Romance: Hard To Love 1 (Billionaire Romance Series) (Love Dies Hard)
Hard To Love 1
Love Dies Hard 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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HARD To LOVE 1
HARD To LOVE 2
HARD To LOVE 3
~Playlist~
Happy – Surface
So Amazing – Luther Vandross
Heartbreak Warfare – John Mayer
I’m About to Come Alive - Train
It Was Always You – Maroon 5
Without You Here – Goo Goo Dolls
Chapter 1
Marcus
We’re sitting at the bar in the restaurant downstairs from the offices of Hunter Investments. Sophie and I have put in long hours this week and we need to unwind. I can think of the perfect way to unwind and she’s sitting right next to me looking oh so damn sexy. Her dress slit opens in the front and I think I catch a glimpse of what is that, a garter and stockings? I’m in trouble, she catches me looking.
“Like what you see Marcus?” she says as the words roll off those luscious red lips of hers.
“I do. I do indeed,” I say as my eyes cast down to her breasts straining against the fabric of her low cut dress. She lets out a soft laugh as she takes a sip of her wine.
“Have dinner with me,” I tell her.
“Alright,” she accepts.
“What are you in the mood for?” I ask.
“You,” she replies and I’m not sure I heard her right.
“Excuse me?” I ask.
“You heard me,” she says staring at me, almost teasing me. Damn, I have to loosen my tie.
“Let’s eat first,” I say with a wicked smile.
“Suit yourself, you choose the place,” Sophie says.
“Let’s eat here,” I suggest.
“Sounds good,” she says leaning into me as she slides off her bar stool and spreads her legs to make sure I can see up her skirt, as her silky dress pulls tightly against her breasts. Maybe we should skip dinner.
“Is it hot in here?” I tease as we walk into the restaurant. We order right away not wanting to waste a minute before I can rip her clothes off that tight little body of hers. “Your place or mine?” I ask leaning back in my chair and crossing my legs.
“Where do you live again? I know you’ve told me before but I can’t remember,” she says.
“Manhattan Beach, you’ll have to come over some time,” I answer.
“My place, its closer,” she says sultrily and adds a wink for good measure. She leans forward and lets her long silky black hair drape sexily across her gorgeous face. She has beautiful Eurasian features, I’ve never been with a Eurasian girl, but I’ve heard great things about them. How am I going to manage walking out of here with a hard on? After we finish having dinner, I settle the bill. Sophie stands and we head down to the parking garage. I follow her home a short distance to her apartment. She lives alone in one of those high rise luxury apartment buildings that are a stone’s throw from our offices in Century City.
“You live so close to work, you could almost walk,” I say once I park in front of her building and walk into her grand and spacious lobby.
“Yes, it’s so convenient. I don’t have much of a commute,” she says as we get on the elevator.
Once we close the door to her apartment and she puts her things down, she starts walking into her bedroom while she’s unbuttoning the front of her dress and sliding off the belt. My feet are rooted in place as she leaves me standing in the entryway of her lavishly decorated Century City apartment and I’m not sure what to make of this.
“Get in here,” she calls out to me from her bedroom. Just like that, no foreplay? Damn, she’s throwing me off my game big time, she almost makes me nervous. I walk slowly towards her room and she’s sprawled out sexily on her king size bed in the sexiest black lace lingerie. My heart stops. All she is wearing now is a black lace bra that she fills out nicely, then my eyes travel down to her shapely waistline where I see her black lace garter belt that looks amazing on her curves, next I see her black lace panties and sheer black stockings down to the tips of her toes. She’s posed like a pin-up, she looks so fucking sexy I immediately rise to the occasion.
“Strip,” she commands as she rolls over to turn on her IPod player. I do as she says, this girl is stealing all of my lines, unbelievable. I strip down to my tight black briefs and climb on top of her and my lips crash down onto those ruby red lips of hers that I can’t wait to have wrapped around me. I imagine she gives a great blow job. She wraps her legs around me tight and her fingernails dig into my back and her breasts heave into my chest. She’s grinding so hard against me, I’m afraid I may blow my load right now. I pull off her before I do. My hand finds its way into her panties and I stroke her sensitive nub within an inch of its life and it leaves her quivering and shuddering beneath my expert fingers. She’s dripping for me.
