ROMANCE : PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Unwanted mate (BBW Pregnancy Werebear Shifter Romance) (New Adult Paranormal Romance) (52 page)

Trey grinned and leaned forward as he dished about what he knew. Cade tried to stay focused, but he couldn’t help but think about Erin. Although the meeting was all set, he hadn’t heard from her. No doubt she’d be pissed about the story. What would she do when she found out that he’d gone to The New York Monthly and pitched the idea first hand?

She’d be livid.

He couldn’t help but smile. He loved to watch Erin Silva when she was angry.

Chapter Two

She straddled his lap and stared at him. How did they get here? One moment they were watching a movie, and the next moment, his arm slowly slid down her body until he was cupping her beneath her shirt. She should have turned around and slapped him. She should have stormed out of the room. Instead, she’d actually arched into his touch and moaned. After a few minute of his lightly brushing his finger over her, she turned and pressed herself against his erection.

“Erin,” he said softly as he stared at her. She knew what he was thinking. If she leaned over and kissed him, they’d both be lost. Isn’t this what they both knew was going to happen? She’d wanted him since the moment she laid eyes on him, and whenever they were alone, she’d teased him mercilessly.

But she was just a kid then. Things were different now. They were alone, and they were both of age. She knew the moment that he closed the front door that this was going to happen. They bickered and argued, but it was just for show. Deep down, she’d been aching for him. And she knew he felt the same. She could see the raw desire in his eyes.

Before he could list all the reasons that they shouldn’t do this, she leaned over and pressed her lips to his. He moaned softly, and she lengthened her legs, forcing his head back, so she could deepen the kiss. The touch of his tongue had her head swimming, and she had to cling to him for support. The low flicker of fire within her belly burned wild and free now as it raced across her body.

His hands swept beneath her shirt, traced along her bare skin, sent shivers down her spine as he finally filled his hands with her breasts. Her legs buckled, and as she fell into his lap, he took control of the situation. He slanted his lips over her in an urgency that they both understood.

When they finally broke free, they were gasping for breath. “You don’t know what you’re doing,” he moaned while she rocked herself against his hardness.

“I know exactly what I’m doing,” she replied hoarsely. “Please, Cade. There’s no one else I want.”

He braced her with on arm and flipped her over so that her back pressed against the couch cushions. When his body settled on hers, she lifted her legs around his waist and dropped her head back as he licked along her neck. This was it. This was the moment she’d bee waiting for.

“Hello, Erin.”

She took a deep breath and tried to steal her nerves. She’d seen his picture grace the magazines, and she’d seen her stepfather’s pictures of him as he matured into the man he was today, but nothing did him justice. He still had that dark, unkempt hair that made it look like he’d just gotten out of bed. His crystal blue eyes still manage to hold all the intensity and dangerous pleasure that his body was capable of. He’d kept himself in good shape, and she could see the ripples of his muscles under the crisp clean shirt he wore that unbuttoned at the top.

He’d once said in an interview that he never wore ties. He didn’t want to make it any easier for someone to strangle him.

Like her. She definitely wanted to strange him. How unfair was it that he still looked so damn good?

“Mr. Marquis,” she said breezily. “I love the office. Simple, elegant, and incredibly understated. Is that how you want your clients to see you?” Despite her reluctance, this was a job. And she wasn’t going to let her feelings cloud her ability to do her job.

A knowing smile played on his lips as he recognized the game she was playing. No discussion of the past. No discussion of their relationship. A simple, clean-cut interview.

“I certainly don’t want my clients to see me as simple, Ms. Silva.” Although his tone was mocking, her name rolled off his tongue easily, like he’d been practicing.

“Of course not. You became a billionaire in just a matter of a few years. You don’t do that by being simple,” she said lightly. He stood aside, and she walked into his office.

There were no personal mementos. If he was dating anyone long term, her mother and Richard never said. Instead, there was a slew of framed letters. She immediately crossed the office to study them. “Feedback,” she muttered as she read them.

“I ask each company to write me a personal letter discussing what did and didn’t work for them. They are able to do so without any backlash from me as I only want to hear the truth. The best and the worst letter go up on my wall to remind me of what I’m capable of.”

Pleasure and heartbreak. That was what he was capable of. Immediately she pushed the thought out of her head. She would never get through this interview if she didn’t keep it impersonal. She jotted a few things dong in her notebook until she felt his hand on her shoulder.

“If you could leave that part out, I would appreciate it,” he said softly. “This is my personal wall, and I would hate to think that people weren’t giving me honest feedback because they want to be put on display.”

She stiffened under his touch and moved away. “What made you want to help others? Most people with your talent in business want to partner up with products and services. They want to leave a physical mark in the world, and yet you simply work behind the scenes to make other people successful.”

Erin could feel his eyes following her as she moved around the room. “Do you want to sit down?” he asked as he pointed to the chair.

“Walking around and standing keeps the juices flowing,” she said absently as she stared out the window. “Plus, I get to see more of the environment that you work in.”

“You’ve never been here before.” It was more of an accusation that a question. She ignored it.

“You didn’t answer the question.”

He ran his hands through his hair. It was a move that she knew well. He was frustrated. “Erin, can we please just…”

“Stop.” She held her hand up. “Let’s get a few things straight. I know you orchestrated this. I don’t know why. Maybe you think my own career is spiraling downhill, and maybe you’re right, but the point is that I know I’m here for a reason. And I hope to hell that reason isn’t so that you think I’ll owe you for this.”

