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  “Ashley, you and I both know if I wanted to fuck you and take what is mine, I could have done it already. I don’t even need to try.” Sipping at my brandy, I glanced down the length of her body.

  The dress she wore molded to every curve. It was made for her. She was so fucking pretty, and my balls ached. I needed to come. Even though I’d come all over those full tits hours ago, I felt the need for a brand-new release.

  “Have a drink.” I moved toward my sound system. Without asking for her preference, I put on an upbeat dance song. It was one of the tunes that had been playing that night when they celebrated Emily’s birthday.

  After going back to my drinks table, I poured another glass of brandy. No pressure. If she wanted to drink, she could. If not, then I respected her for it.

  “What are you trying to do?” she asked.

  “Have fun. Do you know how to do that? Or do you want to keep jumping down my throat about how useless I am as a male?”

  I finished my glass and poured myself another.

  “I don’t think you’re useless.”

  “You hate what I do.” I finished off the second glass, the pale liquid helping me to relax. The music finally permeating through the fog. I needed to relax.

  I needed to fuck.

  There were so many women who’d come to me with just a phone call. I could make Ashley watch while I took them.

  I didn’t.

  I did what I’d never done in my fucking life. I allowed the music to seep into my mind, permitting it to take over. Dancing to the beat as I watched Ashley.

  She had the drink in her hand. Her gaze on me. I would have done anything to have her naked and ready for me.

  Her gaze stayed on me.

  She tipped the glass to her lips and drank. I watched her throat work.

  My need for sex was so strong that watching her throat work, I imagined my cock sinking into her mouth, choking her as she took me.

  I’d come all over her tits, but now I wanted to fill that sweet mouth.

  Seconds turned to minutes, and Ashley finished off one glass while I went on to my fourth.

  The music changed through multiple songs, and Ashley’s hips began to move. She swayed left and right. I watched her.

  Eyes closed, head tilted back to the side. Her hair fell around her in waves, shaping her body.

  Slowly, her arms went up, and it was like she got lost in the beat as she danced with free abandon. She looked like a nymph, calling to me.

  Finishing off my drink, I answered the call, banding my arm around her waist. She didn’t fight me.

  I kept one hand on her ass, and with the other, I cupped her face.

  She opened her eyes, staring into mine.

  I was sure she could see every single part of me. The hard, the soft, the broken, the impenetrable. Ashley didn’t know it yet, but she’d stripped me, layer by layer until there was nothing left.

  Open.

  Exposed.

  Vulnerable.

  I wasn’t a weak man.

  This woman had power over me.

  I couldn’t allow that to happen.

  Sliding my hand down from her cheek, I cupped her breast. The music continued to play, and I went to the zipper at the back of her dress, working it down.

  She didn’t fight, not as I pulled the dress down.

  I was completely dressed, and she was naked as I pulled her close to me. I took care of the bra, but the brandy had gone to my head. I grabbed my blade from my back pocket, flicked it up, slid it between her hip and the fabric, and sliced up, removing it.

  Clothes on her body offended me. She shouldn’t be wearing anything in my presence.

  Walking her back to the desk, I swiped my arm across the contents and lifted her up, putting her on the edge.

  “Earl.”

  “Shut the fuck up.”

  The last thing I wanted to hear was her voice. The accusations. The judgment.

  I pushed her so she had no choice but to lay back.

  Her body was open for me.

  Splaying my palm out across her pussy, I tested her clit, sliding my thumb between her folds and finding her soaking wet.

  She could fight me all she wanted, but it wasn’t going to take away the fact she wanted this. Her body craved mine.

  It would be so easy to grip my cock, press the tip at her core, and slam balls deep inside her cunt.

  Taking her cherry wouldn’t come to that. She’d be on a bed, and there would be time to enjoy. I was ready to fucking explode.

  Working my thumb through her clit, I watched her as she pressed her thighs open. Her body asking what her mouth couldn’t.

  With my spare hand, I unzipped my pants and gripped my cock. I wasn’t wearing any boxer briefs. I was so big, but I was able to work my length out between the gap left by my zipper.

  Up and down, I worked the length, preparing myself. The tip was already slick with pre-cum.

  When it came to Ashley, I didn’t intend to ever wear a condom.

  With the tip of my cock at her pussy, I moved between her slit so the head would work against her clit as I thrust forward.

  She tensed up, clearly expecting me to fuck her.

  Not yet.

  All in good time.

  I thrust forward, making sure she was wet enough to take this, to work my cock. The moment I was satisfied, I went to her hips, held her in place, and began to fuck her pussy. Each bump against her clit had her moaning my name, arching up, and calling out yes.

  I couldn’t get enough of her.

  Ashley didn’t know it, but her body, her very fucking self was made for me and me alone.

  Up and down, I worked my cock, knowing it wasn’t enough. I wanted to plunge balls deep inside her cunt, but I held myself back. I played the good little boy, allowing her to get used to me, to fall for me.

  My balls tightened at the sweet sounds she made.

  She was so close to orgasm just from my cock alone. I didn’t stop, though. This was about me tonight, not her.

