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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  More books by Sade Rena

  Dirty Endeavors: Dirty Love Duet

  Copyright © 2020 by Sade Rena

  This novella is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  A Novel Written & Published by Sade Rena

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  Chapter One

  KADE

  Six Months Later...

  A knock comes to the door, and I open it without even bothering to check the peephole. I already know who it is; I’ve impatiently waited hours for her to arrive and here she is, outside my suite, smiling back at me. I grab her bags with one hand and yank her inside with the other. She giggles when I pull her close to my bare chest and let the heavy door slam shut. It’s been a month since I’ve seen her face or touched her smooth caramel skin. The bags fall from my grip beside our feet, freeing my hands, allowing me the chance to run them along her flesh.

  I bring her lips to mine, devouring her mouth and savoring the way she tastes. Like ginger ale and something sweet. She moans and wraps her arms around my neck, standing on her toes to meet my height. I grip the tail of her t-shirt and fist the material, tugging it up and over her head. It falls to the floor as I move on to her leggings. I slip inside the thin fabric, running my palms along the curve of her ass, stopping only to cup and squeeze.

  My own arousal stirs, and my dick fights against the front of my loungewear, it’s length pressing into her stomach. Without breaking our kiss, Jessica reaches inside my pants. The feel of her nails, gently scraping my pelvic right before she grips me, sends a warm and tingling sensation through me. She strokes me softly at first, circling the tip, spreading my pre-cum around and down my shaft. With our mouths still intertwined, I walk her toward the bed, being careful not to bump into any of the furniture in our path.

  We make it to the sleeping area of my one-bedroom suite, and she pulls back. My dick springs against my stomach when she pulls her hands from my pants, and I instantly miss her touch. I try to kiss her again, but she pushes me off, playfully teasing me with her eyes. I smirk and rush forward, catching the waist of her leggings and force her back to me. I tickle her sides, laughing at how wild she goes when I do it.

  “Okay, stop.” She surrenders and peers up at me.

  I peck her lips once then run my tongue along the shape of them. She closes her eyes and releases a deep breath, her body relaxing in my hold. I love the way she responds to me, always open and willing to be pleased by my touch, and damn if I don’t love pleasing her.

  “Get undressed, sweets,” I demand, stepping back a few inches. “I need to see you, all of you.”

  She does as I ask with no hesitation. Starting with her bra, she unhooks the front, her full breasts springing free of its constraints. Jessica moves to the stretchy material that attempts to contain those thick thighs I love. She slides them down, one leg at a time, taunting me.

  A guttural moan builds in the pit of my throat, and the anticipation of having her naked in front of me is driving me slightly crazy. Finally, she steps out of them, standing before me in nothing but a navy-blue thong. It didn’t take me long after the first time in her office to learn that these are her favorite kind of panties to wear.

  I fucking love them, too.

  Thongs are seductive, even if she isn’t trying to be. They cover the most sensitive part of her body but leave much to be desired.

  I step forward, taking her by the waist and forcefully tilting her head back. She stretches her neck out to me, inviting me to lick her there. I search her face, loving the need in her eyes. I suckle her collarbone, nibbling softly when she moans. Kissing her shoulder, I tighten my hold on her throat before moving my hand down to her left tit. Her nipple is hard, pressing against my palm, begging to be squeezed and licked. I do both.

  “I need you to fuck me, Kade,” she says softly.

  “Soon enough, baby. Now turn around, I wanna see your ass in the air,” I twirl her, not giving her the chance to do so on her own. It’s been thirty long-ass days since I’ve been inside her, so forgive me for being impatient.

  She bends over on the bed, immediately getting into position on her knees. My gaze traces the arch of her back, and I marvel over the image in front of me. Every curve of this woman’s body, every dimple, every fucking inch drives me wild. I rub my hand over her perfectly heart-shaped ass, admiring the sight of it. She hates it when I tell her it’s like a work of art—the Mona Lisa of asses.

  My stiffness strains against my sweatpants, begging to be freed and buried in her honey. I disrobe, kicking my bottoms to the side and mount up behind her. Taking myself into my hand, I squeeze and tug softly before rubbing my head up and down the seat of her panties, somewhat tracing the material from the front to where it disappears between her cheeks. I pull them aside, repeating my motions and coating myself in her juices. I’d want nothing more than to shove myself deep and feel her warmth around me, but I know if I tried, she’d fucking kill me.

  In the nightstand two feet from us, I snag a condom from the box I slipped in there earlier. After breaking the seal, I sheath my dick and reposition myself. Her arch deepens once I’m in and thrust forward, giving her every inch. I think back to our first time together, how I came way too quick, and chuckle internally. That was fucking embarrassing, but she didn’t seem to notice. But I tell you what, it’s been my mission to make up for that every time she lets me into her temple.

