The Taking of Clara 2: Taken by the Boss

Author:Sam Crescent [Crescent, Sam]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00CRMXDIU
Publisher: Secret Cravings Publishing
Published: 2013-05-09T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Three

How did he get her world all a flutter? The way he stared at her made her wonder if he was visualizing her without any clothes. He’d seen her naked plenty of times. Clara fried her onions, tomatoes and ham in the pan before adding the beaten egg. When the bottom was set, she pulled Matthew’s omelet out from under the grill then placed her omelet under. She served his food with a chunk of buttered toast.

She handed him the warm plate then grabbed her own.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” she asked when he made no move to start.

“I’m waiting for you, baby.”

She sat opposite him. Her gaze kept going to his hands as he used the fork to place food in his mouth. She loved having his fingers over her body.

While she’d been in the shower she’d been tempted to call the whole thing off. Being bought by a contract felt degrading to her. However, once she’d given herself time to think about the consequences of another man taking her, she’d seen the positive side of Matthew owning her.

He didn’t own her. Matthew never treated her awfully. In fact she was free to come and go as she pleased. The truth to her, she didn’t wish to go anywhere. In the time they’d known each other, Matthew had gotten under her skin. She’d find no pleasure with any other man. She loved Matthew and staying with him was the best thing for her to do.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

She stared into his eyes seeing the wealth of knowledge plainly displayed in their depths.

“I was thinking about the contract and how it made me feel.”

Lying would never be an option to her. Matthew knew and saw too much. He’d spot her lying a mile away.

“I did it to save you.”

“I know.” She reached over to stroke his hand in an attempt to reassure him. “I know you’d never do anything to hurt me. You’ve proven it time and time again. I love you, Matthew. I’m sure of that more than I’m sure of everything else. I just wish I could bring something more to you.”

“What do you mean?” He took her hand and laid a kiss to her knuckles.

“I mean, you’re a wealthy man. I don’t care about that. I’m not after your money or anything. What do I have to bring? My father is a gambler. He loses money faster than he’s ever earned it. I’ve got nothing to give to you. Nothing of any value.”

She stopped speaking to gaze down at her now cold omelet.

“You give me you, Clara,” he said. “Money means shit to me. I don’t care about that. I only care about you.”

He leaned over and took her lips in a searing kiss. She melted against him. The fight inside her dying the moment his lips touched hers. He took possession of her mouth as quickly as he took possession of her soul. Her heart ached for him. She moaned against his lips loving the feel of the rasp of his stubble.

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