what his hand is doing between my legs or how he takes control over my body.

Pulling back suddenly, I gasp for more air. My breaths are coming hard and fast as the sensation builds between my legs. His eyes lock with mine, and he licks his lips as if he’s trying to taste our kiss.

His look is so intense, I lean forward to bury my face in his neck. What started as foreign and exciting has turned to burning need. The hot build-up of pleasure between my legs is a tidal wave that’s fast approaching. It’s coming, and I feel like it might rip me in two. He moves his hand from my hip to my hair and takes a fistful of it. He leans my head back and holds me in place so our eyes are locked. The grip is tight, but it doesn’t hurt. There’s something gentle and careful about how he’s got me in his arms. But he won’t allow me to look away. I can’t hide from what’s coming, or from him.

“You keep those eyes on me,” he growls. “Spread those pretty little legs, and then cum all over my fingers.”

I gasp and then do as he says, spreading my legs just as his fingers dip inside me. I hear the slippery wetness of my desire on his hand, and my cheeks burn with embarrassment. But I need him to finish what he’s started, so I can’t think about that right this second. Instead, I push down the shame of inexperience and lick my lips.

He looks down to where his fingers are inside my panties and he growls again, but this time in approval. The sight of his muscled body hovering over me, seeing what I’ve kept secret from every man before him, is intoxicating.

“I knew this sweet pussy was virgin. Took one look at you and the way you walked, and knew you’d never had a dick in it. But I’m going to change that, Sophia,” he vows, looking up at me through hooded eyes. “Men are going to see the way your hips move and the gap between your thighs and know that it’s being taken care of.”

My breath catches in my throat as my clit throbs with need at his filthy words. I can’t hold back any longer and I jerk against his finger, feeling myself lose control. Wetness soaks my thighs as his fingers plunge in and out, making the warm liquid spread between us. My legs start to shake as waves of heat roll down my back and fireworks run all over my body.

“Lincoln!” I cry, chanting his name over and over again. It seems to be the only word I can say as his hand pulls out every ounce of pleasure from me.

“Fucking perfect,” I hear him say before he’s pulling me toward him.

His lips brush against my neck and he begins to kiss me there before sucking on it. The feel of him marking me makes me jerk against him, my skin sensitized from what just happened.

“That mark will have to do for now,” he says as he grazes his teeth over the spot.

Suddenly I’m so sleepy. My eyes are heavy and my body is limp. I want to curl up against him and catnap for just a second.

He slides his hand from between my legs, and his fingers go to his mouth as he licks my wetness from them. I blush at what I’ve just done. How could I have let a stranger touch me this way?

He takes his finger from his mouth and brings it to my cheek, brushing the hair behind my ear. “You’re going to own me, aren’t you?”

I study him, not understanding what he means.

“Sir, we have reached 10,000 feet.” I look over and see a flight attendant standing there. She has her shiny black hair up in a high ponytail and looks like a flight attendant from decades before. I feel embarrassed all over again, because I’d forgotten we weren’t alone and I’m not sure what she heard. I’m still in Lincoln’s lap, so I bury my face in his neck, wanting to hide.

“Get. The. Fuck. Out,” he barks, making both me and the flight attendant jump. I pull back, not sure who he’s talking to. It can’t be me, right? He looks at me and shakes his head, pulling me closer. “She knows better.”

“To not interfere when you’re with someone?” I ask softly, not sure how I found the words. His face goes soft, and a slow smile forms at his lips.

“No, I’ve never done this on one of my planes before. She always comes to see if I need food or a drink right about now. But I didn’t like the idea of her seeing you like this.”

That makes me smile. “She probably heard us,” I whisper. My cheeks probably turn pink again. I’m going to have to face everyone when we get off the plane. They’ll probably know what happened because I was kind of loud. I couldn’t help it. I’d never felt anything like it before. I had no control. Lincoln had all of it.

“Probably,” he says with a grimace. “But you were scared and I didn’t like it. I knew that would calm you down.” He leans closer to me, his mouth going to my ear. “Next time I’ll keep my hand over your mouth.”

My breathing picks up again as he nibbles on my earlobe and then kisses the place below it.

“I’ll hold you while you sleep. You’re going to need your rest.”

He guides me to his neck, and I snuggle against his warm skin. I should ask more questions. I shouldn’t be here, but at this moment all I want to do is breathe in his smell of cotton and mint. I close my eyes and pray when I open them he’s still here and this hasn’t been a dream.

Chapter Four

Lincoln

I lean back in the chair and look down at Sophia. Her pink lips are parted slightly as she sleeps. The sun has set on the ocean tonight and we fly on to Paris.

I raise my fingers to my nose, smelling the faint scent of her cunt on them. The feeling of her tight little pussy wrapped around them has me hard and ready to do it again.

I look up to the front of the plane and see the privacy screen is pulled and the light is off for the night. We won’t arrive until the morning, so the crew won’t return.

My eyes move up Sophia’s legs, and I see they’ve spread in her sleep. Her skirt is bunched up, showing me her panties that hide her sweet little tease of a pussy from my view. I need to change that.

Reaching down, I finger the edge of the material and then push it to the side. The sight of her smooth pink lips, all wet and puffy, makes me bite down on my bottom lip. Lifting her hips slightly, I move her body so she can put one leg on either side of my hip to open her wider for me. I lean the seat back just a bit and make sure she’s comfortable, and it gives me the perfect view of her exposed cunt right above my cock. Her panties are bunched to one side while her thighs are spread wide. Her lips open, and I can see her exposed clit peeking out.

Excitement and adrenaline are coursing through me as she sleepily mumbles. I reach down and unbutton my slacks, pulling my cock out from its hot confines.

The long, hard length lies against my stomach and arches up toward her heat. As if he can sense there’s virgin pussy right above him, he bounces, ready to enter.