“Oh Marcus,” she cries out, writhing beneath my touch. I’m going to show her who’s boss in the bedroom. I love the sound of her voice crying out my name I want to hear her begging for more.
“What do you want Sophie?” I taunt. Her hands show me as she tugs the waistband of my briefs down. I roll off her to slide them down and then I kneel between her legs and slide off her black lace panties, leaving on her garter and stockings. She spreads her legs wide for me and touches herself. I have to taste her, my hands firmly press down the back of her thighs and I dive into her, French kissing her nub and driving her wild, I have to hold down her hips. She lets out a soft whimper with each suck of her nub.
“I want to feel you, all of you,” she whispers. So does that mean she doesn’t want me to wear a condom? Damn, I always do. I’m so tempted to go bareback; I want to feel every inch of her wrapped around me. I can’t wait a moment longer. I crawl up her body, licking her nipples into a frenzy, before I cover her like a blanket. She’s got her legs wrapped around me and she pulls me close, grinding her wetness against my cock and her moans of pleasure fill the room. I’m kissing her hard now, we’re practically eating each other like animals. I take my rigid shaft in the palm of my hand and rub it along her slick opening and it easily slides deep into her warmth and grips me tight.
“You’re like velvet,” I growl, being inside her bare feels incredible.
“Ahhhhhhh,” she sighs out and I know I’m pleasing her as her hips swivel to match the rhythm we get going as I slide all the way into her and out again. Her hands grip my ass pulling me in deeper with each stroke, as if she can’t get enough of me. She’s like a cat in heat.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she cries out loudly. She’s a noisy little minx.
“You want me to come inside you?” I ask as my fevered pace is bringing me close, so close to losing it.
“Yes, give it all to me,” she cries out as the look on her face is approaching pure ecstasy. I come so hard, it’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven. I pump my last few drops into her before I collapse all of my weight onto her petite frame.
“I assume you’re on the pill?” guess I should have asked her before.
“Yes, of course,” she says off
handedly.
“Woman, you’re a little sex kitten,” I whisper into her ear, still trying to catch my breath after that amazing session.
“Meow….that was tame,” she laughs. She actually laughs, and I like the sound of it. I roll off of her and lie on my side facing her. She’s staring at the ceiling with a very satisfied half smile playing across her beautiful face. Her breasts are still heaving, as if she is still trying to catch her breath. I trace my fingers lightly across them and she closes her eyes. Then I trail my touch down her sinfully sexy body, along her smooth, taut belly and down to the wetness between her legs and slide a finger in.
“I’m ready for round two, how about you?” I say as she turns to me, eyes wide with surprise.
“Are you serious, already?” she says casting her eyes down at my growing arousal and I make it twitch. A wide sexy smile lights up her face as she takes me in her warm soft hand. She slowly rolls onto her side never letting go of me and continues with the perfect stroking. I roll onto my back and hope she’s going to wrap those luscious red lips of hers around me. She looks me in the eyes with pure desire as I reach up to cup her gorgeous face in my hand and then sweep her hair out of her eyes so I can really see her, connect with her. She peppers soft kisses down my chest and chiseled abs. Then she wraps her soft, warm and moist lips around me. Now I really feel like I’ve gone to heaven as I let out a long, low groan.
“Oh yeah,” I say huskily. I close my eyes and get lost in her soft tongue running up and down the ridges. Then she takes me in her mouth again and the suction just about kills me. My toes curl and she takes me deep into the back of her throat. She’s good at this, even better than I had imagined. I open my eyes to watch and her hair is blocking my view so I reach down and sweep her hair back to see her lips at the base of my cock, amazed at how far she can take me in, that’s a real talent right there. She looks up at me and the vision just about puts me over the edge, I will burn this vision of her in my brain. With her free hand, she runs it up and down my chest and abs sending shivers down my spine. She’s mine right now, pleasing me.
