Torn: A Billionaire Bachelors Club Novel Part 14

Swallowing hard, I rest my forearms on the edge of my desk, remaining as neutral as possible.

"Then you start dating my daughter and I wonder." His all-seeing gaze lands on me again, and I can tell he's trying to figure me out. "Are you using her to get to me? Tell me the truth."

d.a.m.n. I can't confess that was my original intention. It's not anymore. If I'm being truthful with myself, I can admit I'm halfway in love with her. More than halfway. It's just hard to come to grips with that sort of thing and admit it, especially to her father.

I haven't even told Marina how I feel. Yet.

"Would that change your price if I told you I was?" I ask, pretending to be the shrewd, ruthless businessman I used to be.

We glare at each other from across my desk, neither of us moving until he finally shakes his head.

"You're a bulls.h.i.+tter. It's written all over your face," he says.

"What are you talking about?"

"I can see that you're in love with Marina." I open my mouth to protest, but he narrows his gaze, silencing me with a single look that reminds me eerily of Marina. "Don't bother denying it. I know the two of you have been spending most of your time together."

He hasn't really been around lately, so I'm surprised he's noticed.

"I keep tabs on everything where my daughter is concerned." Another pointed look delivered by the man who I'm thinking might be my-gulp-father-in-law someday. How I can even think that way blows my mind. "That she even gave you a chance despite knowing what you wanted shows me she somehow saw beneath your surface."

Agreed. She's perceptive, my Marina. Smart and strong and beautiful and s.e.xy as h.e.l.l.

"I want to give her the bakery," I blurt, clamping my lips shut as soon as the words leave me. I hadn't meant to admit that yet.

"I think that's a good idea." Scott doesn't even flinch at my admission. Like he knew I'd planned it all along.

Strange. But perceptive. Kind of like his daughter.

"I want to keep it in your family. Give her the bakery as a gift, though she'll probably freak out if I offer it as a gift," I say, muttering the last few words.

"My daughter is full of pride. Sometimes it's foolish, sometimes it's not." Scott smiles. "I'm sure she'll be very appreciative of your generous gift."

"And wary," I add with a shake of my head. "She'll probably think there are strings attached to it."

"Are there?"

"Not at all." She loves the bakery. It's a part of her and her aunt, and I hate to see them lose it. "It means too much to her, and I can't let it slip out of her fingers."

"That right there is exactly why I'm ready to sell you the property. Though I can't deny there are financial reasons as well." The grimace on Scott Knight's face is unmistakable. "We've suffered these last few years. The economy hit the family businesses so hard, it's been a struggle to recuperate. I held on to the bakery and the buildings that surround it specifically for Marina and my sister-in-law for as long as I could. I know they both love it. I couldn't stand the thought of taking it away from them."

He just earned points for that admission.

"And now that you've confirmed that you want them to keep the bakery, I know my decision to sell to you was the right one." I'm guessing I just earned points as well.

"I want to take care of her, that's all," I say, stunned that I'd even admit such a thing to her father. But it's true. I want to provide her with what she wants, what she needs. There's something about her that makes me want to give her everything.

"That's an admirable trait," he says carefully.

d.a.m.n. I didn't mean to turn the conversation in this direction, but I guess I can't help it. Marina has slowly seeped into my world, and I can't imagine her out of it. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't say anything about me giving the bakery to Marina just yet," I say, because d.a.m.n it, I want to be the one to tell her. "I want it to be a surprise."

"Of course. I completely understand." The smile on his face is small but there. "She'll be thrilled."

h.e.l.l, let's hope so.

Marina "I MISSED YOU today." I snuggled closer to Gage, feeling like the clingy, simpering girlfriend, but for once I didn't care. I did miss him. I hate it when he goes to the city for business. I hate it worse when he's gone for a few days at a time, though that hasn't happened often. I love having him close.

Like right now, the both of us are naked in bed after an extremely sweaty bout of reunion s.e.x. So we were apart for less than twenty-four hours; it's still considered reunion s.e.x in my book.

