Fulfillment (Book 3 in The Temptation Series) (5 page)

I put one of
my hands out to indicate he give me the bacon. “Give me the bacon
and I’ll tell you.”

He stepped
closer, lifted my hand back up to the other and placed the piece of
bacon in my mouth. “Well?” he asked, raising his eyebrows at me and
holding my hands in place.

“I want you to
back the fuck off and understand I have done this before. I know
what I am and am not capable of when it comes to carrying my own
child. You need to stop treating me as if I’m ignorant, because I
am not.” I bit down aggressively on the bacon, which was now
slightly wet and tasted like shit.

“Hunny, you
need to understand that I haven’t done this before, and the thought
of anything happening to you or our baby scares me to death. So,
will I back the fuck off? No. You are just going to have to deal
with it.”

“Well, you
will have to deal with me putting my foot down then.” I released my
hands from his and pushed him back so that he was at arm’s length.
I licked the last of the bacon’s saltiness from my lips and watched
as he looked down at them and licked his own.

“In what way?”
he asked with a smirk as he began to unbutton his shirt.

I went to
answer him, but I choked from the site of his now bare chest and on
the rogue bit of bacon that had been floating around in my
mouth.

His shirt
dropped to the floor of the shower. I looked at it then slowly
raised my gaze to his hands which were now undoing his pants. I
followed those as he pushed them to the ground together with his
underwear.
Don’t look up Alexis. Whatever you do, don’t look
up.

“Well? How do
you plan on putting your foot down?”

Still looking
down, I noticed his feet take a step forward so that his erection
was now in my line of sight. I closed my eyes.
Yeah, close your
eyes, Alexis, and pretend that Mr. Fucking-Sensational Clark with
his hard cock is not standing directly in front of you, tempting
you, teasing you and practically calling your bluff.
I
swallowed heavily.
Don’t let him call your bluff, tease him
back.

Opening my
eyes and smirking back at him, I put my finger in my mouth and
pulled it out again. His eyes were focused on my action so I pushed
it back in then retracted it completely, dragging it down my body
until it reached my clit. I slowly began to massage my sensitive
spot while watching his eyes stare hungrily. Revelling in his
expression, I pushed it further down until it was inside me. This
made him clench his fists in frustration and desire.
Good
. I
raised my leg and pressed my foot against the tiles while massaging
my nipple with the other hand, continuing to finger-fuck myself in
an attempt to make him cave. He seemed somewhat aggravated, but the
look on his face also said he was enjoying my tease—which was
great—but my intent was to torture him so that he would give in and
tell me he’d back off with the overprotectiveness.

I dropped my
gaze to his hands which were now placed at the base of his cock.
Mmm, I love watching him take hold of himself, his large hands
clenched tightly around his shaft. Stop it, Alexis. Torture,
torment, tease—remember?
He slowly began to pump himself as he
watched my hands explore my own body. I let out a moan for him and
he growled in response. So I brought my finger to my mouth again,
licked it and went to insert it back inside me when he grabbed my
hand.

“Are you going
to back the fuck off?” I asked with a smile.

He paused,
while gently gripping my hand. Then, with his sexy-as-hell smirk,
inserted my finger back inside me as far as it would go, making me
gasp against his mouth.
You sexy fucker, I hate you.
He
slowly pulled it back out and placed it in his mouth, making me
shudder.
Damn it!
He slowly slid it out again, kissed the
tip of it then placed it upon his chest over his heart.

He leaned in
and put his forehead against mine. “I will never back the fuck off
where you are concerned. You are my everything and will remain my
everything for as long as I walk this earth.” He grabbed my face
and kissed me passionately then reluctantly pulled away. “Now, as
much as I like to watch you please yourself, quit it. It’s my
fucking job to bring you undone and mine alone.”

CHAPTER FOUR

I hated giving in to Bryce, or
more to the point, I hated giving in full stop. But when the man of
my dreams had me pinned to the shower wall, telling me that I was
his everything and always would be and explaining that it was his
sole responsibility to bring me undone, then who was I to
argue?

