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  It was all the encouragement his inner demons needed to take over, and there was no way he was going to be able to stop himself now. His lips crashed into hers, claiming them in a hungry kiss as he moved to pin her body between his and the desk.

  Preston’s fingers moved to slowly strip Charlotte of her clothes. As needy for her as he was, he intended to take his time and enjoy doing this. As many times as he had pictured this moment in his thoughts, it was a million times better in real life. Charlotte’s skin should have chilled under the cool air of the office, but she was flushed and red, blushing with each inch of skin he exposed. Her breasts moved with her breathing, straining against the gentle, white lace of her bra. Preston couldn’t resist pressing a gentle kiss to the newly bared skin every time he undid one of her buttons, tossing her clothes onto the floor until she was left in nothing except her bra and panties and the cute little high heels she’d worn up to his office that night.

  “Damn it, Charlotte. You’re absolutely stunning. I hope you know that.” The evidence of his attraction to her was straining again his pants as as his fingers gripped her waist. He took in a deep breath, unable to keep himself away from her a moment longer. Preston moved in, kissing his way up along her legs and thighs until he was seated between her legs, slowly peeling her panties down her legs, leaving her exposed on the top of his desk. Preston had dreamed about this moment, but he hadn’t ever actually thought it was going to come to fruition, yet here he was leaning in and closing the small distance between the two of them to run his tongue along the soft smooth skin he found there.

  He was rewarded with a soft sigh and whimper that only grew more intense as he slowly explored her with his tongue. He couldn’t help himself from moaning as well at the intoxicating sent and taste of her. He delved his tongue into her as he spread her thighs with his shoulders. She wasn’t sure how to handle the situation, it was almost too intense. Her hand went from gripping the edge of the desk to gripping his hair and back again.

  Soon, she was writhing beneath his attentions, body tensing as her movements grew more and more needy until finally she almost collapsed, unable to hold up her weight as she cried out his name. That was the only signal that Preston needed to continue. Though, he wanted more from this moment than just to take Charlotte on top of the desk in his office. She deserved better than that. He just didn’t think he’d be able to keep his hands off of her long enough to get much farther than the small apartment he had next door, but he was determined to get her there as soon as possible.

  He moved upwards, kissing a trail up along her stomach and chest between her perfect breasts. As he settled between her thighs, Charlotte wrapped her legs around his waist and allowed him to pull her to the edge. Her eyes were heavy with desire and lust as he met her gaze. His hands cupping her thighs, he gathered her in his arms and carried her into the next room, kicking the door open and then closed behind them so that he never had to take his hands off her body for even a moment.

  The bed was just inside, and it was a quick matter to lay her gently across the mattress. She was nearly out of breath, as she leaned back on her elbows on top of the bed. Charlotte looked absolutely intoxicating and Preston moved to get out of his clothes as quickly as possible, leaving his suit in a pile on the carpet as soon as he could divest himself of it. His lips missed Charlotte’s against them and he wanted to taste her kiss again. He wanted to lay claim to every inch of her body, and here she was laid out in front of him like a present just waiting to be unwrapped.

  Preston moved onto the bed with her, letting his hands slide along her arms until her wrists were pinned above her and her body was pinned to the bed beneath his hips. Charlotte’s legs moved around his body and pulled him in closer as their lips met, though he hesitated, knowing she was a virgin. If she wanted to wait, this was going to be the last chance that she had to stop him before things got too far.

  “Please Preston, I need you.” Her words were heady and breathless as she moved against him trying to draw him in closer. She clearly didn’t want to stop, and Preston wasn’t going to be able to now that she was nearly begging him to take her.

  “I need to get you ready sweetheart.” He released one of her wrists as he reached down and pulled down the cup of her bra. He bent his head down and took her pert nipple in his mouth as she inhaled sharply. He reached over and pulled the cup down on the other breast and proceeded to lick and kiss his way between the two of them. Charlotte arched her back into his mouth as he reached down between them and began to tease her clit.

