“You’re right.” I take a deep breath and simply say, “My last long-term relationship ended with her cheating on me with my best friend, who also had a girlfriend. She said I was a terrible boyfriend who didn’t know how to communicate and was a workaholic. They texted right in front of me, and she would smile at her phone all the time. It hit a nerve.”
The rest of her softens. She takes my other hand and kisses my palm. It’s a simple act, but one that has my heart bursting at the seams. This woman is perfect for me. She knows exactly whatI need. She deserves the very best, and that’s me, everything I have to offer her. She’s mine to worship.
“Dane, I’m so sorry. What a shitty thing for them to do. For the record, being a workaholic isn’t a bad thing.” She rubs my back and says, “I’m not her.” She lifts herself onto her tiptoes and kisses my neck, whispering in my ear, “I’m yours.”
Her hands move to the back of my neck; mine instinctively circle around her waist. The warmth of her embrace calms my soul and my thoughts. This is where we belong—together.
Her arms loosen around my neck. And the heat from her body dissipates. I want it back. But instead, we eat our dinner.
Silence spreads throughout the kitchen at first. Then she breaks it. “How’s the case going?”
I tell her what I can without breaking privilege. As we continue the conversation, she tells me about her new workout routine, now that the openings are done, and the latest book she’s reading.
After cleaning up, she stands by the doorway, wiggling her eyebrows. There’s my invitation. It took only a few steps with my long strides to be on top of her. Picking her up, she wraps her legs around my waist.
“You still have plans to fuck me up against this wall?” she asks, biting my neck like she’s lost all control of herself. I’ll take every bit of that.
Lowering her to her feet, I undress her; it’s pure insanity with clothes flying across the room. Once we are naked, I grip both of her hips and yank her to me. She holds on tight around my neck, and I feel her leg muscles supporting her. Sexy as fuck. A pained groan escapes me as I slam her against the wall.
“Fuck me, Dane.”
“Anything you want, sweetheart.” I mean it as I find her entrance and inch by fucking inch I’m sucked into her sweet, dripping wet pussy.
“You were made just for me.” She whimpers when I’m all the way in. “You’re fucking mine, sweetheart. I’m going to worship you tonight and every day after.”
My heart races and my muscles tense up, holding her as I move my hips. Long strokes with my cock coming almost all the way out and slamming back into her. She pants in my ear and bites my lobe and neck. Thrill shoots through me, and this won't take long if she keeps that up.
I feel her legs tighten on my waist, and her panting gets quicker; she’s close. Her head falls back against the wall as she cries, “Dane, harder.”
I do what I’m told. Short, quick strokes in and out of her pussy. She’s tensing up, and I feel that tight pussy clenching my cock. A few more and she’s moving her hips, chasing her orgasm, rocking that pussy, my balls tighten.
“Dane,” she moans as her eyes roll back in her head.
I spill into her. My hips stutter as her pussy pulls every last drop of cum from me. Our ragged breathing, hearts beating at an alarming speed, and sweat consuming us.
The night continues with us in her bed, wrapped up in each other. I smile so wide my cheeks hurt. After a couple more rounds of mind-blowing sex, we fall asleep.
I wake up to her sleeping on my chest. Squeezing her closer to me, I place a kiss on the top of her head.
TWENTY-NINE
Kendall
“Dane…why are there Rambo-type men walking around my yard?” I call over my shoulder. I finally hear his footsteps behind me as I’m peeking out my window.
“What’s wrong?” he says, sounding confused as he rubs my back.
I pull back the curtain and say, “See for yourself. I suppose you have nothing to do with these men.”
He leans into me and says nonchalantly, “Oh, yeah, that’s the security I hired.”
Pulling away, I whip my head around so fast I think it will spin off. Heat rises up my neck. Taking a deep breath, trying not to lose it, I say, “You did what?”
The deer-in-headlights look tells me he wasn’t expecting me to be upset. But what the hell? You hire security for someone and don’t bother to even mention it, never mind ask if it’s okay.
Standing his ground, he says, “I hired security for you. I won’t be able to be here all the time.”
“Did it ever cross your mind that you might want to ask me first before hiring security?”
