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  “Earth to Julien, tuck your damn tongue back in your mouth. You look like a wolf cartoon character right now.” I feel wolfish, and she’s my prey. I’d love to eat her up from head to toe, stopping to enjoy her creamy center.

  “I don’t have my tongue out,” I grunt, waiting for her to look my way.

  “Yes, but you haven’t taken your eyes off that group of women. What’s going on, Julien?”

  “I found my future wife.” The words fall effortlessly from my lips.

  “Future wife? You don’t know those women. Hell, I don’t even know which of them you’re talking about.”

  “The beauty in the black dress,” I answer while keeping my eyes on her.

  “Lord, that narrowed it down.” He slaps his hand down on the table with disbelief in his voice. I just ignore him because she’s all that matters.

  “The one that refuses to look at me,” I growl, intensifying my stare, willing her to look at me.

  “Ah, I sense some negative karma.” He chuckles, knowing my antisocial ass is getting a taste of my own medicine.

  “Shut up. She doesn’t even know that she’s become mine.”

  “What if she’s got a man?” It’s a question that pisses me off, but I have a simple solution.

  “She’s not wearing a ring, so I guess he doesn’t fucking matter to me. And if there is some asshole, he won’t be matter at all.” Because I’ll make him disappear.

  “Wow, what the hell happened to my dickhead, quiet brother who hates people?” He laughs as he says it.

  “That hasn’t changed. She’s the exception.” I continue to stare at her, absorbing her pure aura, craving this woman unlike anything I’ve ever known before. She sweeps her long, dark hair off her shoulder, revealing that luscious pale skin that I want to bite.

  “I think you’ve lost it. No. As a matter of fact, I know you’ve lost it.”

  “No, I’ve found it.” I grab my drink and guzzle it before setting it down with feeling before standing and adjusting my suit. My cock’s stiffer than my drink, making me more and more anxious to meet my wife.

  “Julien, we still have to go over the candidates.”

  “Fuck the candidates,” I snarl through clenched teeth. I straighten my suit jacket and then walk toward her table just as a large man approaches seconds before me. I’m about to knock his ass out, but he quickly grabs the blonde and flips her over his shoulder, eliminating one problem.

  “Idiot, put me down,” she squeals with a giggle at the end. He just grunts a “no” and carries her away. She calls out, “Look who’s here to see you, Mare. Remember what I said. He’s fine as hell.” The guy swats her ass.

  My woman’s eyes dart straight in my direction, ending up right at my crotch and then moving upward. “Hello, I’m Julien Beaumont.”

  “She’s Marilyn Shaw, a virgin, and it’s time for me to go. See ya, girl. Let me know how it goes.” The other friend stands and walks away. I take her seat because I have no intention of giving this beautiful woman an opportunity to leave as well, especially given the very private information her friend just divulged.

  I sit up straight and stare at her, trying to calm my racing heart. “So, Marilyn, it seems we’re finally alone.”

  She looks around the room, but I want her eyes back on me. Thankfully, she doesn’t take long. “Not quite. It looks like we’re in a room full of people, Julien.” Fuck me. Is she tempting me with her pursed red lips? The way she said my name. Fuck. It was like a sensual kiss on my cock.

  I reach out and take her hand in mine, feeling her soft fingers under my larger ones. Electricity shoots through the tips all the way to my heart. Fuck, I need to have her soon or I’m going to lose it. “If we go back to my hotel room, I’m not sure you’ll be a virgin by the end of the night.”

  Her body fills with tension and then she asks, “Are you married?”

  Shaking my head slightly, I look into her dark brown eyes. I answer her honestly. “No.” Well, based on the question she asked. Not the question in my head. Because I will be married soon…to her.

  “Then maybe I don’t want to be a virgin anymore,” she confesses. I groan as my dick swells against my gray slacks, stretching the expensive material. It better prove its worth and hold until I get her alone.

  “Well, that’s where we have a problem, ma chérie. I’m not just interested in fucking you for a night.”