  She couldn’t control her hips as they shot off the bed. “Oh you like that huh?” He bit and kissed her ear as he proceeded to delve his finger into her. She continued moaning and writhing beneath him as he teased her g spot and brought her to orgasm. He pulled his finger from her and brought it to his lips to taste her essence. She watched intently as he licked her juices off his finger.

  He leaned over to the bedside table and pulled a condom out to sheath himself. Charlotte watched as he griped the base of his fully erect cock and slid the protecting down his length. Without a word he crawled back up her body, pinning her wrists against the bed and proceeded to kiss her deeper and passionately than he previously had. He was lost in the moment of taking her body, he moved both of her wrists to one of his hands as he moved his other hand to her neck. He gently placed his hand around her neck and slid it up into her hair as he teased her wet slit with the tip of his cock. He couldn’t take it much longer. With every thrust he entered her a little bit more until he gave in and let his most base desires takeover.

  One smooth motion and he slid into the tight heat of her body, pausing with a soft moan to let her grow accustomed to having him inside her before he dared to move an inch. He’d felt the resistance of her tight folds at first, but it gave way quickly as she let out a long, low moan of pleasure when his full length finally slid inside her. He kept her hands pinned above her head, taking complete control of the situation, as he drew out every moment of this as long as possible.

  He didn’t want to hurt her, but she was moving beneath him, trying to get more of him with every move of his hips. The kisses between their lips stifled the moans that escaped her. Preston was growing drunk with the feeling of having her body wrapped around his, and his hold on himself wasn’t going to last much longer now that the two of them were completely entwined.

  His fingers tightened their hold on her wrists as his hips began to move, positioning his cock into her core in perfect time with the soft whimpering moans that escaped from her throat. He watched the flush that washed across her body as she strained up from the mattress, pinned only to the surface by his firm hold on her wrists. Preston was in control of every moment and every motion of it. She only moved when he allowed it, and he set the pace for the way both of their bodies came together.

  It wasn’t long before her back was curved as taut as a bow string ready to be released. Preston leaned in, trailing a line of gentle bites along the line of her collarbone, each one leaving a gentle red mark behind that slowly faded in to match the rest of her fair skin. His kisses drew a line along the curve of her throat until his lips came to rest near her ear.

  “That’s my girl. Cum for me, Charlotte. Let me hear you.” His words were a deep whisper near her ear, lips brushing over her skin with every word. That was all it took and she was crashing over the edge and falling apart beneath him. His name was on her lips, and Preston was glad that only the two of them were in the office tonight because Charlotte was anything but quiet as her climax rolled through her.

  He was done for in that moment. Any semblance of control that he had remaining was gone the second he heard her scream out his name and felt her body spasm around his own in the throes of her orgasm. Preston didn’t let up his pace for a moment, instead growing more and more frantic until he joined her with a deep groan and her own name found its way from his lips in a reverent whisper.

  As the two of them came down from their high, Preston rel
eased Charlotte’s wrists and drew her into his arms, leaving a gentle line of kisses along the curve of her shoulder as he pulled a blanket over the two of them. While being inside her might have been the thing he’d been dreaming about for weeks, having her in his arms was somehow even better than he’d been able to imagine.

  Most women were simply a physical diversion for Preston. There were exceptions, like Sophie, who he merely saw as a business associate. But this was something entirely new for him. Usually, once his physical needs were satisfied, he was ready to be alone. Tonight, all he really wanted was to fall asleep with Charlotte in his arms.

  It seemed that he was going to get his wish as she curled up against his chest with a happy sigh followed by a deep yawn.

  “I should get going…” She glanced up at him expectantly as he leaned back down to steal another kiss.

  “Stay.” One word. That was all he needed to say, and she relaxed back into his embrace.

