Love in New York (American Boyfriend Book 5) Read online

  “Wilberforce, fancy meeting you here!”

  It’s Kurt. My savior.

  “Oh,” the client stammers, hurriedly taking his hand off my arm. “Silverstone. We were just eh …”.

  “Just what?” Kurt says, fixing the client in his gaze.

  The client is about half Kurt’s size and is obviously squirming. Kurt puts his hand on my shoulder, very clearly showing the client that I’m his, his property. This is his territory.

  Wilberforce backs right off. He knows the alpha male when he sees him.

  “Your, eh, your client manager…”

  “Have a nice lunch?” Kurt says, cutting him short.

  “Yes, very nice.”

  “Good, I’ll take care of the bill. You make sure to let me know if you have any questions about the trade deal.”

  “I certainly will, Silverstone. First thing on Monday.”

  Wilberforce makes a big deal about looking at his watch and says to me, “It’s been a pleasure as always.”

  “Likewise,” I say, giving him a little wink.

  I still can’t believe Kurt’s hand is on my shoulder. His touch is electric. I feel like a million megawatts are flowing from his hand into my arm, driving every nerve in my body wild with anticipation.

  He’s touching me. He’s claiming me! This is exactly what I’ve been waiting for. This is what I’ve been longing for. And it feels so good.

  Kurt watches Wilberforce leave and then takes his seat across from me.

  “Are you always that friendly to your clients?” I say, motioning to Wilberforce who’s practically running for the door.

  “Are you?” Kurt says back to me.

  I look into his eyes and feel frozen to my seat. There’s such a feeling of power from him. Such a feeling of dominance. There are a lot of alpha guys on Wall Street but Kurt Silverstone takes the cake. They’re all afraid of him. Everyone. You remember that movie, the Wolf of Wall Street? Well Kurt Silverstone is the real wolf on the street. There are stories of him bringing the richest and most powerful CEO’s in the world literally to tears.

  And it’s easy to see why.

  One look at him and you know you’re not dealing with your average guy. There’s a fire in his stare, and a power in his body that’s instantly visible. He looks ready to pounce at a moment’s notice. He looks, in short, like a predator.

  I wonder briefly if I should tell him I know he’s been watching me, but it’s clear as day that would be a mistake. He’s finally come for me, he’s finally making his claim, and the last thing in the world I want to do is stop him.

  He looks at the dishes on the table and I can see he’s mentally tallying up what the meal cost. He takes out his wallet and counts out three hundred dollar bills. There’s no way in hell my lunch cost anything near that much but he doesn’t care. He’s in a hurry.

  He stands up and takes my coat from the back of my seat. He holds it for me like we’ve done this a million times before and I stand and let him put it on me. Without a word, he takes my hand in his and leads me through the restaurant.

  His hand is soft and smooth but large and mine feels small in his.

  I feel instantly like I belong with him. He’s not asking what I want to do, he’s not asking if I’ll come with him. He just knows. There’s a confidence in his every move that makes my heart pound. I feel like I’m his girl.

  “Mr. Silverstone. Miss,” the restaurant greeter says as we walk past.

  It feels good to be his miss.

  We walk out onto the sidewalk and he puts his arm around me, making sure we don’t get separated by the crowd. It’s busy. Kurt walks to the side of the street and puts two fingers in his mouth to let out the loudest whistle I’ve ever heard.

  His limo pulls up and he opens the door and helps me in. He’s so gentlemanly. More than I imagined. I like it.

  I sit next to him on the leather seat and he looks at me.

  “George, take us home,” he says to the driver, then presses a button that closes the window between us and the driver.

  The car starts taking us uptown along Fifth Avenue and I can’t believe where I am. I’m the girl in the limo with the hot guy. The girl I always dreamed of being but never dared think it would actually happen.

  “So, you like that guy?” Kurt says, referring to Wilberforce.

  He’s obviously jealous and it sends butterflies through my stomach to realize he cares enough to be upset.

  “He’s not bad,” I say teasingly.

  “Not bad? He’s the most boring guy in New York.”

  “What do you care?” I say, surprised at how confident I sound.

  I almost sound like I’m used to being whisked out of restaurants by sexy men and taken into limos. I’m nowhere near as confident as I sound but I’ve always had a good game face. I can do this.

  “It’s just, if you want to date one of my clients, you could at least ask my advice. I’d set you up with a way better guy than Wilberforce.”

  “Oh, really?”

  “Really.”

  “You’d set me up?”

  “Sure.”

  I know he’s lying. He’s obsessed with me. He’s been stalking me for weeks. He can’t bear the thought of me being with another man and I know it. The thought of him being jealous is thrilling and arousing.

  He’s looking right at me, looking at me like he wants to devour me, to own me, and I feel my panties dampen.

  “Okay, give me the number of the guy you recommend and I’ll give him a shot.”

  He looks at me then looks away, shaking his head.

  “You’re something else, you know that?”

  “Why? Because I want to get set up on a date?”

  “You don’t want to be set up on a date.”

