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  Thomas ran his hands up my back and down my chest, cupping my sensitive breasts and brushing his thumbs over my stiff nipples. I buried my face in Thomas’s neck to muffle my scream of pleasure.

  “So sensitive,” Thomas purred.

  I blushed hotly. After five years of being together, Thomas knew my body inside and out. I’d thought that after a while, sex would become routine.

  But no – if anything, it was hotter than ever. Each time we made love, Thomas took me to new heights of insane, delicious pleasure. I could barely stand how he made me feel – always at the brink of an explosive orgasm.

  Thomas took his hands away from my breasts and I cried out, wanting more. But soon he was moving them over the newly rounded curve of my belly and down to my hot pussy. I was so wet that I was leaking juices all over Thomas and slipping around in my own arousal was both embarrassing and incredibly hot. As Thomas slid a finger between my legs and gently began to flick my clit, I moaned and purred with pleasure.

  “So wet,” Thomas growled in my ear. “My good little girl, always ready for me.”

  “Yes, sir,” I whispered. “I’m yours forever.”

  Thomas pulled his hand away and grabbed me roughly by the hips, flipping me over on my back. He crawled between my legs and looked at me, lust blazing in his dark eyes. His silvery hair was tousled from a restless night and he was unshaven.

  I’d never seen him look sexier.

  Spreading my legs, I licked my lips and gave what I hoped was an inviting look. Thomas’s cock was hard, nestled in a small thatch of silver pubic hair. I gazed down, salivating as I imagined how it would feel when he plunged inside of me for the very first time.

  Just as Thomas was about to enter me, the door burst open.

  “Eek!” I screamed and pulled the duvet over my naked body. Thomas growled, pulling the sheet up to his hips, just enough to cover his erect cock.

  “Oh, fuck,” Brett said. “I’m so sorry.” He was standing in the doorway. But when I noticed the smirk on his fifteen-year-old face, I rolled my eyes.

  “You’re not sorry at all,” I said. “Get out!”

  Brett walked out of the room, forgetting to close the door after him.

  “You ever fucking heard of knocking?” Thomas bellowed.

  We glanced at each other before bursting into giggles.

  “Sorry,” Thomas mumbled. He rolled his eyes. “Goddamned kid needs to learn some boundaries.” He glanced at me and raised an eyebrow. “Try again?”

  I wrinkled my nose. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I don’t think it’s still there for me.”

  Thomas nodded. He leaned close and kissed me. “That’s okay, babe,” he said. “I promise – later tonight, you’re going to be begging for my cock.”

  I blushed hotly as Thomas’s stubble brushed against my face. “I know,” I said softly. “I can’t wait.”

  Thomas groaned and stretched, climbing out of bed and pulling on a pair of black boxer shorts. “What time is it?” He narrowed his eyes and picked up his reading glasses from the side of the bed.

  “You’re an old man,” I teased.

  “Watch it,” Thomas growled. He winked at me and we burst out laughing. “I feel better than ever.”

  I giggled. “I should hope so,” I added. “Considering you’re about to become Daddy Number Two.”

  Thomas glanced with fondness at my growing belly.

  “Pregnancy is so weird,” I complained. “One minute all I can think about is sex.”

  “And the next?”

  “Food,” I moaned, burying my face in my hands. “I’m getting so big! I’m a heifer, Thomas. I can’t even zip my jeans.”

  “I like you this way,” Thomas chuckled. “You’re curvy.”

  I glared at him. “I miss sushi,” I said dreamily, climbing out of bed and pulling on a loose cotton dress. It was one of the only things I had that still fit me. “And soft cheese. And wine,” I added.

  Thomas smirked. “As soon the baby’s born, we’re going out to Daniel,” Thomas said.

  I laughed. “Sounds good, Daddy,” I said, batting my lashes.

  “Are you excited about today?”

  My stomach rumbled with anxiety. “I am,” I confessed. “But I’m a little nervous, too.”

