Sweet Possession (Carson-Fox Resorts #2)

Chapter 13

Fox

I was running late. The first interview was due to start in five minutes,and yet I couldn’t tear myself away from the sight before me.

I was mesmerized.

Cora was fast asleep, her face relaxed and peaceful, her long brownhair fanned around her.

As much as I’d wanted her to sleep naked when we went tobed after our shower, she’d emerged from the bathroom in pajama shorts and a tank top. I wasn’t going to be an asshole and tell her I didn’t want her sleeping in clothes. Especially after she told me how Dwayne had violated her.

But in sleep, her shorts had ridden up showing off the curve of herdelectable ass. She was lying on her side, and her top had rucked up, exposing the soft skin of her back.

I wanted to kiss every inch of her.

When my phone vibrated for the fifth time, I sighed and accepted Ineeded to go. Tiptoeing over to my sleeping beauty, I reached over to kiss her cheek, hoping not to wake her, but failing.

“Daddy?”she mumbled as she stretched.

I loved how easily she’d taken to calling me Daddy. It felt so damnright coming from her mouth.

“Shh, go back to sleep, baby girl. I wasjustsaying goodbye, I’mheading to work.”

She rolled over, blinking several times before giving me a sleepysmile.

Fuck she was cute.

“Have a good day.”

I kissed her again, unable to resist claiming her mouth.

Big fucking mistake.

My cock twitched when her tongue slid into my mouth. While I wasonly too happy to hold off on getting my pleasure so I could focus solely on Cora, I couldn’t denythatI was desperate for my own release.

Sleeping with her ass pressed against me all night had been pureagony on my cock. I’d been tempted to fuck my hand when I showered, but somehow, I resisted, because when I finally got to come inside Cora’s perfect pussy, the wait would be worth it.

She groaned into my mouth as my hand dropped to her bare thigh,sliding up and under her shorts to grip her hip as our tongues danced.

“Fuck work, I’m staying here with you today,”I growled against herlips, my cock now hard as stone.

She giggled.“You know you can’t, Daddy.”

“I’m the boss. I can do whatever I want.”

Her grin grew wider. I swear, every time she smiled at me likethat, Ihanded over another piece of my heart to her .

“But you’d be letting down all the people who have prepared tobe interviewed. That’s notveryprofessional,”she scolded lightly.

I sighed dramatically.“Fine. I’ll go to work. But when I’m a miserableasshole, I’ll tell everyone it’s your fault for making me go.”

I gave her another quick kiss, knowingthatif I let myself kiss her forany longer, therereallywould be no chance of leaving.

“I’ll have some breakfast brought up to you. Please make sure youeat it, Cora, you didn’t have any dinner last night,”I said as I begrudgingly got off the bed and adjusted my cock, hoping the bugle I was sporting wasn’t too obvious.

“I will. Thank you, Daddy,”she replied, snuggling back under thecovers, a contented smile on her face.

It took every ounce of willpower to walk out ofthatsuite and not stripdown to my boxers and cuddle up next to her.

The morning dragged. The first candidate was an absolute disaster.We didn’tevenmake it halfway through the interview before Laura, my HR rep, gave me the lookthatsaid she’d heard enough.

But it was probably a good job the interview was a car wreck, mymind was firmly on the beautiful girl locked away in our suite. With time to spare until the next candidate arrived, I made a few calls and called in some favors, intent on arranging a date night for Cora.

Once everything was in place, I made one final call.

“Why are you ringing my wife, fuckface?”Nash huffed down thephone.

I rolled my eyes. I should have known the possessive asshole wouldhave answered Sav’s phone.

“Justseeing if she’s come to her senses and wants to declare herundying love for me,”I replied, unable to resist the opportunity to rattle Nash.

He snorted.“Keep dreaming, asshole. Why would my wife give upGrade A cock for your micropenis? ”

“Your obsession with my cock is really unhealthy, you know that, Junior?”