  Thrusting forward and back, I groaned as with one final thrust, I came, spilling my release onto her waiting stomach.

  I stared down into her startled eyes, and the one thing I knew was that Ashley was all fucking mine.

  Chapter Ten

  Ashley

  We were surrounded by ocean, but Earl still had the foresight to install a pool at his private island house.

  It seemed rather silly to even have a pool with all that water.

  I’d changed into the bikini I found. It was way too revealing. I’d never worn anything like it. The bikini bottoms were small, only just covering my ass and pussy. The bra, pretty much the same. A single piece of string between each cup. More string tied it in the back and around the neck.

  My breasts were heavy, and it didn’t offer much in the way of support. Back home, I’d have opted for a one-piece. Much more fabric to be able to hide behind.

  I didn’t mind my body.

  With the food I like to eat, I’d accepted I’d never be thin again. I used to be. In high school, eating had been a comfort, but also, with the way my mom was, I’d often be filled with anxiety that it made it difficult to eat.

  There was no one around.

  Earl had shut himself away in his office.

  After last night’s dance, followed by semi-fucking, we’d gone to bed. I’d woken up in the middle of the night to find him wrapped around me. The feel of his arms hadn’t upset me. I’d found comfort in his touch, and I hadn’t wanted him to stop.

  I’d fallen back to sleep easily, which was a relief. Usually when I woke up, that was it for me, up for the rest of the night and the day.

  Sleeping had always been hard for me.

  In the early days of moving to England, the new sounds had made it difficult to relax. I was always having to get used to places to have a good night’s sleep.

  With no one around, Earl occupied with whatever it was he did while he was here, I snuck out to the pool.
/>   Paddling in the big ocean wasn’t going to happen. The very thought of it made me absolutely terrified. Sea-creature fear.

  I sat on the edge of the pool, paddling my feet in the water, getting accustomed to the feel and heat.

  It was nice.

  I gripped the edge and lowered myself into the water. Wadding through the water, I went up and down, then took on the breaststroke, doing the full length of the pool and back again.

  Then I floated on my back, staring up at the blaring sun. I’d never been one for summer, or at least I wasn’t back in England. I was a comfort girl, sweaters and jeans to keep me warm.

  Now though, with the warmth beating down on my skin, I felt lighter than I had in a long time.

  I wasn’t going to get comfortable with it.

  Anything could happen.

  On Earl’s island, time seemed to stand still.

  There was no fear. No pain. I spent a great deal of time confused, especially about Earl’s illegal activities. I wasn’t going to change him. He was a man who was set in his ways.

  An arm clamped around my waist, pulling me down into the water.

  A scream fell from my lips, but water filled my mouth as I was taken beneath the surface. The arm holding me down let go, and I quickly broke the water to see Earl standing there, watching me, a smile on his face.

  When he smiled, the scar on the side of his face seemed less severe than usual.

  My heart raced as I looked at him. “Are you crazy?”

  “You looked really peaceful.”

  “For a reason. I can’t believe you did that.”

  Earl swam toward me, cupping my face. I expected him to kiss me.

  I didn’t realize how much I wanted his kisses until he got close enough to be a temptation.

  I licked my suddenly dry lips. Would it be so bad to kiss him? I knew how good his lips felt against mine. There was no harm in that.

  He was going to be doing a lot more than kissing my body.

  I waited.

  Earl slipped the strings of my bikini open.

  “What are you doing?”

  “No one is around. You don’t need to be modest.”

  Staring into the pool, I caught sight of his obvious erection. He took care of the bikini in no time. Loosening the strings and letting them fall to the pool floor beneath.

  He did the same with the bottoms.

  They were gone within seconds, and like him, I stood in the pool naked.

  “What about cleaning the pool?” I asked. I went to cross my arms over my breasts, but he stopped me.

  “Nothing you need to worry about. It’s why I pay people to do it.” He dropped a quick, almost playful kiss to my shoulder and stepped back.

  I watched transfixed as he slid to his back. The length of his cock, hard, standing tall.

  Squeezing my thighs together, I felt an answering pull he created just from looking at him.

  No man should have that kind of power, and yet, he emitted it.

  I was naked. He was naked.

  He was aroused, and so was I.

  Ignore it, Ash. You can do this.

  I started with the breaststroke, and once I calmed my racing nerves, I flipped over and continued with a backstroke, going the length of the pool as I did.

  It was easy. I felt in my depth and comfortable.

  Earl faded to the back of my mind where he belonged.

  I didn’t know what he was doing, and I wasn’t going to look for him.

  Time passed.

  My thirst built, and I moved to the edge of the pool, about to jump out when Earl wrapped an arm around my waist.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked.

  “I’m thirsty.”

  “So am I,” he said. His lips brushed across my neck. A shiver of heat raced down my spine.

  He had me pressed flush against the edge of the pool. His hands on my hips, going to my ass, and then he slid his palm between my cheeks, cupping my pussy.

  I sank my teeth into my lip, trying to contain the cries that threatened to spill out.

