Free Unscripted by Christy Pastore Page B

because he said he was sorry for her loss and not to worry about the payment. In fact, he handed her all the cash he had on him and told her to use it to take care of those two sweet girls.
    My mother quickly fell into a deep depression after my dad died, but just as quickly, after only two weeks of mourning, she snapped out of it. Men all over from Los Angeles County to Orange County and beyond had stopped by to see if the widowed Helen Prescott was doing okay. Once my mother realized she was being pursued by some of the wealthiest, well connected and successful men in Southern California she dried her eyes and went to work on finding her second husband. This time around Helen Elizabeth Prescott was going to marry for money not love.
    Love. I’d never been in love. I thought I was once with my first college boyfriend and maybe Shia LaBeouf, but if anyone ever told me I’d be in the throes of passion with a real life movie star like Ronan, I’d have scoffed at the not-in-a-million-years fantasy notion.
    “ Would you like some coffee Holliday?” Ronan’s sexy throaty Irish accent grabbed my attention, sweeping me back to reality.
    I shook my head and said, “No, I’d like something else first, please.” I fluttered my long lashes at him, cocking my head to the side, letting the covers fall to reveal a better view of my body.
    Ronan made his way towards me, taking his sweet ass time. I’m pretty sure he was doing everything in slow motion, driving me insane on purpose, waiting for him to touch me. He pulled his grey shirt over his head, tossing it across the room where it hit the back of the couch. I felt my pulse quicken as he entered the master suite through the open French doors, locking his eyes with mine. My skin began to tingle. His intense smoldering gaze was burning into me like the fire of a thousand suns. My blood was swirling in the bottom of my stomach. I drew up my knees to my chest, biting my lower lip as I watched him taking slow strides, inching closer towards the bed. Ronan Connolly had seduced me, and I was under his sexual spell. I was drunk with desire from his intoxicating scent, hot as hell body and charming personality.
    Finally, Ronan was on top of me and kissing me forcefully, deeply engulfing my mouth with the soft strength of his firm lips. When he kissed me I felt like a storm was rising beneath my skin. His pull on me was magnetic, like the force the moon has on the ocean, natural and instinctual. His hands eagerly explored my body as his tongue twisted feverishly with mine, and then he pulled back, caressing my tongue with long delectable strokes. I thought I might come at any second just from kissing this delicious man. Our bodies were so in tune with each other, every look, touch and sound prompted a reaction.
    Ronan ran his hands over my abs and then hungrily shoved my knees apart, running his finger over my pulsing clit. He tugged at my nipples with his teeth through the silk fabric of my chemise, teasing me. I gasped at the pain of my sensitive body. I was still sore from the marathon fuck fest we had only a few short hours ago.
    I ran my hands over his broad shoulders and down his back, digging my nails into his firm ass. He growled in my mouth, and that made me giggle. My hands flew to his pajama bottoms, pulling them quickly from his hips. I couldn’t seem to get them down fast enough. My body was building for him, craving for Ronan to be inside me, deep inside me. Pushing his tongue further into my mouth, I took his long thick shaft in my hands, working my grip slowly up and down, feeling every inch of him become hardened at my touch.
    “ Ronan,” I panted breathlessly.
    Ronan slid two of his long skilled fingers inside me, working my body over with slow strokes. Completely turned on, I was so ready to be fucked.
    “ I love how greedy you are for me, Holliday. Always wet.”
    I pulled him closer to me, sliding my tongue into his mouth, moaning in pleasure at the feel of his