Romance: Love Dies Hard 2 (Billionaire Romance Series) (Hard to Love)

LOVE Dies HARD 2

Hard to Love

Billionaire Romance Series

By

C.C. CARTWRIGHT

Copyright

This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Copyright © 2015 by C.C. Cartwright

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LOVE Dies HARD 1

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The Way You Look Tonight – Maroon 5

Happy - Surface

Sex On Fire – Kings of Leon

If it’s not forever

If it’s for just tonight

It’s still the greatest

The greatest

The soft lips are open

Them knuckles are pale

Feels like you’re dying

Hot as a fever

I could taste it

And you

Your sex is on fire

Chapter 1

Marcus

Why do I feel like my heart’s been cut out? I can’t believe, just like that, she decides to go out with HIM. I thought we had a good thing going. Here we’ve been going at it like rabbit’s every other night of the week and she has the nerve to go out with some other guy. Unbelievable. I’m telling you again, Karma is biting me in the ass. The first girl I’ve actually cared about in a long, long time and she has a heart of stone. Ha, I should laugh, I’ve been accused of the same. Well, the last laugh is on you Marcus, you’ve been a fool. I need to move on and go back to the way I used to be before Sophie got under my skin. Women were just a good time. It has served me well over the years.

Why did Sophie have to go and blow it? I should call a girl from my little black book app in my phone to warm my bed tonight. Drown my sorrows deep inside some other woman. I can think of a few who could deliver a night of passionate and pleasurable empty sex, but somehow it doesn’t sound very appealing.

*****

It’s Sunday afternoon and there’s a knock at my door, who the hell could that be? I’m not expecting a soul and really just want to be left alone today to wallow in my own self-pity. I look through my peephole.

Shit, it’s Sophie. Should I open this door to more pain? She won’t even know I’m home, I’m not answering it. I walk back into the kitchen to pour myself another cup of coffee when I hear my cell phone chime alerting me to a text.

Sophie: Are you home? I’m standing at your front door. Please let me in.

Damn her for showing up here. She already made her choice, why is she here?

Sophie: Please, I know your home.

Begging is she? She’s so exasperating. I slowly stroll back to the front door, contemplating letting her in. What the hell, I’m a glutton for punishment. I open my front door to the temptation of her standing there with her trench coat open down the front and she’s trying to entice me with the hot pink lacey lingerie she’s wearing. She gives me a wicked little smile as I pull her in before any of my neighbors see her in this state of undress.

“I want you Marcus,” she says softly, wrapping her arms around my neck and gazing at me seductively.

“Damn you Sophie,” I cuss under my breath pulling her into me by the lapels of her trench coat and my lips crash down onto her ruby red lips. Our tongues dance and I show her how much I want her too as I rub my growing arousal against her hot pink panties and she wraps a leg around me. I pick her up and she curls both legs tightly around my hips and I march us straight to my bedroom. She clings tightly to me and buries her face into my neck, inhaling my scent, then kissing my neck and swirling her tongue into my ear. I have absolutely no will power when it comes to Sophie Shawn and I hate myself for it.

We get to the edge of my bed and I place her down on her feet as she slides her trench coat off, letting it drop to the floor. She looks irresistible in her hot pink bra and panties. I drop down before her and slide her panties down to her ankles and she slowly steps out of them and spreads her legs as I grasp her ass and pull her mound into my mouth and taste her. She entwines her fingers into my hair as I lap at her folds and she lets out a soft moan.

“Oh Marcus,” she murmurs and she pulls away sprawling herself out for me on my bed, showing me that she’s still mine to have my way with. Our eyes follow each other and she watches me pull my shirt over my head, I hear her breath catch. Good to know I still have an effect on her. I strip off my shorts and am now totally naked for her. I crawl onto her delicious body and rest on my elbows over her, and just stare into those beautiful eyes of hers that suck me into her soul.

“I hate myself for not being able to resist you,” I admit, waiting for a response from her.

“I’m sorry Marcus, just make love to me,” she pleads in her sweetly sexy bedroom voice which I hope she saves only for me. Her soft fingertips caress my cheek and I turn to kiss her palm. I’m absolute putty in her hands, what the hell has come over me?

“With pleasure,” I say taking her lips in a tender, but passionate kiss. And just like that, I let her back into my life with no questions asked.

Sophie

I couldn’t stay away from Marcus. I found myself running back to him on Sunday, wanting back in his life and back in his bed. No willpower to stay away, to end it, as much as I know in my heart that I must. Just not yet. I made myself irresistible, wearing just lingerie and it worked its magic on him. He let me back in, this time.

*****

It’s getting late and I’m ready to call it a day. I log out and turn off my computer, straighten up my desk and put my files away. Marcus hasn’t come by and I know he’s working late tonight too. I decide to head down to see him in his huge corner office next to his father’s. I try never to venture into his office because it reminds me of his power here at Hunter Investments, being second in command to his father. When he’s in his office he wears his alpha male game face. As I approach his office I can see him sitting behind his desk, hard at work, in all his powerful, alpha male glory. His brow is furrowed and he is closely scrutinizing some papers on his desk, deep in thought. His necktie is off and slung over the back of his chair. His crisp white dress shirt is unbuttoned at the neck, giving you a peek of his chiseled bare chest and his sleeves are rolled up exposing his toned and tanned forearms. He looks devastatingly sexy as hell in a very masculine way. I immediately think about doing naughty things to him to wipe that all business expression off his face. He glances up as if sensing my eyes on him. When he sees me approach his office door he stands.