  Shaking away my thoughts, I zone in on my woman, focusing only on giving her the pleasure I know she needs. We switch positions, this time her on top. I dig myself into the pillow, watching, panting, and grabbing at her sides as she does her dance atop me. Her eyes roll back, and her rhythm picks up, signaling to me that her climax is near. I sit up, taking a nipple into my mouth, sucking just the way she likes, before falling back onto the mattress and lifting my hips to match her ride. She moans and calls my name when I find her clit, rubbing it with my thumb.

  I watch her ride the waves of pleasure, her face twisting into a beautiful display of lust and bliss. She leans forward, falling on my chest, still aiming for her orgasm. Her juices flow between us and my sac tightens, compelling me to grip her tight and pound my dick into her.

  “Fuck… Fuck, Kade, I… I’m cumming,” she belts out.

  I groan into her neck as I find my own release, both our bodies bucking against each other, our breaths labored. We lie still in this position, neither of us able to move. After a few seconds, she climbs off and takes the space beside me, still panting. I pull her into my arms, planting a few kisses to her forehead.

  “That was amazing,” I finally say.

  She nods. “It was.” She drapes her arm over my torso.

  “I’m so damn glad you changed your mind and gave us a shot.”

  I feel her face shift and imagine her smiling.

  “I am, too. Ju
st imagine if you weren’t so sure about us, we’d never have had as much amazing sex as we do.”

  “I’d like to have more than we do.” I rub her shoulder and adjust my neck on the pillow. “When will you be ready to tell people about us?”

  She quiets for a moment then toys with the hairs under my navel. “Not yet.”

  I sigh, choosing not to press the issue. The last six months with Jessica have been amazing, and I’ve loved every minute of it. But it seems no matter what I do or say, she’s still hung up on the idea of people not knowing we’re together. In the beginning, I was fine with it. I just wanted her, and if taking things slow and keeping us secret was what she wanted, I was willing to deal with that. I still am. I guess I just want to spend more time with her, openly.

  Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes, letting sleep wash over me. The flight from LA to Bali was long as hell, and though I napped a little on the plane, it wasn’t much as I still had business to tend to. I could have slept when I arrived at the resort, but I knew her plane got in just a few hours after mine, so I decided to stay up for us to sleep together.

  JESSICA

  I open my eyes, finding myself enveloped in Kade’s strong arms. A smile stretches to my eyes, and I plant a kiss to the top of his bald head. He’s nuzzled into my chest, cradling me close with one leg draped over me. When sleep took over us, our position was reversed, and I wonder at what point did the roles switch. Every chance we get to be together, he ends up like this, knocked out to the drumming of my heart without a care in the world.

  He snorts, wiggling his nose against my naked flesh. I lie still, not wanting to wake him. The week ahead of us will be bustling with activities and staff, all here for the annual summer retreat. With all that and his responsibilities as the head of this company, he won’t get the luxury of just relaxing like the rest of us, so I want him to sleep as much as possible. He snores lightly, and I chuckle. He’s peaceful or tired. Either way, I could lie here in his grasp all night.

  I glance over at the digital clock on the nightstand and realize it’s morning and I’d forgotten to call my mother. I was supposed to do so once I landed at the airport, but with baggage claim delays and getting through customs it slipped my mind. It doesn’t help that as soon as I knocked on the door, this man who’s still stark naked beside me, couldn’t wait to have his way with me.

  Peeling the covers back, I slide from bed, being careful not to stir him from his slumber. On the back of the recliner in the far corner is his t-shirt. All of my clothing is in the living room, so I snag the oversized garment and pull it over my head. Before stepping out into the main living area of this large suite, I peek over my shoulder to make sure he’s still asleep. I pull the door closed and gather my things from the middle of the floor.

  I reach for my bags and sit them against the wall so they’re out of the way then dig through my carry-on for my cell phone. I have no idea if my cellular service actually works in this country, but my provider promised it would. I power on the device, waiting for it to pick up a signal. I look around, allowing myself to take in the decor and layout of the space for the first time since getting here.

  Kade told me the resort was nice, but I wasn’t expecting it to be this nice. The room is large and elegantly adorned with bohemian-style furniture. An oversized, deep-seated sofa sits in the middle, separating the living area from the small eating section. On the right is all the essentials normally provided in a hotel room: microwave, coffee maker, mini fridge, and a nice size table.

  On the left past the sofa is an all-wood coffee table, stained a deep-chestnut color that contrasts perfectly with the cream rug and greenery nestled throughout. A fifty-inch flat screen is mounted to the wall that leads into the bedroom. On the other side a few feet from the entrance is a study area, fully equipped with a glass desk and cream swivel chair. All of the appliances are upscale and appear to be relatively new.

  My phone screen lights up, dragging my attention to the call I need to make. The signal isn’t strong, but two bars should be enough for me to at least check in. I dial my mother’s number, placing the receiver to my ear, and wait for her to answer. After the fifth ring, she does.