I grabbed his
head and vigorously pulled it forward to mine so that I could taste
the inside of his mouth. He groaned wildly and lifted me up,
indicating I should wrap my legs around his waist—and like always,
I happily obliged.

He gripped my
arse as he held me perfectly in place to penetrate me with his
glorious cock, forcing my eyes to close and my head to tilt back as
he slid inside me. Then pressing his lips to my neck, he pulled
himself out to the tip and slammed back in again. I gasped at his
sexy ferocity, causing him to stop and pull back.

“Shit!” He
went to set me down. “Was that too hard? Are you okay?” he asked
with concern.

“Hey. I’m
fine.” I searched his panicked face.

“I’m sorry.
You just make me fucking wild.”

I grabbed his
hair, yanking it back and forcing him to look deep into my eyes.
“Don’t you dare go all soft on me, I’m fine and no, it was not too
hard. So stop worrying and fuck me. Fuck me hard, and do it
now.”

His eyes lit
up as he laughed. “You’re killing me, you know that right?”

“The feeling
is mutual, trust me.” I leaned in and kissed him, which very
quickly turned hot and desperate again as he re-entered me and
slammed his cock in to the hilt.

I could sense
a very slight hint of hesitation on his part, but I didn’t say
anything. He obviously had concerns, and I could see he was trying
to overcome them where he could. Plus, I was more than overflowing
with sexed-up hormones and probably putting far too much pressure
on him.

He continued
to drag his length out to the tip then slam right back in again,
until my nails were digging into his shoulder and my body was
shuddering against him. He too jerked, as he reached his own
release while gripping my arse with one hand and steadying himself
against the shower wall with the other. I moved my hands to his
head and wiped the wet strands of hair from his face so that I
could see his piercing blue eyes as he came down from his
climax.

“How did I get
so lucky?” I asked.

“I never used
to believe in luck,” he said as he smiled and regained his
breath.

I traced my
fingers around the edges of his face, studying his perfect profile.
I was now curious and a little bemused as to why he wouldn’t
believe in luck. “Really? Why?”

“I used to
think luck suggested you had no power over it. I believed that
we—ourselves—controlled the probability of our fortune and
misfortune. But...I had no control over you applying for a job at
my hotel, so how can I continue to believe there is no such thing
as luck? I’m the fucking luckiest man on earth, and you being here,
naked in my arms, against my shower wall and carrying my baby is
fucking proof of that.”

***

Bryce and I
showered properly after our argument and subsequent compromise-sex.
Come to think of it, I don’t recall a compromise having been
reached. If I recalled correctly, he seemed to have gotten his
way—as per usual.

We both headed
to our desks, having no choice but to get stuck into the pile of
work that awaited our attention. It was Easter this coming weekend,
and all three hotels were pretty much fully booked. I could see
with my own eyes just how much work was involved in the running of
the City Towers Precinct, but to have numerous hotels around the
world and plans for future development in other countries was
simply mind boggling. I knew Bryce had a large number of very
capable employees running his hotels abroad, but at the end of the
day, Clark Incorporated held his name and he was very much involved
in all its’ entirety.

I had plans to
pick the kids up from school, as I wanted to drop by my old home to
collect the last of my things. I hadn’t slept there for nearly two
weeks, and I did not plan on sleeping there again. Rick was coping
just fine, as far as I was aware, having accepted our separation
and coming to terms with the fact our marriage was over. Sadly, we
weren’t the best of friends anymore, and unfortunately, I didn’t
think we ever would be again. There was just far too much betrayal
and hurt for that. But so far, we were civil and supportive of each
other in our new lives, and we were there for one another,
especially where the children were concerned.

***

I drove my
Ford Territory into my driveway, having chosen my car over Bryce’s
collection for its rather generous storage capacity. I had to
collect the last of my clothes, shoes, toiletries and a few things
that I wanted from around the house. I unlocked the door and
stepped inside.

