Broken (Manhattan Ruthless Book 1)

“How long will you be in Chicago?” With her head propped up on her hand, Mel leans on her elbow and traces her fingertips over my chest.

My gaze rakes over her naked torso, and I’m irrationally annoyed at the duvet for covering her up to her hips.

“Pay attention, Ice.” Her admonishment is immediately followed by her beautiful laugh. She makes a V with her fingers and points at her face. “Eyes up here.”

I look into her bright green eyes and grin. “But you’re such a fucking distraction, Spitfire.”

She rolls those pretty eyes. “Chicago? How long?”

Sighing, I lock my hands behind my head to stop myself from flipping her onto her back and fucking her again. “Three days.”

She wrinkles her nose. “And you fly out tonight?”

I nod. “My flight leaves at seven.”

“You’re sure you can make it back in time for the Christmas party at the shelter on Friday? It’s the biggest fundraising event of the entire year, and they were stoked when I told them you planned to be there. You know, you’re kind of a celebrity.”

I love the way her eyes light up when she talks about the shelter. She doesn’t get a chance to volunteer there as much as she used to now that we’re married and I monopolize so much of her free time, but she still answers the call whenever they need her.

“Yes, I’ll be there, corazón.”

Her smile lights up her entire face. “Thank you. I can’t wait for you to meet everyone.”

“You look so fucking beautiful when you smile like that.” I brush my lips over her cheek.

“Well, this smile”—she runs her hand down my chest and over my abs—“is reserved only for you.”

“It better be.” Her hand slips beneath the covers and I growl. I need to get showered and be out of the apartment in the next thirty minutes to make it to my 8:00 a.m. meeting. And once that meeting is over, I’m going to fire whoever arranged it. “You’re going to get one of us in a whole lot of trouble if you move that any lower, corazón.”

She presses her lips together like she’s contemplating whether to continue, but her hand stills and she splays her fingers over my abs. “I wish you didn’t have to go to Chicago later.”

Dammit, so do I. I’ve never had a problem with our annual company meeting being held in Chicago every year. Until now. I make a mental note to talk to Drake about moving the meeting to Manhattan in the future. “Will you be good while I’m gone?”

Her eyes sparkle with mischief. “I’m always good.”

Unable to keep my hands off her for another second, I flip her onto her back and pin her to the mattress. “Will you pretend that it’s my fingers inside you when you get yourself off?”

“Always,” she gasps, rocking her hips against my hardening length.

One look at the clock tells me I really don’t have any more time to spare. I let out a frustrated growl that contrasts the gentle kiss I press to her lips. “I have to go.” We both know I’m not only talking about my morning meeting, but also the trip to Chicago.

She nods. “I know.”

After planting a final kiss on her hair, I tear myself away from her and head for the shower.

Mel peels off her coat and lets it slide down her arms to the floor, leaving her standing before me in her uniform. This woman somehow manages to make navy scrubs look like the sexiest clothing on the planet.

She bites her lip and flutters her eyelashes, playing coy. But I know exactly why she came to my office this afternoon, and I couldn’t be happier about it. I’m harder than iron just thinking about her reason for being here.

“Come here,” I command.

She takes two steps, her hips swaying seductively.

I shake my head. “Nuh-uh. Crawl to me.”

She stops in her tracks and narrows her eyes, no doubt wondering if I’m playing. I’m not.

“Crawl to me, corazón. Show me how much you’re going to miss me.”

She pauses for a few more beats, but then she sinks to her knees, and my cock jumps in my pants. Her eyes never leave mine as she crawls to me, her hips and ass swaying like a pendulum—hypnotizing and alluring. I have never seen anything sexier in my entire goddamn life. She stops in front of me, and I grab her jaw, pulling her up so she’s kneeling at my feet. A growl of appreciation rumbles out of my throat. “That’s my good girl.”

She licks her plump bottom lip, silently begging me to do the same. “What now, sir?”

Using my free hand, I free my cock from my pants and squeeze the base of my shaft. Sweet relief rolls through me, and I groan. “Seeing as you’re already on your knees …”

She slides her hands up my thighs, squeezing my tense muscles as she dips her head and licks the crown of my cock, cleaning the precum already beading there. Her moan is full of longing, and it makes me desperate to fuck her throat. Her hair falls in dark waves over her face, and I gather it in my fist at the nape of her neck. I don’t want to miss a second of this particular show.

She trails her tongue up the length of my shaft, and my cock pulses, jerking at the sensation of her hot mouth on me. I run the pad of my thumb over her cheek, waiting for her to take all of me. I have limited patience when it comes to her and her body, but this is the last time I’ll touch her for three whole days, so I want to savor every fucking second of it.

She teases me a little more, kissing my weeping slit before her tongue dances over my aching length. I growl in frustration, but it doesn’t make her hurry, and I love that. She seems to know what I need without me ever asking. Our bodies are finely tuned to one another’s, as though we’ve been doing this dance a lot longer than a few months.