  “Don’t be,” Thomas said. He buttoned up his shirt and ran a brush through his thick, silvery hair.

  “I just don’t want things to change,” I said softly. “What if having a new baby comes between us?”

  Thomas sighed. He walked over to me and put his hands on my shoulders, looking into my eyes and kissing me deeply.

  “June, nothing could tear me away from you,” he said. “Things are going to be different. At first, they’ll be strained. But I swear, our love is forever. And after the baby gets a little older, things will get back to normal.”

  I nodded. “I have to admit that I feel a little better, knowing you’ve done this before.”

  Thomas laughed. “I bet,” he said. “Come on, we should get going. Your appointment is at eleven-thirty, wouldn’t want to piss off the ultrasound tech.”

  I nodded. “I’m good,” I said. “I’m ready now.”

  Half an hour later, I was lying on an uncomfortable bed, propped up with my belly exposed. Even though I hadn’t gained more than the doctor said I should, I still felt huge and gawky, especially when I was naked.

  Marie, the smiling ultrasound tech, rubbed a cold gel all over my belly.

  “And how are we today?” Marie cooed, more to my stomach than to me.

  Thomas and I exchanged glances.

  “Doing well,” Thomas said. “And you?”

  “Oh, I’m just fine,” Marie said. She took the ultrasound device in her hands and booted up the screen. “Now June, you’re about four and a half months along, correct?”

  I nodded.

  “Would you like to know the sex?”

  I nodded. “Oh, yes,” I said. “Please.”

  Marie grinned. “Hey, Dad, why don’t you come over here,” she said, gesturing for Thomas to stand by my side and hold my hand. “This is usually a very happy moment.”

  Thomas grinned. “It certainly is for me.”

  Thomas laced his fingers with mine and squeezed. I yelped in surprise as Marie began to move the ultrasound device over my swollen belly.

  “It’s cold,” I whimpered.

  “Poor baby,” Thomas said. He kissed my forehead. “I love you,” he whispered, too quietly for Marie to hear.

  “I love you,” I mouthed back at Thomas.

  “Okay!” Marie grinned and looked triumphant. “Here it is, the final moment. Ready to know?”

  Tears welled up in my eyes and my face flushed bright red.

  “Yes, please,” I said.

  “Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. March,” Marie said. “You’re having a little girl!”

  I shrieked in delight as tears streamed down my face. Thomas and I kissed and he held me close.

  “Are you happy?” I whispered.

  “I’ve never been happier,” Thomas said. He grinned.

  I smiled. All of the anxiety and tension I’d been feeling melted away from my body and I relaxed against the bed.

  Somehow, things had ended absolutely perfect. I couldn’t wait for us to welcome our new daughter. And while a part of me was slightly nervous about how a baby would change our family, I knew deep down that everything would be wonderful.

  2

  Second Chance

  Blurb

  Beverley Wade has always been a nerd. In college, she had eyes only for her books and the campus heartthrob, Grant Jennings. Grant was not only a fantasy for her but was way out of her league and also was her biggest competitor. By the time college was over, Beverley was relieved that she wouldn’t have to deal with her conflicting emotions for Grant any longer.

  But when her start-up tech company in Silicon Valley faces financial disaster, the highly successful Grant Jennings swoops in to buy her off. Not only is Beverl
ey furious that her old rival wants to buy her company, but it seems like suddenly he can’t keep his hands off her either.

  Can Beverly trust Grant? Or, will Grant’s chiseled body and dreamy eyes be too hard for Beverly to resist?

  Chapter 1

  Beverley

  I looked on either side before crossing the road, safety first! Even though my mind was whirling with thoughts and I couldn’t concentrate on a single thing, I could still walk to my office blindfolded. I knew these streets like the back of my hand. I couldn’t fathom what it would feel like, to not go to that office any more. I’d dedicated the past four years of my life to it. Building up the company from scratch, working weekends to ensure that we might be able to finally break even. I had poured my blood and sweat and soul into it, and just when I thought that I just might be able to make it…my accountant told me that the company was going under, that I wouldn’t be able to pay my employees and the only way out would be to sell the company while I still could.

