Chapter 1 If S*x Was A Person

• Leilani
• Hot mouths.
• Wandering hands.
• Deep, wet kisses.
• Massive male hands. Oh, those hands. They made me feel
• sensations that felt illegal. But nothing feels more illegal than writhing
• beneath a male body three times bigger than yours. Three times warmer. Three
• times wilder. Three times hornier. Moaning beneath that ripped body and
• skilled hands were heaven and sin… Pure sin.
• It was pure, carnal sin. I prayed for forgiveness,
• alright. But if you ask me…I’d do it all over again.
• *
• “Are you really gonna keep me waiting, baby?” I called
• out, eyebrows raised in mild frustration. Leave it to Neil to keep his fiancée
• waiting after she put so much effort into a romantic tub bath and wine.
• “I’ll be right with you, babe, I promise.” Neil’s voice
• called back, distracted by a phone call. Probably.
• Huffing, I turned around to stare at my reflection in the
• mirror behind me. My long dark hair cascaded down my shoulders and back, baby
• hairs framing my face in soft curls. My brown eyes gleamed with satisfaction as
• I took in my tempting appearance in the barely-there adult lingerie I had on.
• Neil would lose his mind to lust when he steps in here.
• As soon as he gets off that fucking call.
• One minute.
• Five minutes.
• Ten minutes.
• What the fuck? I leaned off where I was perched and
• walked towards the bathroom door, ready to snatch that phone from his hand and
• throw it into the fish tank. But as I reached the doorway, Neil was just a few
• steps away, shirtless, with his blonde hair sticking all over the place in that
• delicious way that made girls blush.
• I was not in the mood to blush.
• He gave me a boyish smile that lit up his face. Then
• froze. His blue eyes slowly traveled down my body as if he was seeing me for
• the first time. My lips quirked. His eyes lingered on my hips, moved up to my
• almost-naked breasts, and stayed there.
• “Damn.” He breathed.
• I folded my arms, the movement pushing my breasts
• together and forward some more, like an offering to a sex god. He inhaled
• sharply and a smile of womanly knowledge curved my lips.
• “Wanna come to the tub, baby?” I whispered.
• His eyes snapped back to meet mine, swirling with lust.
• “If anyone’s gonna come right now, babe, it’s you.”
• He advanced towards me, and I could see the very obvious
• strain of his sweats around the crotch area. I took two steps back in the
• doorway, giggling. He caught me in his arms and landed a smack on my ass.
• “Easy tiger.” I purred, smiling while snaking my arms
• around his neck.
• “Fuck, Leila, you should have warned me…” His head dug
• into my neck, trying to inhale more of my scent. “Fuck!”
• He smacked me again and squeezed, earning a gasp of
• delight from me. “Neil…”
• He hummed in response, dragging his hands up my body. My
• eyes met his before his gaze flicked down to my lips.
• “Let’s get in the tub, baby,” I whispered, raking one
• hand through his hair, dragging the other down his arm. His eyes were still
• fixated on my lips, biting his own lip in hunger. Then, he leaned in to claim
• my mouth, stopping midway when the shrill cry of his phone pierced through the
• lust-filled air.
• “Shit!”
• “Ignore it,” I piqued, grabbing him back to me but he
• hesitated for a moment and then softly pulled back, dragging a hand through his
• hair.
• “Sorry, babe. I gotta take it.”
• My mouth dropped open. He flashed me an apologetic smile
• and walked towards the screaming phone, picking it from the king-sized bed, and
• moved further away towards a huge window, like always. Neil always did this,
• taking fucking business calls in the middle of a steamy moment. There
• was a time I was really pissed that he had to get on a call with some business
• bastards when he had promised to give me a full body massage. So, I slid under
• the table and teased his cock to mess the call-up.
• It worked.
• A smile appeared on my face at the memory. I heard Neil
• suddenly laugh and I turned in his direction to see him running a hand through
• his hair again. It was a habit. I found it so adorable. Sighing, I walked over
• to him, wrapping my hands around his arm.