Pulling her hips down a little, I rest her little puss right on top of my dick. The puffy lips go to either side, while her hard, little nub rests on the ridge. She mumbles something and then sighs as I slowly move her hips. My need is too great, and I’m going to use her lips to rub me off.

Up and down, they glide on either side of my cock, leaving a trail of cream with every pass. Cum leaks out of the tip of my cock and drips onto my stomach every time she comes up. She might be asleep, but her horny-as-fuck body knows what it wants. She’s ripe and ready to breed, just begging for a cock. I bet now that she’s had an orgasm she’s going to be spreading those legs ten times a day. I’ll have her filled so quick she won’t be embarrassed so easily anymore.

No, the second she gives me those eyes, I’ll have her bent over the nearest surface.

When she comes to the end of my cock, I hold her hips still, unable to stop myself from giving myself a little treat. I move my cum-covered tip right down her center, leaving a trail of semen on her. When I get to her asshole, I rub it there and then come back to her pussy. The slippery opening sucks me in before I can stop it, although I don’t really try to stop it.

“Lincoln,” she mumbles, and I shush her back to sleep.

She needs the rest. As soon as we get to Paris I’m going to teach her how to suck my cock, and I want her fully awake for that.

For now, I’ll play just the tip and get some of my cum in her. I want to see what she looks like with it dripping out of her.

Holding her hips, I pop her on and off the tip, and I have to bite my lips to keep from growling too loud. The sound is like a sucker coming out of a mouth, and the sticky trail that she leaves behind on my cock is a sure sign she’s ready for me. Up and down, I take her hips, pretending to fuck her, even though I’m only going in an inch. Okay, maybe I got in an extra inch or two, but her goddamn juices are running down my cock, and I’m only so strong.

My breath is ragged, and there’s sweat on my forehead as she takes another inch of me. I’m working her halfway down on my cock, and aching to cum, but I keep popping her off to stop myself. I want it to last. I want to build it up so that when I go off inside her, she’ll feel it in her throat.

Her hands rub the back of my neck, and she moans my name again. She’s half asleep, but I feel her push down on me, trying to take more. Trying to take my dick deeper.

“Shh, not all of it. Not yet,” I whisper in her ear.

I kiss her neck and then glide my thumb across her clit as I finally release inside her. I feel a baby orgasm roll over her as I pulse creamy cum into her waiting cunt. She greedily pulses around the few inches I’ve given her, begging for more.

“That’s it, just like that. Wait until I’m finished.”

She relaxes against me, and I feel the last of my warm cum spread inside her.

Leaving some of my cock inside her, I let the seat back the rest of the way so that she can sleep across my body. I’m not ready to pull out of her little pussy, and I want the taste of her on me when she licks it clean. I want her to know when she sucks me off that I got in her pussy, and I want her to like it. There won’t be anything off limits between us, and she needs to get used to it.

I kiss her neck, and she turns her face to look at me with heavy eyes.

“I like the way you feel in me,” she says sleepily before resting her head on my chest.

“Good. It’s the only cock you’ll ever know.”

Chapter Five

Sophia

My eyes open slowly. Flashes of the dream I had wash through my body. That was too wonderful to be true. When my eyes fully open and my vision comes into focus, I see where I am. I’m on a plane. It wasn’t a dream at all. I smile, thinking about everything that happened. It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours since I left home and I’m already having the best time of my life, feeling and seeing things I didn’t know were even possible.

Lincoln.

I glance around trying to find him. I’m lying across a long sofa. I’m still on the plane, but it doesn’t feel like it’s moving. I wonder if he left. My heart falls a little, but then I see his suit jacket. It’s draped over my lap like a blanket. I grab it, pulling it to my nose and cuddling it, breathing him in. I freeze when I hear Lincoln’s voice. Relief greets me at the realization that he hasn’t left.

“I shouldn’t have snapped at you, but let’s make it clear. From here on out you wait until I call you before you enter when I’m sitting with her.” His tone is firm and final.

“Of course, sir. My apologies,” I hear a woman respond.

I hear footsteps coming towards me, and I close my eyes. They come to a stop in front of me. A finger slides down my cheek, and I can’t help but lean into it, loving his warm touch. What is it about him that makes me crave him like this?

“All right, sweet pea.” I hear him say before I’m being lifted effortlessly into his big strong arms. His coat falls off me and onto the floor. He doesn’t stop to pick it up, he just leaves it behind. “Let’s get you to the hotel.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face there. That seems to be something I like to do with him. I don’t think I’ve ever cuddled in my life. I see why people like it so much.

I feel a slight chill as we exit the plane and know Lincoln is carrying me downstairs with how we bounce with each step. He holds me even tighter, giving me the warmth of his body.

“The luggage is in the car, sir, and your suite is ready to be checked in,” I hear someone say, but I keep my eyes closed.

I don’t know why I won’t open them. Maybe I’m feeling a little shy. I’m worried about the words that will be exchanged if I do, like where this all goes from here. I don’t want this to end. He said he’d take me to Pairs, and I’m guessing we are here. But what happens now?

“You hungry, sweet pea, or are you still pretending to sleep?” Lincoln asks, and I can hear the smile in his voice.

“Hungry,” I say against his neck, brushing my lips across his skin. I don’t remember the last time I ate, but I also feel hungry for something else and I don’t want to let him go. I squeeze a little tighter around his neck and finally open my eyes to see the plane sitting on the tarmac. I can’t believe I’m here. This all seems so impossible.

“Have my favorites from Pierre Hermé delivered to my room,” Lincoln says as he slides into the back of a limo. I think he’s going to sit me down in my own seat, but he doesn’t.

“I didn’t dream that, did I?” I let go of his neck and start to slide my hand between my legs to feel what he did to me, but he grabs my wrist, stopping me. I pull back a little to look at him. His eyes are trained on me. Dark and intense.

