Forbidden Kiss (Carson Cove Scandals 1)

“Please…” Taylor dug her nails into my shoulders. “I want to feel you come.”

“Give me one more,” I growled into her ear. “Then you’ll get what you want.”

I was already struggling to hold back. I didn’t have the benefit of a release before I was inside her like the first time we were together. I wanted to see the bliss one more time before I erupted—even if I wanted to give in so bad my balls were starting to ache. I thrust my cock into her pussy and made sure I was hitting her g-spot every time I went deep. Her body began to shake, and I knew she was close—her head rolled back, and her mouth opened wide. I silenced her scream with a kiss before it could leave her lips and felt the orgasm rip through her. That was all I could handle—I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Oh fuck…” I pulled my lips away from hers and a primal roar echoed in my throat.

Taylor’s sweet orgasm made her pussy turn into my personal paradise as I began to come. A few quick thrusts made the cum surge through my shaft, and I unloaded my seed inside her. That was enough to make her taste bliss one more time, and the spasms milked me dry—I throbbed and pulsated until there was nothing left. My eruption sapped my strength and made my arms tremble. I pulled her close as I fell forward against the couch, and she was in my arms as I landed. Our lips met immediately, and a few tender kisses were shared as we let the afterglow of our passion take hold of us.

“I don’t want to wait until the weekend to see you again…” I stroked her hair and stared into those pale emerald eyes.

“I just—I don’t know…” She looked away.

“What did you want to talk to me about?” I tilted my head slightly. “It sounded serious—I just wanted you so bad I couldn’t hold back…”

I hope I erased whatever doubts she had—surely, she feels the connection that is forming between us.

“It was nothing.” She looked up at the ceiling. “I was just having an emotional moment.”

“Are you sure?” I tilted her chin until our eyes met again.

“Just hold me.” She refused to hold eye contact and snuggled into my arms with her head against my chest.

“Okay…” I nodded and sighed.

Something is still bothering her, but she doesn’t want to tell me what it is…

Taylor and I stayed tangled in our embrace for a couple of hours before she had to leave. I really didn’t want her to go—especially if something was left unsa

id—but she wasn’t ready to talk about it. The passion we shared was intense, and I hoped that the lingering concerns she had faded while she was in my arms. I had no way to confirm it, but some of the dismay seemed to have faded from her eyes when she left. I wished I could read her thoughts—or maybe I didn’t have to—maybe I was just seeing what I wanted to see when the harsh realities were right in front of my face. I didn’t want to admit them to myself, because that was a road we couldn’t come back from—it was laced with treachery and danger.

If this is going to work, we can’t dance around the inevitable forever. Victoria may not understand, but I can’t deny my feelings—and I don’t want to hide what we have or lie about it.

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The next day

I woke up in bed alone like I had every single day since my divorce. I hated it at first, but I got used to it as time confirmed our marriage was truly over. I didn’t want my bed to be empty anymore when the sun peeked over the clouds. I wanted to see Taylor’s gorgeous curves beside me—say good morning with a kiss—and find a way to get past the complications that she was hesitant to discuss. I didn’t know how we were going to do that, but there had to be an answer to the question we were both hiding from.

It’s not fair to have a heart beating in my chest if I can’t share it with someone else—and I’ve finally found someone that could very well claim it if we can both find a way to give in.

I spent my morning tending to a few investments, reviewing several accounts that needed my attention, and meeting with my clients. I stared at my calendar after lunch and noticed Cassie had added an appointment in the afternoon that wasn’t there when I started my day. It was with Jon—and I knew it wasn’t going to be an easy one. My team had been working on his account for two days, and there was no way to easily fix his problem. He could save his company and still give his wife a good settlement in the divorce, but it would shred his finances to pieces. It would require him to start over, and it was a terrible option. Selling the company was the smartest move, but I knew he wouldn’t be happy to hear that. Nothing about the situation was fair, and I was going to have to give him the bad news when he arrived.

“Mr. Benson.” Cassie pushed my door open. “Mr. Alcott is here.”

He’s early—apparently, he doesn’t want to wait to find out how bad it really is…

“Send him in.” I stood up from my desk and walked over to pour a drink—he was going to need it.

“Yes sir.” Cassie nodded and closed the door.

Fuck, there has to be a better way…

“I’m sorry I showed up early.” Jon pushed my door open less than a minute after Cassie closed it.

“No problem.” I handed him the drink as soon as he walked in. “Let’s talk.”

“What is there to talk about?” He sat down with a thud. “I already know I’m fucked…”