Silicon Valley Sweetheart by Alyssa St. Claire Page A

must have been a really bad sprain.
    We didn’t talk in the car on the way to my apartment. I was so mad at him that there was nothing I wanted to say to him right now.
    He carried me through the front door and set me down gently on my bed. His smell was captivating. He went to the closet and got two extra pillows and placed them under my ankle.
    “Do you have any ice?” he asked.
    “There’s a package of frozen vegetables in the freezer. Can you also get me some aspirin?”
    “One healing cold pack and pain reliever coming right up!” Mark declared.
    Mark sat down on the bed next to me. He gently placed the bag on my ankle and handed me a glass of water with three aspirins.
    He leaned closer to me. If he only knew how much passion there was brewing inside of me. Even though I was in tremendous pain, I wanted him badly.
    He gently stroked my hair. When he leaned closer to me, I lifted up to kiss him. He began softly kissing my lips. My hand ran down his chest. The softness of his skin compared to the hardness of his muscular chest was breathtaking. I could feel my desire for him rising. He made me feel sexy. Beautiful.
    I reached up to kiss him. He brought his lips near mine. Slowly, his tongue began to explore my lips. He was so hot.
    “Are you sure you feel up to this? We don’t have to do this if your ankle hurts too much,” he said with genuine concern.
    I grabbed hold of him tighter. “Yes, I want you. All of you.”
    He began kissing my neck as his hands slowly made their way down to my breasts. My breathing became slower and deeper. He gently rubbed my breasts. I lifted up so that he could take my shirt off. Smiling at me, he sat up to take off his shirt, too.
    I reached out to grab his cock. I slowly rubbed it. It was hard. I could feel him pulsating in my hand. Gently, he pulled my hand away. “Wait, I don’t want to come just yet.”
    His hands slowly made their way to my clit. He began stroking it. I was wet already.
    “Mmm.... I love how wet I make you,” he said, kissing me on my neck.
    His hands went back down to exploring me. I began to moan when he put his fingers in me. He gently rubbed his finger inside me, slowly increasing the pace. My hips began to writhe uncontrollably. I knew I was about to come.
    “Let it go, Shirin. Let me see you come,” he whispered.
    As he continued to rub, the sensations kept building in intensity. I yelled out his name as my sex exploded causing strong waves of vibrations.
    “I want you inside me, Mark.”
    He pulled out a condom and put it on. Slowly his hard cock entered me. I love the feel of his cock. He began thrusting in and out. Our hips moved in sync.
    “Oh, you’re so tight, Shirin. You drive me wild.” We both began breathing heavily. I could feel another orgasm building. He grabbed my hips and began thrusting fast and furiously.
    “How do I make you feel, Shirin?”
    “Mmm.... amazing.” I bit down on my bottom lip as another orgasm filled my body with waves of pleasure. Mark moaned louder as he came at the same time I did. We lay there holding each other tight. I’d never felt so happy in my life.
    He got up to remove the condom. He came back to bed and wrapped me in his strong arms around me. Within minutes, I was asleep in his warm embrace.

Chapter 14
    I woke up to the smell of French toast and bacon. I sat up on the side of the bed and gently set my foot down to see how much weight I could put on my sprained ankle. I was happy that wasn’t broken, but I knew it was going to take a while for it to heal.
    I limped out into the dining room, trying not to put too much pressure on my ankle.
    “Good morning,” Mark said. “Coffee?”
    “Thank you. That smells really good.” I was still half asleep.
    “Breakfast is almost ready.”
    I knew I was going to have to say something about last night. Mark had no right to act the way he had.
    “How’s your ankle?”
    “It’s sore, but it’s going to be okay.” I took a deep breath. “Mark,