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BOOK: Passion and Surrender (The Billionaire's Temptation Book 6)
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“Okay…you might be right, but that doesn’t mean this isn’t a stupid idea.”

“Sweet girl, we’re both far from stupid, and there’s nothing wrong with enjoying ourselves.” He’d been craving her since their one time together, and it left him desperate to have her once more.

Yanking her dress up off her head, he took but a minute to appreciate the pretty black and pink lace bra that allowed him to see her pert nipples through the diaphanous fabric, before he flicked the clasp open and tossed it aside, leaving her naked to his touch.

His hands slipped up the sides of her waist until he could run his thumbs under the swell of her breasts before shifting further up to tease her nipples. He loved seeing her breath catch…loved to see her need for him override her determination to keep her distance.

“I bet you just love the fact that I can’t resist you.” She glared at him, but her anger held no heat and was short-lived, extinguished when he sucked her nipple into his mouth and let his fingers glide up her inner thighs to slowly stroke her clit, her sex slick and ready for him.

“Do you think it’s easy for me to stay away from you? Don’t you think I’ve tried? Well, I have, Harper—and I’ve failed miserably, which means that if I can’t stay away, if I can’t keep myself from wanting you, then my only alternative is to do everything in my power to have you.” He scoffed at just how true his words were with a frustrated shake of his head. Not having her just wasn’t an option. “On your knees, Ms. Jones.”

“Damn it…why does that turn me on?” With nimble fingers, she unbuttoned his shirt, letting him shrug out of it, as she worked the button and zipper on his jeans, freeing his cock and stroking him. With her still standing before him, he caught her mouth in a hungry kiss as her hand slipped its way up his erect shaft, her thumb circling the head of his cock and smearing the pre-cum down the crease. “You make me crazy, Marshall.”

“Ms. Jones…crazy will be the least of your worries when I have you tied to the bed and I’m paddling your ass for disobeying me earlier. Now get on your knees, sweet girl, before you make matters worse for yourself.” Fuck…he didn’t know what had gotten into him, but Harper had it so he couldn’t think straight.

Maybe it was because all the years he’d spent with Claire were years spent compromising, her needs far more vanilla than his own. Not that he was into anything extreme. But, fucking hell…sex with Claire had been…lifeless and uninspired. And not for lack of trying—on his part at least. As for Claire and her efforts—well, she was too busy screwing around behind his back to have any real interest in his needs.

And then there was Harper, who made him feel free and left him feeling uninhibited. She reminded him what it was like to truly want sex, to truly enjoy it and relish it—but there was more between them…
so much more
.

Harper pushed him back towards the bed, shifting his jeans down over his hips so he could kick them off and toss them aside, leaving him naked and erect before her. Slowly, with her hands running down his body and his cock slipping between her full breasts, she got to her knees and nuzzled his cock with her cheek as she looked up at him, her lips brushing against his delicate skin. “Is this what you want?”

“It’s a good start.” And when she ran her tongue up the length of his shaft and then wrapped her lips around his cock, it was even better. “That’s it, Ms. Jones…”

Unable to pull his gaze away, he watched her suck him, her lips stretched around his girth, as she took a little more of him with each pass while her hands worked down his shaft. Fuck, she was gorgeous, and the fact that she couldn’t resist him, that she wanted him so honestly, for the sheer pleasure of it, only added to the moment.

Tangling his fingers in her hair, he fisted her mahogany locks, loving the control it gave him, loving that he could set the pace and could decide just how much of him she’d take. And when she let out a needy moan in response, the vibrations it sent humming against his cock had him thrusting his hips forward as she eagerly took him.

“Harper…that’s so fucking good.” He couldn’t help but fuck her mouth, his cock slipping in and out past her lips as his pace quickened, her fingers stroking his balls and that tender spot just behind them. He could feel the pressure building at this core, every nerve in his body thrumming with energy as he rode that razor’s edge, his orgasm racing right at him. “I’m going to come, love. You have me so close.”

And then she did something with her tongue and he was done for. With a primal grunt, his body tensed as he thrust into her mouth, his cock pulsing his hot cum down her throat as she eagerly swallowed it, his breathing ragged and heavy as the vision of her on her knees seared itself in his head. “That…was…fucking hell, Harper…that was amazing.”