“I marked that and now it belongs to me.” I lick my lips, unsure of what to say to that. But my body seems to like it. The idea of belonging to this man is powerful. Him wanting me like I’ve never felt before excites me. “And yes, we did that. I had to. I couldn’t stop myself. Something about you calls to me.”

He stares at me like he’s trying to figure me out. Like I’m the one doing something to him.

“I don’t understand,” I admit. Two words play over in my mind: why me?

He brings my hand to his mouth before kissing my palm and putting my hand back on his shoulder, clearly wanting me to wrap myself around him. I do it, but at the same time I slide over, straddling him, wanting to look straight into his eyes now, to try to understand what’s happening. But instead my eyes go to his mouth. Okay, maybe I just want to go back to kissing again and not thinking about anything else. What he does to my body is unreal, and I want it all over again.

“All you need to understand is I’ll take care of you and you belong to me.” He cups my jaw with a gentle hand and traces my lips slowly with his thumb. “I didn’t know lips could be so soft. Like rose petals.” He trails his thumb down my throat and to the V at the top of my dress. “You’re soft everywhere. I’m going to have to lotion you up three times a day to make sure your skin stays safe, aren’t I?”

His eyes are following his fingers, and I’m not even sure he’s talking to me right now. It’s more to himself, as if he’s making a mental note.

A small lump forms in my throat at someone wanting to take care of me like that. Larsa took care of me, but she was paid to. Not that I don’t think she cared about me, but it was still different. To have someone want to do it because they desire it feels different. It makes me feel special, and I’m not sure I’ve ever felt that before.

His eyes come back to mine. “What’s wrong?” His face hardens, and the softness he had a moment ago slips away. I can tell the tears in my eyes bother him.

“Nothing. I just want you to kiss m—” My words are cut off as his mouth takes mine in a deep kiss.

His tongue pushes past my lips, and I close my eyes, letting him take over, letting him have me. I’ll let him take care of me, I’ll let him have me in any way he wants. I’ve never felt so precious to anyone, and it’s addicting.

He pulls back a few moments later and he’s out of breath. I can tell he’s holding himself back and that he had to force himself to put distance between us. He looks between my lips and my eyes longingly.

“Anything else I can do for you?” he asks, and I can tell from his eyes that I could ask for anything right now and he’d do it for me. My mind blanks for some reason. All I want to do is sit right here and I’d be content. “We’re here, so hold that thought.”

Lincoln goes to move me off his lap, but I latch on to him, making him laugh. I don’t want to let him go. “I promise, sweet pea, you’ll be back on me as quick as I can get you there.” He kisses me right under my ear before whispering, “Promise.” I can hear the sincerity in his words and I believe him.

I nod. He rolls down the window that’s been blocking us from the driver of the limo. “Stay in the car for a second.” He tells the man before rolling up the window again then opening his car door. He reaches in for me. He pulls me out, and I see we’re in an underground garage of some kind.

Lincoln drops to his knees in front of me, taking me by surprise. He starts smoothing down my dress. “Turn around.” I do as he says, and he messes with the back of my dress. “Wanted to make sure everything was decent before we walked in. Don’t want something showing that shouldn’t be.” I see a possessive glint in his eyes when he says that.

“Because it’s yours?” I ask as I turn back around to face him. He’s still on his knees, looking a little out of place. The whole underground garage looks vacant, and I see double doors behind Lincoln.

His hands slide up under my dress, going to my hips, just on top of my underwear. “Lift your dress.” I slowly do as he asks, my body obeying him at once. I should feel a little embarrassed or something, but this feels right. Something inside of me is telling me I’m his. I just hope he really means it when he says it.

“Stop,” he says right before the hem of my dress reaches my panties.

He leans forward, pulling my panties down my legs. I step out of them and watch as he licks his lips. He leans forward and, pressing his face against the material of the dress, takes a deep breath, smelling me, making me gasp. I watch him, looking down at the giant of a man on his knees in front of me. He’s probably ruining his suit that cost thousands and thousands of dollars.

“You’re mine. I can smell it on you, and by the time this day is over no one within five feet of you will miss my claim.” I feel my core clench at his dirty words. He pulls my dress, dropping it down, making sure once again it’s all in place.

He stands up, pulling me to him and wrapping an arm around me. “Now let’s get to our room so I don’t have to smell you through your dress.” He nods to the wall, and I look over to see a camera. He’s telling me he didn’t lift it further because he didn’t want someone to see me. He knocks on the limo window and the driver steps out.

“Take the limo to the front and give the bellhop our bags,” he orders, then pulls me even closer to him as we head toward the double doors.

“Where are we?” I ask, looking around the vacant underground concrete garage.

“I wanted to make sure your dress was fixed, so I had them bring us in the back door. My security knew this area was clear.”

“Security?” I ask as we reach the elevator. I see the door is already open and two men in black suits are standing inside. One in each corner, arms at their sides.

“Sir, your room is ready,” one of them says. I glance back and forth between the security guards, wondering why he needs them. The guard hands Lincoln a key card.

Lincoln hits the P button on the elevator bank, and the doors close. We start to move up, and he leans down and kisses the top of my head.

When the elevator stops, it opens into a giant suite. He ushers me forward, and I take a few steps before I realize he didn’t follow me. When I turn around I see Lincoln has a security guard pressed against the elevator door, his forearm to the man’s throat.

I take a step forward, shocked the other security guard doesn’t try to break up the fight. In fact, he blocks me from getting closer.

“You think I pay you to stare at my woman’s fucking ass?” Lincoln growls. The man is starting to turn purple. He clearly can’t answer him. “She’s mine, and no one is going to look at her like he wants a taste. You should be thanking me for letting her be in a fucking elevator with you and you even got a chance to smell her sweetness.” My cheeks turn pink at that.