  “Well, maybe that’s all that you’ll get.” She sassily twists her lips before taking one more sip from her drink.

  Standing up, I pull out my wallet and drop a hundred-dollar bill on the table for the waitress. “We’ll see about that.” Taking her hand and dragging her out of her seat, I lead her out of the hotel bar. My brother watches in shock, mouth open, but he doesn’t say a word.

  Chapter Three

  Marilyn

  We reach the bank of elevators, and he hits the up button just before he pins me to the wall with his waist firmly against my core. “I’m going to kiss you now, Marilyn.” He’s not asking for permission. It’s a warning.

  “Please,” I beg, needing that sensuous-looking mouth on mine. His gray eyes darken as he drops his head and his lips crush mine as our eyes close.

  “The elevator,” someone says beside us. Julien has me tucked so tightly to him that I can’t see who it is; however, the muffled voice sounds vaguely familiar.

  “Oh,” Julien grunts, pulling back and taking my hand to lead me inside. He doesn’t bother looking at the person and then hits the button for the top floor.

  “I’ll wait for the next one,” the guy says. Julien doesn’t bother to wait for the doors to close before I’m against the wall and his mouth is on mine, dominating me. I moan, crying out as I grind my hips on his hard ridge. The thick meat between his legs pulses against my core, and he pushes harder.

  “I need to be inside you.” The doors open, and he scoops me up in his big, strong arms, carrying me out of the elevator and then to his suite. He kicks the door closed with his foot and then puts me down on the sofa. His hands slide up my thighs, fingers flexing, gripping my muscles roughly and mashing them as he feels his way to my ass. We rock and grind, kissing violently until he pulls his lips away with a growl.

  “Fuck, you’re made for me.”

  “Julien,” I breathe, moaning as he ducks his head down and his tongue dips along my throat. “I need you to take me.”

  “I am, and I’m never giving you back.” His fingers work my zipper down my back, pausing to slide his hands along my bare skin. “So smooth. I want to strip you and lick every inch and see if you taste sweet everywhere.”

  “There’s only one way to find out,” I challenge. It’s foolish since I’ve no experience, but there’s just something about this man that sends every hormone into overdrive. I don’t know if it’s the girls’ words or his, but all I want is for him to take me until there is no innocence left in me.

  Tugging down one strap and then the other, he lowers my dress, revealing my breasts. “Wow, so perfect, Marilyn.” His hand wraps around one breast, squeezing it as he sucks my nipple into his mouth, grazing it with his pearly white teeth.

  “Julien, I need more. Don’t stop.” I grip his hair and run my fingers through it, feeling the thick, silky strands. I need his clothes off too, so I tug at his jacket. “I need to feel you against me, please.”

  “No need to beg, but it does sound like music from your lips.” He kisses me quickly before standing, sliding off his suit jacket and then going for his tie. I watch him as his eyes linger on my chest and his tongue swipes along his lips. “Strip and show me your sweet cookie.” My pussy heats up at his words, gushing all over my silky red panties. “It’s all mine, and I want it now.” I stare, mesmerized as he undoes his slacks that are barely containing his monster of a cock inside.

  I lick my lips, wondering when I became such a nympho given I’ve never been with a man. Reaching out, I grab his cock through his boxer briefs and let my knees hit the carpet. “I wanna l
ick the lollipop.”

  “Just one lick, my beauty.” I shove down his boxers and that massive length bounces free. I’m not sure I can do more than lick it, but I suddenly feel like a bad girl. Gripping his girth at the base, I lick from the edge of my hand to the tip where a bead of cream is waiting for me, but I don’t pull away. No, I wrap my lips around his engorged head, sucking on his thick pole. A guttural moan rips through him, and my pussy flutters at his nonverbal praise.

  He grips my hair, pulling it hard, yanking me off his cock so fast I have dribble coming off my lips. “You’re a bad girl. I told you just one lick.”

  I smile up at him with an arched brow and a smart-ass attitude, knowing he’s beyond turned on. “It was only one lick. You didn’t say I couldn’t suck it.”