“Quid pro quo, Clarice.” Her
Silence of the Lambs
reference had him biting back a laugh as she got to her feet and pushed him back onto the bed so she could straddle him. The fact that she was so eager to play, that she wanted more, and was willing to take what she wanted was such a fucking turn-on.

With her kneeling on the bed by his side, he stroked her clit and then, slipping his fingers deep inside her, he hooked the loop on the plug and slowly pulled it out of her tight pussy as he swallowed her needy moans with a hungry kiss. Tossing the plug aside, he laid back and grabbed her hand, pulling her to him and positioning her so she now straddled his face, giving him access to her sweet cunt.

“Is this what you want, love?” Gripping her hips, he pulled her to him, running his tongue along her slick slit, her juices salty sweet on his tongue as he parted her soft folds and flicked at her clit. She was so fucking wet for him, and it turned him on to no end to know that she’d enjoyed blowing him.

“Most definitely.” Her breath caught and she bit her lip as her hips rocked against him, her fingers tangling in his hair as if she was holding on to him, her body tensing with each flick of his tongue.

Reaching up, he teased her nipple and sucked on her clit, causing her pace to quicken as she reached back and stroked his cock and he went hard for her once more. Fucking her with his tongue, her thighs tightened as he pushed her towards her orgasm, gripping her ass and pulling her closer, deeper, her moans spurring him on. And then she was quivering against him as she cried out his name, her orgasm tearing through her as he milked the last of it from her sweet body until her breathing finally slowed back to normal.

Her lips kicked up in a mischievous smile as she looked down at him. “Not only are you fantastic with your cock, but you’re also pretty damn amazing with that mouth of yours. And that bit of stubble…don’t ever shave it off.”

He couldn’t help but laugh as he shifted her off him and onto her hands and knees, giving her a playful slap across the ass, his cock already aching to have her. Grabbing his jeans up off the floor, he dug out a condom and sheathed himself, pushing thoughts of taking her bare from his mind, even if he’d like nothing more than to sink into her, skin to skin. Tight as she was, he knew it’d feel fucking amazing. Yet the last thing he needed was to have two women pregnant with his children, and at the same time no less. Unfortunately, after Claire, he wasn’t quite ready to give anyone that sort of trust. Not yet, anyway.

Kneeling by Harper’s side, he fisted her hair and gently pulled her head back so he could kiss her, his tongue darting past her lips as he swallowed her needy moans. “Tell me you want this, Harper.”

“I do, Marshall…I want you more than is wise.” She bit her bottom lip and arched her back as he let go of her hair and let his fingers dance down her spine to her perfectly plump ass.

Shifting so that his thighs brushed against hers, he grabbed his erect cock and slipped the head of it against her slit, working it from her clit to her ass and back again, teasing her until he could take no more. With a tilt of his hips, he sunk his cock into her, taking her with one go, forcing her tight little body to stretch around his thick cock. “You feel so fucking good, Harper… If I were to die tomorrow, I swear, I’d die a happy man after having your sweet cunt.”

She looked over her shoulder at him, her brow furrowed. “Don’t say things like that, Marshall.”

He didn’t quite understand what he’d said to upset her, but he suddenly felt like an ass, even if he didn’t know why. “Harper…hey, are you okay?”

“No. But I want you to fuck me anyway.” She shook her head as if to clear it, but he couldn’t bear to continue. Pulling out of her, he pulled her into his arms, even as she fought him. “I need you not to stop. Please…for me.”

Fucking hell…he didn’t know what the hell to do. Whatever he’d said had upset her, yet it was also clear she needed the physical connection. Thoughts of taking her rough and hard disappeared as he gently turned her onto her back, and nestled himself between her legs, burying himself deep inside her once more, though this time they were face to face. “It’s okay, love…I’ve got you.”

Harper sank into Marshall’s arms as he held her tightly to him, her body stretched tight around his cock as he filled her, taking her slow and sweet, hoping to comfort her when she looked so broken. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to protect her and keep her safe, to keep the darkness away, and try to make her happy. And so he kissed her like nothing in the world mattered but the two of them.

She clung to him; his forehead lowered to hers as their pace quickened and he covered her face in his kisses, her legs wrapped around his thighs, pulling him deeper. He tilted his hips so each thrust was intense and with purpose, the energy inside him starting to build once more, as his head spun with heightened emotions, his connection to Harper unlike anything he’d felt before.