I go to pull him off, but the guard next to me holds his hands up. “Ma’am, please don’t. I’ll have to stop you, and I don’t think Mr. Grey would be too happy if I had to touch you to do that,” he says, making me freeze.

I don’t know what to do. So I try the only thing I can think of. “Lincoln. Please come here,” I say softly. Maybe too softly, because he doesn’t respond for a second. Then finally he releases the man, letting him fall to the floor, coughing and gagging.

Lincoln turns to look at me “Coming, sweet pea.” He nods to me before turning to look at his other security guard. “He’s fired.” The guard nods in understanding.

Lincoln steps away from them and comes over to me. I stare up at him. He just lost his shit out of nowhere. I hear the elevator doors slide shut, leaving us alone in this beautiful suite together.

“Did I scare you?” he asks, cupping my cheek. The anger he displayed moments ago is nowhere to be seen.

I give a little shrug. “I guess it’s because I don’t really know you, and now here I am in another country alone with a man with whom I did things I never could’ve imagined before this. You’ve been utterly sweet to me, but then what I just saw…” I trail off as all the truth comes spilling out of my mouth.

“I know, sweat pea.” He leans down and runs his nose across my neck. “Why don’t you go freshen up and I’ll make sure our bags and food get here. Then I’ll tell you all about me.”

He pulls back to look down at me. I study his eyes, trying to see how all the anger left so fast.

“I promise you. You’ll never be safer than when you’re with me.”

“He was looking at me?” I ask.

“He was more than looking at,” he growls out. “You’re mine,” he adds, like I forgot. He keeps saying it over and over. I’m starting to think maybe I really am.

He brushes his lips across mine. “Use the bathroom in the master.” He wraps his hand around the back of my neck before sliding his fingers into my hair, making my head tilt back even more. “Don’t be too long or I’ll have to come looking for you.” He gives me another kiss on the lips, and I can tell when he lets me go he doesn’t want to do it. I turn and walk down the hallway. When I glance over my shoulder, I see he’s watching me go.

I walk into the main bedroom and stop short. All the walls are covered in thick curtains, but I can see sunlight poking out from the bottom. There’s a giant bed in the center of the room with a chandelier hanging over it. Everything is pure white. I’m almost scared to touch anything in fear I’ll make it dirty.

Seeing the bathroom off to the side, I dart inside. It matches the bedroom, everything is white. When I get to the mirror, I’m shocked to see what I look like.

My hair is a little wild, likely because Lincoln can’t keep his hands out of it. My lips look full and swollen. I gasp when I see a small hickey on my neck. I remember, when we first got on the plane, he said something about it would have to do when he sucked on me there. I can only think he means a claiming mark.

My hand goes to the mark, and for some silly reason it makes me smile. I like seeing it there. I freshen up a little, trying to get myself under control and not look like I’ve been rolling around in bed.

When I lift my dress, I see the evidence of what I thought might have been a dream. Traces of cum coat my thighs. I should probably grab a towel and clean it off, but I can’t bring myself to do it. I’m also not sure if I’m allowed to. He stopped me from putting my hand there in the limo.

I slide the dress off, dropping it to the floor. My bra follows. I wonder what Lincoln did with my underwear after he took it off me.

I turn and grab the silky robe hanging up by the door and slide it on. When my bag gets here I can change, but I need to get out of that dress. It’s wrinkled and is showing the wear it received from Lincoln last night.

I start to make my way back into the main room of the suite but stop when I see Lincoln put his hand up, motioning me to not come forward. His eyes lock on mine, and I stop moving.

“Out,” he barks, and I take a step back. “Not you, sweet pea,” he says softly, letting me know he didn’t mean me. Why does he keep calling me that name? And how can his voice can change so easily?

I hear an elevator ding and doors slide closed as Lincoln moves toward me. He offers me his hand, and I walk toward him, doing as he commands.

“Didn’t want them seeing you like this.” He slides his fingers across my bare shoulder. I hadn’t even realized the robe slipped off a little. “Come away from the bedroom or I’ll never get you fed.” He pulls me past a living room with a black grand piano in it, and into a dining room. The table is loaded with so many pastries that I think it would take me weeks to eat them all.

“I don’t even know where to start,” I tell him, my mouth already watering.

He pulls a chair out for me and I sit down. “Let me,” he says, picking up a plate. I watch him move around the table, picking up the delicacies and putting them on the plate. His dress shirt is now untucked, and I can tell it’s been some time since he’s gotten to shave. He looks even more handsome like this. And he also seems more relaxed.

“You owned that plane, didn’t you?” Pretty sure that was how everything happened so fast.

He smiles at me. “I own a lot of planes.”

I study him as he places the plate in front of me. Since I’ve come face to face with him, he keeps taking care of me.

“You must be really rich. You just don’t—”

“Look the type?” he asks, cutting me off. No, that wasn’t what I was going to say, but now that he did I’m thinking about that. I guess he doesn’t. He seems a bit rough around the edges.

“I kind of meant because of how much you take care of me—making my plate, checking to see how I’m doing, calming me in a panic attack. Holding me. That’s not normal rich-people behavior.”

I never saw my father or mother be as doting to each other as Lincoln has been to me. I’ve never really seen it with their friends either when they come over with their spouses. He just doesn’t fit the mold of the rich people I’ve grown up around.

“I was in the military for a while,” he tells me, as if reading my mind. I gasp when he picks me up easily and places me on his lap. “Try this.”

He picks up a little pastry puff and brings it to my lips. I open my mouth and he slides it in. I bite into it, and warm, sweet cream fills my mouth, making me moan. It’s wonderful.

“I might come off cold and angry to those around you, but I will never be that way with you,” he vows, and I can see the truth in his eyes. “I will spend my life protecting you, and that includes anyone who dares to look at your ass.”