When I’m on the edge of losing control and seconds away from driving my cock into her pretty throat, she wraps her lips around me and takes me inside her mouth, sucking greedily like she’s as desperate to taste me as I am to be tasted. I tighten my grip in her hair, rocking my hips so I hit the back of her throat hard enough that tears leak from the corners of her eyes. I wipe them away and watch her suck harder and faster. Her needy little moans are muffled by my cock as she brings me close to the edge of ecstasy. My cock pulses in her mouth, so close to spilling my load down her throat.

“You take my cock so fucking well, corazón.” My eyes roll back in my head as I get closer to the release she seems intent on denying me. Every time I get close, she eases off, pulling back and sweeping her tongue over me before I drive back inside her again. My frustrated grunts echo off the walls of my office. I’ve never allowed a woman to tease me the way that she does, but for some reason, I revel in the fight for control that we engage in during moments like these. Maybe because I like taking it back from her when she thinks she’s won. The knowledge that I can take it at any time makes me feel invincible. It might be the hottest feeling in the whole fucking world.

Pushing her head forward, I force her to accept every inch of me. More tears leak from the corners of her eyes, and she draws a deep breath through her nose and swallows, gripping the tip of my cock in her throat and wrenching an earth-shattering climax from me. I roar out her name and hold her head still while I empty myself inside her.

Spent, I let my hands fall from her face and hair. She sits back on her heels, wiping my cum and her spit from her chin before she looks up at me with a triumphant expression on her face.

“You get so feral when I have my mouth on you, sir. I have no idea how you’re going to cope without me the next few days.”

I take a few seconds to catch my breath. “I think you’re the one who gets feral, corazón. You’re the one still kneeling at my feet after sucking my cock like my good little whore.”

Her smile fades, and a look of hurt flashes in her eyes.

Tilting my head to the side, I study her beautiful face. “You still don’t like me using that word?”

“I … it’s …” Her slender throat thickens as she swallows, and her eyes glisten with fresh tears. She shakes her head. “It’s not the word so much as …”

I take her hand and pull her onto my lap. She straddles me, and I brush her hair back from her face. “What is it?”

“Given how we started, I think it feels a little too close to the truth.” She tries to wriggle from my grip, but I band an arm around her waist and hold her tighter.

“How we came to be …” I run my nose over her jawline and inhale her feminine scent as I slide my hand into her pants. “That was business. A mutually beneficial agreement for both parties.” My fingers brush the soft lace of her panties, and her breath hitches in her throat. “But this …” Tugging the fabric aside, I slide a finger along her slit and bite back a groan when I feel how wet she got sucking me off. I dip one finger inside her, and she arches into me. “This is personal, right?”

She sinks her teeth into her lip, but she doesn’t answer.

I drive deeper. “Isn’t it, Mel?”

“Y-yes,” she gasps.

“No matter how we came to be here, you are my wife, and regardless of what I call you, or how often I fuck you like a whore when we’re alone, outside of these walls, I will defend you and your honor with my dying breath. Do you understand me?”

She tips her head back, rolling her hips and grinding against my palm like she’s chasing more of what I’m deliberately holding back from her. I add a second finger, and she mewls, still avoiding my gaze.

I fist my free hand in her hair. “Look at me when I’m inside you, corazón.” Her eyelids flutter, and she fixes those hypnotic green eyes on my face. “Who are you?”

She drags her luscious bottom lip through her teeth before releasing it with a grin. “Your whore.”

A growl rolls in my throat. “And?”

Her eyelashes flutter against her pink cheeks. “Your wife.”

A possessive desire to claim her surges through my veins. “Exactly. You’re my fucking wife.” I slip my fingers out of her, and I’m unable to resist placing them straight into my mouth. Her taste floods my senses, and her chest heaves as she watches me, waiting for her reward for the sensational blowjob she gave me. I’ll reward her so fucking hard she’ll ride that high the entire time I’m away. I place her on the edge of my desk and take off her pants, removing her socks and sneakers too.

“This too.” I tug at the collar of her navy tunic. “I want to see every inch of you.” She lifts her arms in compliance, and I slide the cotton over her head and toss it onto the pile at my feet. Her bra joins the rest of her clothing, and I suck on each pebbled nipple before I sit down and take a moment to admire her almost-naked body.

Spreading her thighs wide, I place her feet on the arms of my chair and drop my gaze to the telltale creamy damp patch staining her navy cotton panties. I bite down on my lip, stopping a groan from tumbling out of me as I brush my thumb over the wet spot. “Yeah, such a whore for me, corazón.”

She tips her head back, and the flush on her chest races up her neck until it covers her cheeks. “Nate,” she moans.

“Don’t mind me calling you a whore when I’ve got my hands on you, do you, Mel?”

“No.” She bucks her hips, chasing the pressure of my fingers and the pleasure she knows I’m about to bring her. I scoot my chair forward and dip my head between her spread thighs, running my nose over her pussy through her panties and inhaling her sweet, musky scent.

