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  I hit the button to open the garage door and drive into the well-lit underground parking area. The smell of gas and fumes lingers in the air as I wait for the elevator to arrive. When it does Derek greets me and waves his hand for me to enter.

  “You’re home a bit early today, Alec,” he says, making small talk like we always do.

  “I have some things to take care of at home,” I tell him, and he grins at me like he knows exactly what I’m up to.

  “Miss Williams has already arrived,” he informs me.

  I scrub my face to hide my smile. “Yes, we have some business to take care of.” Derek puts his hands behind his back and whistles softly as we make our way to the penthouse. “How’s Peggy?” I ask. Last time we talked about his wife, she was in the hospital with complications from pneumonia. At the time, it was easy to tell Derek was distressed, and worried about the hospital bills.

  He gives me a toothy smile. “She’s doing well. She’s back to work, and feeling herself again.”

  “Glad to hear that.”

  “We sure would like to thank whoever took care of our medical expenses.”

  I nod. “I’m sure if they wanted a thank-you, they would have given you their name.”

  “You’re probably right about that. Best I let it go.”

  “For the best, I think.”

  When the elevator stops at my penthouse, I practically leap off.

  Derek chuckles slightly. “I don’t remember ever seeing you this happy,” he says, and that’s when it occurs to me that I am happy, and haven’t been this happy since...high school. “You have a wonderful day,” he adds before the doors ping shut.

  “You, too,” I say, and pull my key from my pocket. I open the door quietly, not wanting to startle Megan but wanting to surprise her just the same.

  I drop my laptop bag and kick off my shoes. From my bedroom, she’s humming something and I pad quietly down the hall, following the sound as it wraps around my dick and strokes hard. I stop at the doorway and damn near swallow my tongue when I find Megan bent over my bed, arranging clothes for me to wear. From my viewpoint, I take in the soft swell of her ass in her sexy black-and-white-striped dress, which rides up her creamy thighs as she moves my clothes around.

  I clear my throat and she spins around, her hand going to her chest. Eyes wide, she stares at me. “Alec, you scared me half to death.”

  “Sorry,” I say, as my gaze races over her, my dick thickening even more.

  “What...what are you doing here?”

  “I live here, remember.”

  She plants a hand on her hip, and glares at me. Damned if that doesn’t turn me on even more. “I told you I was going to take care of your clothes.”

  “There’s something else that needs taking care of,” I say, and she gives me a quizzical look.

  “Oh, what might that be?” she asks, but the blush crawling up her neck lets me know she gets it.

  “You, Megs. You need to be taken care of.” Christ, all I can think about is laying her on that bed and giving her a dozen orgasms.

  “Me? What do I need taken care of?” she asks, her chest rising and falling a bit faster.

  “I secured your venue. Skylark is booked for the party,” I say, and my heart crashes against my chest when her eyes go wide and a huge smile splits her lips. Catching me by surprise, she rushes across the room and throws her arms around me. I pick her up and her legs go around my back. Fuck, yeah.

  “Alec, this means the world to me. My aunt and uncle will be so happy.” She hugs me tight and her breath is warm on my neck. “I have no idea how to thank you.”

  “I do,” I say, my voice a little deeper. Her head slowly inches back. Our eyes meet and her expression is filled with equal amounts of curiosity and desire.

  “Do you now?” she asks, her lips quirked, and I love that she’s playing along. “Care to explain?”

  “It involves hot water, and soap.” I shift my hands under her ass to hold her, walk to my bathroom and set her on the counter. Her arms fall to her sides as I step back, and let my gaze race over her beautiful face and body. God, she’s so perfect.

  I shrug out of my suit jacket and loosen my tie. “I need to wash up and get ready for my date. I haven’t showered with a good girl yet, and I believe I’m going to need your assistance.”

  “Oh, well.” Her legs widen on the counter, and her dress rides farther up her thighs. Fuck, she is so sexy. “Yes, we did agree that I would help you practice impressing nice girls.” She gives a sigh. “The things I do for you, Alec.”