I can’t help but smile at his words. I nod, understanding the possessive need he has. Because I feel it, too. I couldn’t stand the thought of another woman looking at him like that. Or possibly having his attention.

He feeds me another puff, and I moan again. Lincoln growls at the sound this time, and my eyes snap to his.

“Are you not hungry?” I ask as I lick my lips to get any cream that might have escaped.

“I am.” His eyes are trained on my mouth.

“Do you want a bite?” I reach for something on the plate.

“Not of that.” His voice is deeper now. His mouth comes my ear. He pulls my earlobe between his teeth, sucking it into his mouth and causing me to wiggle on his lap. I still when I feel his erection digging into my bottom. “Am I still coating your thighs, or did you wipe me off?”

“Still there,” I tell him as he trails kisses down my bare shoulder. My eyes close in bliss.

“Open.” I feel something press against my lips and do as he tells me. This time a sweet coconut taste fills my mouth. He keeps kissing me. “Want more?” he murmurs against my skin.

“More,” I plead, but not of the food. Of him. Of that mouth of his. It does the most wonderful things to me.

“More what?” he asks. He pulls a little at my robe, and cool air greets one breast. I open my eyes to see him run his tongue along my nipple. I can’t pull my eyes away from the sight.

“More of you,” I groan as he sucks my nipple into his mouth. The feeling is bliss, and I arch my back a little, wanting to be closer to him. “Lincoln, please, I…” I start to shift and move around, needing release.

“Say you’re mine and I’ll give you everything.”

“I just want you. Not everything,” I admit. I know what it’s like to be given everything. I’ve lived that life. I want someone to be just mine.

“I’m already yours, sweet pea,” he says, taking a playful bite of my nipple. Our eyes lock.

“Then I’m yours.”

The last word is barely out of my mouth and he’s standing with me in his arms.

“I want to eat in bed,” he says as he carries me to the bedroom.

Chapter Six

Lincoln

I bring her to the bedroom and watch her eyes become hooded with need when I lay her down on it and push her legs apart.

I wish I didn’t have to show her that side of me, the side that has become fiercely protective of her.

“The power you hold between your legs terrifies me,” I say as I kneel between them and push her robe out of the way.

Her bare cunt is exposed to me, spread open and begging for my cock. I can see it in the way she clenches in the air, demanding it be filled.

“Soon,” I whisper to it as I press my nose into her puffy folds and press a soft kiss to her delicate petals.

“Lincoln.” My name on her lips is a shot of adrenaline straight to my cock.

Sitting up, I rip my shirt from my body and buttons fly onto the bed. “You make me a beast ready to fuck you. I want to take my time and make love to your innocent pussy with my mouth, but one word and I’m ready to rut into you like an animal.”

Her arms reach for me, but I shake my head.

“I want the taste of your fresh cunt on my tongue when I breed you.”

I may have already penetrated her just a little, but she’s yet to be broken in fully. I want her ready to saddle anytime I choose, able to take all of me in one stroke.

Kicking off my pants, I grab the length of my cock and stroke it as I move back between her legs. I want to pretend it’s her tight little pussy working up and down on it while I lick her virginity.

I bury my face between her legs, and her thighs tighten around my ears. I couldn’t possibly wish for a greater death than to die smothered against her cunt. But I don’t want to leave this earth until I have the feeling of her seated fully on my cock, so I reach up with my free hand and pry her legs open.

My tongue dips into her honey and I lick it up to her clit. I suck on her there until her back arches and she claws at the sheet.

“Grab my hair and hold my face to your pussy,” I growl. “Make me eat it.”

She does as I say, lifting her hips and rocking against my mouth. She’s taking her pleasure out on me, and I’m jerking my cock in time with her movements. I look up to see her eyes squeezed tight and her nipples hard and tight. She’s lost in sensations, and the need to fuck her is so strong it’s a weight on my back.

“I’m going to-to…” Her words are choked as her fingers tighten in my hair and her body begins to shake. Her orgasm is too fast for her to stop it, and it hits her hard. “Fuck!”

The sound of her curse echoes in the room, and I feel it when her release hits my tongue. The warm, sweet juice coats my chin as I lick up all that she gives me.

Her pussy clenches with need and I can’t wait any longer. Quickly, I move up her body and thrust into her in one hard plunge. Her cunt is still soaking from her release and clenching around my cock. She lets out a small cry, but I kiss her lips as I hold her hips tight to keep her from wiggling away from me.

“Shhh. Give it a second, sweet pea. You’ll adjust.”

“It’s too big,” she gasps. “I can’t, it hurts.”

“Breathe, Sophia. You feel so tight. Just like I knew you would. I had a little taste of your pussy wrapped around my cock on the plane and I knew you’d be small. But we’ve got to break you in. You’ll be so horny after this, and I want to make sure you’re able to take me. Just relax, you’re almost there.”

She takes a breath and licks her lips before I give her another soft kiss. I slide out a little and then move back in, and this time she doesn’t tense.

“Good girl.” Her cunt is so tight it pulls cum from my cock every time I pull out.

Her legs relax, then move around my waist as I start to move in and out. She rubs her hand down my chest, and I feel like everything in my life has led to this moment. I’ve built all that I have so that I could make all of her dreams come true. This is what I’ve worked so hard for.

Leaning back, I rub her pussy with my thumb and watch my cock disappear inside her. “Look at how fucking perfect you are. Taking all of me the first time. You’re so beautiful.” I look up to her eyes and smile at her. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. That’s why I had to have you.”

Her body tenses and I know she’s close. Steady, even strokes on her clit as I thrust in and out bring her to the edge faster than I would have guessed.

“You might be new to this, but your pussy was made to cum. And you were made to breed. Look at you, taking my cock all the way and ready to go off so soon.”