  “You’re going to learn to do what I say, my beauty.” Hunger and lust darken his eyes as he kicks off his shoes and then tugs off his boxers with his pants before he steps closer with his massive cock and taps it on my lips. “Open up. Time to take orders.”

  I’m nearly coming on the spot from what’s to come. I run my fingers between my thighs, slipping them under my panties. I give him my mouth like a good girl, and he slides his length inside, pushing it in a couple of inches, but he’s too much for me to take so he slowly pulls out and then in again.

  Repeatedly, he fucks my mouth until he growls and pulls completely out without coming. He bends down and presses his mouth roughly to mine. “You look so sexy with lips so thoroughly fucked, but my cum is for your pussy.”

  He takes my hand from my panties and then brings my fingers to his lips, sucking each one. “Pussy’s finger-licking good, but I’m going to need to sample straight from the source.” Lifting me up like I’m a feather, he carries me to the bed in just my heels and panties.

  My heart’s pounding out of my chest, and I look at him and know that this isn’t just some fling for me. Even though we’ve just met, I feel a connection to him. It’s not love, because that would be crazy. Lust? Hell, yes, but it’s like maybe we can have more than tonight.

  I cup his face and say, “Promise me you’re not married.”

  He kisses my nose before looking at me with sincerity in his eyes. “I promise, Marilyn. Until tonight, I didn’t know there was someone I’d ever want to wake up next to.” Before I can respond, his mouth lands on mine, silencing any response.

  Julien moves down my body, kissing my mons over the silly daisy panties I slipped on. “Ma marguerite, I feel like a lucky man.” His blunt fingers grip the hem of my panties and slide them down my legs. “Let me get rid of these. As sexy as they are, I only want you wearing my sweat and cum.”

  He delves his talented tongue between my slit, licking and sucking on my juicy hole until I’m screaming his name.

  “We can stop now if you’d like, Marilyn.”

  “Have you changed your mind?”

  “Not one bit. I want to be inside more than anything, but I won’t rush you, no matter what I said earlier.”

  “Well, I need you in me. I want you inside me. Julien, take me.”

  “Fair warning—you’re mine.” We kiss again before he presses the tip of his thick cock through my slit. Slowly he stretches me, inch by inch until he hits the last strands of my innocence, tearing it to shreds. I let out a mixed cry and moan as the pain and pleasure intertwine.

  “I’m sorry, my beauty.”

  “I’m fine. You’re just so big,” I say shakily.

  “You feel so good around my cock.” He rocks forward, fucking my pussy slowly, working in and out until I’m coming and then he roars, shooting his load deep inside me.

  Gasping and breathing heavily, he rolls onto his back with his arms around me, cradling me close. “That was amazing,” he groans. I brush my lips against his shoulder and then rest my head only to hear him whisper, “Mine.”

  ****

  I wake up with the realization of what I’ve done and where I need to be in an hour. Turning my head, I see Julien’s handsome face unbothered, relaxed. It almost makes me want to forget all I’ve worked to prove, but I can’t. Steeling my spine, I quickly and quietly sneak out of his bed and gather my clothes. Fuck, my zipper won’t go up. I grab his dress shirt and put it over me and walk out of the hotel room with my things, stealing one glance back at the most handsome man I’ve ever met.

  My chest aches as I make my way to the elevator. I should have told him what my room number is or at least given him my number. I’m not going to be around for the whole day, and I don’t know when he’s leaving.

  Still, I am preparing for the bake-off, where five companies will be there to look at all of us to see if any of us meet their standards. I get downstairs and into the kitchen area with all the other candidates when I see the man who had been sitting with Julien standing there with a tablet in his hand. My eyes scan the room, but I don’t see him anywhere. What if he’s one of the other bakers? What if he’s one of the employers?

  Chapter Four

  Julien

  The sound of the door clicking shut wakes me from the best night of my life. I know she's left me and I have seconds to catch her, so I'm on my feet, slipping on my boxer briefs and running out of the room.

