“We’ll be sharing this woman one way or another. I want her. And I know you do too.” His voice drops at the statement and my mind wanders back to the last night we shared someone in the most intense moment we’ve ever had. That was incredible. We’ve done it a few times before and every time it’s been an explosive experience.
“You’ve made my morning. I’ll see you later?” I listen to him chuckling at that. I thought about her last night, while I stroked my dick, imagining her beautiful lips wrapped around the base as I fed her my hard cock. I can’t remember a time I came so hard.
His voice drags me from the memory as he once again jokes. “We may want her to take us both, but ultimately it’s her choice. However, I have a feeling if she does choose, it will be me.”
“Quit dreaming, fu*ker,” I retort, but he knows I’m not serious. Would this girl be the one who finally brings us both to our knees? He’s right, it is her choice, but we’ll make it so irresistible that she can’t say no.
As we say our goodbyes, I hang up and find myself smiling. I felt unsettled last night. The idea of a woman who seemed to claim me as much as I want to claim her is new to me. I’ve never come across this feeling, and I’m sure my mother will tell me it’s fate or some shit. Whatever it is, I want more of it.
* * *
Walking into Ainsworth International, I glance at Elizabeth. Her unfading smile is something I’ve gotten used to over the years and even now, when she glances up, her face beams with a wide grin.
“Hello, love. How are you today?” I quip, earning me a blush. Her smooth, pale skin is bright red as she regards me with those big brown eyes.
“I’m all right. Thank you, Mr. Hamilton.” Her lilt is adorable, and I nod as I pass her desk.
At the lift, I push the button and wait for the doors to open and accept me into their depths. I’m looking forward to meeting this new real estate broker who’s meant to be an expert at what she does.
If she can please me, I’ll beat my best friend into her knickers and I bet Bennett would give me shit for it. I chuckle at the thought of my best friend falling for someone. Stepping into the waiting car, I press the red number twenty. My phone beeping alerts me of a text message and when I glance at it, I find a message from my father wishing me luck.
It must be difficult allowing someone else to take over something you’ve spent your life working on, but I’m his son. He should trust me.
My parents’ relationship hasn’t been smooth sailing and the fact he’s taken her home to Italy is a good sign. As much as they love us, Kat and me, there’s not so much love between the two of them anymore.
But they need time off from the business and the distractions, and I need the quiet. I quickly respond and slip my phone back into the pocket of my trousers.
The doors slide open and I step out, turning right. As my gaze lifts to the desks outside Bennett’s office, I’m halted in my tracks. As if I’ve slammed into a wall. It is her indeed.
My world spins on its axis when I’m met with those eyes.
“Carter.”
My gaze gets dragged to my friend, but my feet don’t move. I can feel her eyes on me. They’re scorching me. Burning into my skin as she takes me in, from head to toe.
“Bennett.” Forcing myself forward, I reach out and shake his hand. My eyes haven’t left the woman sitting at the dark cherry wood desk.
“This is Ella, the newest asset to Ainsworth International, and she’s here to make sure you’re happy with the service. I have given her your account to handle, so anything you need, she’s your girl. Ella, this is Carter Hamilton.”
She pushes up from the desk and I can now fully take her in.
My hungry gaze trails from her long mocha waves, to those gemstone eyes—that hold me hostage for a moment too long—down to the sleeveless silk blouse she’s wearing. The buttons just about close over her cleavage and I have to stifle a groan. Her hourglass figure is exceptional and her hips are hugged by a pair of black pants that have my dick throbbing.
Every inch of her is perfect. From her body to those pretty red heels on her feet, and I know I’m so fu*ked. So incredibly fu*king fu*ked because this woman is going to be my end.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Hamilton.” Her voice is like a smooth whisky and I feel the burn all the way down my throat. I’ll take a shot of her neat any day.
“The pleasure is all mine, Ella.” I offer her a smile and the blush on her cheeks has me biting my tongue to keep from groaning out loud. If I wasn’t hard earlier, I’m fu*king steel right now. Leaning in, I brush my lips over the top of her hand and I don’t miss the sweet tremble that wracks her body. She wants me, and my God, I want her—under me, on top of me, against me. “Bennett, can I talk to you in private before the meeting?” I question but don’t take my eyes off her. “Excuse us for a minute, Ella.” Shoving my best friend into his office, I shut the door.
“What the fu*k was that?” Confusion is spread over his face as he regards me with narrowed eyes.
Pointing to the door, I hiss my response. “She’s… fu*k, Bennett. I want this.”
“We’ll ensure she’s ours,” he tells me easily, confidently.
Inhaling a deep breath, I look at my best friend. His bright green eyes are almost luminous with mischief and I nod.
“I’ve heard from my contact in New York she’s amazing at what she does. As long as you don’t break her heart, because I’d like to keep this one.” He shrugs nonchalantly and walks over to his desk.
“Bennett, I want her.”
He glances up and pins me with a serious glare and I think he’s about to tell me to fu*k off when he shocks the shit out of me. “Well, then go get her.”
Ella
My body was alight with an ache low in my stomach. Both men commanded my attention. They held the air in the room hostage while they appraised me. My blood heated to the point of pain when I laid eyes on him. I’d found words were lost to me. There wasn’t anything I could say to sound intelligent.
When I first saw Carter at the airport, I felt it, but with both of them near me, I’m helpless to the pull they have over me. My fear is gone and I feel almost normal.
So far both men have rendered me speechless. A dumbstruck teenager with a crush on two of the hottest boys in school. Sadly, I never got that far. School was an escape from hell. But each afternoon I returned, it was as if I’d walked into Satan’s home.
Carter’s hungry gaze roved over me, like most men I’ve come across, but the difference was, I wanted his eyes on me. His stare pinned me in place as if he were about to eat me. My God, I’d love for him to eat me.
Shaking the dirty thoughts from my head, I glance at Bennett’s office door. They’ve been in there for ten minutes and my curiosity goads me to knock on the door.
Both men ooze sex like it’s part of their DNA, although they’re both very different, one with sapphire eyes, the color of a gemstone, and the other with eyes the color of leaves in spring.