Hooking her leg behind the knee, he opened her up to him, so he could bury himself fully with each thrust, filling her completely while pressing against that sweet spot deep inside her, her little moans of pleasure pushing him so he was teetering on the edge of coming again. And then he bit her neck, the flicker of pain enough to set her orgasm free, making her cry out as she clung to him and her body quivered in his arms.

A few more hard thrusts unleashed his own release like lightning in a summer storm, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he came. With their breathing still heavy and his pulse hammering, they lay there, their bodies entwined until he slowly pulled out of her, discarding the condom before he gathered her into his arms.

He was still feeling fiercely protective of her, hating that there were things in her life that could bring her to tears. And it didn’t matter that he’d only known her less than a year and they’d only gotten together recently, or that they weren’t supposed to be taking things seriously.

In that moment, she was all he cared about.

 

 

 

Chapter Twelve

 

Harper couldn’t believe she’d let such a small thing get to her. She felt like a fool for overreacting, even if Marshall had been incredibly sweet about it all. He’d somehow managed to soothe her jagged nerves and ease the pain in her heart, and she swore, he claimed a little piece of her soul in that moment.

Holding her to him, Marshall swept the hair from her shoulder and kissed the top of her head. “Harper…I’m here for you if you want to talk.”

She wanted to pull out of his arms and escape so that she wouldn’t have to discuss this, but his hold on her tightened as if he’d read her mind. “There’s nothing to discuss. I’m fine. And that’s not what this relationship is.”

She knew that if she told him, it would change the dynamic of what was between them. If he knew, he’d look at her as if she was broken and fragile, and then he’d handle her with kid gloves. She was having fun for once and the last thing she wanted was for him to start pitying her.

“Maybe not, but I meant it when I said that I wanted to get to know you better—and if there’s something bothering you, then maybe I can help.” He let out a breath ragged with frustration.

“You can’t help. No one can. And getting to know me was not part of our deal. My life is my own, and I’m not saying that to be a bitch. My life is just too screwed up for me to rehash all my issues and not have you look at me differently.” She shifted closer and stole a lingering kiss, feeling some of his frustration with her ease. “I honestly need a bit of a break from my life, and I was hoping this week away in London would give me a few days where I could escape everything that haunts me. Discussing my problems will defeat all of that, which is why I can’t.”

“I get it, Harper…I honestly do. But…just know that if you do feel like you need to talk, I’m here for you.” He ran his hand over her hair and kissed the top of her head. “Believe it or not, I’m a pretty good listener.”

As a doctor, she imagined he’d had an excellent bedside manner, immediately setting his patients and their families at ease. “Your patients must have loved you.”

“They did.” His smile kicked up as he gave her a shrug, still holding her close to him. “And the truth is, I really do miss it, though I love what I’m doing at Clio too.”

“How on earth did you get started with Clio? It just seems so different than being a surgeon.” She couldn’t imagine making such a drastic change to her life.

“When I was in college, I had this girlfriend who was a little bit…adventurous. But one of the things she always complained about was how crappy the sex toys on the market were. I guess that always stuck with me. I like figuring things out and tinkering with things—was actually an engineering student when I first started college. Afterwards, my medical knowledge sort of gave me a different perspective, so when I came up with an idea, I hired an engineer to bring the design to life.” He gave her a smile that lit up his eyes, though after a moment, his smile faded. “I was sort of pursuing both Clio and my practice, but after Claire and what happened, I couldn’t stay at the hospital and my practice. I’d end up fucking murdering the asshole my wife was screwing if I had to see him every day.”

“So you decided to focus on just Clio.” It was more of a conclusion than a question. Clio was still a fairly young company, though it certainly seemed like Marshall’s divorce was getting dragged out.

“It’d be even better if Claire would stop showing up at my office and would just sign the divorce papers, but she wants to make me miserable, and has a knack for doing just that.” He stole a quick kiss and then snuggled her in his arms. “Sleep, sweet girl. We’ve got a long day ahead of us.”

“I suppose I won’t make you sleep on the sofa after all—as long as you behave yourself.”

His smile kicked up and he stole another kiss, rolling her under him as he nestled himself between her legs once more. “Never, Ms. Jones.”

