Unscrupulous (24 page)

He came in her ass, the seed bouncing inside the latex. Fragrant semen filled the condom.

Her once-crimson face blanched. Taddy cried.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No! I loved it.”

He tore the condom off and threw it onto the floor, holding her in his arms. “Why are you crying?”

“I don’t know why I hit you.”

“Are you afraid of getting close?” Warner didn’t expect this from her.

Her eyes closed as she nodded. “Other than my friends I don’t let a lot of people into my life.”

“I hope you can make room for me.” He held her tight. “Sleep here, next to me. Don’t go to your room. We’ll talk about it some more in the morning.”

Taddy kissed him back. Tears ran down her face as she sobbed. Unsure if she’d hit him again or leave the room, her hand came around his shoulders, wrapping her body tight around his. “Please—hold me.”

She needed him.

Gathering Taddy into his arms, he rested her face on his chest and wondered if she pushed everyone away from her who tried to get to know her better.

* * * * *

God did I screw up
. The next morning, lying there next to Warner, Taddy was so mortified by her behavior, she couldn’t face herself. How could she even look at him? A take-charge billionaire like Warner couldn’t be bossed around. He didn’t work at her company. What had come over her?

The desire to be choked?

Taddy had starred in her own porno in her head and spat at him while he stood, thrusting inside her, trying to be intimate and be real with her. She’d thought at first she’d done it to be playful. Looking back, she understood Warner had let one slide. Taddy had acted out to hide the real emotions coming over her. She’d been enjoying something other than lust, other than her usual sex cravings, and wasn’t prepared to identify or label them.

The slap across his beautiful face?

One minute she’d enjoyed being in his arms, his cock planted in her ass, and then fear had consumed her. He’d use her. He’d throw her away. She couldn’t bear it, so that’s why she’d slapped him.

After her hand had struck his handsome face—he didn’t pull her hair, call her a whore or tell her to invite her friends over for some girl-on-girl action. No, this was like nothing she’d seen in the Manuel Coq de la Grande movies. Or like anything she’d experienced with the guys in the city. Warner just looked down at her with disgust and disappointment. Was it a mistake to hook up with him? At dinner, when she’d taken his hand, she’d hesitated. It would be a night like no other.

She could run a Fortune 500 company, no problem. She could be a boss. She could be a friend. However, real intimacy could ruin her. Part of her, rich with desire, wanted to cuddle with Warner and try to redeem herself. Another element wanted to run for the door. Leave a note stating she’d fallen ill and returned home to New York.

Damn this press conference.

Her eyes squinted as the French Riviera sun came through the windows. Warner moved, letting her know he was awake. Taddy rolled over. He was staring at her. His face searched for an answer from her, for what had happened last night. She didn’t know what to say. “Good morning, Big Daddy.” Taddy forced a publicity-perky voice.

“You wanna talk more about last night?” Warner folded his hands over his eight-pack, straightening the sheets out below him.

“Not really.” Attempting to roll over to face the window, she hoped to go back to sleep. Taddy didn’t want to tell him that she was scared.

He pulled her body into him and brought her face to his. “You sure do act as if you have a penis.” The hypnotic smell of his sex struck all of her senses.

“Ha ha, funny.” She’d get a strap-on if he got into role play, but something told her he wouldn’t.
Be strong, Taddy. You can do this. You can tell him you don’t wanna get hurt. You can’t get close to him
.

Warner kissed her on the forehead. “We have about two hours before your press arrives. Let’s order some breakfast and—talk.” He stroked her chin, letting her know it was okay to open up.

“Blah! Talking is overrated,” she said and pulled the sheets back, giving Warner’s nakedness a once-over. Still muscular. Still gorgeous.
Yum.
She lowered her face down to his crotch.

“No way, Brill.”

But his stiff dick said, “Go for it, Red.”

Stroking his shaft, she admired his cock as it rose to the sunrise. Her fingers spread wide as she gripped his girth and ignored his words. She licked his penis’s fine slit while eyeing his sweet face.

With a sharp inhale and a bite to his lower lip, he fought the urge to fuck her. She could tell. His mind wanted to talk. His body wanted to screw. He issued her a pouty, frustrated face. “Do you always slap men across the face?”