My filthy words are enough to send her over the edge, and I watch as the blush from her cheeks blooms on her chest, and I lean down, taking a nipple in my mouth. I hold myself inside her as deep as I can go and release my hot cum into her as her body opens for me.

Her orgasm is intense, and she cries out as she claws my back. My name drips off her lips as I pump cum into her. There’s so much, I can feel it at the base of my cock, leaking down my balls, but I can’t stop.

The feel of her nipple in my mouth and the smell of her pussy on my lips is pushing my body past any limit it thought it had. Just when I think I don’t have any left, another wave shoots down my spine and I give her more.

I take a deep breath and roll onto my back, taking her with me and positioning her above my hips. My cock is still buried as deep as it can go inside her, and I have zero plans of changing that any time soon.

I grab her hips and begin to rock them as she lies limply across my chest. I hear a giggle come from her and look down to see her smiling.

“Are you going to do it for me?” she asks as I keep rocking her hips on my cock.

“You need your rest. But I can’t seem to stop,” I admit, and kiss her on the lips softly.

“Does it always feel like this?” she asks shyly as her cheeks redden.

“Never before. This is heaven, sweet pea. And you’re my goddess.”

When she sits up and cups her tits, I groan at the sight of it. A wicked smile plays at her lips, and in that moment she wraps me even tighter around her pinky.

Chapter Seven

Sophia

I roll over, reaching out for Lincoln, but come up empty. Opening my eyes, I see the sun pouring into the room. I sit up and call out for him but get no response.

Pulling myself from the bed, I go in search of him but find the hotel room empty. Nervousness sits in the pit of my stomach. What if he left…?

I find my suitcase by the door and I dig through it to find something to wear. He wouldn’t just leave, would he? I know nothing about dating.

Walking into the bathroom, I freeze when I see myself. I’m completely naked and I can see the evidence of our lovemaking coating my body.

I should shower, but I don’t want to wash it away. I’d rather go in search of Lincoln. Maybe he just went down to the hotel lobby.

I get dressed quickly and throw my hair into a messy bun before leaving the hotel room. When the door shuts behind me, I realize I don’t have a key.

I go to the elevator and hit the lobby button. The nervousness in my belly only grows with each second I’m away from Lincoln.

When I exit, I stop in my tracks when I see Lincoln in the lobby, but he isn’t alone. A young dark-haired woman is leaning in to kiss him.

My breath catches and I turn around, not wanting to see it. I hit the elevator button but remember I have no way of getting into the room. Tears leak down my cheeks.

I should have known this was too good to be true. I turn to exit the hotel but run right into Lincoln. His whole body is rock solid and he looks livid.

“Why are you crying?” His soft tone doesn’t match the hard look on his face.

“You left and you-you…” I can’t even say it.

His hands cup my face “Sweet pea, I came down to wrap some things up for work. I was on my way back up to order some breakfast for us.”

“I saw her,” I snap. More tears leak out.

“Her?” he questions, and my eyes follow his. The woman is being escorted out by what looks like a security guard. “I know she practically jumped me. Promise she didn’t get the kiss she was trying to land,” he growls out, seeming super pissed. He leans down and takes my mouth with his. The kiss is deep and consuming.

When he pulls back, I’m dazed and want to go back to our room.

“Just a drunk. You’re the only woman I’ll ever kiss,” he says against my lips.

“So this is real? Like, we’re together?” I ask, feeling a little unsure.

“This is more than together. By the time we leave this hotel, I’m going to have my baby in you and you will have my last name.” He growls again, picking my up and hitting the elevator button.

“You sound like a caveman,” I laugh, really liking it.

“Caveman is going to be me spanking your little ass for leaving the hotel room without me.”

I laugh even harder at that. “I can’t leave the hotel without you?”

“Nope, sweet pea. Someone will snatch you up like I did. You belong to me and me alone.”

Epilogue

Sophia

Two years later..

“I’m going to hire a female gardener,” Lincoln says, spinning me around to look at him. “Why are you staring at him?” I roll my eyes, which only gets me a harder look from him.

“I was making sure he was taking care of the rose bushes!” I exclaim. I love my rose bushes, but Lincoln won’t let me tend them anymore, saying it’s too hot out for me. “Trust me, he doesn’t want anything to do with this.”

My hand goes to my very round belly. I’m ready to pop any time now. I barely had our son before Lincoln had a little girl planted in me.

“You have no idea how fucking sexy you look pregnant. If you did, you’d understand my jealousy.”

I roll my eyes again. “You’re always jealous.”

“You like it,” he says, scooping me up into his arms. He’s right. I do. I love the attention he rains down on me. “Our son is napping. I say we practice making a third baby.”

Epilogue

Lincoln

Ten years later…

“If you don’t hold still, I’m going to spank you.” Her lush ass is teasing me and she damn well knows it.

“Maybe that’s what I want,” Sophia says, and wiggles against me.

I groan and rest my forehead on her shoulder. She’s going to be the death of me. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. She’s my world wrapped up in a tiny package.

“You said we were running late,” I say through gritted teeth.

We’re both dressed for the hospital gala tonight, and we should have left the house ten minutes ago. I’m supposed to be the keynote speaker, so they’ll be waiting on us, a whole room of people sitting around ready for us to begin.

“We are. But I wanted my makeup to be perfect. Don’t you like my dress?” she asks, wiggling her lace-covered ass against my erection. It’s deep red and hugs all her curves, and I want to rip it from her body.

“You’re teasing the devil,” I say, biting the exposed skin on her shoulder. She shivers with pleasure and presses against me harder.

“Am I?” Her voice is full of innocence, but we both know she’s far from it.

“You’re going to explain to the hundreds of people there tonight why we are late,” I grit out, jerking at my slacks and pulling out my cock.

I push on her shoulder and grab the end of her dress. “Grip the back of the couch. This is going to be quick.”