“Give me the phone,”Sav huffed in the background.“Honestly, thepair of you are worse than teenage boys.”

“He started it,”Nash grumbled.

“Hi, Fox,”Sav said, ignoring her petulant husband.

“Hey, beautiful. How are you feeling?”

“A lot better, thanks,”she replied brightly.

“Are you sure it was morning sickness making you ill? I think I’d pukemy guts up every day if I woke up looking at Junior’s face,”I replied, knowing full well the fucker would be listening.

“I heard that, dickhead,” Nash snapped, proving me right.

Sav and I chuckled, only exasperated by Nash cussing me out.

“What’s up?”Sav eventually said, changing the subject when Nashmuttered something about spanking her ass.

“I need a favor. I’m arranging a date night for Cora tonight. Can youget a dress and a pair of shoes sent to her?”

“Of course. How’s she doing?”

I smiled to myself as Cora’s face popped into my head. Her beautiful,happy face, and her eyes filled with affection every time she looked at me.“She’s good. She’s doingreallywell.”

“Oh, Fox. I’m so pleased things have turned out the way they have.For both of you,”Sav said, emotion thick in her tone.“She’s such a lovely girl, and you, well you deserve to be happy.”

She sniffled while I floundered around for something to say. I wasn’tused to Sav being so emotional.“Erm, thanks?”

She chuckled.“Ignore me, these damn pregnancy hormones havegot me tied up in knots. One minute, I’m crying my eyes out, the next minute I want to commit murder. ”

“Your husband would make a good victim,”I replied, the onset ofawkwardness vanishing in a beat.

“Don’t tempt me. He’s driving me crazy,”she replied darkly, pausingas if she was imagining all the ways she’d bump off my buddy.“Anyway,tell me what you have planned for your date and I’ll make sure Cora has the perfect outfit.”

Cora gaped at the magnificent view from the top of the Empire StateBuilding, an awestruck look on her face, but the view of New York City was nothing compared to how my girl looked tonight.

When the interviews for the day had finished, I’d darted back to thesuite, giddy like a kid on Christmas day and more than ready for our date to start, but the wind was knocked out of me when I found Cora waiting for me.

She looked fucking stunning, and if it wasn’t for the fact I was stilldetermined to take things at her pace, I would have ripped her clothes off and fucked her within an inch of her life right there andthen.

She wore a black strapless silk dressthatclung to her figure like asecond skin. The skirt was tight around her hips and thighs, coming to a stopjustabove her knees, but on one side, it was bunched up, revealing more flesh than what should have been allowed.

The small heeled silver sandals showcased her toned, olive-skin legs,and I was grateful to Sav for sorting shoesthatwouldn’t have reminded Cora of the vile shoes the Dukes had made her wear.

But it wasn’tjusther outfitthatmade my cock stir to life. She’devidently spent the best part of the afternoon perfecting her hair and makeup.

And fuck me, did she look perfect.

Usually, she wore her long dark brown tresses down or in a lowponytail, but tonight she’d piled it up into a messy bun, with several tendrils hanging loosely around her face and shoulders.

Her gorgeous doe eyes were framed with thicker and longer lashesthan normal, and she’d dusted her lids with a light layer of smokey gray powder, giving her eyes a seductive look.

Finally, she’d painted her lips with a glossy rose-pink shade. It was damn near impossible for me to tear my gaze away, visions played in my headofher lipstick smeared around her mouth after I’d fucked her throat.

I couldn’t wait to make that fantasy a reality.

All night, it had been impossible for me to keep my eyes off her, andby now, my cock was uncomfortably hard. If I didn’t get some release soon, I was certain I was going to explode.

We’d enjoyed dinner at a small, but exclusive French restaurant. The head chef had introduced himself to us, and much like she did when she met our pilot, she bombarded him with all sorts of culinary questions. She soaked up the answers before declaringthatwhen we got home, she wanted to try her hand at making some French delicacies.

Home.

She’d said home.

Our home.

Together .