  This was an absolute nightmare. I was walking to the office, but I might as well have been a ghost, because I wasn’t thinking any more. What was I supposed to do now? Get a job? I’d been self-employed since college.

  From the moment I graduated, I made plans of starting my own company. The tech industry was reaching its peaks and I had an idea for a mobile game. I moved to Silicon Valley, rented a small apartment and converted it into an office. I wrote the code for the app myself and within the first three months, it had reached a thousand downloads on various app stores. I hired employees, I set up a separate office space and we worked tirelessly to ensure its success.

  And now it wasn’t the way I expected. I would have to sell the game to a bigger corporation just to stay out of bankruptcy and be able to pay my employees. I was ashamed and angry and feeling completely lost.

  I took the stairs up to my office, and pushed open the wooden door that led me to the small reception area. My office had three rooms. A reception area for Susan, the receptionist, a room for the other two programmers and one for myself where I sat behind a desk facing three connected computer screens.

  Susan looked up at me with a nervous expression on her face when I walked in.

  “Morning, Bev,” she said and I forced a smile on my face. There was no reason for me to smile any more.

  “Morning, Susan. I’ll be in my office if there are any calls for me,” I said, still in a daze. But, Susan stood up all of a sudden and startled me.

  “Bev, there has been an offer” she said, and I looked at her still a little confused with my brows crossed.

  “An offer for what?” I asked her and Susan looked like she was struggling to get the words out.

  “For the company, you know?” she said and my heart sank. This was getting more real by the minute.

  “Someone made an offer to buy my company?” I asked her in a raised voice. Sasha, one of the programmers, stuck his head out from his room and looked at us. Susan sat back down and nodded her head, like she was ashamed of herself. They all knew exactly how badly I was taking this.

  “Who is it?” I asked Susan, who also doubled up as my assistant and secretary. She looked at her papers, and shuffled through her notes.

  “I got a call from them only half an hour ago. From the offices of Lonex Apps?” Susan said and looked up at me. Now, she was beginning to look like she was worried for me.

  “Lonex Apps?” I said, in a much shriller voice. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

  “That’s what the man said on the phone,” Susan replied and I fisted the palms of my hands and tried to control my rage.

  “You mean, Grant Jennings’ company?” I asked and Susan shrugged her shoulders.

  I was asking the wrong person, Susan wasn’t up to date with the inner workings of Silicon Valley. But, I had no one else to take my temper out on, and I had a lot of temper inside me at that moment. I couldn’t believe that Grant Jennings’ company wanted to make an offer.

  “What does this mean?” Sasha’s voice interrupted my thoughts and I whipped around to face him with narrowed eyes.

  “I don’t know what this means. I don’t even know what they want,” I growled at him.

  “Lonex is huge, they are becoming even bigger by the day. I’m sure if they want to buy us out, they’ll have a big sum to offer…don’t you think?” Sasha continued, unaware of the bubbling feelings of rage that were erupting in me.

  I tried to control them, I barely could. Sasha’s words were slowly sinking into my brain and driving me nuts. Just when I thought that my day couldn’t get any worse, it had.

  “I mean, Grant Jennings…that dude really knows what he’s doing. I bet he has big plans for the app. This could actually be great, Bev,” Sasha said and I shook my head silently. I didn’t want to hear his name, I didn’t want to think about what Grant Jennings wanted to do with my company. I wouldn’t sell to him even if I had to go bankrupt.

  “Hey, didn’t you go to college with him or something?” Sasha said and I glared at him, before turning on my heels and walking straight into my office. I banged the door shut behind me and leaned against it, just to catch my breath.

  This was the worst possible way that Grant Jennings could make a re-entrance into my life. I thought I never had to think about him again. That my feelings for him in college were over and I could finally move on with my life. But here he was again, turning my world upside down…but this time I was resolved not to let him.

