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  “You know you want me, and I know I want you. It will happen.” I winked.

  “Please, you’re almost as bad as them. At least they have idiotic teenage egos. What’s your excuse?”

  “I have the hottest woman I have ever seen in my sights, and I’m trying my best not to scoop you up, toss you over my shoulder, and head up to my room. Hell, the nearest empty room would do.” I was being as honest as I could be. After the shit that went down, honesty was always the best policy.

  “Does whatever bullshit you just spewed actully work?” she asked with brazen disbelief.

  “It’s called honesty, sweetheart. I don’t know,” I said with a shrug. “Usually, I don’t have to try and pick up women, they come flocking to me.” As I was “spewing” my ego all over the place as she called it, I realized how pathetic I sounded. I was off my game big time. Had I lost my skills?

  “You and your brother are cocky as hell, but he didn’t look so cocky a minute ago,” she said, as she smiled gleefully. Mike said she didn’t care for him at all. It was clear that was definitely the case.

  “Yeah, well, he’s into little Miss Blake,” I said with the shake of my head. “I get that they’re beautiful, but I don’t know what is wrong with Jackson and Mike falling for young girls.” I looked at her peaked nipples before looking into her darkened green eyes. “I prefer my women to be real women. So tell me how old you are.”

  Rolling those beautiful green eyes at me, she said, “Not that you didn’t look at my employment file already, but I’m twenty-four. How old are you?”

  “I’m thirty-one. Is that too old for you?” I didn’t care if she thought it was or not. I wasn’t in the position to change my mind about her. Wanting her the past twenty-four plus hours had turned into a small obsession to feel her pussy wrapped around my dick.

  “Yes, you are, and I’m not interested. So don’t even bother to try and change my mind. It would be pointless,” she warned, with a shaky voice.

  It was like she was challenging me. Her body language was the exact opposite of the bullshit she was spewing, and I was about to prove it.

  “I don’t have to change your mind. You’re more than interested. I spent seven years in the FBI, sweetheart. I can read you. I can see that you’re squirming. Your thighs are rubbing together. You’re good at hiding it, but I’m better at seeing it.” I ran my hand down her slender neck, feeling her pulse race. “I can feel your need.” I pushed her against the wall with ease. My hands rested on the outside of her shoulders. I pressed my body against hers as I whispered in her ear, “I know you can feel mine.”

  I needed to kiss her, so I did, and it was like lightning. I couldn’t fight the jolt as our mouths connected. My hand tugged at her hair while the other grabbed her sweet ass, pushing her heat against my cock. She mewed as I gave her a squeeze or two and pressed harder against her.

  The experience was freaking intense, so freaking intense that we didn’t notice we had company until we were interrupted by the head of the home security team. I pulled away from her, and she looked amazingly sexy with her eyes glowing with lust and her hair, damn. Hair that I somehow managed to dislodge completely, giving her that just fucked look that I hoped to see again very soon.

  I didn’t appreciate the interruption, but I guessed this fuck didn’t appreciate his employee practically getting nailed to a wall at her employers’ party.

  “Miss Monroe, you and I will have a meeting tomorrow. Don’t think this will go unnoticed,” the Dick said.

  I wasn’t worried. I would get her out of this. It was my fault anyway. Before I could say anything, she pushed me away and ran off in what looked like tears. I turned to the fuck and snarled, “How dare you make my woman cry?! You will not be having a meeting with her. If you do, you will find your ass out on the street, hoping you can get a job as security at a gas station.” I walked the fuck away pissed. What happened between April and I wasn’t over—not by a long shot.

  Chapter 3

  “OMG! What the hell did I do? I’m in deep shit now,” I said to myself once I got into my car. I fucked up big time and the only excuse I had was that I wanted to be screwed by the six-foot-plus, muscular beast that was Milo Mancini. Once I reached my apartment, which was about fifteen minutes away from the estate, I hurried inside and slammed the door shut, and I didn’t even care if I annoyed my neighbors with my noise. I kissed Milo Mancini while on the job.

  Stomping around my apartment, I knew I was in trouble. Tomorrow the agency was going to be called, and I was going to be fired. Mr. Blake had already taken a chance on me.