I swear, my cheeks hurt from how goddamn big my smile was whenshe’d saidthat. Cora hadjustlooked at me like she had no clue what had made me so fucking delirious.

After dinner had finished, our driver took us to the Empire StateBuilding where I’d arranged for us to have the top floor to ourselves for a short time. I didn’t want to share Cora’s reaction to the view with anyone else. When she’d first caught a glimpse of the city lit up before her, her reaction was better than I could have ever hoped for.

Walking up behind her, I wrapped my arms around her waist. Sherested her head back against my chest and let out a contented sigh. For a few minutes, we stood in silence, taking in the view, all the while, my heart thudded at the realization of how much I’d fallen for her.

“I know it sounds stupid,”Cora said, a distant tone to her voice.“Butthere were days when I was growing up where itseemedlike Vegas was the only place on earth, and I’d never escape it. I never thought for a secondthatI’d get to experience something as incredible as this.”

I kissed her bare shoulder.“There’s a whole world out there toexplore, baby girl. Name any place you want to go, and I’ll take you.”

She didn’t reply straight away, her silence giving me a moment todream of all the places I wanted to take her. The Eiffel Tower in Paris. The Colosseum in Rome. The Great Barrier Reef in Australia.

I wanted to be the man to show Cora the world so I could be the luckyfucker who got to see her face light up the way it did tonight.

“When I was younger, I used to tell myselfthatone day I’d go toGreece and find my mom,”she said quietly.

My brows rose. Cora had never mentioned her mombefore, but truth be told, I’d never asked. I figured she’d talk about her mom when she was ready.

“Does she live in Greece? ”

“I don’t know,”Cora said, turning in my arms to face me, a sad smileplaying on her lips.“Honestly, I don’tevenknow if she’s still alive.”

“You never asked your dad about her?”I asked, rubbing my handsdown her arms when I noticed goosebumps on her flesh. I slipped out of my jacket and draped it around her shoulders.

“I did, several times over the years,”she replied, giving me a gratefulsmile as she pulled the jacket around her petite frame.“But his story changed each time. Once, he told me she’d gone back to Greece because she didn’t want to be my momma anymore. Another time, he told me she still lived in Vegas but was a crack addict, making money by whoring herself out. Andthena few years ago, he told me to stop asking about her. Saidthatshe was dead and had been since I was five years old.”

I pursed my lips. Fucking Freddy. He didn’tevenhave the decency totell Cora about her mom. It looked like I would be having another conversation with Cora about how to deal with Freddy once and for all. And Ireallyfucking hoped she gave me the green light to end the cunt.

“Do you know anything about her?”I said, shaking away themurderous thoughts.

I wondered if there was a way of finding her mom. With the rightamount of money thrown at it, finding someone wasn’t impossible.

“Onlythather name is Alexandria. I don’tevenknow what her lastname is.”She sighed, her eyes dropping to the floor.“I never asked too many questions. Notthatmy dad would have told me, but I guess Ijustfiguredthatif she wanted me, she would have either taken me with her or come back for me.”

“Hey,”I said, lifting her chin, hating seeing the hurt in her eyes.“If your mom didn’t want you, Cora,thenshe’s an idiot. She’s the one missing out on how amazing her daughter is. ”

Her lips tugged into a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes.“What aboutyour mom and dad? Are they still alive?”

I dropped her chin. I didn’t want to talk about the waste of spaceparents I unfortunately had. But she’d opened up to me about her mom and I wasn’t going to keep anything from her.

“They still live in Vegas, but I don’t have anything to do with them. Ihaven’t done since I moved out at seventeen.”I took her hand and led her over to a bench where I pulled her into my lap.“My dad used to beat me when I misbehaved. And there were plenty of times when he’d lock me in the basement. Sometimes for a few hours, sometimes for days at a time.”

Cora blinked at me, her eyes wide and sorrow-filled for the little boyshe never knew. Perhapsthatwas why I felt such a strong connection to Cora from the minute I laid eyes on her. In a way, we were kindred spirits, linked together by asshole parents who didn’t give a shit about us.