  Chapter 2

  Grant

  The meeting was set up for the next afternoon. Our secretaries had spoken to each other, so I hadn’t actually heard Beverley’s voice, but I got the feeling that she wasn’t pleased. In fact, I had expected her to turn down even before meeting up with me. But, I had a look at the company’s financials, I was aware of their state of affairs. That would have made her desperate to meet with me.

  I was sitting behind my desk in my swanky new office, and a smile erupted on my face when I thought about her. Beverley Wade…my biggest competition in college. We had four classes together, and in each one of them she always made a point to try and prove herself to our teachers and to me. She had underestimated me in the beginning. I was captain of the basketball team, I dated cheerleaders…she had probably assumed that I was just a jock. That I was also an ace student and that I’d turn out to be her biggest competitor in class; was not something she anticipated.

  Beverley was something of a nerd in college, the exact opposite of me. That is what the rest of the world thought, including her. With black rimmed circular glasses, her dirty blonde hair tied in a ponytail at the back of her head; she was always in oversized t-shirts and plain shirts and ill-fitting jeans. She took pride in her scores, not in her looks. She had a fiery temper and always took the high moral road.

  Beverley sat at the front of the class and always had her hand up when questions were asked. While I sat at the back, and if I happened to give the right answers; she never failed to whip around and shoot me a look. But, surprise was always mixed with her rage. She was always shocked that I had the answers and then that shock immediately turned to anger that I had managed to trump her.

  My friends thought she was a geek. Everyone thought Beverley was a geek. A fairly attractive geek but a geek nevertheless!

  To me, Beverley was delicious. Her anger and competition with me, made me secretly smile and fantasize about taming her. What would Beverley taste of? What would it feel like to pin her down in my bed? Sometimes, when I slept with another new cheerleader, or a sorority girl…I imagined Beverley’s face and I could never control myself after that. She was like a forbidden fruit. I knew I could never have her. She detested me, but it was exciting just imagining it. Undoing that ponytail, taking off her glasses, overpowering her and making her orgasm. That would teach her.

  It wasn’t just sexual though, she challenged me. I found it refreshing to go to class and try to beat her to it, but she never seemed to be having fun. It was always a competi
tion to her, while to me it was just a friendly game. And now we had found ourselves in this position. We had both started tech companies to build apps and games, and we had big ideas for it. We had both moved to Silicon Valley with this idea and very little money in our pockets, and she maintained her distance from me. But in the past four years that we had been here, I had not once bumped into her. It had to be a carefully constructed scenario, I could sense that she had been avoiding me like the plague. Probably because of my company’s success.

  I had the backing of wealthy investors within six months of starting Lonex, while I heard that Beverley was still trying to perfect her app. I paid attention to the business side, passing over programing reigns and responsibility to a dedicated team of experts. I focused on expanding my company, while Beverley still wrote her own code, worked with only two programmers and hadn’t found any investors yet.

  I wished I could reach out to her and give her some advice, but there was no way that she would have accepted it. In her eyes, I was still the womanizing basketball heartthrob who sweet talked his way into getting better grades. She thought I was an airhead, while she was the genius. And probably I didn’t deserve any of the success I had gathered.

  Now here we were. She was on the brink of bankruptcy and I was a billionaire. I didn’t have to talk to her to know that she was not a fan of this situation. But there was no way that I was simply going to sit back and allow Beverley’s company and hard work disintegrate into nothing. Whether we were friends or not, I still believed that she was the smartest person I’d ever met. Buying out her company was a no-brainer. Even if she didn’t look at it as a rescue, that was the only way I knew how to keep her afloat.

  It had been close to five years since I last saw her, we were both in our late twenties by now, on two different ends of the spectrum; but I hadn’t stopped thinking about her. I knew nothing about her personal life, I practically knew nothing else other than that her company was sinking; but just the prospect of seeing her again excited me.