I gather her hair in my hand, a makeshift ponytail, and tilt her head back so that she’s looking up to the ceiling, her throat exposed.
“Are your security people stalking me already?” she asks in a raspy voice, gasping a little when I dip my head to drag my lips up and down the length of her neck, from the soft place beneath her ear to the delicate curve of her collarbone
“Yes,” I say against her skin. “In fact, they’re already stationed outside your apartment in California. Better people. Not the idiots fooled by a decoy.”
“Jesus Christ,” she breathes, and it makes me smile. “Stalked by security before I even get home. That’s insane.”
“It gets worse,” I say. “We’re tracking your cell phone and bank card.”
“That’s a gross invasion of my privacy,” she says.
“Then you’re going to hate what I have to say next.”
“Don’t tell me. You planted a tracking chip in my body while I was asleep.”
“Sadly, no,” I say, bringing my lips up to meet hers. Taking in her juicy mouth, the sweet taste of her tongue against mine.
She sags against me, hands holding onto my arms as she leans in and collapses against me. The sweet surrender that I used to savor so much, the feeling of having a strong woman submit herself to my touch.
“I bought your apartment complex,” I say when I pull out of the kiss, my hands on her hips, directing her to the bed.
“Please say you’re joking.”
“Sorry,” I grin, pushing her back against the pillows before climbing over her.
I don’t know why Hazel is allowing this, why she came here tonight. All I know is that I’m going to take what she’s willing to give, knowing she might not be willing to give it again after this night.
“And the purpose of buying my apartment complex is?”
“Security cameras,” I explain. “I mean, my team hacked into them months ago. But it’s just easier this way.”
Hazel groans as I reach the buttons on her blouse, fingers working quickly to reveal inch after inch of soft skin.
“We’re installing a security gate,” I continue. “Implementing ID badges. Rennovating the top floor.”
“Huh?”
“Merging all the units on the top floor into one,” I reply. “I need more space if I’m going to be moving in.”
Hazel pulls out of my kiss and stares at me.
“Really?”
I can’t tell why she’s asking. Whether she’s angry or happy. It almost seems as though she’s both at the same time.
“Really,” I say. “Hazel I tried protecting you from Damien by staying away. I thought he’d leave you alone if he thought we were broken up.”
“Why didn’t he?”
“Because he knows me,” I reply. “He’s known me since we were boys and he saw the way I was with you. He’s not stupid. He knew I loved you, even if I didn’t know it yet.”
Her eyes search mine, body hot against me.
“You love me?”
“I love you. And Hazel, I promise you that I’m going to make sure -”
“Shut up and fuck me already,” Hazel says, wrapping her legs around my waist, pulling me so that my hard cock is pressed against her core, separated only by my boxers and her jeans, layers that I quickly shed for the both of us, impatient to be inside of her.