“I want to ride you,” she whispers as she straddles me and takes me in her hand to guide me in as she sinks down slowly onto my length, while piercing me with those beautiful lust filled eyes. She is so fucking sexy.
“Ahhhhhh, yes,” she moans in a faint whisper as she throws her head back and then shakes her hair out. Her tits are bouncing and tempting me to grab them and tweak their nipples. She lets out a squeal and looks down at me, pressing her palms onto my chest for leverage as she rides me hard, panting, sighing and moaning, soft and sexy for me.
“Yeah baby, you feel so good riding me,” I murmur.
“God, you feel so good, filling me,” she moans out as she continues swiveling her hips back and forth so skillfully. She’s taking what she wants from me. I grip her hips, digging my fingers into her curvaceous ass. She stops and climbs off me and rolls onto her back. I guess she wants me to finish her off with a good pounding, as she spreads her legs for me. And pound into her I do. I press her legs apart so wide her knees hit the bed, she is very pliable. I look at her the whole time I’m pounding hard and she takes it with soft whimpers escaping her O shaped lips.
“Marcus, let me hear you.” I love to hear her crying my name in total ecstasy. I own her pleasure at this moment.
“Oh my God, AHHHHHH,” I groan out loudly for her, so she can hear me come undone for her.
Chapter 2
Sophie
I’ve heard snippets here and there about Marcus and his womanizing ways. I heard he’s a little on the wild side, a partier, and that he has a way with the ladies. He was dating an adorable girl here at the firm, a good girl type, but needless to say it didn’t last long. Bet she wouldn’t put out, at least she looks like the type that wouldn’t and I’m usually right about people. I have a sixth sense and am good at reading people.
Lately I’ve had to work closely with Marcus Hunter and I can see first-hand what makes a guy like him tick. He’s smart, confident and has a cocky sexy way about him. I’ll give him that, and a freaking sexy bedroom voice going on. I can see why they say he has a way with the ladies. He could probably charm the pants off of any woman, including myself. I like his hands, there’s something perfectly sexy about his hands and fingers. I’ve imagined them touching me.
I do give him a bit of a hard time whenever I can, just to knock him down a few notches from his cocky confidence. He can be such a charmer, he does flirt with me and I flirt right back, what could it hurt, we’re both somewhat single. Although I just started dating a good catch. John Devereaux, a hot shot attorney here in Beverly Hills. He’s got the looks, the class, the charm, the body and the money. He ticks all of the boxes, so yes we’re dating.
Marcus and I are downstairs tonight having a friendly drink together. It’s just the two of us sitting next to each other at the bar and I find myself getting curious about him. Sometimes when he speaks a certain way or laughs, his sexy bedroom voice hits me right between my legs; his voice alone is a huge turn on. I have to cross my legs tightly tonight to quiet the throb he’s causing at my core. Then I catch him in the act, looking up my skirt as my black lace garter and sheer black stockings are peeking out. Yes, I wear a garter and stockings every day to work. I hate, absolutely hate wearing panty hose. He seems curious about my garter and stockings, maybe I will put him out of his misery and give him a real eyeful.
“Like what you see,” I taunt him.
“I do, I do indeed,” he teases in that panty melting voice of his.
He asks me to join him for dinner and I agree. John is out of town this weekend so I am a free woman. What could it hurt anyway, one night with the office player? I could give him a dose of his own medicine. Just because I have never done a one night, no strings night of passion, doesn’t mean I can’t try it this once.
Chapter 3
Marcus
Now that I’ve been inside her body, I want inside her head. But that’s a place few men have been before, she’s so guarded and won’t let me in. Only after Sophie and I make love, God, make love is not usually in my vocabulary. After I’ve taken her to oblivion, I get a glimpse of a softer side of Sophie, a side I know she rarely shows the rest of the world. A softer, playful and almost tender side I see when we enjoy some pillow talk. She’s relaxed and satiated. She lets her guard down for a while, however brief it is, I’ll take it and soak it in.