She giggles and then squeals when I smack her bare ass. “No panties. Maybe you’re the devil.”

I thrust hard into her, and her soaked pussy wraps around my cock. “Fucking wet for it. I bet you were in the bathroom playing with your cunt instead of getting ready. Weren’t you?”

“Lincoln,” she moans, and spreads her legs wider.

“You horny little girl. You just couldn’t wait. You better not have cum in there without me. You know that’s not allowed.”

“Never,” she gasps as I thrust deep.

“That’s right. Because this cunt belongs to me. Doesn’t it? Since the day I laid eyes on you, you’ve been mine.”

“Always yours.” She arches her back and lifts her knee onto the couch so I can have more of her.

“You’re always so greedy for me.” I grip her hips with both hands and use her body to jerk myself off. “You’re going to soak my slacks with all this pussy juice. I’m going to need you to lick me clean.”

Her cunt clenches and she trembles as she screams out my name in climax. My cock can only take so much, and I release into her, filling her pussy with what she craves.

She turns around in my arms, and my cock slips free from her. She falls to her knees and opens her mouth as my hard length slides inside. The sight of her sucking my cock clean and moaning around her own juices turns me on all over again.

“Keep that up and I’m going to have to fuck you again.”

Instead of pulling back, she takes me deeper into her throat and winks at me.

“Fuck,” I grit between clenched teeth.

We’re going to be very, very late.

THE END

PAID FOR

by

Alexa Riley

Mason Foster goes through assistants like some people go through tissues. He’s sick and tired of having to replace them, so his best friend and business partner decides to help him out.

Kennedy Myers is here for a job and nothing else. But when the money is too good to be true, there’s nothing she won’t do to please her new boss. She’s bought and paid for, so who is she to say no? Especially when she likes it.

Warning: This dirty office romance is over-the-top filthy. If you want a possessive alpha with a bossy mouth, then do what you’re told and get this book! Seriously, though, if Mason asks, just say you bought it. He’s grumpy.

Copyright © 2016 by Author Alexa Riley LLC. All rights reserved.

No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, email to riley_alexa@aol.com

http://alexariley.com/

Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

Edited by Aquila Editing

Cover Photo by Sara Eirew 

Cover Designer: Perfect Pear Creative Covers

For Janet… you’re the best.

Chapter 1

Kennedy

I think I’m going to throw up. The single thought runs through my head, over and over. I take a deep breath, trying to get my nerves under control. Glancing around the giant room, I feel completely out of place. A woman in her late fifties sits typing away at a large desk, the clicks of her fingers hitting the keys the only sound in the big, empty lobby. I’m on the fiftieth floor of the Foster Building, trying to control my stomach as the lady ignores me and continues to work. Her silky gray hair is cut short to just below her ears and she’s wearing thick-framed glasses perched on the end of her nose. Everything about her is professional and says she belongs here. Her outfit is stylish in a way I could never put together, even if I had the money to do so. She’s classy and elegant and was surprisingly sweet to me when I checked in. She didn’t give me a snide look like the women downstairs had done.

I run one hand across my thighs in an attempt to brush away any pieces of fuzz on the too-tight gray skirt I have on. I’m still shocked I got myself into the thing. I got it in the ninth grade when I’d joined the debate team and needed to look professional. My stint at that size lasted about as long as my time on the team. The waist is starting to dig into my stomach, and I pray that the button in the back won’t pop.

I’m wearing simple black heels that I spent two hours practicing walking in yesterday. I found them in a discount bin in a shop down the street from my little studio apartment, along with a simple button-up white shirt. I feel so plain, even a little mousy. I was trying to look older, but I’m not sure I’m pulling it off.

I tried my hand at a little makeup and even took the time to put some curls into my hair. I’d tried to mimic a woman from a magazine I saw, but I’m not sure I got close to what I was trying to pull off.

What am I doing here? I shake my head at myself. I’m a horrible liar and I know it. The absolute worst at it. When I was seven, I broke a glass case my grandpa kept a signed football in. I’d confessed before he could even ask me what happened to it. Then when I was thirteen, my grandpa asked me how my day at school was, and out of my mouth came details of how Cody kissed me after school. I was so bad at lying. I couldn’t even fake it for a second. I simply couldn’t bring myself to do it.

How I think I’ll ever pull this off, I have no idea. Because you have no other choice, I remind myself. I need this job. Correction, I more than need this job. I needed this job three weeks ago.

The little money I had left from selling my grandpa’s house is almost gone. I have no idea how I am going to make rent in my shitty little studio apartment. I might actually be happy to lose the place, though. Maybe I can find a local YMCA to stay at or something. My landlord is starting to really creep me out.

His apartment is right next to mine, and this morning he caught me as I was leaving, reminding me my rent was due three days ago. He also implied there are other ways to pay my rent. Ways that don’t involve money. It made my skin crawl. Mr. Kelly was easily sixty years old. He is always in pajama bottoms and a wife beater with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. And I am pretty sure the lady across the hall from me is paying her rent in the other ways he was talking about. I’d heard her earn her room on multiple occasions, and it made me shiver with disgust.

He was always a little too handsy. He finds new ways to put his hands on me all the time, and it’s becoming unsettling. I try to find ways to avoid him, but yesterday I’d come home to find him standing inside my home. He said he was checking on the water pipes, something about a leak, but my blood ran cold at how easily he accessed my home. How easily he could do it again. After he left, I shoved a chair under the door handle, but it gave me no comfort. I barely slept all night. I had no idea what I was going to do if I came up with the money to pay the rent, because I didn’t feel safe at all.

I’m just happy I still have a few more weeks until I need to make another payment to the nursing home my grandpa’s in. Knowing he has a place to be for a little longer gives me some relief, but not much. A sharp pain in my palm reminds me I’m squeezing my apartment keys too tight and they’re digging into my skin. I open my bag and drop them down inside.