  Damn it, the weight of my dumbass decision hits me when I feel my door close behind me. Fuck. I don't have anything on me, not even my cell phone nor my room keycard as I stand in the middle of the empty hallway. I press the button for the elevator that had just closed before I stepped fully out of my room. It takes a moment for it to make its way back up. However, once it comes up, I press the emergency stop and call button.

  Seconds later, a male voice answers, “Hello, how can we help you?”

  “I’m Julien Beaumont, staying in the penthouse suite, and I’ve locked myself out of my room.”

  “You can come down to the lobby and get another key, sir.”

  “I’m not quite dressed, so if you could send up one of your male employees to let me in. All of my identification is inside the room.”

  “We’ll send someone up in a moment.” I could almost hear the laughter on the other end as they hung up. Fucking asshole.

  I wait against the wall because there is another penthouse suite up here and I don’t want them to come out of their room and see me in my underwear. Not that my body isn’t cut with rippling muscle, but I hate to have people look at me. It’s how I’ve managed to stay out of the limelight even though I own one of the world’s most successful bakeries and two world-class restaurants.

  A man comes up with a tablet and notices my predicament. “Hello, sir. Let me get you back inside.”

  “That’s it? There’s no verification?” I don’t like the lack of security in this hotel.

  “Sir, when you called, we looked up the security footage to the moment right before you called down. We noticed that a young lady had left. It’s clear you came from the room and you’re the sole occupant. Did she rob you?”

  “No. I mean…not that I would know, but that’s not why I was trying to bring her back. Can you assist me with locating her?”

  “I’m sorry, sir, but she got off on another floor and because she’s a guest, I can’t provide any of that information. It would be a violation of privacy, and we could be sued.”

  “I’ll find her myself,” I snarl, wanting to deck the fucker for being almost useless.

  “This time, I suggest you put on some clothes after gathering your keycard,” he remarks, looking down at my body.

  “Oh, yes. Damn, she has me all messed up,” I grunt, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. I need to get ready to locate that woman. My phone rings on the floor somewhere. I dig around and find it, only to have missed a call from my brother.

  George shoots me a text: I hope you’re in the damn elevator because the bake-off starts in thirty minutes.

  Son of a bitch. I don’t give a fuck about the bake-off. I need to find my woman and demand she tell me why she ran from me. She gave me her virginity, let me fill he
r with my seed, and then just took off as soon as the sun was up.

  After a quick shower, I clean up my clothes from yesterday and realize that ma marguerite stole more than my heart—my favorite dress shirt is gone too. I’m going to have to spank her ass good when I find her and then fuck her holes so good she doesn’t want to leave again.

  My phone goes off again, so I swipe it off the dresser and answer my brother’s call. “Why are you harassing me?”

  “Because you’re late, and you’re never late.”

  “I had a little problem. Take notes for me, and I’ll be there soon.”

  “There are people down here that are waiting for you.”

  “You know I hate people.”

  “Not all people. Did you lose your…last night?” he asks like the asshole he is. I will choke him when I get a chance, but for now, all I want to do is find her.

  “Mind your business. I’m coming.”

  “I hope you did as well last night, and I’m not talking about a solo job.”

  “Shut it, George. I’m on my way down. Also, we need someone who’s willing to get me information on a guest staying at the hotel,” I say.

  “Stop focusing on her and get down here. That’s what you got my ass down for in the first place when I have so many other better things to do.”

  I grumble and end the call, tucking my phone in my suit jacket pocket. After fixing my tie, I gather my keycard, my portfolio case, keys, and wallet, and step out of the room. At least this time I’m dressed.

  The entire elevator ride seems to take forever as people step on. Still, it gives me a chance to see if she gets on. Unfortunately, by the time I reached the lobby, she hadn’t climbed aboard. I exit with a scowl that sends people running in the opposite direction.

  “Ah, Mr. Beaumont. The bakers have already arrived at their stations and are set up to bake several treats of their own preference with the limited ingredients given,” Gretchen says, walking up to me. She’s the receptionist for the office and here on behalf of George to take notes.