“Not always.” Taddy winked at him jokingly, but he was serious. She wasn’t up for a heart-to-heart. Taddy laced her tongue over his mushroom head and jacked him.

He throbbed in her hands. Warner stretched his arms out. His developed biceps popped. “You’re going to talk to me before we’re through here. I wanna know why you think it’s okay to hit me. I mean it.”

“I mean it.” She mocked him, shaking her head to say, no way, no how. Now his cock was in her mouth. The thickness stretched her lips.
This is all I need
. Her mouth circled his beautiful dick. She raked her nails up and down his veiny shaft.

“Red, you want forgiveness?”

“Yes please.”

He jolted, stiffening his legs and holding her hair back from her face. “You’re beautiful.” Warner massaged her back.

Taddy took him entirely. His pubes brushed against her nose. Her tongue edged to his scrotum. She sucked harder, tasting him. Salty.

“So good.” Looking behind her, she pumped him in her hand. His pre-cum spun like silk.

“Fuck, Red.” He swung her legs over his chest, putting her body on top of him and into a sixty-nine position. “I’m hungry for you too, baby.” His hands spread her tush apart. Warner’s tongue came at her notch as retribution for the behavior she’d given him last night. His lips and morning scruff danced around her sensitive skin, sending a chill over her entire body.

“Eat me out, Warner. Rock my world with your tongue.” She squeezed her nipples, forgetting their sensitivity.
Shit
.

“Red, I wanna punish you, but I can’t.” He drove his fingers deep inside her asshole, stretching it out while he nipped at her hard nub.

“I want you to.” She held on to his balls with her right hand, driving him farther down her throat.
Please don’t fall in love with me. I screw everything up. I always have. I always will
. She turned to face him.

“You wanna be on top?” He reached for a condom from the nightstand, tore the foil packet open and slid the rubber over his shaft.

“Please.”

“Giddy up, cowgirl.” He held out his hands and gave her balance as she faced him.

She brought herself onto him. “Now we’re talking.” Her sex was sore from last night so she put her feet down flat at his side, squatting, and rode him gently. Warner felt good inside her. Leaning back, she took to his cock better than she had yesterday.
I love having you inside me
. Bucking, Taddy rode him harder than she’d expected.

“Shit, Red, amazing.” He held on to her waist, guiding her but letting her do her thing.

Pressing her palms against his chest as he went in deeper, she felt him swell inside her. “I could get used to this.” Taddy paused, covering her mouth the second the “future words” slipped through her lips. Her fears felt stronger than ever.
What is wrong with me?

Warner yanked her hand down from blocking her mouth. “I want you to talk like that.” He pulled her closer. “Say it again.”

Her voice caught in her throat. Her heart pounded in her ears. “I can’t.”

He thrust under her, causing her to bounce forward, and caught her face in his hands. Warner kissed her then demanded, “Say it.”

“Ummm.” She paused, still uncertain. Taddy looked deep into his eyes for encouragement.

“For me.”

“I could get used to you, to us.” Taddy felt her eyebrows arch up.
Who talks this way?

His face colored fiercely. “Woo-hooo. I’m excited.” He plunged his dick hard under her, sending a chill, followed by a fast prickle of her skin all over.

“Ouch—Warner.” Tempted to slap him, she raised her hand but stopped herself.

Shaking his head, he declared, “Punishment time.” Warner rocked up inside her, faster. Grabbing her hands, he pulled them behind her back. He lifted his ass off the mattress, burying himself inside her as far as he could. “Look at me, Taddy.”

She rode him. He restrained her hands at her backside. As her breasts bounced in cadence, Taddy felt somewhat liberated. Yet her mind resisted.
I have to let my guard down. I have to go with this.

Smiling, she started to enjoy the hold he possessed over her. Her scalp tingled, more sensitive than ever, her cunt fired up for him. “I’m coming.”

“Yeah, Red.”

“Big Daddy.” She kept her eyes open, remembering his orders from before. Letting her body fall into his, she came all over his dick. “That…was amazing.”

“We’re not done yet. My turn.” Warner sat up, releasing her from cowgirl ecstasy and moving into missionary, your-fuck-it-stick-is-too-large-for-my-twat position.

“Control freak.” She wanted to spank him.