  Charlotte drifted off to sleep long before Preston did. He was still in awe that Charlotte had even given him half a moment of attention, much more so that she was still in his arms and drifting off to sleep in his bed. He went to sleep with a grin on his face and dreamed of the girl curled up against his chest.

  Chapter 13

  Charlotte had woken up early on Saturday morning and reluctantly said her goodbyes to Preston. She felt bad about leaving Andy alone for an entire night, though he was fine when she’d gotten back, if maybe a little offended she’d spent the night out without him. The rest of the weekend had gone by in a blur.

  Usually Preston waited until the two of them needed to get some business done to text or call, but since she’d left his arms on Saturday morning, he’d kept in almost constant contact with her, just chatting about how her weekend was going. It was a little dizzying to think that someone with that much going for them was even a little interested in her.

  Saturday came and went, and then Sunday morning when she usually spent her time coming up with new recipes for the bakery or the blog. He was still texting her, and she couldn’t help but walk around the apartment with a huge grin on her face.

  Sunday afternoons were always spent with Charlotte’s Uncle Howard and Aunt Amelia. She hadn’t missed a Sunday since she’d moved here and away from her parents. They asked her out to dinner with them on a few occasions other than that, and she obliged from time to time when she wasn’t busy with working on something for the bakery or out with Preston. This Sunday was no exception to the rule.

  Her aunt and uncle were expecting her and she was familiar enough with their home to just let herself in to the front door and make her way back to the kitchen where her aunt was preparing dinner for the three of them. Aunt Amelia looked up from the kitchen island to greet her, where she was chopping vegetables that were about to be tossed into the pot on the stove.

  “Well hello there, Charlotte.” She smiled before she turned her attention back to the prep work in front of her. “You’re here early.”

  Charlotte reached down and picked up one of the stray pieces of carrot that had escaped her aunt’s work and popped it into her mouth. Being here was almost as good as being at home with her parents. Almost, but not quite, and after the weekend that she’d had, topping it off with spending some time with her family made her absolutely content.

  “Well, I missed you guys, Aunt Amelia. I just thought you wouldn’t mind some help getting ready for dinner. So, tell me what I can do.” Charlotte moved around the by now familiar kitchen and grabbed one of the aprons she knew her aunt kept on the hook just inside the pantry preparing to help the older woman with her cooking.

  Her aunt paused and walked over to her, cupping the younger woman’s chin with a smile.

  “You look absolutely lovely today, my dear girl. You’re absolutely beaming. Is there something that’s got you so ecstatic that we should know about?”

  Uncle Howard chose that moment to come into the kitchen and pull her into a hug.

  “It’s so good to see you, Charlotte. You’ve been a busy bee lately.” He was right. She had been busy with getting things ready for the bakery. All her free time was either spent with baking and posting things to her blog or with Preston working on business plans.

  “I’m sorry, Uncle Howard. I’ve just been working with a partner on getting things together to open my bakery.” She hadn’t mentioned the fact that she’d found an investor to her uncle. She also hadn’t mentioned the fact that anything had happened between the two of them to anyone. She just didn’t know how to tell the older couple about any of this.

  “Partner? So you found someone to invest in your business. I told you I would help you out if you wanted me to, my dear.” He walked over to where his wife had been cooking, taking a spoonful of the food from one of the pots on the stove and bringing it to his mouth.

  Aunt Amelia walked over and playfully slapped his hand. “You have to wait for dinner to be ready, Howard. You’re going to ruin your appetite.” She turned her attention over to her niece. “Do tell us about your business, dear. We’re excited to hear about it.”

  Uncle Howard had offered to invest in her business, but she hadn’t wanted to take advantage of family like that. Something in Charlotte felt like it wouldn’t have been her own business. She wanted to show everyone that she could make it on her own. Uncle Howard would have given her the money she needed, but it would have come with strings, and the rest of her family would have always called it Uncle Howard’s bakery.