“What about your mom? Wasn’t she there to stop it from happening?”she asked softly.

I inhaled a deep breath before answering. There were times when Iwasn’t sure if my mom’s neglect was worse than my dad’s behavior. “My mom was too busy enjoying a life of indulgence. See, my dad owned a casino which, for a while, was fairly successful. My mom enjoyed the attention and royaltiesthatbeing married to my father brought more than she wanted to be a mom.

“She was rarely home, too busy lunching with her socialite friends orflying around the world to shop in the most luxury boutiques. But when my old man’s casino started losing money, she fell from grace.”

I paused for a second as the haggard face of my mom floatedthrough my head. Cora waited patiently, listening intently to my tale of woe .

“Her friends turned their backs on her, and so she turned to alcohol.Instead of ignoring me like she’d done for most of my early childhood, she gave my father a run for his money as to who could be the cruelest to me.”

Cora’s eyes filled with water so I pulled her closer to me. Unlike her,I’d had years of therapy to help me deal with the trauma of my childhood. I could speak without emotion when it came to my parents because I’d long since learnedthatthey didn’t have any bearing on my life.

I hoped one day Cora would reach the same point with regards toFreddy.

“Are all parents cruel?”she murmured against my chest.

I cupped her face.“No. I don’t believethat. Take Nash and Sav. Ihave no doubt whatsoeverthatthey’ll make the best parents ever.”

She gazed at me for a few seconds, lost in thought before suddenlyblurting a questionthatmade my body tense.“Do you want children?”

I stroked a thumb over the soft skin of her thigh as I thought about myreply. But I had to be honest with her, I only hoped it wasn’t a deal breaker. “No. I can’t say I ever thought kids would be in my future.”

Andthatwas the truth. I wasn’t anti-kids, I didn’t mind them, and Iwas more than looking forward to the arrival of Nash and Sav’s kid, but I didn’t want my own.

At least, I didn’t think I did.

“What about you, baby girl?”I asked, needing to know where shestood on the topic.

“No,”she replied, certain of her answer, and admittedly taking me bysurprise.“The world can be a horrible place. I wouldn’t want to bring a child into a world that’s full of hurt and hate.”

“Evenif you could give them a good life?”

“If I could give a child a great life, I still wouldn’t have my ownchildren. But I’d consider adopting. There are so many kids out there right nowthatare living a life in the way you and I did when we were younger. I couldn’t tell you the amount of times I went to bed wishingthatsomeone would come and take me away from my dad, but no one ever came. Until you.”A shy smile spread across her lips but before I could place a kiss on her mouth, she continued.“So no. I wouldn’t have my own kids, but I’d happily adopt a child or two, and do everything in my power to give them a childhood I wish I could have had.”

For the second time in my life, my world shifted on its axis, and it wasall because of Cora Clarke.

I didn’t want my own children, but could I imagine giving a home to acouple of kids who’d been brought into the world by crappy parents? Yeah, I could. Especially with Cora by my side.

This time I did press my mouth to hers.“Thatsounds prettyincredible, baby girl. Maybe one daythat’ll happen for us.”

“Maybe.”

For a minute, we both remained silent, the two of us refusing to tearour gaze away from the other.Thatwas the moment I knew for surethatI wasn’t falling for Cora anymore.

I’d fallen.

Hard.

And there wasn’t a time when I’d been happier.

“What about Jessie?”Cora asked before I could find my ballsand tell herjusthow much she meant to me.

My heart leaped into my throat. I wanted to tell her about my sister, Ireallydid. But I didn’t want my bad memories to sour our night. Thankfully, time was on my side.

“I want to tell you, baby girl. I promise I’m not trying to avoid thesubject, but we need to get going or we’ll be late for the next part of our night.”

Her face broke into a brilliantly bright smile.“There’s more? ”

I stroked the cherry of her cheek with my thumb.“You bet. And I havea feeling this will be your favorite part of the night.”