  Damn him. He was so hot with his suits, scruffy facial hair, and dark brown mane. Milo had broad shoulders that made him look like a bouncer. His job suited him. His clothes fit his body so well, I could make out his physique. I was right when I felt it against me earlier. His muscles held me down and his body caressed mine.

  I started packing my shit. Not sure where I was going to go, but I wasn’t going to ask for help from anyone. I was already mortified by being caught sharing the most pantie melting, orgasm building kiss I’d ever had. Not that I’d kissed many guys, but not one of them could compare to the scorcher of a kiss from Mr. Hard-ass Mancini. He’d been suspicious of me since I’d met his brother, and he’d had every right to be. I was lying to them and to almost everyone, and no muscle-bound, sexy brute was going to make me reveal the truth either.

  I’d just finished packing the first box when I heard the doorbell. “Shit!” I said in a hush. No one ever came here, so I had a feeling who it would be. It was either one of the Blakes, here to fire me, or Captain Panty Combustor. I was almost hoping it was the former, but when I got there it was definitely the latter; looking ridiculously hot in the tux he’d been wearing to the party, his bowtie was undone and hanging like he’d been trying to strip before he got here. A hint of jealousy slid down my spine. Had he managed to find some broad since I ran away well over an hour ago? There were tons of women at the party; many of them hadn’t taken their eyes off of the two man-candy brothers. I knew that because I was one of them.

  I opened the door to tell him to get lost, but like even the best-laid plans, it didn’t work out like that. His eyes resonated pure unadulterated hunger as he haughtily burst through the slightly ajar door.

  Entering like he owned the place, he looked down at me taking in my appearance. His defined jaw tightened and raised as he commanded, “Lock the door.”

  I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, so I did. “Go fuck yourself and get lost.” That backfired on my ass, big time. Milo wasn’t the kind to take orders. He only dished them out.

  Passing me by, he closed the door and locked it himself. Then gave me a look that was devastating to my panties and my brain. With the quickness I didn’t expect from such a large, burly man, I was wrapped up in his arms and pressed against the door. His mouth was on mine like it had been at the party. Only this time, we were alone.

  I felt every inch of his solid frame pressed against mine, sending me off into a state of full blown lust. His quick hands were all over me. I felt a tug on my hair as he pulled it back to attack my neck. Milo started grinding his pelvis into mine as he lifted my body and wrapped my legs around his waist.

  I moaned and sighed as his touch worked magic on me. I wanted him to take me. I didn’t care that it would be a one night stand or that he was my first. What a hell of a first?! My body was on fire already, just from his greedy fondling.

  “Bedroom,” he muttered.

  I didn’t answer because I was too lost in his pleasure to think. Since I took too long to respond, he took it upon himself to find it. I was ready for this. After what happened tonight, I was going to be homeless and running—again.

  Milo barely moved away from my neck to search for my bedroom. Not that it was hard to find, I lived in a one-bedroom apartment, and I left my room door open. He placed me back on my feet, looked me in the eyes before he started to remove the tee shirt I’d put on while I packed
. I eagerly lifted my arms, forgetting I’d taken off my bra when I got home. No words were spoken as he slowly stroked the skin on my bared flesh. My skin flared with goosebumps from his light caresses.

  He kissed his way down to my bared breasts that were feeling hard and heavy. I suddenly felt self-conscious because this man must have stripped so many women with laced things. What if I didn’t measure up? I blushed profusely when he whispered with a tortured groan, “So beautiful…fucking incredible.”

  He slid my cotton shorts down my legs. I was glad I shaved, I thought. Milo ran his hands down my legs like he needed to touch all of me. It was slow but rough as I felt the pressure of his fingertips brand my skin. He climbed his way up from my feet to reach my pussy. Taking a deep breath, he growled before stripping them off me.

  He pressed his lips to my cooch, giving it a little peck. He placed tiny kisses all around it before parting my thighs and running his fingers along the lips. My juice coated his fingers as he slid them back and forth, teasing me beyond reason before he started licking my wetness. His need was voracious as he growled hungrily and pressed his mouth harder and deeper in my pussy.

  My legs were shaking as the pleasure built. Aware of my state, he pushed my hips down so my ass landed on the bed. He spread my thighs wider and continued eating me out. I was on the verge of coming so hard. My hands slipped into his short hair and tugged and scratched at his scalp, reaching for my orgasm.

