Romance: Love Dies Hard 2 (Billionaire Romance Series) (Hard to Love) by C.C. Cartwright
Authors: C.C. Cartwright
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Chapter 1
Marcus
Why do I feel like my heart’s been cut out? I can’t believe, just like that, she decides to go out with HIM. I thought we had a good thing going. Here we’ve been going at it like rabbit’s every other night of the week and she has the nerve to go out with some other guy. Unbelievable. I’m telling you again, Karma is biting me in the ass. The first girl I’ve actually cared about in a long, long time and she has a heart of stone. Ha, I should laugh, I’ve been accused of the same. Well, the last laugh is on you Marcus, you’ve been a fool. I need to move on and go back to the way I used to be before Sophie got under my skin. Women were just a good time. It has served me well over the years.
Why did Sophie have to go and blow it? I should call a girl from my little black book app in my phone to warm my bed tonight. Drown my sorrows deep inside some other woman. I can think of a few who could deliver a night of passionate and pleasurable empty sex, but somehow it doesn’t sound very appealing.
*****
It’s Sunday afternoon and there’s a knock at my door, who the hell could that be? I’m not expecting a soul and really just want to be left alone today to wallow in my own self-pity. I look through my peephole.
Shit, it’s Sophie. Should I open this door to more pain? She won’t even know I’m home, I’m not answering it. I walk back into the kitchen to pour myself another cup of coffee when I hear my cell phone chime alerting me to a text.
Sophie: Are you home? I’m standing at your front door. Please let me in.
Damn her for showing up here. She already made her choice, why is she here?
Sophie: Please, I know your home.
Begging is she? She’s so exasperating. I slowly stroll back to the front door, contemplating letting her in. What the hell, I’m a glutton for punishment. I open my front door to the temptation of her standing there with her trench coat open down the front and she’s trying to entice me with the hot pink lacey lingerie she’s wearing. She gives me a wicked little smile as I pull her in before any of my neighbors see her in this state of undress.
“I want you Marcus,” she says softly, wrapping her arms around my neck and gazing at me seductively.
“Damn you Sophie,” I cuss under my breath pulling her into me by the lapels of her trench coat and my lips crash down onto her ruby red lips. Our tongues dance and I show her how much I want her too as I rub my growing arousal against her hot pink panties and she wraps a leg around me. I pick her up and she curls both legs tightly around my hips and I march us straight to my bedroom. She clings tightly to me and buries her face into my neck, inhaling my scent, then kissing my neck and swirling her tongue into my ear. I have absolutely no will power when it comes to Sophie Shawn and I hate myself for it.
We get to the edge of my bed and I place her down on her feet as she slides her trench coat off, letting it drop to the floor. She looks irresistible in her hot pink bra and panties. I drop down before her and slide her panties down to her ankles and she slowly steps out of them and spreads her legs as I grasp her ass and pull her mound into my mouth and taste her. She entwines her fingers into my hair as I lap at her folds and she lets out a soft moan.
“Oh Marcus,” she murmurs and she pulls away sprawling herself out for me on my bed, showing me that she’s still mine to have my way with. Our eyes follow each other and she watches me pull my shirt over my head, I hear her breath catch. Good to know I still have an effect on her. I strip off my shorts and am now totally naked for her. I crawl onto her delicious body and rest on my elbows over her, and just stare into those beautiful eyes of hers that suck me into her soul.
“I hate myself for not being able to resist you,” I admit, waiting for a response from her.
“I’m sorry Marcus, just make love to me,” she pleads in her sweetly sexy
Marcus
Why do I feel like my heart’s been cut out? I can’t believe, just like that, she decides to go out with HIM. I thought we had a good thing going. Here we’ve been going at it like rabbit’s every other night of the week and she has the nerve to go out with some other guy. Unbelievable. I’m telling you again, Karma is biting me in the ass. The first girl I’ve actually cared about in a long, long time and she has a heart of stone. Ha, I should laugh, I’ve been accused of the same. Well, the last laugh is on you Marcus, you’ve been a fool. I need to move on and go back to the way I used to be before Sophie got under my skin. Women were just a good time. It has served me well over the years.
Why did Sophie have to go and blow it? I should call a girl from my little black book app in my phone to warm my bed tonight. Drown my sorrows deep inside some other woman. I can think of a few who could deliver a night of passionate and pleasurable empty sex, but somehow it doesn’t sound very appealing.
*****
It’s Sunday afternoon and there’s a knock at my door, who the hell could that be? I’m not expecting a soul and really just want to be left alone today to wallow in my own self-pity. I look through my peephole.
Shit, it’s Sophie. Should I open this door to more pain? She won’t even know I’m home, I’m not answering it. I walk back into the kitchen to pour myself another cup of coffee when I hear my cell phone chime alerting me to a text.
Sophie: Are you home? I’m standing at your front door. Please let me in.
Damn her for showing up here. She already made her choice, why is she here?
Sophie: Please, I know your home.
Begging is she? She’s so exasperating. I slowly stroll back to the front door, contemplating letting her in. What the hell, I’m a glutton for punishment. I open my front door to the temptation of her standing there with her trench coat open down the front and she’s trying to entice me with the hot pink lacey lingerie she’s wearing. She gives me a wicked little smile as I pull her in before any of my neighbors see her in this state of undress.
“I want you Marcus,” she says softly, wrapping her arms around my neck and gazing at me seductively.
“Damn you Sophie,” I cuss under my breath pulling her into me by the lapels of her trench coat and my lips crash down onto her ruby red lips. Our tongues dance and I show her how much I want her too as I rub my growing arousal against her hot pink panties and she wraps a leg around me. I pick her up and she curls both legs tightly around my hips and I march us straight to my bedroom. She clings tightly to me and buries her face into my neck, inhaling my scent, then kissing my neck and swirling her tongue into my ear. I have absolutely no will power when it comes to Sophie Shawn and I hate myself for it.
We get to the edge of my bed and I place her down on her feet as she slides her trench coat off, letting it drop to the floor. She looks irresistible in her hot pink bra and panties. I drop down before her and slide her panties down to her ankles and she slowly steps out of them and spreads her legs as I grasp her ass and pull her mound into my mouth and taste her. She entwines her fingers into my hair as I lap at her folds and she lets out a soft moan.
“Oh Marcus,” she murmurs and she pulls away sprawling herself out for me on my bed, showing me that she’s still mine to have my way with. Our eyes follow each other and she watches me pull my shirt over my head, I hear her breath catch. Good to know I still have an effect on her. I strip off my shorts and am now totally naked for her. I crawl onto her delicious body and rest on my elbows over her, and just stare into those beautiful eyes of hers that suck me into her soul.
“I hate myself for not being able to resist you,” I admit, waiting for a response from her.
“I’m sorry Marcus, just make love to me,” she pleads in her sweetly sexy
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