“I don’t usually eat at my desk.” I look up at her and smirk. “But for you, corazón, I think I’ll make an exception.”

“Nate.” Her pleading tone has my cock twitching to life again. I drag my teeth over the damp fabric and gently bite down on her clit.

She whimpers, and I go on teasing her through her panties, my tongue and teeth lashing at her sensitive flesh.

She places one hand on my head, threading her fingers through my hair and tugging at the roots. With the other, she attempts to pull her panties out of the way and tries to ride my face. I catch her wrist and hold it in place while I continue feasting on her through the damp fabric that separates my mouth from her. “Nate!”

I smile, glancing up at her. “This not enough for you?”

She shakes her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. “No.”

Taking pity on her, I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties. “Shall we get these off you?”

“Y-yes.” Her fingers join mine, and she tugs at the fabric along with me. We get them off, and I return her feet to their position on the arms of my chair.

I run my pointer finger along her wet center, so pink and inviting and ready for me. Holding it up, I show her the arousal collected on the tip. “So wet, corazón.”

She bites down on her lip. “Uh-huh.”

I bend my head to the apex of her thighs and inhale. “And so fucking sweet.”

“Please, Nate.”

Fuck me, I love the way she begs. My tongue follows the same path my finger just took, and her creamy taste coats my tongue. I have no idea how I’m going to survive without this for three whole days when I can barely go twelve hours without a part of me inside a part of her. She tastes like she was made for me.

“Holy shit,” she rasps, her tits heaving as she bucks her hips against my greedy mouth, and all thoughts of teasing her any further leave my brain in a rush. I eat her pussy like I’m a starving man eating his first meal in months, all tongue and teeth and lips, taking what I can from her, drinking in every delicious drop as I bring her to the edge of the abyss. Her legs tremble violently, thighs shaking as her clit pulses in my mouth like it has its own heartbeat. My cock is hard again, weeping and ready to take her as soon as I’m done with my feast.

I graze my teeth over her clit and rim the swollen bud of flesh with my tongue. Her climax spirals through her, tearing a guttural cry from her throat. She’s still shaking when I stand, wrap her slender legs around my waist, and line the tip of my cock at her soaking entrance before driving inside her. Her teeth chatter and her head hangs back between her shoulder blades as she takes everything I give her. But it’s not enough. I want her in my arms when she comes apart for me again. Pulling her up, I wrap my arms around her, banding her tightly to me. She responds in kind, clinging to me like she never intends to let me go. Pulling out slowly, I let her feel every inch she’s losing, and she hisses out a breath.

I press my forehead against hers. “Will you miss me, corazón?”

“You know I will.”

I do know that, and the knowledge burns through my veins, along with my need to own her. I sink back inside her, bottoming out in one smooth thrust. I don’t want to leave her. Not for three hours, let alone three days. This right here is the only place I want to be for the rest of my life.

She claws at my neck as I fuck her on my desk, her sweet cum spilling onto the solid oak and creating wet noises as I drive in and out of her, wanting this to last as long as possible, but also needing to fuck her harder than I’ve ever fucked her before. I want her to ache for me while I’m gone. The way that I’ll ache for her. I want her to feel empty and lost without me inside her because that’s sure as hell how I feel when I’m not with her. I’m feeling things for this woman I never thought myself capable of.

“Oh, that feels … so good.” Her head tips back on a scream, and her inner walls pulse tight around me as she comes again, milking my cock with hungry squeezes until I fill her with my cum once more.

My legs give out, and I sink into my chair, pulling her with me so she’s sitting on my lap. “Come to Chicago with me,” I pant. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

She closes her eyes and shakes her head. “You know I can’t. Work is especially crazy this time of year. We had three intestinal blockage surgeries today. I wish people would stop feeding their dogs the leftover turkey legs from Thanksgiving.”

I suppress an annoyed sigh, and she curls a lock of my hair between her fingers. “But maybe next time, if you give me more notice?”

She’s right. This has been planned all year, and I should have invited her way before now. But I don’t usually have the luxury of notice in my line of work. Something about our arrangement will have to change because I need her with me. And once she’s pregnant … well, there’s not a snowball’s chance in hell that I’ll be leaving her alone for days at a time. Which means something’s gotta give. But that’s a conversation for a different day. “I’ll do my best to give you notice.”

“And it’s only three days. You’ll be back before you’ve even had a chance to miss me.”

Not fucking likely.

She stares into my eyes, and the deep green of her irises is obscured by her pupils. “I …” Her slender throat convulses. Is she about to tell me she loves me? “I’ll miss you though. Every second.”

I nod and try to hide my disappointment that she didn’t say those three words. Words that I’m strangely desperate to hear from her, but I don’t say them to her either. Instead, I press my forehead to hers, and we sit in silence. Her naked, with our cum dripping out of her, and me wondering how the fuck I fell so hard and fast for a woman who was only supposed to be a business arrangement.