  “Uh, ah! Oh my God!” I cried as my body began to convulse. I shook and gushed, coming hard. His voracious tongue sopped up all my juices. He rose from his knees, looking at me with pure unadulterated lust. I threw my head back on the bed; my heart racing and my mind wandering. Milo stripped his clothes off in a rush, then he pulled a condom out of his pocket. I watched as he tore it with his teeth and slowly slid it down his massive cock. I don’t know why I said it, but I blurted out, “I’m on birth control.” I saw the look of indecision on his face, but he didn’t stop his movements. With my ass just at the edge of the bed, he stood and lined his cock with my entrance. I braced myself for the pain and the tirade that would come as he started to push his way into me. Needing leverage, he gripped my thighs, pressed my legs toward my stomach, and pushed all the way through my virginity.

  “Agh!” I screamed. He blanched as he looked down at me.

  “You lied about your experience earlier. Are you lying about the birth control?” he asked with a look of anger on his face. I just shook my head, but he wanted more.

  “Say it,” he demanded.

  “I’m on birth control,” I answered.

  He pulled out of me and I thought he was going to leave, but he gripped my body and placed me in the center of the bed. I saw the bloody condom and realized he was still very hard. What he did next shocked me. He pulled the condom off and tossed it on the floor.

  He bellowed, “Mine.” Then he pushed his way back into my tight pussy. It didn’t hurt as bad, but it was still pretty rough. His mouth came down on my face and kissed the tear I didn’t know I had shed. “Mine.”

  ~~~~~

  I couldn’t believe she’d been pure. Her file said she was twenty-four. I didn’t know girls saved themselves anymore, but none of that shit mattered. What mattered was she was fucking mine. I asked her about the birth control only to see if she’d lie, but I didn’t care either way. With the way I was feeling, I wouldn’t care if I knocked her up. In fact, it was something that sounded like a good fucking thing. When she said she was protected, I tore off the barrier between us and took possession of her again.

  “Mine,” I roared continuously as I stroked in and out of her pussy. I knew I had to work her back up because her shit was dry after I’d hurt her. It was my fucking goal to make her come. My mouth claimed hers again as our tongues danced. I could feel her body getting accustomed to my dick. Driving a little faster into her, I started teasing her breasts. I was hungry for them. They were round and super perky. My mouth watered and I tried not to think about how delectable she was. I needed to make her come. I moved back to her neck after tasting her tits. Licking the light sweat off her slender neck, I groaned. Every part of her body turned me on beyond reason. She started to moan and purr when my hands tugged on her gorgeous hair. I looked down at her beautiful, flushed face. Her eyes were opened wide and glazed with desire, and my heart started to jump out of my chest. Did I just fuck myself in love?

  I closed my eyes because I didn’t want to think about that. I shut it out because I wasn’t ready for love. That shit required a certain amount of trust I didn’t think I had in me, so I focused on driving my dick into her.

  “Kiss me,” she pleaded softly. I met her demand only to feel the demand of my heart. I pushed my mouth away from hers and pressed my head into the crook of her neck and ground my body into hers. She started to get shaky again, shivering with an orgasm, and I knew I was at the finish line. I slowed down my pace to a crawl and let her feel every part of my cock. Her sighs and pants got stronger with each thrust, but it was when I reached between us and rubbed her little nub that she cried out, squeezing my cock. I groaned and roared when I couldn’t hold on any longer and came deep in her pussy.

  I avoided kissing her lips again because it fucked with my heart. I just lay next to her catching my breath while she grinned. She jumped off the bed first and headed to the bathroom. I didn’t say shit because I needed to think, but I was too confused to think straight, let alone notice that she was taking a shower. It was when she walked back out of the bathroom with a towel around her perfect body that it dawned on me, she washed my scent off her. I wanted to roar and pitch a fit, but I had no damn reason for it. It was my turn to clean up, so I snatched up the condom and the wrapper and entered the bathroom.

  I looked in her mirror and wanted to punch myself for being a pussy. I should just go out there and tell her I have to run. Yeah, I don’t want to know why she gave her virgin pussy to me. Who the hell was I kidding? Of course, I wanted to know. Before I left the bathroom, I saw the birth control on the sink. So she wasn’t bullshitting me about that, that’s good to know.