  Charlotte tried to look nonchalant while she came up with an answer for her uncle. She had no idea how he was going to respond to the fact that her partner was Preston Pierce. Her uncle owned a percentage of the Pierce Building. He was going to know exactly who she was talking about, and she didn’t know what his thoughts on Preston were.

  “Well, Preston Pierce is my main investor…. Actually, my only investor.” She barely got the second sentence out when her uncle came up sputtering from the spoonful of food he’d been trying to steal out of the pot bubbling away on the stove.

  “Preston Pierce. Am I hearing you correctly? And just how do you know Preston Pierce?”

  “He’s been one of my customers since I opened the cart, Uncle Howard. We ran into each other working late one night, had a conversation about my bakery cart and my business plans, and he asked me to put a proposal together. I presented it to him, and he decided to become my investor.” She knit her fingers together and shuffled her weight from one door to the other, nervously. Uncle Howard looked incensed.

  “So you wouldn’t take money from me, but you’ll sell yourself out to that lech? Let me guess, he’s had you in the office working late nights, just the two of you, and I’m sure there’s been a few business dinners, not to mention the fact that he’s probably tried to work on a lot more than a business plan with just the two of you in the office.”

  “Howard!” Aunt Amelia looked incensed, hitting him across the arm with a dish towel as he lost his composure. “You’re scaring the girl. She’s a good girl. Charlotte has always been a good girl. Maybe you’re reading too much into all of this.”

  “Amelia, you don’t know Preston Pierce like I do. He’s been through one woman after another in the time I’ve met him. He’s a womanizer at best and a downright cad at worst. I don’t want her spending any more time than necessary with him. If he stops by her little stand to buy cinnamon rolls in the morning, then fine, but there’s no way she should be spending time alone with him under any circumstances.”

  Charlotte would have given up anything to be able to melt into the floor right now, and Uncle Howard’s words were echoing in her mind. He’d done a pretty good job of describing exactly what had happened between she and Preston up in his office late at night when no one else was around. Why would a billionaire spend his Friday night’s with a young woman just trying to get her business off the ground? To anyone looking in from the outside it would look suspicious.

  It had even looked suspicious to Charlot
te herself when she’d stormed out of his office after that first kiss. She was busy kicking herself for being naive and stupid when she’d had every opportunity not to be. She’d come back to all of that willingly. She’d been the one who had crawled into his lap only two days ago. She’d been the one who hadn’t been able to stop herself from fantasizing about an older rich man. Charlotte felt exactly like a cliche—the little girl who just threw herself into the arms of a billionaire to get what she wanted.

  She was still lost in her thoughts while Amelia and Howard argued on the other side of the kitchen. She could hear their voices, but she didn’t register what the two of them were talking about until her uncle walked over to her.

  “Charlotte?”

  She looked up at him, knitting her brows together.

  “What is it Uncle Howard?”

  “Just tell me he’s been a gentleman and I’ll believe you. Has he kept his hands to himself?”

  She wasn’t able to answer him, but he must have gotten all the answer he needed in the way her cheeks flushed at the question. She looked away, back down at the floor to study the tips of her shoes.

  “That does it.” Howard pulled his wallet out of the back pocket of his trousers and searched around the kitchen counter for a pen. “Tell me how much he’s given you, and how much you need. I’m buying him out, and you’re going to cut off contact with him. Do you understand me?”

  All Charlotte could do was just nod, and politely answer the questions her uncle was asking her. Her thoughts were swimming and swirling too much for her to keep anything straight outside of the immediate conversation. What she really wanted to do was to go home and curl up in a ball on her bed and have a good cry. She was pretty sure that was going to come sooner or later, but for now she had to make it through a Sunday dinner with her aunt and uncle and stay in one piece. She wasn’t sure how successful she was going to be at that, but there was no way she was going to be able to fall apart in front of everyone. It was embarrassing enough to be in this situation in the first place, so embarrassing that she didn’t have it in her to turn down her uncle’s offer again.