• “That’s amazing, bro,” He mused, eyes glinting like he
• was laughing at a private joke. Bro? It was not a business call. I shook
• my head in disapproval. He left me to talk to a bro? Well, let’s see how
• long this call would last. Leaning further into him, I pressed his arm tighter
• against my chest and placed a small wet, teasing, lingering kiss on it.
• I felt him tense.
• “Yeah?” He said to the person on the line, glancing down
• at me distractedly. I held his gaze, my mouth still on his arm, and his
• arm…well, it was squished against my breasts. His eyes slid down to stare at my
• breasts for a moment.
• “How long will it last for?” He asked, his eyes moving
• back up to meet mine. I placed another kiss on his arm, still holding his
• gaze…then softly bit into his arm. I felt him shiver slightly and the hand
• holding his phone twitched and the call was suddenly on speaker.
• “Neil? You still there?” A male voice asked.
• I blinked. Then my eyes slowly moved to the phone, my
• interest suddenly piqued. That was not just a male voice. It was deep,
• so deep, and masculine that I found my cheeks heating.
• “Neil?” The deep, magnetic masculine voice cursed, “Fuck,
• there’s a woman there, right?”
• “What?”
• “Your fiancée?”
• Neil snapped out of it and looked away from me, giving me
• a soft glare as he did so. I would have smiled if my interest wasn’t so zeroed
• in on that voice from the phone.
• “Uh, yeah. So-”
• “You can just end the call if you can’t wait, Neil.” The
• voice interrupted dryly, with a teasing undertone to it.
• “Cut it the fuck out. You said the contract lasts for
• fifteen weeks?”
• “Sixteen. You’d know if you were listening.” Whoever was
• on the other side sounded like he enjoyed teasing Neil. That was not what
• grabbed my attention though. It was the way he spoke, the husky edge to his
• deep voice. The relaxed way he enunciated his words like he did not give a fuck
• about anything. And like there was a dirty promise hidden somewhere in his
• words. It was sexy.
• God, what the hell am I thinking?
• “You can come stay at my place, it’s big enough and
• pretty close to your contract site. It’s perfect.” I heard Neil say.
• Wait. What?
• “I already made a reservation in a hotel near there.”
• “You can cancel it. Saves you a lot of money, you know.”
• I shot Neil an incredulous look. That was the wrong thing
• to say. Men are very sensitive when it comes to their financial capabilities.
• Neil always wants to pay for everything. He has the money, of course, he’s
• loaded. But sometimes I think he just wants to prove a point. I think it’s just
• a male thing. And I have a feeling this person on the phone -his step-brother,
• I think- would be much worse than Neil.
• As if to prove me right, his deep voice said flatly, “I
• can pay for my shit, Neil.”
• “I know, I know-”
• “I’m not interested in charity, bruh.”
• “Shut up for once-”
• “Don’t fucking tell me to shut up.” The voice said
• flatly. He seemed to love interrupting Neil.
• “I can, and I will. I’m older than you so shut the fuck
• up and just listen.” Neil said in an oddly patient tone. Like the tone of a
• teacher dealing with uncooperative kids.
• It almost made me smile. Almost. Because my breath was
• hanging in my throat, waiting eagerly for the response of the sexy voice from
• the phone.
• A low chuckle reached my ears. “I’m listening.”
• “To be honest, I need your help on a new project I’m
• working on. There’s a lot of smart ideas in that brain of yours and I need a
• few.” Neil started. “It’ll be easier to work together if we’re in the same
• building, you know?”
• “What makes you think I’d help you? You’ve got fucking
• workers. That’s their fucking job.”
• “I’m not asking you to help me. You owe me one,
• remember?”
• There was silence for a moment.
• “I’ll think about it.” His voice went deeper, “Tell your
• fiancée I said hi.”
• The line went dead.
• For some reason, hearing him talk about me made my pulse
• fly all of a sudden. We barely knew each other. I mean, I only knew Neil had a
• step-brother, but he was always never around the few times I met Neil’s family
• at some of their events and dinners so we never met. Neil once mentioned that
• things were kind of tense in the family, but he didn’t give any details. And
• that was about it, Neil does not really talk about him. Hell, I don’t even
• remember his name.