Sophie really is like a female version of me, it’s almost scary. I can tell she doesn’t do love, doesn’t do attachment, hell she came straight out and told me so. And when she did, it rang true for me too. I felt every single word she was saying. We’ve obviously both been hurt before and we won’t let anyone close again, I understand that. Only this time with Sophie, I have these feelings for her which I haven’t ever felt before. Strong feelings, I want to love and protect this tough stubborn girl who I know way deep down inside just wants to be loved like anyone else. And there is so much to love about her. Behind closed doors she is extremely satisfying, and I don’t mean just physically. Emotionally and mentally she challenges me yet gives me all that I need. She doesn’t take shit from anyone. She’s smart and fiercely independent, but these are qualities I admire about her. She has an edge to her, that’s for sure. She is well regarded at the office and she treats everyone with kindness and respect, everyone except for me. She treats me like all I’m for is a good time. She calls me a womanizer, a player or a ladies man any chance she gets. I guess I’ve earned all of those names. She says she’s going to use me just like I’ve probably used countless other women who I’ve had my way with and then left when I was through with them. I can’t deny it, I’ve behaved that way in the past.
In spite of all of this, we can’t seem to stay away from each other. I still want her all of the time and she is always ready and willing to give herself to me, in the bedroom that is.
She’s seeing some other guy, John something. He sounds like some stud at
torney who must be a good catch or Sophie wouldn’t waste her time with him. I want him gone and out of her life, but she won’t cut him loose just yet. I haven’t proven myself to be enough of a distraction.
She sleeps with me during the week, and sees him on the weekends. I guess I’m her weekday boy toy and he’s her weekend boyfriend. I get it, but it’s starting to not sit well with me. I want more, I want her on the weekends too. She’s pretty firm on seeing this guy John still.
“When are you going to start seeing me on the weekends,” I ask after another mind blowing session with my minx. She fascinates me with this dirty talk, or role playing she likes in the bedroom. You would never, ever guess this of her if you met her in the work setting. She comes across so straight-laced, classy and professional. But boy, when the bedroom door closes, I love the change in her. She can keep up with me, and give it right back to me and then some. Whew, some nights she wears me out and puts me through the paces.
“What are you complaining about? You get it from me during the week and are free to do what you want on the weekends. I would think that’s a player’s wet dream,” she says in her wickedly sassy tone. Damn, does she care a lick about me I wonder? She’s one tough and stubborn woman, but I can’t get enough of her, why is that? Sometimes I’m left feeling used and abused, but I bet that’s how some of the women I’ve been with in the past have felt. Sophie really is giving me a dose of my own medicine.
“I want to see you more, I want to be elevated to boyfriend status, instead of the boy toy status I’m at right now,” I say. All she does is laugh.
“Patience Marcus, patience,” is all she offers.
Chapter 4
Sophie
I actually look forward to my weeknights with Marcus. Even beyond the mind-blowing sex, we can really talk with each other. We have a lot in common, like the way we approach ‘relationships’. We both have a wicked sense of humor and can be a bit cynical when it comes to life. We’re equals at work, smart and driven. We both won’t take shit from anyone. I enjoy just being with him, he’s smart, has a great sense of humor, and can be a lot of fun, in and out of the bedroom. But here’s the thing, I would never put all of my eggs in one basket with him, given his track record. I’ve been awfully tempted to cut John, my weekend boyfriend loose. Marcus pushes for being the weekend boyfriend too, but how can I take someone like him seriously? Why does he even bother saying stuff like that, could he really mean it? I’m always DTF with him though, wink! He satisfies my dirty talk and roll playing in the bedroom. He is such a skilled lover, he knows how to push all of the right buttons to leave my body humming. I can’t get enough of him in that department, that’s for sure. He’s doing his daily cruise by my office. He usually comes by in the afternoon to see if we’re going to hook up in the evening. He even cooks me dinner some nights, that’s a definite perk.