***

“So, what’s the plan? Do you need me to keep an eye out for anything in particular?” Sitting on the edge of the bed, in nothing but her lingerie, Harper slipped on her silk stockings and stood so she could clip them to her garter, thinking it was a good thing she’d thought to pack something sexy.

“Damn, Harper…maybe we can just stay here instead. You look fucking amazing.” Marshall bit his bottom lip, looking ready to devour her as he closed the distance between them, his body sidling up to hers as his hands grasped her hips and pulled her to him. His cheek was rough against hers as he nipped at her ear, his warm breath sending a shiver of need down her spine, making her want him yet again, even if she was already tender from him taking her through the night.

“Work, Marshall. That’s why we’re here.” Somehow she found the strength to push him away, her hand firm on his muscular chest. “And I’m not guaranteeing that last night’s going to become a regular occurrence.”

He shook his head with a laugh. “Sweet girl…keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel any better. But this week? You’re all mine.”

When his hands tightened on her hips and he caught her mouth in a hard kiss, she fisted the fabric of his shirt, holding onto him as his tongue danced with hers, sending a wave of need straight through her, making her go wet with need. She couldn’t remember ever wanting anyone the way she wanted Marshall—and it was pointless to pretend otherwise.

Never in a million years had she imagined finding herself in this sort of situation. She couldn’t help but think of Josh and the sort of relationship they had, which had been fantastic, but…nothing this exciting or edgy. And she felt guilty for actually enjoying herself—which she was, even if she had her doubts about what she was doing and how wise it was.

Her breathing was heavy by the time she finally managed to pull away. “Fine…one week. But after that I need my old job back, because there’s no way I’ll be able to work with you and not want you.”

“We’ll start with a week, and once we’re back, we’ll find a way to work together.” Marshall stole another kiss before his lips trailed down her neck, nipping and biting at her shoulder, her needy moans escaping her lips as her body thrummed with desire. “You just love that flicker of pain, don’t you?”

“You know I do.” And if they kept this up, they’d never get to the conference—her point proved when he sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her into his lap, draping her over his muscular thighs with her ass in the air as her heart beat out a staccato.

“And what about this?” He slapped her ass hard enough to have the skin stinging, though only for a second, before it turned into a heat that had her going wet and desperately wanting more. “Do you like that, too?”

She bit her lip as she felt herself go wet, nodding in answer since she knew it’d be easy enough for him to check. “Yeah…I do.”

The next blow fell on the other cheek, harder this time, so she couldn’t keep her needy cry silent, her clit aching for attention as he ran his hand over her warmed skin. “More, Ms. Jones?”

She wanted to groan, despite knowing that she had to give him an answer, especially if she wanted him to continue. “Please.”

“Such a polite little thing.” This time one slap fell right after the other, harder than before, so it took the sting longer to mellow into the pleasure she was craving, though her clit was now throbbing as she squeezed her thighs together, looking for some relief. His hand soothed her ass cheeks before slipping down over her sex, shifting her soaked panties to the side, even though he made no effort to slip his fingers inside her, which only added to how badly she wanted him to do just that. “You’re so wet, love.”

There was no denying it. And when the next few blows landed, each harder than the one before, she swore she’d come simply from him spanking her. She wasn’t only wet, but crazy with desperation, needing him to take her hard and make her come. “Marshall…please…I need you to fuck me.”

Instead, he helped her to her feet, leaving her with her hair disheveled, her cheeks on both her face and ass flaming hot, and her pussy aching so badly with need that it hurt. “Why would I do that when I can have you aching for me all day long? I want you to feel my hand on your ass with each step you take, and each time you sit down. And when I do finally take you, sweet girl, I want you to be crazed with wanting me.”

She knew, without a doubt, that he was right about the effect he’d have on her throughout the day. The mere thought of it was enough to have her begging for him to give her some relief. “That’s just mean, Marshall. Please…just one little orgasm?”

“Now where would the fun in that be?” He stood up, looking so sexy that it made her heart hitch. Tilting her chin up, he stole a chaste kiss and then knelt before her, his large capable hands slipping down her calves as he helped her slide into her heels, before stepping away from her with a satisfied smile, her body reeling from his absence. “Get dressed, Ms. Jones. I do believe we have a conference to attend.”

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