The house was
clean and tidy, an indication that Rick really was coping and
moving on with his life. I smiled at that notion then put my bag
and keys down on the buffet like I had for many years—second
nature, I guess.

Rick and I
hadn’t yet discussed dividing our assets, and as terrible as it
was, we just hadn’t had the time nor the desire really. I had
pretty much everything I needed at the apartment and
Rick...well...he had five million dollars in his bank account. So,
dividing up our bits and pieces was not a priority for either of
us. To be honest, I didn’t want the material things; I couldn’t
care less about the TVs, couches, caravan and household furniture.
What I wanted were the things that held sentimental value to me,
the things that made me smile and had happy memories.

I made my way
to the spare room, pulling out a suitcase and dragging it toward my
old bedroom when Claire walked out. We both screamed simultaneously
in shock, not expecting each other to be there.

“Geezus! Fuck!
You scared the shit out of me,” I said as I put my hand to my chest
and looked her up and down. I quickly took note that she was
wearing one of my dresses together with a towel wrapped around her
wet hair.

“Shit! Sorry,
you scared me too,” she answered with an instant blush of
awkwardness across her face.

“Are you
wearing my dress?” I asked—or more to the point—accused.

She looked
down at the dress and then back up to me. “Um...yes. I didn’t have
anything else to put on.”

I don’t really
know what came over me at that point. All I remember was seeing
red—as in screaming bloody murder red. I could only imagine it
looking like I was a bull in Pamplona’s infamous running of the
bulls race and Claire one of the shit-scared runners. I basically
chased her out of the house, steam surging out of my nostrils, and
if I’d had horns like one of those bulls, I could guarantee you
they would have pierced the bitch’s arse.

After yelling
at her to get out of my house, shoving her handbag into her chest,
snatching back my towel and slamming the door in her face, I
started angrily packing up everything I could see.
How dare she
come in here and start wearing my clothes, eating from my fridge,
showering in my shower and more than likely sleeping in my bed.
Bitch!

I grabbed all
my clothes and shoved them in the suitcase. I picked up every last
bottle of perfume and every toiletry that I could find. I grabbed
my photo albums, pictures from the walls, potted plants, and even
my KitchenAid and Aldi coffee machine. I stomped around the house
looking for things I couldn’t bear for her to touch—like my
decorative couch pillows. Okay, so I only paid five dollars each
for them at K-Mart, but they were pretty and I liked them, and I
was not about to leave them there and let her get comfortably cosy
with them.
Fuck her
. I forcefully squished as much as I
could into my car and took off to pick up the kids from school.

***

Nate and
Charli had been excited to see me waiting for them when the bell
rang. But my presence at the school probably made the whole
gossip-about-my-love-life problem worse, as I was clearly in a
feral mood and my car was noticeably filled to the brink with all
kinds of shit. One could have easily mistaken me for living out of
my car, and I’m sure the rumour mill would soon reflect that.

Tash and Steph
had asked me what was wrong, but I was in no mood to elaborate, so
I promised them I was fine and that I would soon have them all over
for coffee and a tour of my new home.

***

My mind was
miles away as I drove toward the city, thinking about Rick, Claire,
my house and the fact I now wanted to speak to my lawyer—who just
happened to be my old boss. Charlotte had been talking non-stop
about her friend Addison’s sleepover party that was in a few weeks’
time. I hadn’t really been listening to much of what was coming out
of her overzealous mouth when my phone rang.

The Bluetooth
feature in my car automatically answered it.

“Hello,” I
answered out loud.

“Hi,
beautiful—”

“Hi, Bryce,”
interrupted Charli.

“Charli!” I
snapped. “Don’t interrupt.”

After a moment
of silence, Bryce’s voice came through the speaker again. “Alexis,
is everything all right?”

I didn’t
normally yell at Charli for something as minor and innocent as
simply saying hello and Bryce was fully aware of that. “Yes, I’m
fine. I’m just tired and I have a headache and—”

“She’s been
busy packing our house up into this car,” Nate interjected, looking
at the lamp shade that was poking over the back seat.