  “How do you know?”

  “I know, because you want me.”

  “Oh, I do? And I suppose you’re a mindreader,” I say.

  He leans in close to me so that our arms are touching and our faces are just inches apart.

  “I’m reading you,” he says.

  “And what do you see?” I say, my voice losing its confidence for the first time.

  He smiles.

  “Not so fast. First, I want to know what you see.”

  I look into his eyes. My heart is beating in my chest. I’ve never been more aroused by a man in my entire life. I want him to take me right then and there. I want him inside me. I want his cock in my pussy, pumping like an engine piston.

  “I see a man who wasn’t going to let me leave that restaurant with Wilberforce,” I say.

  Kurt lets out a quick laugh.

  “You always this sure of yourself?”

  I shrug.

  “All right,” he says. “I admit it. I got jealous.”

  “Jealous? Why? Because I’m your employee?”

  He looks at me, judging whether or not to tell me the truth.

  “No,” he says. “Not because you’re my employee.”

  “Why then? Why were you even there? Do you always go to that place for lunch?”

  Kurt lets out a small sigh. He puts his hand on my knee. I’m not wearing any tights and my pencil skirt is bunched up a little above the knee. His skin on mine drives me wild.

  “I got jealous because I can’t stand the thought of you with a guy like Wilberforce.”

  “Just Wilberforce?” I say, opening my legs ever so slightly.

  Kurt’s hand moves slowly up my thigh.

  “Okay, any man. I can’t stand the thought of you with any man.”

  I don’t know what I’m doing but I can’t help it now. I can’t stop. My body wants this and no matter how many warning bells my mind sets off, I already know I’m going to go through with it. Whatever Kurt wants from me, he’s going to get. I know I might end up regretting this. I know I might end up heart broken. But I’m his now. He owns me, for as long as he wants me.

  “And what about after you’ve had me?” I say.

  As soon as I say it I regre
t it. What am I doing? Do I want to ruin this?

  But to my surprise, Kurt shakes his head.

  “I’m not going to chew you up and spit you out, if that’s what you mean.”

  I still can’t believe what I’m doing but his words give me confidence.

  “I imagine you’ve had a lot of women in this limo, Kurt.”

  “This is different. I promise you that.”

  “And why is it different?”

  He slides his hand all the way up to my satin panties. I tremble with desire. I want nothing more than to surrender to this lust.

  “Because you’re not just another girl. You’re an obsession. You’re a passion. I can’t get you out of my head and once I taste you, I’m never giving up the taste.”

  With that, he pulls my panties down my legs and over my ankles. I lift my legs to allow them to come off. I look in his eyes and I see a wild passion. He wants me so badly it’s driving him crazy and his lust ignites mine. Just knowing how badly he wants me makes me want him all the more powerfully.

  I glance up at the chauffeur but he’s a trained professional. His eyes are glued to the road ahead.

  “I want to taste you,” Kurt says.

  I nod, ever so slightly, and spread my legs open even more.

  He reaches under my skirt. His fingers find my button and he rubs. His face is right in front of me and I gasp for breath. His lips meet mine and as his tongue enters my mouth. His finger slides into my wet pussy and curls up, coaxing my pleasure with a beckoning motion.

  I let him kiss me passionately and as the pleasure grows in my pussy, I pant in his mouth. I bite his bottom lip and he smiles playfully.

  “Oh, you’re going to pay for that,” he says, and slides another finger into my pussy.

  I moan in pleasure. I’m on the verge of cumming. I want him to enter me. More than anything I want his cock inside me. I want him to keep his promise to me. I want him to stay with me after this is over. And I want him to know the full depth of the pleasure I can give him.

  He has to cum inside me. That’s the best chance I have of winning his heart forever.

  I moan and tighten my legs together as his fingers continue to work their magic inside me.

  “Kurt,” I moan. “I’m cumming.”

  But just before the orgasm crashes through me, the limo stops.

  “What’s happening?” I gasp.

  I can’t believe it. I was so close.

  Kurt smiles. He tidies my skirt and pulls his hand out. He brings his finger to his mouth and sucks it.

  “Delicious,” he says, opening the car door. “Come on, we’re home.”

  “I was cumming,” I protest as I follow him out.

  We leave my forgotten panties in the car and he leads me into the lobby of his super fancy apartment building.

  “I have my own elevator,” he says with a wink, leading me to the brass doors.

  “Of course you do,” I say, following.

  We race through the lobby and I can’t bear the wait for the elevator. I squirm in desire. Did I mention, I was so close to cumming?

  The elevator door opens with a chime, at last, and we jump in. Kurt presses the button for the penthouse. He’s impatient and presses it over and over, trying to get the doors to close faster. The second they close, he’s on top of me.

  He pushes me against the back of the elevator and starts making out with me passionately, ravenously, like a horny teenager. I throw my head back and his mouth moves down my neck, sending shivers through me.

  “Oh, God,” he moans as he rips open the buttons of my blouse.

  “Kurt,” I protest but I don’t care.