  I remove my tie and unbutton my shirt. Her eyes drop, take in my near nakedness. Christ, I love the way she looks at me. “I think it might be beneficial to us both.” I remove my shirt and tug open my pants. Her fingers go to the small buttons lining her dress, and man, do I ever want to rip it off her. She toys with the top button, but doesn’t open it, and I can’t help but think her thoughts mirror mine.

  “Yes, that’s right. You get to become CFO, and I get all the perks that come with planning your wedding.”

  I kick off my pants and socks then remove my boxers. Her breathing changes when I take my hard dick into my hand and start stroking. “Well, yes, there’s that,” I say, and step up to her. I slide my hand up her thighs, and push her panties to the side. “But maybe a few other perks, too.”

  “Such as,” she asks breathlessly, her hips moving, squirming, as her hot core beckons my touch.

  I slide a finger into her. “An orgasm or two.”

  “Alec,” she gasps, her hands going to my shoulders as I fuck her soaking wet sex with my finger. I love finding her like this, love how aroused she gets for me. Her eyes slip shut and her lips part as she tosses her head from side to side, her hair a tumbling mess over her shoulders. With my finger moving in and out of her, I slide my tongue over her bottom lip, then lean in for a taste. She kisses me back, her soft sexy moans of excitement curling around my cock.

  She reaches down, takes my thickness in her hands and I let loose a loud growl. “This is very impressive,” she says, and as she strokes me, her pussy grows wetter. I chuckle and slide another finger in, wanting to bring her to orgasm so I can taste her. I press my palm against her clit, and stimulate it as I finger fuck her and her hands grip my dick tighter. Her pussy starts rippling and I pull out of her. Her hands fall from my cock, and she braces them behind her and lifts herself slightly as I slide her panties down. I toss them away, grip her legs and widen them even more. Desperate to taste her, make her come all over my tongue, I bury my face between her legs. I lick her, put my tongue inside her and circle her clit with my thumb.

  “Alec,” she cries out, and a second later her hot juice spills from her beautiful pussy. I growl and lap at her, drink her in, not wanting to miss a damn drop.

  “You taste so good, Megs,” I say as she continues to ripple and ride out the pleasure. Her hips move, buck against my face, and when her body stops spasming, I stand and wipe my wet mouth with the back of my hand. Her eyes are glazed, and her chest rises and falls.

  Fucking sexy.

  As she sits there, struggling to catch her breath, I turn on the shower, and come back to lift her from the counter. Her body slides down mine, the tiny buttons on her dress scraping my flesh.

  “Are you fond of this dress?” I ask.

  “I have another just like it,” she says, her eyes dimming with desire.

  “Good.” In one quick tug, I rip it open and the buttons fall to the floor and scatter. She gasps and I tear it from her body and let it fall to her feet in a rumpled heap. “But I’ll still replace it.”

  “You don’t have to do that.”

  “Want to,” I say.

  I reach behind her and unhook her bra, freeing her beautiful breasts. “I haven’t spent enough time here.” I brush my thumb over her hard nipple, and bend to take it into my mo
uth. I lick softly, and squeeze her breasts together so I can taste both at the same time. “I’m going to fuck you here,” I say, and she whimpers in response. “I’m going to fuck you everywhere.”

  “I don’t see as we have a choice,” she says playfully. “We have to cover everything so you’re ready for your dates.”

  “Exactly,” I say and back up, stepping into the stream and bringing her in with me. The warm, needlelike spray falls over us and I grab the bar of soap. I lather my hands and run them all over her body, and she moans as I touch her. I remove the nozzle, rinse her off and spend a few extra minutes with the spray between her legs. She’s a quivering mess when I replace the nozzle and she reaches for the soap, washing me in turn. My dick is a steel rod by the time she takes it into her hands. Bubbles form as she soaps me, and I move my hips, power into her hand, but I don’t want to come, not yet. There are so many things I need to do to her first. I grab the nozzle again and rinse my body, but before I can turn the spray off, she drops to her knees and takes my dick into her mouth.

