Determined: To Win (Determined Trilogy Book 3) by Elizabeth Brown
Authors: Elizabeth Brown
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The orgasm started as a spark deep within me and then split right up the middle and splintered me into a thousand pieces. As my cunt pulsed with pleasure, I moaned, and David erupted into a full deep orgasm. I felt his hot liquid erupt into me, the cum lubricating our fit as we coaxed the last bit of pleasure from our joining.
“Fuck,” I said as I collapsed onto the bed below me. “I fucking needed that. I didn’t even know how much I needed it. But I did.”
“Me too,” David said as he caught his breath. “God, you’re so fucking hot when you come, Samantha. I need to see that every day.”
I glanced over, his cock still hard as he looked at me. How does he do that? I looked up at him, expectantly.
“At your service, Ms. Sharp,” he said, the edges of his mouth twitching up.
I dove onto him and helped myself to two more orgasms before breakfast.
After we showered and dressed, I met David in the kitchen for breakfast. Thankfully, there was no green juice in sight, and instead a frittata and fruit were on the table. I helped myself to a cup of coffee from the counter and then settled in to chow down. I was wearing a low cut, sleeveless top and some slacks. David eyed me carefully as I took a seat.
“You look nice,” he said, pretending not to stare.
I looked down at my outfit. I knew he was talking about my shirt, and I knew he probably thought it was too low cut, and I didn’t care.
“Thanks. We’re going out for drinks tonight since it’s my last day.”
“And where is this?” David said coolly, pretending to be lost in the newspaper.
“Forbidden Island. It’s a tiki bar in Alameda. Have you been there?”
David furrowed his eyebrows. I knew very well that he hadn’t been there. Bars weren’t really his scene. I suppose I should be thankful; I shuddered to think what would happen if he was let loose in a room full of drunken, horny women.
“Maybe I should join you.”
I stared at him as he flipped the pages of his newspaper. I was pretty sure most people would be surprised to hear him make the offer, but I knew what was at the root of it. It was about keeping an eye on me … not celebrating with my co-workers.
“I mean, you could, but it’s just going to be me and the crew from work. I mean, you might not have fun.”
A flash of something passed over his face. Was it hurt? Whatever. Certainly David Keith could survive without me for an evening.
“It won’t be a late night. One or two drinks, and I’ll be back and we can have dinner together.”
This seemed to appease him. “Sounds great. Maybe we can meet somewhere downtown.”
“Now you’re talking.”
Elliot came by the kitchen just as we were finishing up. David and I kissed each other goodbye, and he retreated to his office to call his lawyer and PR person about Evan. Elliot and I headed to the garage, and we were on the Bay Bridge in less than ten minutes.
“You know Elliot, this is one of the last times you’ll be driving me over this bridge.”
He glanced back at me in the rearview mirror. “I suppose it is, Sam. How are you feeling about that? Does it feel strange?”
I paused. I’d been so busy lately that I hadn’t really had a chance to reflect on everything.
“I guess it’s sad, in a way. It’s the end of an era. I’ve been with Kinsler Gallery since before I graduated.”
“Curtis seems like a good guy. Granted, I’ve only observed him from a distance, but everyone there, they seem like good people.”
I felt something vibrate in my purse. I took out my phone. It was Eve calling. “Speak of the devil,” I said as I answered it. “Hey Eve, what’s up? I’m not late am I? I’m still on the bridge.”
“Sam,” Eve’s voice cracked. Something was up. I sat up, the seatbelt tugging against my shoulder.
“Eve, what’s the matter? Is everything okay?”
“Sam, it’s Curtis. He’s dead.”
17
I felt the entire car fall away from me. What was she talking about? “What do you mean,
“Fuck,” I said as I collapsed onto the bed below me. “I fucking needed that. I didn’t even know how much I needed it. But I did.”
“Me too,” David said as he caught his breath. “God, you’re so fucking hot when you come, Samantha. I need to see that every day.”
I glanced over, his cock still hard as he looked at me. How does he do that? I looked up at him, expectantly.
“At your service, Ms. Sharp,” he said, the edges of his mouth twitching up.
I dove onto him and helped myself to two more orgasms before breakfast.
After we showered and dressed, I met David in the kitchen for breakfast. Thankfully, there was no green juice in sight, and instead a frittata and fruit were on the table. I helped myself to a cup of coffee from the counter and then settled in to chow down. I was wearing a low cut, sleeveless top and some slacks. David eyed me carefully as I took a seat.
“You look nice,” he said, pretending not to stare.
I looked down at my outfit. I knew he was talking about my shirt, and I knew he probably thought it was too low cut, and I didn’t care.
“Thanks. We’re going out for drinks tonight since it’s my last day.”
“And where is this?” David said coolly, pretending to be lost in the newspaper.
“Forbidden Island. It’s a tiki bar in Alameda. Have you been there?”
David furrowed his eyebrows. I knew very well that he hadn’t been there. Bars weren’t really his scene. I suppose I should be thankful; I shuddered to think what would happen if he was let loose in a room full of drunken, horny women.
“Maybe I should join you.”
I stared at him as he flipped the pages of his newspaper. I was pretty sure most people would be surprised to hear him make the offer, but I knew what was at the root of it. It was about keeping an eye on me … not celebrating with my co-workers.
“I mean, you could, but it’s just going to be me and the crew from work. I mean, you might not have fun.”
A flash of something passed over his face. Was it hurt? Whatever. Certainly David Keith could survive without me for an evening.
“It won’t be a late night. One or two drinks, and I’ll be back and we can have dinner together.”
This seemed to appease him. “Sounds great. Maybe we can meet somewhere downtown.”
“Now you’re talking.”
Elliot came by the kitchen just as we were finishing up. David and I kissed each other goodbye, and he retreated to his office to call his lawyer and PR person about Evan. Elliot and I headed to the garage, and we were on the Bay Bridge in less than ten minutes.
“You know Elliot, this is one of the last times you’ll be driving me over this bridge.”
He glanced back at me in the rearview mirror. “I suppose it is, Sam. How are you feeling about that? Does it feel strange?”
I paused. I’d been so busy lately that I hadn’t really had a chance to reflect on everything.
“I guess it’s sad, in a way. It’s the end of an era. I’ve been with Kinsler Gallery since before I graduated.”
“Curtis seems like a good guy. Granted, I’ve only observed him from a distance, but everyone there, they seem like good people.”
I felt something vibrate in my purse. I took out my phone. It was Eve calling. “Speak of the devil,” I said as I answered it. “Hey Eve, what’s up? I’m not late am I? I’m still on the bridge.”
“Sam,” Eve’s voice cracked. Something was up. I sat up, the seatbelt tugging against my shoulder.
“Eve, what’s the matter? Is everything okay?”
“Sam, it’s Curtis. He’s dead.”
17
I felt the entire car fall away from me. What was she talking about? “What do you mean,
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