Determined: To Love: (Part 2 of the Determined Trilogy)
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Authors: Elizabeth Brown
Determined: To Love
Elizabeth Brown
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2014 Elizabeth Brown
All Rights Reserved.
Edited by Chelsea Kuhel (www.madisonseidler.com)
The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for adult readers.
Table of Contents
January. Never been a fan. Until now.
I awoke slowly, the buzz of my phone alerting me to the fact that I should, really, be getting up now. I reached out and tapped the screen with one hand, buying another few minutes of laziness. I could barely move the rest of my body, because it was tangled up with another. I was sharing a bed with David Keith, a stunning man whom I had come to know as my boyfriend. A man who happened to be one of the wealthiest and most powerful men in America, if not the world. A man with whom I was hopelessly and desperately in love with.
I sunk back into him, and let his warmth envelop me. He pulled me closer and nuzzled into my neck.
“Hey, girlfriend.”
“Hey, boyfriend.” I smiled and twisted around in place to face him. “How did you sleep?”
“Mmm. Good, baby.” He gripped me tighter with his powerful arms. Normally an all-consuming workaholic, David had recently revealed to me that he only had started to sleep through the night since we’d been seeing each other. Well, that is, when we slept. Half the time we were up late, enjoying the perks of an adult relationship.
“It’s time to get up,” I said reluctantly. I didn’t want to get up, either. I just wanted to lie in bed with him all day. Today was my first day back at work since the New Year, and I had become accustomed to waking up late. I glanced up at him, his face still sleepy and relaxed, and ran my hand along his back. He smiled and opened one of his eyes, looking over at me.
“You are a cruel woman, Ms. Sharp.”
“Not all of us have the pleasure of being the boss, Mr. Keith,” I teased him.
David was President and C.E.O. of Keith Ventures, a massive venture capital company. He had started it while still in college, and in less than eight years, had transformed it into one of the largest and most powerful firms in the world. KV specialized in the technology and bio-technology fields, and while there were branches all over the world, the home office was here, in San Francisco.
“But if we stay in bed, you can be pleasured
by
the boss.” He smirked at his wry joke. “You know, you don’t need to work, Samantha. I could take care of you. You could be my kept woman.”
I pushed back off of him and gave him a long, hard look. His mouth curled up at the edges. I knew he was joking, but still I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Whoa, calm down, I’m just kidding, baby.”
“I know, I know. I just want to make sure you don’t forget. You know I wouldn’t be happy doing nothing all day.”
Yes, I was dating a billionaire. And yes, if I wanted to, I could spend my days jumping from spin class to the spa and back again. But that life held no interest for me. For as long as I could remember, I’d been determined to make something of myself. I had worked hard in school, and graduated in the top of my class at U.C. Berkeley. I’d always been stubborn and independent, and was adamantly opposed to relying on anyone. Even a sexy-as-hell billionaire.
“You wouldn’t be doing nothing. You’d be doing me.” He grinned lazily at me.
I frowned at him in mock-anger.
“Hey, hey, I’m just kidding. I know you aren’t content to just sit around, baby. I love that about you.” He pulled me back into him, and I granted him a kiss. “Besides, I know you are just using me for my body.” He grinned down at me.
“Can’t blame me for that.” I replied, wrapping my legs around him. He rolled over, hovering above me. It was early, and he was just waking up, but the primitive part of his body was already awake and ready to go. I felt his length push against my belly. A familiar pull started deep inside me. My body hungered for this beautiful man. I had become accustomed to sex at least twice a day, and was in a heightened state of arousal any time he was nearby.
“Ah, so now you have time, Ms. Sharp? I thought you had to get up and go to work?” His naked cock teased me against my panties. My hips flexed automatically, angling for the glorious pressure.
“I’ll skip breakfast,” I murmured, pulling him in closer.
“You are insatiable, Samantha,” he murmured as he pulled me in and kissed my neck.
His touch sent pulses of electricity through my body, priming me for him. We’d been together for more than a month and there was no sign of our lust slowing down. I was still completely captivated by him. I grabbed his ass with one hand, pulling him in, begging for his cock.
“Not so fast, baby. I want to make sure you are ready.”
“I’m ready,” I groaned impatiently. What was he waiting for? He pushed my silk camisole up and found my breasts. My chest heaved as I pushed them into his hands. He fondled them hungrily. Then he slid his hand down my hips and circled my ass, caressing it gently. I moaned, the wait killing me.
Finally, he dipped one hand to my sex. Gliding one finger into my cunt, he purred approvingly at the wetness. I pushed him deeper into me.
“You have a greedy little cunt, don’t you Samantha?” he chided me, delaying the inevitable. It was tortuous.
“Only for you.”
He stroked me, slowly, brushing my clit gently with his thumb. I couldn’t take it anymore. His finger on the edge of my sex was too much. My hips pushed against the pressure.
“Fuck me,” I gasped.
“What’s that?” I knew his joke. He had made it before. He wanted me to beg for it. He angled himself over me.
“Fuck me, please.” I moaned.
“Like this?” He said, as he teased the opening to my sex with the head of his cock.
“Yes!”
“Ah, that’s a good girl.” And with that, he plunged his thick length into me, filling me to my limit.
I took a sharp breath as he paused there a moment, looking down at me as I stretched to accommodate him. We’d made love countless times, but my body had never become fully accustomed to his size.
“God, Samantha, you have such a tight cunt.” He murmured as he kissed my neck. “It makes me so hard.”