  “Fuck, Megs,” I say as she takes me to the back of her throat and chokes a little. I push her wet hair from her shoulder, revel at the way she sucks me deep. One hand goes to my balls, and she gently massages. She works her mouth over me, taking me closer and closer to the edge. I need her to stop as much as I need her to continue. I fuck her mouth a few more times, and then pull back. She moans at the loss.

  “I want you to come in my mouth,” she says.

  “Me, too. Come on.”

  I grab a towel and wipe her down, then quickly dry myself. Reaching for her hand, I take her back into the bedroom.

  She sits on the edge of the mattress, and widens her legs to show me all her pretty pink wetness. I remove the clothes she laid out, and nearly bite off my tongue as she showcases her body.

  I step up to her, push my thumb into her mouth and she sucks me so hard, I nearly shoot off. “You want my cum?” I ask, and she nods. “You want me to fuck this pretty mouth and shoot my cum down your throat?” She nods and squirms on the bed. “Is that what nice girls want?” I ask pulling my thumb out so she can answer.

  “It’s exactly what nice girls want,” she says.

  “Get on the bed, and squeeze those gorgeous tits together. I want to fuck them,” I say, and she visibly quivers. She goes down on her hands and knees, pointing her sweet ass my way as she crawls to the middle of the mattress. I growl. “Megs,” I say.

  She looks at me over her shoulder. “Yes,” she asks innocently.

  I take my dick in my hand and stroke. “You shake your ass at me like that and it makes me think you want it fucked.”

  She drags her teeth across her bottom lip. “Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t,” she says, and I shake my head. This woman is going to be the death of me.

  Pre-cum pools on my crown and I rub it around to lubricate my cock as she sprawls out, offering herself up to me completely. I climb over her and she squeezes her beautiful breasts together just like I asked. I place another pillow under her head and angle it, so her mouth can take my dick.

  “Perfect,” I say, and straddle her body. I slide my cock between her tits, and she opens her mouth when my crown presses against her lips with each forward thrust. I rock into her, and she swirls her tongue over me. “Yeah, just like that, baby,” I say. “Show me how much you want my cum.”

  She quivers at my words, and I love the dirty side of this sweet girl. In fact, I love everything about her. But I can’t think about that, not when her tits are squeezing me so tight, and her mouth is doing crazy things to my dick. I thrust into her harder, faster, chasing an orgasm as she moans around my crown, the vibrations going right through me.

  “Yes,” she cries out between each thrust.

  “You’ve got me right there, baby,” I growl, every muscle in my body tightening, as my orgasm mounts. “You ready to taste me?” She nods and I reach down, slide my hand around the back of her neck and fill her mouth with my hot cum. She swallows and drinks me in, but I come so much she can’t take it all. It spills from her lips and when I finally drain myself and pull out, she licks her mouth, cleaning every last drop.

  I can barely catch my breath as I watch her. When she licks the last of my release, I turn her around and put a pillow beneath her hips, to lift her ass. “I plan to fuck you here,” I say, and slide my finger between her sweet cheeks. I circle her tight opening, probe slightly. “It won’t be tonight. It will take time to prepare you properly.” She moves against my finger, and writhes on the bed and even though I just came, my cock grows hard again. I can’t get enough of this woman. I slide a finger into her hot core, and she cries out my name. “Do you need my fat cock in here?” I ask.

  “Yes, please,” she says, and I chuckle.

  “My dick is hard for you again,” I say. “And this is exactly where it wants to be.”

  She wiggles her ass and I push my finger in as I position my cock at her dripping opening. In one hard thrust I drive home and she lets loose a cry.

  “Alec, yes,” she says, and reaches up to grip the headboard to hang on for the ride. I pull out and drive back in again. I slide my hand between the pillow and her body to stroke her clit.

  “You like that, baby? You like my cock in here?”