• Some Adam-something or other.
• “What do you think?” Neil's voice broke my train of
• thoughts. He was facing me fully, arms crossed in front of his naked chest,
• blue eyes trying to read my expression. His hair was messy in that way I liked,
• complementing his handsome face perfectly.
• “You could have told me first,” I said softly.
• “I’m sorry, babe. He just told me about it now, and the
• idea came to me so fast, I had to tell him.” He gently pulled me into his arms,
• “I really do need his help though. He can be a pain-in-the-ass sometimes, but
• he’s pretty smart.”
• I was quiet for a moment, then looked up at him. He
• towered over my head and shoulders, so I had to crane my neck to meet his gaze
• standing so close to him. And whispered. “You won’t be able to fuck me just
• anywhere now, baby.” Something passed his eyes and I smirked, “Learn to behave,
• Neil.”
• He chuckled. “It’s a big house.”
• I smiled as he shifted my hair away from my silky
• shoulders and cupped my face in his large palm. He gazed at me with desire.
• Affection. Love.
• “Speaking of fucking, let’s get back to business, Leila.”
• With that, he covered my mouth with his, squeezing me closer and closer, so
• close that it felt like he was trying to absorb me into his body.
• He loved me.
• I knew that.
• Only, that love would burn him. Soon.
• *
• “I’m pretty busy right now, Brooke, just sort out the
• deliveries and forward the profiles of the new models to me, okay?” I smiled at
• my business manager through the Tab screen perched on the kitchen island.
• A kettle started to whistle and I almost didn’t hear her
• respond and end the call. I owned a line of adult lingerie and bikinis and
• Brooke was my paranoid business manager who was always worried that our
• competitors would leave us in the dust or something. I take my business seriously
• of course, but Brooke wants me to model my lingerie and bikinis professionally.
• Like one of my bikini models.
• I really do not mind, as I model some exclusive lingerie
• and bikinis sometimes, it is my clothing line, after all. But Neil, for
• some reason, did not like the idea, so I kept it to a minimum and left most of
• the modeling to the girls and focused on the financial aspects of my business,
• and my love life.
• I pulled the chicken drumsticks out of the microwave oven
• and Chase, Neil's huge German shepherd dog padded into the kitchen, wagging its
• tail as if trying to coax me into tossing a drumstick at it.
• I laughed and the doorbell rang. Pausing, I peered at the
• kitchen doorway, trying to remember if I had ordered something.
• “Stay here, okay?” I said to Chase, smoothing out my wavy
• ponytail as I walked out of the kitchen.
• Sara, the nearly invisible housekeeper that comes over
• thrice a week to clean up, could have ordered some groceries and it could have
• been delayed unnecessarily. It had happened before. And it’s one of her days
• off today.
• I heard Chase whine from the kitchen as I crossed the
• huge living room, probably disappointed at me for not giving him a treat. I
• idly wondered if he posed a threat to the vulnerable chicken drumsticks alone
• with him in that kitchen.
• Reaching the door, I opened it and stepped out, squinting
• at the bright glare of sunlight. And that was when I saw him.
• Him.
• God’s only archangel of sin.
• If sex was a person, he was standing right in front of
• me. My eyes widened, drinking in the appearance of the stranger. He was
• massive. Tall. I mean tall. Broad-shouldered. Toned. Even though his
• flimsy shirt, his ripped abs were on full display. His strong-looking legs fit
• for a stallion were in jet black pants that I could tell were expensive as
• fuck. But not as expensive as his shoes.
• I felt my throat dry.
• His skin was tan. The type of beautiful tan that came
• with the genes. He was staring straight at me, accessing, unbothered and sexy
• as sin.
• “You must be Leilani,” He arched a dark eyebrow, face
• impassive. His voice. That voice was familiar. Unmistakable. The deep,
• magnetic voice with a husky and naughty edge to it. The way he said my name hit
• me like a punch to my sex hormones.
• It’s him.
• Neil's step-brother.
• At that moment, I realized, that the threat was not
• behind me in the kitchen, but it was right in front of me. Massive, confident,
• and undeniably masculine.