Forbidden Kiss (Carson Cove Scandals 1)

“No, it isn’t.” I moved my lips to her ear. “But we’ve got a few minutes—why waste them?”

I started kissing Taylor’s ear—moved then down to her neck—and then she turned around to kiss me. My hands pulled at her clothes as she pulled at mine. I honestly didn’t care if Alexis found us together—I should have, considering what she could do to both of us, but the heat of the moment consumed me. It wasn’t like I was ever going to consummate my tainted marriage to Alexis. I lifted Taylor up onto the desk, pushed her legs apart, and stripped her panties off as she unbuckled my belt. I lifted up as soon as my cock was free and found her wetness—then I started to push my way inside her.

“I’ve missed this so fucking much,” I exhaled sharply into her ear.

“We—oh god—we have to be quick.” Taylor slid closer and moved her hips until I was buried inside her pussy.

I began to thrust—slowly—and as quietly as possible. My lips found hers, and I crushed them beneath mine. We kissed as the passion consumed our soul. It wasn’t going to take long—for either of us. Our bodies were practically screaming for the contact we both craved. The desk wasn’t the most sturdy one in the house—the room wasn’t used often. I had to slow down every time the momentum got good, but it felt amazing, nonetheless. I devoured Taylor’s lips—savored every second of our kiss—and hoped it wouldn’t be the last time I tasted her bliss.

“Don’t stop…” She pulled her lips away and gasped. “I’m gonna come!”

“Oh fuck, me too…” I tightened my grip on her and gave her a few thrusts that were harder than the others.

Taylor’s pussy began to spasm and made my balls twitch. I didn’t try to restrain myself or hold back. I just kept thrusting as the cum surged through my shafted and erupted into her climax. I tried to send a few hard thrusts into her g-spot to make the orgasm peak for a few more seconds before it started to fade, and I slowed my thrusts as we came down from our high. I didn’t want to let her go, but the release brought clarity, and I realized just how much our lust could cost us. I slowly pulled out and kissed her one last time before pulling away.

“I have to put on my dress…” She reached for her panties.

I quickly dressed as she squirmed into her dress—it was definitely one size too small, and Taylor’s curves were perfect—she didn’t need to lose a single pound. Alexis was just being a total bitch. I helped her get the dress on, got dressed, and then there was a knock at the door. I scrambled over to the closet and hid in it while she let the tailor in. He checked her a few times, seemed satisfied with the result, and then went back to tend to the bride.

“That was close…” I chuckled under my breath after he was gone.

“Yeah, you need to get out of here.” Taylor leaned against me. “Thank you—I needed that.”

“Don’t give up hope.” I kissed her forehead. “We’re going to find a way to get through this.”

This moment just added more fuel to my fire. Taylor and I can be together once I put an end to this fucking charade.

* * *

Two weeks later

I was ready to bang my head against the wall. I felt like I was being pulled in every direction at the same time. Benson Enterprises was struggling—to the point that we could actually be in real trouble if another big investor pulled out. Shaina was asking to see me, so I needed to make a trip to the city. I hadn’t been able to see Taylor since the moment we stole while she was at my house—and I was dying inside every day that passed without being able to hold her in my arms. The wedding was approaching fast. We only had two weeks until the date that Alexis chose to for us lie our way through our vows. Victoria had decided to remain in Carson Cove, but thankfully her university was allowing her to handle her classes online until she could return.

“Cassie, please cancel my meetings for tomorrow.” I sighed and shook my head. “I’m going to be out of the office.”

“More wedding plans?” She gave me a dry smile.

“No…” I aimlessly tapped her desk with my fingers. “I have to take a trip to the city.”

“Great, I’ll take care of it.” She looked up at me. “Oh, I wanted you to know that I’m putting in my two weeks notice today—you should probably start interviewing secretaries.”

“What?” I blinked in confusion. “Why?”

“You know why, Mr. Benson.” She turned back towards her computer.

Fuck…

Cassie was another casualty of my bastardized union with the venomous bitch. I couldn’t blame her. There were so many empty seats on the floor already—why should my secretary stick around? I couldn’t tell her the truth. I couldn’t tell anyone the truth. I was living a lie every time I woke up and half the shit I said when I opened my mouth was spin doctoring. The only way I was able to lay my head down at night was because I knew it was for a good reason. If my life fell apart, so be it—I had taken care of the stuff that truly mattered. My kids had trust funds that were untouchable. Alcott Inc. was protected. Benson Enterprises couldn’t be saved, but it wasn’t like any of my kids wanted to work there—by the time I was ready to retire, it would go to someone else unless they changed their mind.

“Mr. Benson.” Cassie turned towards me. “Your bride has arrived.”

Fuck…

“What do you need, my dear?” I created the kindest version of a sarcastic tone I could muster—because it had to look somewhat normal in public.

“Let’s talk in your office.” She motioned towards it.

“Fine…” I walked into my office and waited until the door was closed. “What the fuck do you want!?”