“Hello Mr. Hunter,” I say seductively as my eyes scan the entire length of his body, images of him naked pop into my one track mind.

“Won’t you come in Miss Shawn,” he says, confirming that I’m not the only one with dirty thoughts floating through my mind. He pulls me in past the doorway and closes, then locks, his office door. He draws the privacy blinds and I wonder who else he has drawn those blinds for.

“You look stunning in that form fitting purple dress of yours Miss Shawn, it leaves little to the imagination,” he drawls out so sexily that my panties are getting wet from his words alone. He swipes his tongue suggestively across those lips of his that I want on me, on every part of my body.

“Thank you Mr. Hunter,” I reply as my hand reaches out and strokes his rigid manhood through his trousers.

“My aggressive aren’t we?” he taunts.

“I prefer to think of myself as a girl who knows what she I wants.” He pulls me tight against his hard body and his lips crash onto mine in a demanding kiss. His hands reach back and cup my ass through my tight skirt.

“God Sophie, you are so damn sexy in that dress that hugs your tight little body. I’ve wanted to bury myself inside your warmth all day.”

“What’s stopping you?” I say holding his gaze. He crouches down before me and his hands pick up the bottom of my dress and skate upwards, exposing my stocking clad thighs, garter and lace panties. He pulls me towards his lips and lightly bites my panties and tugs them down with his teeth while looking up into my eyes that are watching him. Oh my God, he looks so naughty and my legs almost buckle from beneath me.

“Marcus,” I whisper out huskily, my voice almost unrecognizable with lust. Oh how I always want this man between my legs, I would do anything to please him.

“This is mine,” he growls out, taking a taste of me while I spread my legs for him.

“Sit in your chair, it’s my turn to taste you big boy,” I say guiding him towards his black leather chair. Once he sits down, he spreads his legs so I can get on my knees before him. I slowly unbutton his dress shirt and lightly press my lips against his bare soft smooth skin as I lick my way down his chest to his sinfully sexy abs and then continue licking down his delicious treasure trail. My fingertips glide across his skin until I get down to his belt and his hands caress my face when I look up at him. I love you is on the tip of my tongue wanting to roll off it. His expression is full of lust and do I dare say love? You’re imagining things Sophie, stop dreaming. Marcus doesn’t do love, remember? If anything he just ‘loves’ me when I’m on my knees with his shaft buried deep in my throat. Here I am, just where he wants me. I can’t resist wanting to please him in every way possible. My hand unleashes his rigid manhood from his briefs and I circle his crown with flicks of my tongue. Then I take him in deep.

“Oh my God, yeah babe that’s it,” Marcus murmurs. As I come close to finishing him off he stops me.

“Bend over my desk,” he commands. I stand and do as I’m told, so obedient aren’t I? I feel a draft as Marcus lifts the back of my dress up exposing me, taking me from behind as he slides in deep on the first stroke. His strong hands spread my cheeks apart as he pumps into me in a steady blissful rhythm. I can hear his grunts of desire as he slams into me and I grip the edge of the desk.

“Marcus,” I cry out softly. He abruptly pulls out.

“Now sit your pretty little ass on my desk, I need to be buried back inside  you right now,” he says urgently coaxing me.

“I’ll do whatever you desire Mr. Hunter,” I say turning around to face him as I ease my bare ass onto his rich mahogany wood desk.

“You need to come by my office more often,” he says eyeing me wickedly. I lean back and he props both of my legs up on his shoulders, he guides himself in, sinking into me. Then he hugs both of my legs into his chest and starts pounding into me, the heavenly friction between my legs becomes almost unbearable. I struggle to keep my mewling down because of where we are. My fingers grip the edge of the desk, my knuckles are white, I feel like I’m dying.

“Is this what you came to my office looking for Miss Shawn?”

“Yes, always,” I gasp. I love hearing his ragged breathing, he’s working hard as he pistons in and out of me, our soft moans of pure pleasure fill his office, echoing off its four walls. I gaze up at the ceiling knowing I’m probably not the first, nor will I be the last woman here on his desk succumbing to his sexual desires. I need to remind myself that it’s alright, I want this too. I knew what I was walking into with Marcus. We have no secrets or unrealistic expectations of what this is going on between us.

“This is where you belong, sprawled out on my desk, giving me the best kind of pleasure imaginable,” he growls. I get off hearing his dirty talk, love to hear that I give him pleasure.

“Yes, give it to me harder Marcus,” I say as I struggle to rise up on my elbows so I can see him come apart.

“Is this how you want it? You’re a bad girl,” his eyes bore into mine and the expression on his face is one of pure sexual aggression. You can hear him slapping into me over and over.

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I gasp, bracing myself for my own tidal wave of ecstasy which is approaching fast and furious.

“I’m so close babe,” he grunts breathless from his own impending climax. I feel so exposed and naughty doing this in his office, although I have often fantasized about being taken over his desk. A few more minutes and I feel his warmth shoot into me and I’m clenching around him. He bends over and kisses me, biting my lips.

“You’re my naughty girl, aren’t you?” he breaths out into my ear. He stands up and I push myself up off his desk.

“Yes, I love being your naughty girl. I’ve fantasized about you taking me bent over your desk,” I smile wickedly up at him as I pull down and straighten out my dress.

“Damn Sophie, no one would ever guess that of you. Miss Prim and Proper, all professional, all of the time,” he says tucking me under the chin and skimming his lips over mine.

“Now that I’ve given you the sweetest dessert, are you taking me to dinner?” I ask.