Her head shake was slow before she murmured, “I want all of you, not a tease.”
“A tease, Mia?” I chuckled. “I think you got what you needed.”
She almost growled, and then she lunged for my belt buckle, undoing it quickly enough that she could slide her hand into my pants and grip my cock to return the favor. “I need this.”
Her hand pumped me once and I about lost all the control I had left. Gripping her wrist, I stopped her. Between gritted teeth I said, “Tell me you’re not ready.”
“But I am.”
I was squeezing her neck with my other hand, so I let go of her wrist and gripped her thigh instead. I wasn’t sure if it was to hold her back or to prepare to pull her forward. “I should have you in a bed first.”
“I don’t need romance, Jameson.” She raised up and positioned me right at her entrance. “I only need you to have mewhere you want me and where I want you. Do you want me here?”
There was no need for the question. My arousal was shining in the damn moonlight at the tip of my cock, beading out in rivulets, dripping for her like she was for me. And I didn’t give her any answer other than yanking her forward and slamming her pussy over my thick cock.
She gasped and I groaned, my voice feral as I said, “Damn I knew this pretty pussy was made just for me.”
She rolled her hips and whimpered, “I needed this. Needed you.”
“You got me, baby. And I got you,” I told her before letting go of my control. I fucked her hard against my machine without any reservations.
I should have had some.
She was a weakness, an employee, and a person my daughter loved.
She was someone I couldn’t lose, and that thought scared the shit out of me.
But the thrill and the fear made me drive into her harder, made me grip her hips enough that I’d leave bruises in the morning. I hadn’t even considered that I was fucking her raw, that we didn’t use protection, or that this could end badly.
Because I wouldn’t let it. It wouldn’t end.
I wouldn’t let her go.
I’d keep her. Even if she didn’t want to be kept.
I came into her hard on that thought.
Mia
WHEN A PERSON FINALLYopens the door to their room of secrets, they aren’t alone anymore. They shared their true self, the one they hide from everyone else, and you have to choose to accept who they are or not.
I chose Jameson that night.
I chose his fury, his rage, and his possessiveness along with his passion, thoughtfulness, and protectiveness. All of that created the enigma of a man that he was. He didn’t leave my side the rest of the night, showering with me, fucking me in my bed again, sleeping beside me.
I chose him because I knew he chose me too. He stood up for me, asked me when I was ready, waited on me through the night, and held me tight enough that the nightmares I normally had ceased.
And the next morning, Franny coming home early solidified that decision.
He called me from the porch after he’d woken me up by being between my legs for breakfast and told me he had a surprise. No need to get dressed.
Standing there in my orchid pajamas felt less than formal when his mother and Franny pulled up in an SUV.
Yet, Franny jumped from the car and raced toward me with pigtails swinging, her binoculars around her neck, and a big smile on her face. That sweet baby girl hugged me first rather than Jameson. She whispered in my ear, “Daddy said he wanted me home now so we get to play all day.” She squealed and ran out of my arms and into Jameson’s, pulling him along saying that she wanted to play tag with Malek.
Jameson didn’t disappoint. He ran after them both while I smiled at the scene before I realized it left me alone with Jameson’s mother, who was standing by the car, eyeing me with newfound curiosity. “How was your night with the syndicate?”
“Different,” I answered, not sure what else to say.