Sighing, I turn my head and kiss his chest. Feeling his still-thundering heart beneath my lips. I've got it so bad for this man, it's ridiculous.

Ridiculously scary.

"I missed you too," he says, his deep voice gravelly. He's trailing his fingers up and down my arm, his touch soothing. Arousing. Closing my eyes, I get lost in the moment. Being with Gage helps me forget all my troubles. My nagging mother, my failing business, all of it slips away until I can only focus on Gage and how good he makes me feel.

"How was San Francisco?" We hadn't bothered with the preliminaries when I'd shown up on his doorstep not quite an hour ago. He'd taken my hand, dragged me inside, and proceeded to strip me of my clothing and kiss every bare inch of my skin.

"It was . . . fine."

Hmm. I glance up at him to see his eyes are closed, his brow furrowed. I wonder if he's keeping something from me.

"Who'd you meet with?"

"Investors. No one important," he answers quickly. Tipping his head, he kisses my forehead, his lips lingering, making my eyes shut again. "I don't want to talk about business."

He's definitely hiding something. But what? I don't get it. Maybe he had a bad day and doesn't want to focus on it. Maybe he's in secret negotiations with someone and doesn't trust me enough to let me know what's going on.

Ouch. That hurts far more than I care to admit. I know we haven't been seeing each other very long, but I've become closer to Gage than any other human being on the planet. I didn't think this was possible. When I first learned of him, I hated him on sight, and I didn't even know him.

Now I'm falling for him. Scary.

"You should come with me sometime." When I don't say anything he continues. "To San Francisco. We can stay a few nights at the apartment I keep there."

"And what? Never leave the bed?" I tease.

He chuckles, then kisses my forehead again. "I could take you out."

"Maybe I don't want to go out." I tip my head back so I can see his handsome face. "Maybe I like keeping you all to myself."

Leaning in, he kisses me, soft and damp. "I like keeping you to myself, too."

"See? We don't need to go anywhere. We don't even have to leave this bed. We could stay here forever," I say.

He moves so fast I burst out laughing. He's over me, his hips pressed to mine, his growing erection nudging against my belly. Just like that he wants me.

And just like that, I want him too.

"Didn't we already do this?" I murmur before he kisses me deeply. Our tongues tangle, my brain empties, and I'm done with thinking. Talking.

All I can do is feel.

Feel his mouth on mine, already familiar yet delicious. The velvety glide of his tongue, the way his hands roam my body, the thrust of his c.o.c.k against my belly reminding me he wants me. Again.

It's a heady, exhilarating sensation, knowing how much power I wield over Gage Emerson. He wants me always.

I feel the same way.

"You're probably tired," he whispers against my lips, one large hand cupping my breast, his thumb playing with my nipple.

I arch into his palm. "It's still early."

"And sore," he continues, rearing up so he's on his knees between my spread legs. He grips the base of his erection and brushes the head against my s.e.x, making me gasp. "I sort of lost control with you earlier."

He'd pounded inside of me hard. My o.r.g.a.s.m had been intense. But like the greedy woman I am, I want another one.

Now.

"I liked it," I murmur, reaching out so I can touch him. I race my hands over his chest, down his stomach, until I'm touching his c.o.c.k and making him groan. "Grab a condom, Gage."

He wastes no time, reaching for the stash he keeps in his bedside table and tearing one open. I watch in fascination as he rolls it on, loving how he moves, how he handles himself. He's a beautiful, s.e.xy man and my heart literally fills with happiness knowing he's my man.

All mine.

"I wanna make this last," he whispers, sounding a little desperate as he grabs hold of my hips and flips us over so now I'm the one on top of him. "Give me a show, baby."

Smiling, I lower myself on him, until he's completely imbedded inside of me. He settles his hands on my waist, holding me there, his eyes glowing with some sort of unfamiliar emotion that makes my heart race.

He's looking at me like he can't get enough of me. And that's scary. Exciting.