“I am not. I want to look into your green eyes when I come.” He thrust in.

“Can I slap your tush?” she asked, flattered he knew what color her eyes were.

“You can spank my ass. You can even strike my dick. But don’t ever hit my face.” He kissed her and drove in faster.

“Shit—Warner.” Her muscles loosened and then contracted again.
Shit, shit, shit
.

“When you’re on top, staring off into space, I’ve lost you.” Warner pumped harder and harder.

“You’re intense.” She raked her nails over his chest. “You know it?” She put her hands over his shoulders, anticipating his jackhammer ride.

“And you aren’t?” Lifting her body off the bed, he thrust so far up her cunt she nearly saw stars.

She screamed. Her slit leaked more and more. “You are driving me crazy.”

He kept pumping. “I’m going to come.” He pulled out. “Where do you want it?”

“Where do you think?” She ripped his condom off and received him in her mouth. His cum felt hot as it surged down her throat. It tasted sweeter than last night. Rest must’ve given him time to refuel.

From the bed’s edge, he stood and lifted her over his shoulder.

“Warner!” Her face smacked his backside. She pushed her hands against his muscles so she wouldn’t hit her mouth.

“Shut it.” He tightened his grip around her ankles. “My girl needs a bath before her press conference.”

In the shower, the steam came up, comforting her skin.

Lowering her to the floor, he insisted, “Let me wash you.”

Feeling better, she stepped in next to him and closed the glass door behind her. Taddy wrapped her hands around him, and hugged him tight. “I’m sorry for smacking you.” She leaned in and pressed her lips onto his.

He took her into his arms and kissed her back, loving her with his tongue. He reached over and grabbed the shampoo, lathering a coconut smell in his hands. “Why did you behave so aggressively last night?”

“Scared, I guess. I’m not used to this.” She was relieved the shower sprayed her face. It disguised her tears.

“Get used to it.” He palmed the shampoo into his own hair, washed and then rinsed. He held her under the water to rinse.

“You make us sound—easy.” She lifted her hands up. He washed over her responsive breasts. Then he slid the cotton cloth between her vagina and asshole.

“Don’t make us hard, Taddy.” He squatted down, scrubbing her legs as she lifted each foot, holding on to his shoulders for balance.

Taddy tried to smile. “I’ll do my best, I promise.” She’d give one hundred percent. She wanted, needed and perhaps finally deserved someone like Warner.

“We’re going to continue this talk after the conference.”

She left his room to go upstairs to change. From the look on Warner’s face, he thought she might not come back.

A part of her agreed with his fears. She didn’t want to be vulnerable.

Chapter Sixteen

A 1910 Hourglass Figure

Warner thought Taddy’s idea for
Hôtel du France
, which was located on
Promenade de la Croisette
, to be genius. Taddy was more familiar with the property than his shareholders. Erected as a three-hundred-fifty-room luxury resort,
Hôtel du France
had opened in 1910. It was inspired by a famous French courtesan named Madame Diana la Chatte.
Hôtel du France
’s building structure, if looked at from an aerial shot, resembled la Chatte’s hourglass figure. Originally, the yards had been landscaped with lush gardens, which the previous owners had destroyed in the 1970s. Today it was just grass.

A
Côte d’Azur
woman, la Chatte had risen to fame dancing burlesque at The Follies. Taddy’s strategy was to declare the property a historic landmark—she’d filed the paperwork yesterday—and to have the lawns restored back to what they’d look like when it opened.

Taddy had presented him with the idea to come up with Cannes’ first all-inclusive adults-only retreat for lovers. Adult guests reserved for this season would receive a VIP invite to stay at a discounted rate the following year. The guests booked with families this season would remain on the hotel’s lower floors while couples only stayed in sensual-themed suites at the top. It would be a modern-day Club Med for the French Riviera with first-class service as the property would play up the Madame Diana la Chatte history. Future plans for the property included new uniforms created by Lex Easton from Easton Essentials and press trips for editors from overseas to bring their lovers. Baden Cosmetics had agreed to brand a new line of spa and body products under the
Hôtel du France
name. Brill, Inc. was projecting the property’s largest moneymaker to be the adult-themed, all-inclusive wedding package with featured honeymoon incentives.