  I want him to strip me. I want to be naked and his, utterly and entirely. I want him to have everything of me he desires.

  He reaches down to my butt and instinctively I hop up and wrap my legs around his waist. My blouse is open but my bra is still on. He kisses me, and when the elevator dings, he doesn’t stop. He keeps kissing me passionately as he carries me backward out of the elevator.

  To my surprise, we’re directly in his apartment. I never took a private elevator before so I wasn’t expecting it. He carries me through the most luxurious apartment imaginable and throws me down on his massive bed.

  “You’re mine now,” he growls. “At last.”

  I close my eyes and spread my legs.

  He gets on the bed and puts his head between my legs. Pulling my skirt up around my waist, be puts his mouth on my pussy and sucks it with all the passion of his kiss in the elevator.

  Immediately, I start cumming. His tongue slides inside me and I tremble with pleasure. An orgasm rushes through my body and I cry out, wrapping my thighs around his head like I’m trying to strangle him.

  He sucks my clit, licks my pussy, and I gush in pleasure. He drinks me as I cum and when I finally finish I have to struggle to get his mouth off me. He’s toying with me. He knows how sensitive I am. I push his head off me and he gives me a wicked look.

  “Take off your clothes,” he says.

  I shudder in desire. It’s so obvious he’s used to getting his way, and I can’t help obeying him.

  I take off all my clothes and lie before him, completely vulnerable to his gaze.

  He opens his belt and pulls his erect cock out of his pants. It’s perfect, just as I knew it would be.

  He leaps on me and starts kissing my mouth. I taste myself on him and don’t care. I wrap my legs around him and when he enters me, the pleasure is excruciating. His cock is enormous, bigger than anything that’s ever been inside me, and I writhe as he plunges it deep inside me. Thrust after thrust, he drives his weapon into me and I close my eyes and bite my lip.

  When he finally cums, I cum with him. I feel his cock grow and harden even more than it has already, then a powerful flood of semen pours from him into me. I bite his shoulder, digging me teeth deeper into his flesh than I intended. My nails dig into his muscular back like a cat scrawling him. Every muscle in my body clenches in pleasure. I feel his cum pouring into me and then he collapses, his full weight crushing me into the soft, silky bed.

  “Oh, Kurt,” I moan, “that was incredible.”

  “I hope you liked it,” he says, “because you’re mine now. I’ve got you and I’m not ever letting you go.”

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  Don’t miss the original erotic adventure in my Bad Boy Series, the story of Jackson and Faith.

  Bad Boy Daddy

  He wanted a baby. I needed a man.

  Faith

  The first time I saw Jackson, I hated his guts. He was everything I could never have. Pure, panty-wetting, manhood. And I was trapped in a loveless relationship with his worst enemy. I never would have dreamed he craved my womb so badly he was willing to do anything for it.

  Jackson

  My father's death taught me a lot of things. Most importantly, I needed a child. I had to have a son before my enemies caught up with me. So when Faith came begging for protection, I knew exactly what I wanted. I yearned for her body. Lust raged through me like a wildfire. I longed to make her pregnant with my child. I gave her an offer she couldn't refuse. A life for a life. My protection, in exchange for everything she had to offer. I'd die for her, but she would give me a son.

  I took her womb. I never suspected she'd take my heart.

  Chapter 1

  Faith

  The first time I saw him, I hated his guts.

  He was the sexiest creature on God’s green earth,
and he was all the things I would never have. He was cocky, arrogant, and confident, but in none of the ways I was used to with Wolf.

  He walked into the Los Lobos hangout like he owned the place. He was late for his appointment and for a brief moment, I wondered what he told the guards for them to let him past. I was the only one still in the bar, enjoying a rare moment to myself.

  “I’m looking for Wolf,” he said.

  I shrugged. “You’re late.”

  I was different in those days. I wasn’t happy with the hand life dealt me, and I took it out on whoever I could. I’m not proud of the way I was, but things were getting desperate for me and I was too afraid to admit I’d made a mistake. Wolf Staten was my mistake—a cruel, brutish mistake—a mistake I could never unmake.

  “Well, whatever you do, don’t trouble yourself,” he said, an arrogant smile on his lips.

  Was this jerk taunting me?

  The truth was, I was sick of Los Lobos and their smooth-talking, tattooed musclemen. The fact that this one had arms like Mark Wahlberg and a smile to match didn’t change that. He was a criminal, just like the others, and if he wanted to speak to Wolf, he could damn well show up on time like everyone else.

  “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was supposed to jump to attention every time a guy like you walked in.”

  “You always this friendly to your potential partners?”

  “You’re not my potential anything,” I said.

  “You don’t know that.”

  I looked into his eyes. Something about his confidence bugged the crap out of me. I couldn’t say what. Usually when people came to Los Lobos, they were scared to death. This guy looked like he was on a morning stroll through the park.

  “Yes, I do,” I said pointedly.

  He held me in his gaze, then shrugged. “You might be surprised.”

  “Might I? I doubt it.”

  “Stranger things have happened.”