Frightening.

Slowly, I start to move, trying to prolong it but already feeling anxious. He grips my a.s.s, lifts up so he can take a nipple in his mouth and suck it, and I groan, tossing my head back as I slip my hands into his hair and hold him to me.

"You're beautiful," he whispers against my skin. "So G.o.dd.a.m.n beautiful I can't believe you're mine."

I feel the same way. The same exact way. I know my parents don't necessarily approve of us together. I know the way we met was sort of unusual. I didn't like him very much. I don't think he liked me either.

But the connection between us can't be denied. We're in so deep I don't think I ever want it to end. And I never think that way. I don't think Gage does either.

He leans back against the pillows, the satisfied smirk on his face downright arrogant as he watches me ride him. I increase my pace, gather my hair up in my hands and hold it there, sitting up straight so he can get that show he wants. Thrusting my chest out, I let go of my hair, s.h.i.+vering as the strands slide all over my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, tickling my hard, still-damp nipples. I s.h.i.+ft forward, taking his c.o.c.k deeper inside my body, and the agonized groan that leaves him makes me laugh.

"You're wicked," he murmurs, slipping a hand between our bodies so he can stroke my c.l.i.t with his index finger.

It's my turn to gasp. "So are you."

"I want to watch you come." His touch firms, and I move faster, my entire body tingling with my impending o.r.g.a.s.m. "Reach for it, baby."

Funny thing is I don't have to reach for it. He makes it so easy. His a.s.sured touch, the way he talks to me, looks at me: all of it sends me straight over the edge and into o.r.g.a.s.mic bliss.

"Yeah, that's it," he says as I start to tremble, a little whimper escaping me. "Come for me, Marina."

I do. My entire body stills above his as my climax takes over. I moan his name, reaching out so I can grip his shoulders hard, and then he's coming as well, whispering my name against my hair as I collapse on top of him, the both of us shaking in each other's arms.

"d.a.m.n, woman," he mutters seconds, maybe minutes later, his hands gripping my b.u.t.t once more, holding me close. Like he never wants to let me go.

"I know," I whisper, pressing my lips against his neck, tasting his delicious salty skin. "I feel the same way."

G.o.d. It would be so easy to fall in love with this man.

In fact, I think I'm already close to being there.

Chapter Thirteen.

Marina A LOT CAN change in a few weeks; heck, even a month. I was single and lonely, working my b.u.t.t off day in and day out with little reward beyond growing a relations.h.i.+p with my aunt, which I cherish, but still. I'd watched the business I love slowly start to fail and it was eating at my very soul. The disappointment from my family-my ever-traveling, too-busy father and overprotective mother-was growing harder and harder to bear.

I had no friends. Many of them had moved away. Or I had no time to spend with the few friends I had.

Life had kind of sucked. I latched onto the fact that Gage Emerson was trying to buy out my family and ruin our lives. I went to that stupid little event more in the hopes of talking to him rather than conducting business, which had been my original intent. Maybe sling an insult or three at him, too, and then walk out, satisfied that I'd let the guy trying to take away my family legacy know I was onto him.

Well. We got the insult-slinging part right, at least.

Everything is completely different now. I have a friend, one I spend a lot of time with. Ivy Emerson and I made good on that San Francisco shopping trip and went last week. She helped me try on a ton of clothes, things I would never have looked twice at. I ended up buying a few things, not wanting to go beyond my self-imposed budget. She helped with that.

She helps with a lot of things.

Archer and I finalized the deal and Aunt Gina's desserts are in his hotel restaurants. Gina's thrilled. Archer's taken her completely under his wing. I'll be lucky to keep her with me at the bakery, what with the way he coddles her. I think Archer wants to steal her away from me.

My dad is still traveling a lot for business. My mom is still overprotective. I can't change them, I just have to learn how to live with them.

And then there's Gage.

I still can't quite define what's happening between us, but we're definitely . . . involved. I can't get enough of him. It seems he can't get enough of me either.