His mouth dropped open. “Christ, Erin I would never…”

“I’m not done,” she snapped. “It’s been years, Cade. And somewhere in that time, I might have forgiven you for taking my virginity and breaking my heart, but it wasn’t just that, was it? You managed to orchestrate your life and shut me out of it. I could not have felt lower or dirtier when every holiday went by with you making an excuse to not visit until I was out of the house. I had to start lying to your dad and telling him that we occasionally have lunch so he didn’t suspect anything. Do you have any idea how devastating that is? To not only know that I was only good enough to be your fuck buddy for a week but that you were so ashamed of it that you couldn’t face me?”

His gaze remained steady on hers. “I thought you didn’t want to see me,” he said softly. “I was just trying to make it easier on you.”

“Were you really? Or were you just too cowardly to face me?” She rolled her eyes at his stunned silence. “We’re done here, Cade. I’ll email you a list of questions. Please respond by tomorrow evening. If I have anything else, I’ll call you.”

She swept past him. Tears threatened to escape, and she was surprised by her own intensity to seeing him again.

It was embarrassing to see the affect he still had on her, and she was so focused on her own thoughts that she didn’t even see the man waiting just outside the door of the office.

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She twisted in his arms and gasped as he continued to lick her. Earlier that day, they’d been frantic with urgency, and he’d taken her on the kitchen table in full light of the window. Not that anyone would have seen them with the snow still coming down. But tonight, under the cover of darkness, he was slow and easy. She’d practically begged him to enter her, and he’d simply slithered down her body and kissed her most sensitive place.

“Cade,” she whimpered as she gripped the sheets. Her body was covered in sweat, but the hot desire was only growing inside her. She needed to be ravished, but he was savoring her. As his silky tongue slid over her, she arched her back and moaned. He was driving her crazy.

“You like that?” His voice was husky as he lifted his head and slowly slid a finger inside her. She could only cry out softly when he curled the finger up to touch that sensitive spot inside her.

“I asked you a question,” he said with a wicked smile as he slid another finger insider her.

She nodded her head and lifted her hips. “Yes. God, yes.”

Cade chuckled and leaned down to press his lips against her once again. This time, he was more urgent. The tension built inside her as his tongue moved faster in tiny circles, and when she didn’t think she could take anymore, his teeth raked over her. The dam broke, and she lifted her hips and screamed as the orgasm rocked her body.

He didn’t even give her a chance to recover as he slid up her body, hook a hand around her knee to lift it up, and entered her in one swift move. 

“Is this a bad time?”

The thick Irish accent abruptly tore Cade from his thoughts. He’d been standing at the window, watching Erin march angrily down the street. For a brief moment, he thought he saw tears in her eyes.

Had he really fucked up that badly? He honestly thought he was doing her a favor by avoiding her, but maybe she was right. Maybe he was just too cowardly to face the woman whose heart he’d crushed.

“Yes,” Cade said as he turned to the Irish mobster. He studied O’Toole with mild interest. The man was large and physically intimidating. And where that failed, his money did the rest. But what O’Toole asked of him was beyond ridiculous. Not only did it put his reputation at risk, but also it was morally wrong. It could crush thousands of people.

“I haven’t heard from you since our meeting.”

“The deadline isn’t up yet.”

He smiled dangerously. “Yes. Deadline. You should consider it a gesture of friendship that I’ve given you some time to think the matter over.”

“Gesture of friendship?” Cade’s eyebrows went up in surprise. “O’Toole, you threw money at me and never really said anything after that. Our relationship has always been strictly business, so I doubt friendship has anything to do with this.”

“Careful, Marquis. I’ve given a choice, and I hope you’re aware that it is only an illusion. Instead of looking at your conscience, perhaps you should be devising a plan.” His eyes flitted to the elevator. “She’s pretty. A friend of yours?”

Cade stiffened, but he tried to mask his thoughts. No matter what, Erin would not be a factor in this. “She’s interviewing me for high profile story in The New Yorker Monthly,” he said casually.

O’Toole made a face. “I was never one for writers, myself. Too nosy. Anyways, I’m sure you won’t let me down. Have a good evening, Marquis.”

Cade didn’t even bother to say the same as the man walked away. He closed his eyes and rolled his head along his shoulders. It was indeed a mess that he’d gotten himself into.

Chapter Three

“I like this,” she said as she traced the tattoo on his shoulder with her fingers. Despite the warm shower water that covered them in steam, he still shivered.

“I can think of a few places we could tattoo you,” he teased as he slid his hands down her body.

“I don’t mean the tattoo, although I like that as well. Everything about you is sexy as hell, Cade Marquis.” She moved her lips over his chest and lightly raked her nails down his back. His body was already straining to attention.

“Then what did you mean?” he asked as he gritted his teeth. She was already slowly lowering herself to her knees. Bowing his head, he swept the water out of his eyes so he could watch her. She looked like a goddess as her wet hair was plastered to her back. She leaned out teasingly and flicked her tongue out over the head of his cock.

“I mean that I liked this. All of this. Being with you. Cooking with you. Eating with you. Showering with you,” she teased. She reached up and wrapped a fist around him, and he immediately thrust his hips. “It has been the best Christmas ever.”

He couldn’t agree more, but he couldn’t help but feel a dark shadow lingering in his mind. This couldn’t last. For one thing, his father would probably murder him for seducing Susan’s little girl. And for another, she was too young to know what she wanted. He’d be a complete asshole if he led her on to believe that this was anything other than a fling.

But everything about her felt like perfection. In all the women that he’d had, no one came close to feeling like Erin did. Her body accepted him like no other, but it was more than that. Cade liked the way that she looked in his arms. He liked watching her sleep. He liked cooking for her.