  “Hey, sweetie. Did you make it to the resort?”

  “I did. Sorry I didn’t call straight away. We have a twelve-hour time zone difference. When I got in, it was the middle of the night for you. What are you and Dad up to?” I whisper while checking over my shoulder.

  My mother doesn’t know about Kade, and I know if I wake him, she will hear him and the questions will never stop.

  “We just got in from dinner with the neighbors. Your dad is sitting in his chair, but I’m about to shower and prepare for bed,” she adds through a yawn.

  She continues on for a few minutes, filling me in on most of her day and what plans she has for tomorrow. Neither of my parents are retired, so they’ll both be headed to work in a few hours, but there’s so much she wants to get done in the day. I smile at her ambitious to-do list, appreciating that she’s who I get my Type A personality from. The loud roaring of my stomach distracts me, and I rest my hand on my mid-section as if that will silence it.

  “Okay, Mom. I’m going to let you go now. It’s early here, and I want to get some food before everyone starts to come in for the retreat.”

  “Okay, sweetie. Love you! Call me in a few days, let me know how everything is going.”

  We say our goodbyes as I thumb through the in-room menu I find next to the microwave. I skim through the pages, struggling over what I’d like. Everything looks and sounds amazing, but with the way my hunger is set up, after traveling and the appetite I built up last night, I could eat it all. It takes me a few minutes before narrowing it down to a few options.

  It dawns on me that Kade will most likely be hungry as well, so I order fruit, waffles, and turkey sausage for the both of us. I decide to skip the eggs, considering they aren’t the best when reheated and for concern they may not be real eggs. The last thing I need is to have an upset stomach during my time here due to a synthetic food substance.

  I thank the clerk and set the phone back on the hook. It shouldn’t be long to prepare the meal, but I’ll need something to hold me over until it comes. I strut over to the coffee station and fix myself a cup of joe from the single-serve machine. The Keurig sputters to life, tiny specks of coffee splashing on the rim of the paper cup and counter space surrounding it. A minute or so later, the last drop falls, and the equipment goes back into sleep mode. I mix in a few packets of sugar, some liquid creamer from the small basket on the counter, and savor the bitter-sweet concoction as it coats my throat.

  I make my way to the couch and plop down on the plush cushion, allowing my head to fall back onto the pillows. God, it feels good, just as great as the mattress in the bedroom. I close my eyes for a bit, enjoying the calm I feel at this moment. The hustle and bustle of traveling, and all the preparation required for a trip really does take a lot out of you. The rest of my colleagues and folks from the other offices will be here this evening, and I know once they do, there won’t be much room for me to just enjoy any remnants of solitude.

  A knock followed by the announcement of room service breaks my concentration. I peel my eyes open, staring at the ceiling for a second before getting up. The t-shirt I have on stops just under butt, leaving nothing to the imagination. It will take a little while to find my pants, so I opt to wing it. Opening the door, I stick only my head out into the hall, smiling at the sweet-faced young lady carrying my food tray.

  “Good morning, Mrs. Braxton,” she grins, calling me by Kade’s last name.

  I start to correct her but decide not to bother. It’s an honest assumption. I am in his room, so I could easily be his wife. I smile back at her, accepting the room service ticket and pen she hands out to me. After I sign the order and indicate the tip amount, she takes them from me.

  “Can you set the tray on the floor? I’ll grab it in a second,” I plead.

  She s
its the brown serving dish in front of the door. “Yes, of course. Have a great day!”

  “You, too.” Once she’s no longer within eyesight, I open the door fully and quickly grab my order before anyone can walk by and see me.

  Placing the food on the coffee table, I return to my seat on the sofa and use one of the empty plates to serve myself a helping. I pop a strawberry in my mouth, instantly grateful and surprised by its freshness. I don’t eat fruit often, because most of the produce sections in stores around me are understocked with an aged selection.

  “Sweets?” Kade calls out, his voice hoarse from sleep.

  “I’m on the sofa and I have food,” I bite into a sausage link.

  Kade groans, and the sound of the bed frame creaking serves as an answer. A few seconds later, I peek up, finding him in the archway completely bare. I don’t know if it’s just a serious case of morning wood or he’s really happy to see me. He stands there, striking a pose as if he’s waiting for me to say something to him.

  I laugh. “Hey, you sexy beast, you,” I chew another piece of meat.

  “You’re the sexy one.” Kade walks toward me with his manhood standing at attention. “My face is up here, nasty,” he teases.

  “Well, when you come out of the room like that, where am I supposed to look?” I chuckle.

  He snags a waffle square from the tray and flops down beside me, and the impact of his thick frame hitting the cushion causes me to shift.

  “Ooo,” he says and bites a corner out of the cakey substance.

  “What?” I turn to look at him.