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.