“Oooh, are you going to slap me with a tort?”
I laughed. “Ah, that’s not really how that works.
“Slapping me with any kind of pie works, baby. But right now, I’m interested in some honey,” he said, burying his face in my pussy.
I gripped his head and dug my heel into the mattress to keep my body from floating off the bed, arching into his mouth. God, I wish I could use my other leg.
“Doom, now. Don’t make me wait.”
He smiled up at me. “Eager, Angel?”
I let out a frustrated growl in answer and he laughed, crawling up my body and sliding into me. Slowly. Jerk.
“Lincoln,” I warned.
He kissed me, putting me out of my misery and buried himself deeper inside of me, then he moved, slamming into me harder and harder until I came so hard, I screamed his name.
“Now that I’m deaf…,” he rasped, running his nose against mine.
“Whatever. You loved every second.”
He chuckled and kissed me gently, then slid out of me, pulling me against his chest. “Do you have a date to get the boot off yet?”
“About three more weeks.”
“You let me know and I’ll go with you.”
“Okay.”
Doom ran a finger over one of my scars and asked, “You feel like sharin’?”
“You didn’t find everything out you wanted to know when you did your background check?”
“I saw the police report, yes. But I didn’t go medical records deep.”
“I was right out of law school, working for the DA’s office and Garrett Smalls was being prosecuted for rape, kidnapping, and murder. We had him dead to rights on everything, but I still wanted to make sure no rock was left unturned. Which meant, I was on his radar. Long story short, he made bail. His grandmother’s loaded and she got him out. I was supposed to have a detail on me twenty-four-seven, but he got to me during the shift change.”
Doom pulled me a little closer and I closed my eyes, the memories flooding back.
“He stabbed me in my abdomen nine times before he was pulled off of me. Irreparable damage to my uterus, but otherwise, no major organs hit. Lucky to be alive, yada yada.”
“I’m sorry, Angel.”
I forced a smile and glanced up at him. “It sucked. Big time. But I couldn’t dwell in what could have been and wasn’t, or I’d have curled up and died. I have a great life and an incredible career, and now I have my sexual needs tended to, so what’s not to be thankful for?”
Doom chuckled, rolling me onto my back and kissing me. “Your sexual needs are tended to, huh?”
“Quite nicely, yes.”
“I’d appreciate it if you’d leave me a good review on Yelp.”
“Yelp does reviews for gigolos?”
“Yelp does reviews foreverything,” he retorted, kissing me.
I chuckled, stroking his beard. “I have a loaded question for you.”
He sighed, closing his eyes. “What?”