Your name is Kennedy Myers. You went to University of Michigan, where you got a degree in liberal arts. You are twenty-two years old and have always dreamed of working for a company like Foster and Crate, I remind myself for the hundredth time. All lies, other than my name. Lies I made up to try and get this job.

I’m barely eighteen, almost didn’t graduate high school because of my attendance, and I had no freaking clue what Foster and Crate was until two days ago when I saw the job listing. It’s a job that pays more than I could dream of. Enough to keep my grandfather in the pricey nursing home he’s in. Not only that, but if I can keep the sham up, I can get us both health insurance in a few months’ time.

This has to work. I have no other options. This isn’t merely about me. It’s about the man who raised me since I was a little girl. A man who tried to give me everything he could until he started to forget who I was.

I knew I couldn’t take care of him anymore. He needed someone to be with him 24/7, and not only that, I was physically incapable of helping him at times—my grandfather is a big man, easily twice my size. I could, however, make sure he was somewhere safe where people were good to him. So far, I had done that, but the place was far from cheap, and I quickly burned through the money I’d gotten from selling the home he raised me in. I’m drowning in bills. Waiting tables and cleaning jobs simply aren’t cutting it anymore.

I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t considered other ways to make money. One of the girls in my building strips and says she could make over a thousand dollars some nights just off cash tips. I’d toyed with the idea. It wasn’t something I wanted to do, but there wasn’t a lot I wouldn’t do to keep my grandfather happy.

The man had raised me since I was a little girl. I don’t remember my mother. My memories are crafted from the stories he told me about her. I never knew my father. My grandpa made it seem like he didn’t know who he was either.

It was always just the two of us, and I love him more than anything in the world. He is the only family I’ve ever known. I loved it when I’d lie down to bed at night and he’d tell me stories about grandma. He always lit up at the memory of her. I grew up thinking I wanted a love like that, but then all that was pushed to the back burner as his health started to decline.

Lately, whenever he is having a good day and starts talking about my mom and grandmother when I visit, I write down everything he says. I am scared that one day he’ll no longer remember the stories himself, and I want to be able to tell him those same stories.

I feel wetness hit my cheeks and I quickly wipe it away. Looking up, I see the woman behind the desk watching me. She gives me a sad smile, and I look away, not liking that I’ve been caught crying. Lovely. I’m sure that’s not going to help me get this job.

I stand up. I need to get myself under control.

“Bathroom?” I ask the woman.

“Down the hall, second door on the right,” she says.

I nod and make my way down the hall, almost running into a man coming out of an office.

“Sorry,” I whisper before moving around him and darting into the bathroom. I feel his eyes on me the whole way.

Get it together, Kennedy.

Available NOW!

Shhhh….

It all started with a Coach.

Then we found our Mechanic.

Our hearts were stolen by a Thief.

But we were never prepared for the Kingpin.

Coming August 2017

Prologue: Salvatore

People say karma's a bitch, but she’s been nothing but good to me. And it’s not because I’m a decent man. What I’ve done in my life, I’ve done for my own reasons. I’ve stolen, I’ve blackmailed, I’ve even killed people. There’s a few areas I don’t fuck with, like women, children, or drugs, but for the most part my hands are covered in dirt. That’s the way it goes when you’re the boss.

With every dark deed I knew the weight of my actions, but I never had to justify it to anyone. And now for the the first time in my life I have to explain why. I have to look at her every night and tell this innocent angel why I’ve walked down the path I have.

But I’ll do it, because I have no other choice. Her eyes are the center of my world and somehow she’s become my  angel. I will drop to my knees and confess my sins, so that she can cleanse my soul. For her, I would fall on the sword, even if she was the one holding it.

I’m not a man who feels guilt or remorse, but I’d spend a thousand years trying to repent if it means I can have her in my arms.

The night I first saw her was the night her life changed forever. Some might say it changed for the worse, but she says it’s for the better. All I know is, I plan on living until the end of time because this angel won’t go where I do when my lights go out. She’s absolutely pure and I’ve brought her into my world; into the underground mafia.

I should’ve let her go when I had the chance, but I’m an only child. What’s mine is mine.

- Make sure you’re signed up for our Newsletter so you don’t miss any releases! Click HERE!

Full Length Novels: For Her Series

Everything For Her

His Alone

Claimed

Novellas in the For Her Series

Stay Close

Pandora… October 16 2017

Henry… January 22 2017

Single Titles

The Virgin Duet

Owning the Beast

My New Step Dad

Their Stepsister

Snow and Mistletoe

Ps. You’re Mine

Trailer Park Virgin

Guarding His Obsession

Curvy

Untouched

Holding His Forever

Tempting the Law

Paid For

Shielding Lily

Wanting My Stepsister

Stealing Christmas

Paying Daddy’s Debt

Her Touch

Devotion

Flight Risk

Taken By The Russian… Coming 2017

Bundled Series

Cowboys and Virgins

Buy Me Series Bundle

Innocent Series Bundle

Halloween Treats

Ghost Riders MC - Complete Series

Forced Submission Bundle Books 1-3

Forced Submission Bundle Books 4-6

The Princesses

Taking the Fall Series

Taking the Fall Bundle

Fall Into Place

Alexa Riley Promises

Mr and Mrs

Blackmailing the Virgin

The Billionaire and His Castaway

The Breeding Series

Coach

Mechanic

Thief

Kingpin… Coming 2017

The Fairytale Shifter Series

Riding Red

Beauty Sleeps

The Lost Slipper

Finding Snow

Growling For Mine - Bonus Shifter Book

The Three Bad Wolves… Coming 2017

All Titles

Alexa Riley Amazon

Alexa Riley Website

For all the HOT news and DIRTY details…

sign up for the mailing list!

www.AlexaRiley.com

FacebookFacebook

TwitterTwitter