  When I came back into the bedroom, she was dressed and had my clothes neatly placed on the edge of the bed. Was I being kicked out of her bed? I was being kicked out of a virgin’s bed. The thought was humbling and made me furious.

  “Why did you give up your pussy to me?” I asked angrily. She gave me her pussy then was tossing me out, which ticked me off. Like an asshole I exclaimed, “I hope you’re not in love now.”

  She looked like she wanted to deck me in the face. Hell, I wanted to do it for her. That was a shitty thing to say, especially because I wasn’t sure if it was me who’d caught feelings.

  “Please, playboy, far from it,” she sneered.

  Her dismissal only added fuel to the fire. “Then why did you give your virginity to me?”

  “Because I fucking wanted to. I don’t recall having to ask permission. What’s your deal?” she asked like I was the strange one or like she didn’t expect anything but a good night.

  “Nothing’s my deal. You don’t need my permission, but I’m just trying to figure out why you waited all this time just to give it to me.”

  “Truthfully, it’s because I thought you were super hot. That kiss back at the Blakes was the best I’d ever had and damn near set me off there. I knew you were great from just the kiss, so I knew you’d be perfect. I’m going to be fired and moving on, so why not have a one-night stand with a man I knew could get me off.” The more she spoke, the angrier I got. What the fuck? She gave me her v-card because she wanted a man with the experience to please her.

  She had to make things worse by opening her mouth again. “I wanted my first time to be great and it was. So when I find someone else I like, I won’t be afraid.”

  I growled and got in her face. “First, there isn’t going to be anyone else. I said you’re mine, and I meant that shit. Second, I’m not going anywhere and neither are you.”

  “What so we’r
e supposed to have some happily ever after? Spare me. It was great sex but nothing more.”

  Her callous attitude had made me so pissed I couldn’t see straight. I snatched my clothes from her bed and tossed them back on. My phone buzzed at that moment. I looked at the text; it was from my brother. Apparently, I was going to be shadowing Jackson all day. Damn it, I was hoping to spend most of the day with her. “Let’s get something straight. I can see right through the lies coming from your mouth. Your body tells me everything I need to know. I get that you’re nervous about this, but I’m not ready to walk away from you just yet.”

  “Ooh, I feel so special because you want another round or two of fucking,” she interrupted with mock enthusiasm.

  “It’s going to be more than that, so chill. I’ve got to go because I have to meet with my brother, but I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “I’ll be busy looking for another job so I won’t be able to see you.”

  “Nice try, Amore, but you aren’t losing your job. I already dealt with it when you ran from me.”

  “I’m not losing my job!” she squealed and jumped into my arms. She was more excited about her job than she was about me. Fuck, I wanted to slam my head against the wall.

  “Give me a kiss,” I demanded as I gasped her lily white cheeks. She smiled at me and it was too much to bear, so I kissed her. I kissed her so hard she knew she belonged to me.

  I fucked up right there. Kissing her was a dangerous occupation. I had time for one more round in her delicious heat, and she was just as eager for it. This time, I didn’t take all my clothes off and only stripped off her bottoms before I laid her down on her belly and lifted her ass up in the air. She hungrily pushed back as I pressed my dripping tip onto her ass cheeks. Slipping two fingers into her cunt, I stroked her wetness. Once her knees started shaking, I knew she was ready for the dick, but I needed to impress something on her.

  “You’re pussy is mine,” I growled as I pushed my way into her sweet pussy. I felt her squeeze her walls on my cock with my words of ownership. I ran my hands up and down her sides, lifting her shirt in the process. My touch caressed from the edge of her breasts to her slender waist, leaving her to shiver. Watching my cock slide in and out of her wet pussy was fucking distracting. Her round ass hit my stomach with each thrust, sending me deep into her womb. I pulled on her red hair that she put back up in that super tight ass ponytail she wore to work. I fucked her like I was an old-school soldier riding into battle. She lifted up and yelped when I tugged too hard. “Sorry, baby. I got too crazy, but you can’t blame me. Your ass is fucking spectacular.