  “I do,” she cries out, and I work my finger in her ass, stretching her, letting her get used to the new sensations.

  “And my finger. You like my finger in this sweet virgin ass of yours?” Her reply is muffled as she buries her face in her pillow and comes all over my cock. Her muscles ripple around me, and I can’t even believe I’m coming again. I spurt into her, and after filling her beautiful body, I fall over her back.

  I push her hair to the side, and press kisses to her shoulder. She goes still beneath me, sated and spent, judging by the soft sounds of contentment crawling out of her throat. Not wanting to crush her, I roll over and pull her with me. She snuggles into me, and her hair tickles my face. I take deep breaths and let them out slowly as my heart rate settles to normal.

  She lifts her face to mine, her gaze roaming over me, her smile, soft and seductive. “You keep looking at me like that, and we’ll never get out of this bed,” I say.

  She chuckles slightly. “How exactly am I looking at you?”

  I coil a strand of hair around my finger and give it a tug. “You know exactly how you’re looking at me.”

  “Sex has never been this good,” she admits.

  “Impressed?” I ask, to stop myself from telling her it’s the best sex I’ve ever had, too.

  She laughs. “Very.” But then all humor disappears from her face. “It’s getting late, and I need to get you up to speed on Karla before your date.”

  I nod, but what I really want to do is crawl under the covers and spend the night with her. Except I can’t do that. I’m not the guy for her and we both know it. Right? Wait, am I seriously thinking I am the guy for her? That I might have staying power?

  Just then my cell rings...and rings and rings.

  “You should probably get that,” she says.

  I go in search of my phone, and find it in my pants on the bathroom floor. I slide my finger across the screen. “Hey, Mom.”

  “Is it true?” she asks.

  I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Is what true?”

  “You hired Megan Williams to find you a wife?”

  “Technically Granddad hired her.”

  A beat of silence then, “Alec...”

  I can hear the worry in her voice, the fear...maybe even a hint of disappointment. She always liked Megan and was the one who warned me to distance myself from her all those years ago. Honestly for as long as I can remember, my mother criticized the Carson men, and constantly reminded me that I’d grow up to be no better, and would only end up breaking a woman’s heart. It wasn’t easy to hear I was cursed when I was just a boy, when I did
n’t really understand the history of my family. The older I got, the more I struggled with it, and I swallowed it down until I met Megan. I was so goddamn scared of hurting her, I had no choice but to walk away, even though it was, by far, the hardest thing I ever had to do.

  “Mom...”

  “Alec, do you still have feelings for Megan?”

  “I need to get married and she’s helping me.”

  “You didn’t answer the question.”

  “She’s a nice girl and—”

  “And you’ll just end up breaking her heart.” I swallow. Hard. “Have you talked to your father lately?”

  “No, why?”

  She snorts. “He’s got a new young thing on his arm.”

  “I didn’t know.”

  “How could you at the rate he goes through them. The Carson men just can’t commit, Alec. I’m sure you don’t need me to bring up Will and the splash done on him in Starlight.”

  “No. I remember it well.”

  “Thank God, Naomie found out and left him before she became other casualty.” She makes a tsking sound. “How embarrassing for him, and the entire Carson family.” She goes quiet for a second. “Alec, honey,” she says, softening her voice. “You know I love you. I’m just trying to save you from falling into your father’s footsteps. I want you to be better than that, and I don’t want to see your private affairs made public.”

  I cringe. She has about as much faith in my ability to remain monogamous as the rest of the Carson family. “I’m looking for a wife in name only,” I tell her.

  “I see.”

  “I know what I’m doing,” I tell her, even though I’m pretty sure I don’t. “I have to go. I’ll talk to you later.” We say our goodbyes and I end the call. I make my way back to Megan, who is looking at me with concern.

  “Everything okay?”

  “Yeah, you were going to tell me about Karla. Karla the librarian, who wants to go out for sushi on a Tuesday night. Although I shouldn’t complain. The sooner I find someone, the better, right?”