  “You make it so hard for me to concentrate. Do you know that, Ashley? I watched you walk out of the house, come to the pool. That bikini should be illegal.”

  “You packed it.”

  “I know, which is why I was the one to get to remove it from you.”

  Two fingers stroked across my clit, and an ache started to build. I didn’t know how he knew what to do with my body. I was putty in his hands. Gripping the edge of the counter, I tried to control my reaction to him.

  He chuckled.

  “You think it’s going to be that easy?” he asked. “I know what you want, Ashley. You’re ready for me. We’re going to be fire together. You and me. We both know it.” His tongue flicked across my pulse before his teeth sank into the flesh.

  I cried out at the sudden pressure. It felt good, even though I didn’t want it to. His hands moved to my tits, cupping them, kneading the mounds. He pinched a nipple, and I arched against him, trying to get closer.

  “I bet you love knowing how crazy you drive me. How much I think about fucking you. You distract me from my work, Ashley. It makes you a very dangerous woman. My enemies, if they ever knew how much you mean to me, they’d try to take you to manipulate me.”

  They were words that called to me, but I didn’t know if I should believe him.

  As he worked my clit, they were all the right words I needed to hear. Pleasure rushed through my body, and I couldn’t deny it. I didn’t want to.

  His rough kisses sent me over the edge, and I came hard, calling his name.

  Earl worked my pussy until I had nothing more to give. Then he spun me around, keeping me trapped beside the pool.

  He took my hand, placing it over his erection.

  I knew what he wanted.

  I was tempted to deny him.

  The heat in his gaze sent another bolt of pleasure rushing through my core.

  He knew I couldn’t deny him, wouldn’t even dream of doing it.

  Up and down his length, I worked him, and all the while, he looked at me as if I was the very thing that could save him. That aroused him.

  It didn’t take long before he grunted, coming into the water.

  I let go of his cock, and he grabbed the back of my neck and slammed his lips down on mine, consuming me.

  ****

  Earl

  We’d eaten dinner, and rather than go upstairs, we hung out in the library. Ashley had a cookbook spread out in her lap. Her feet curled beneath her. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. The sheerness of the fabric showed off her braless state. Her nipples were rock-hard.

  I noticed she kept pressing her thighs together, and her gaze continued to find mine.

  I knew what she wanted.

  Her body was hungry.

  I’d awakened the need this woman wants, and now I’d left it up to her to pursue.

  Sipping at my brandy, I thought about the night I had her spread across my desk. It felt good fucking between the lips of her pussy. I knew it would be even better to be inside her.

  She ran fingers through her hair, looking like she was ready to explode.

  The emails I was answering were boring. I’d already dealt with the ones sent in code. The kind that couldn’t be easily decrypted and of course sent through a secure server. Whenever I dealt with the drugs, women, and guns of my business, I took the time to do so in private so Ashley never got the chance to see what I was dealing with.

  Right now, it was my legal business.

  She flicked the page with so much force she tore the page.

  “Shit, I’m sorry.”

  Closing my laptop, I placed it down on the table and turned my full attention toward her. “Do you want to play a game?”

  “I’m not a child anymore. You don’t need to amuse yourself with me.”

  “I was thinking a game of truth or dare,” he said.

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bsp; This made her eyes roll. “Seriously?”

  “We can play a game and make it interesting, or you can continue to squeeze your thighs together, hoping to give yourself some minuscule pleasure just by that touch alone. What will it be?” I asked.

  Her cheeks were flushed. She thought I didn’t know what she was doing. At times, Ashley was so naïve.

  “Truth or dare?” she asked.

  “Yes.”

  “What’s to stop you or me from constantly going for a truth?”

  “This’s what will make it interesting. We have a truth and then a dare, and we must complete it,” I said.

  “And it can be anything?” she asked.

  “Yes.”

  Ashley licked her lips, glancing all around the room before her gaze came back to mine.

  “Do we have a deal?” I asked.

  She nodded.

  “You may go first.” I sat back, watching her.

  “Have you ever been in love?” she asked and frowned.

  “No. My turn.” I decided to go easy on her. “Have you ever been in love?”

  She relaxed at my question. “No, I don’t think so. I’d have to get to know a person to know how I truly felt about them. Okay, so it’s a dare?”

  I nodded.

  Ashley tapped her fingers on her thigh, closing her book, her focus now on me. “I dare you to … remove your pants.”

  Again, she frowned and put her face in her hands. This was childish and somewhat entertaining.

  I removed my pants and sat.

  For the first time since we got here, I opted for boxer briefs with my pants. This game had only just come to me. “I dare you to come over here and kiss me.”

  She uncurled her legs and walked toward me. I watched her, wondering if she’d cowardly back out.

  Ashley cupped my face and her lips brushed across mine. Soft. Sweet.

  As quickly as the kiss started, she took a step back. It was now her turn to ask a truth question.

  “Do you ever regret what you do?” she asked.

  “No.”

  “Not even once?”

  “That’s two questions. I will answer it, but you have to give me two dares from you.”

  “But I’m asking you a truth.”