Wanting it All - Livia Grant

Chapter One

Markus

The room was still pitch black as Markus rolled away from his wife, reaching to swat at the buzzing cell phone on his nightstand. As his brain rebooted for the day ahead, the anxiety he’d tried to press down before bed crashed in.

To say there was a lot on the line was an understatement. If things didn’t go his way today, one of his oldest friends would be paying a high price.

“Too early,” Brianna mumbled, burrowing closer to his warmth, flinging her arm across his bare torso.

A few minutes wouldn’t make a difference—one more snooze. He wrapped the love of his life tighter in his arms, enjoying how she snuggled into his chest as her pillow.

Brianna Lambert was many things, but a morning person wasn’t one of them. Still, these quiet minutes he spent holding her close each morning were some of his favorite of the day. He took a drag of her vanilla and lavender shampoo, letting the calming scent wash over him.

He had just relaxed enough to doze off when the alarm rang again. There could be no more delays.

“Don’t go,” she sighed as he used his Apple Watch to turn off the alarm, preparing to roll out of bed.

“Today, more than ever, I wish I could stay. But I need to get going. I’m due in court early downtown.” He left off the part that he was meeting his clients, one an old college roommate, for breakfast first. The men needed to review a few things before they went into closing arguments that morning.

“I thought you tried to avoid court on Fridays,” Brianna mumbled against his body.

“Yeah, well sometimes it just doesn’t work out that way. This case is kinda different from my normal docket.” He was hedging. Right on time, the crush of guilt sat on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

“Is this still the case you’re doing to help some old friend?”

He’d at least told her that much.

“Yeah, but with any luck the judge will dismiss the charges today and it’ll finally be over.” Even as he said them, the words felt like the lie they were. A dismissal was more than a long shot, at least with Judge McKinney on the bench. She’d made it perfectly clear that she thought Lukus Mitchell was a barbarian. The thought of a submissive woman voluntarily submitting sexually to a dominant man was a foreign dynamic for the feminist judge. Their only hope was that the jury didn’t feel the same.

He was just about to push out of bed when he felt Bri’s hand drifting lower under the covers until she’d wrapped her slender fingers around his cock. Despite the pending stress of the day, his shaft rose to the occasion.

“Bri… I need to get up. Oh, shit… that feels amazing.”

Her strokes from base to tip were erratic. She was right-handed, and pre-dawn challenged, yet still, the pressure she used as she jacked him off was perfect.

“You’d better stop unless you want to have to change the sheets today,” he tried to warn her.

The tinkle of her laughter was his drug of choice.

“I have the perfect solution,” she bragged mischievously just before diving headfirst under the covers.

“Bri, sweetheart, I don’t have time…” But he swallowed the rest of his objection as soon as her warm, wet mouth encased the tip of his erection.

Surely, this was what it felt like to be in Heaven.

Her licks grew bolder, sucking as she used her talented tongue until he was fully erect. When Brianna removed her hand and took his cock into her mouth, he had to forcibly grab the comforter with his right hand, gripping the fabric hard to avoid thrusting his hips off the bed. Despite the heavenly warmth her mouth provided, the urge to turn his devilish nature loose was strong. It took all of his willpower to let her maintain control of the leisurely pace of her loving blowjob when all he wanted to do was hold her head hard against his groin so he could roughly face-fuck her until she gagged and cried for mercy.

Get the fuck out of my head.

Memories of his sexual past had been flaring up with a concerning frequency and as always, he pushed them aside. Brianna was his do-over… the love of his life. He was determined to hold his old demons at bay because she deserved a better man than he had been. She deserved the world.

Once he’d swept unwanted memories aside, the pleasure of her bobbing head