Slowly, he started to grind his hips into me. He grunted softly with pleasure as he took me again and again, his primal reflexes taking over. I looked up at him, this gorgeous man. A master of the business world, a controlled professional, yet with me he let it all go. He went from poised and refined to dark and animalistic. It was a major turn on to have him so completely entranced and enthralled by me.
He moved with a steadily increasing rhythm and held my hands in place over my head, so that I had to give myself over to him completely. I wasn’t a virgin when I had started seeing David, but he had opened me up to a whole new world, sexually. I had never placed sex high on my list of priorities, but now I craved it, like an addict. If I didn’t get my fix, I would get cranky and irritable. I thought about it from the moment I woke up each day, until he fucked me to sleep at night. He had amazing stamina, and I was still learning to keep up.
I started to feel something deep inside building. With each thrust he went farther, hitting that sensitive spot inside me over and over. I started to come, hard, my sex wrapping around his throbbing cock, jerking and pulsing until he started to come. Hot liquid shot into me in short strong bursts as his hips slammed against me. We moaned in pleasure, together, ravaged in carnal delight. And then we collapsed in on each other, a worn out pile of sweaty flesh, panting as we caught our breath.
We laid there for several minutes, unaware of what time it was. All that mattered was that we were together. I had met this man less than two months ago, but already he dominated my life. He needed me just as much as I needed him. This amazing man, so strong, confident and commanding, had secrets that made my heart break. Secrets he only shared with those closest to him. His life had over-served him sadness and loss, and I wanted to spend every moment I could bringing pleasure and love his way.
Eventually, my phone vibrated again, stirring us from our orgasm-induced haze.
“Ok, I really have to get up now. I have to be out the door in fifteen minutes,” I said stretching my arms and looking over at David.
“What if someone bought all the art in the gallery today? Would you still have to go in?” He smirked at me, his eyes dark and full of a devilish delight.
I climbed on top of him, pinning his wrists down on the bed. “First of all, for your information, yes, I would. There is a lot to do at a gallery besides sell rich people art. And secondly, don’t you dare. The last thing I need is more teasing from Curtis.”
Curtis, as in Curtis Kinsler, the owner of the gallery where I worked. Our working relationship was casual and easy; in fact, sometimes a little too casual. I knew I’d never hear the end of it from him if David bought out our latest show. Lord knew I already had had an earful from him about various other
gestures
from David.
“Okay, okay. Message received. Go jump in the shower. I’ll make you a smoothie to take for breakfast.” He pushed free of my arms easily, my body weight obviously no match for his strength, and scooted me out of bed.
Once inside the marble and glass bathroom, I showered in record time, opting to not wash my hair and instead pulled my wavy brown locks into high topknot. I brushed my teeth and slipped on some lip gloss and mascara before darting over to the closet for an outfit. After we first met, David set up several drawers full of clothing for me at his place, which was more than enough. But a couple weeks ago, after we came back from spending Christmas in Lake Tahoe with my family, he brought me into the bedroom. I was blind-folded, and he claimed he had a special surprise. At the time, I thought he was trying a kinky new sex thing, so you can imagine my surprise when he pulled off the blindfold and we were inside a new room. It was a beautiful walk-in closet, full of gorgeous, expensive clothes that were just my style. That is, if my style had a killer stylist.
I took a black and white dress off a hanger and pulled it over my head. I always believed dresses were the easiest thing to wear when you were in a rush—no mixing or matching prints or colors. I popped on the diamond stud earrings that David had given me for Christmas, and slipped on some killer yellow heels—a shot of sunshine for the gray January day. I glanced in the full-length mirror.
That’ll do,
I thought with a smile.
Out in the kitchen, David was seated in the breakfast nook, and Hilde, the housekeeper, was chopping vegetables.
“Good morning, Hilde.”
“Good morning, Miss Sharp,” she said with a sweet smile and a thick German accent. Hilde was petite with short gray hair, strong arms, and a no-nonsense way about her. She put her knife down and quietly slipped out the kitchen door. She always knew when to give us privacy.
“Hey, baby.” David stood up as I approached. “You look amazing. I like those shoes.” He pulled me in and kissed me on the side of my mouth, being careful to not disturb my lip-gloss. Then his voice dipped low, “Wear them later for me.”
I smiled at him. I loved how even a few months into our relationship, we were still so into each other. “Gotta run.” I said, coyly.
“Here. Take this with you.” He handed me a clear-lidded cup with a straw that contained some sort of greenish brown liquid.
I raised an eyebrow at him.
“Spirulina, wheatgrass, apple, and beet.” He explained, “Trust me, it’s better than it sounds.”
“It can’t sound much worse.” I teased him gently, staring at the liquid.
One of the unresolved tensions in our relationship was in regard to food. More specifically, David favors the earth-crunchy, hippy-dippy kale-with-everything side of the aisle, whereas I like normal food. Like pizza. Lasagna. But, more often than not, we compromise. So here I was, offering to drink a smoothie made from lawn clippings in hopes that he might be willing to barter the dinner hour. Life was all about balance, right?
“I love you, baby. You better get going. Elliot is downstairs with the car for you.” He swatted my ass to get me moving.
I glanced at my phone. He was right, I needed to leave. I grabbed my purse as David walked with me toward the elevator. Smoothie in hand, I smiled at him as the elevator doors closed between us.
“Love you, too. And it’s burgers tonight.”
