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  “I’ll take it, but it doesn’t mean you’re getting rid of me.”

  Before she could make another offer, he slammed his lips down on hers, giving her her very first kiss.

  ****

  Drake had been dreaming of kissing her for so long. Her inexperience showed, but he didn’t care if she hadn’t kissed a thousand men.

  This was her first kiss, he just knew it.

  Her hands stayed by her sides for the longest time. He sank his fingers into her hair, tilting her head back and ravishing her mouth, and she let out a little moan. It was such a tiny sound, but he heard it.

  Sucking her lip into his mouth, he growled, wanting to sink inside her, to feel her virgin cunt around his dick.

  Instead, he ran his thumb across her lip and watched her.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “What I should have done the day I met you.” He kissed her again, licking across her lip, plunging into her mouth, and tasting her. This time, she touched him, and it felt fucking amazing. Just her hands on his shoulders, but it was enough.

  Deepening the kiss, he brought her body flush against him, but she shook her head.

  “No, you lied.”

  “I didn’t lie.”

  “You didn’t tell me the truth,” she said.

  “I didn’t know how to tell you the truth.”

  “It doesn’t mean you can just kiss me and think it’s all going to be okay. It doesn’t work like that.” She pushed him away and he let her, but he didn’t stop following her.

  She climbed out of the pool and he saw her hard nipples as they pressed against the front of her swimsuit.

  He’d seen her swim several times, and she really was beautiful. “I know you’re angry and I’ll give you some time to come to terms with what happened.”

  She laughed. “Come to terms? Drake, you’re fired. Pack your stuff and get the hell out of my house.” She stomped off and he watched her go.

  Drake picked up his clothing and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. He made a quick call to one of his friends at the precinct, letting him know there was a chance a call could come through and the location.

  Once he made sure no cops were going to be stopping by to arrest him, he got dressed and went to her office. He’d made master keys of the house, and putting one into the lock, he found the file on her desk. All the details her assistant, Gale, had told her about him.

  He wasn’t going to let this get in the way. On her desk was a picture of her mother. It was clearly taken before she’d gotten ill. Petra looked happy as well. No sign of the husband, which was good.

  “I’ll take good care of her, I promise.”

  Instead of leaving, he got to his feet, locked her office, and went to the kitchen to make Petra, her favorite meal. Meatballs and spaghetti. He’d found her weakness. She loved it with lots of cheesy garlic bread as well. Rolling his sleeves up, he set to work.

  An hour later, he was serving up, and he didn’t even need to call Petra.

  “Do you want me to phone the police?” she asked.

  “Go ahead, they won’t come.”

  “What?”

  “I told you, I’m a genuine guy. I called in a couple of favors that are owed to me. No one’s coming to your rescue.”

  “And you think this is a good thing? I’m calling Gale.”

  “I wouldn’t do that,” he said.

  “Why? Do you have some kind of assassin watching her that if she calls the cops, you’re going to shoot her?”

  “No, I was thinking your food would get cold.” He held up the plate. He’d served up a nice large helping of spaghetti, sauce, and meatballs, with a couple of slices of cheesy garlic bread. “Come on. You know you want to have a bite.”

  “You’re not very nice.”

  “I’m awesome. You just don’t like to think about how awesome I am.”

  “This isn’t funny.”

  “I’m not laughing,” he said.

  She took the plate from him, but rather than sit at the table, she climbed onto one of the counter chairs and started to eat.

  He had no problem if she wanted to play hardball. Sitting opposite her, he started to eat his own portion.

  “You’re not going to leave, are you?”

  “Nope.”

  “You must run out of favors.”

  “I’m a good guy. I know a lot of people. Besides, you think I’m going to be the last person your father sends?” he asked.

  “He’ll get bored.”

  “Your father’s a greedy, lazy asshole. He wants money, Petra, a lot of it. He doesn’t want to have to work for a living. He will keep on sending men, or he could get impatient and do something worse.”

  “Kill me?”

  “Desperate men do stupid shit.”

  “Great. I’ve got a bodyguard I can’t fire, and a dad who will most likely kill me. No wonder my mom warned me about everything.”

  “I can protect you.”

  “You protect me? You were going to use me.”

  “True. I have to admit the prospect of fucking you was the most enjoyable part of this entire arrangement. I live to be a bodyguard but bullet holes are the worst.”

  “You’re not funny.”

  “You’re right, being stabbed is the worst.”

  “You’ve been stabbed?” she asked.

  “A couple of times. Want to see?”

  “No, I don’t want to see. I don’t even want to know about your life or what you’ve been through. I don’t want to know any of it. You don’t want to … fuck me. That’s all lies.”

  “No, it’s not. I do want to fuck you. I think about it often.”

  “Stop lying to me.” She stood up, grabbing her plate, but he took charge, stopping her from running away. He jerked her across the table, causing her to drop into the plate full of food as he pressed her hand against his rock-hard cock.

  “I’m not lying to you. That’s what you do to me.”

  Chapter Three

  Petra couldn’t deny her interest.

  It was wrong.

  Drake was here under false pretenses. Yet, he hadn’t lied to her about it.

  He hadn’t tried to hide the reason he was here, but he also wouldn’t leave. Should she believe him?

  Damn it. This wasn’t what she wanted to deal with.

  Feeling his erection, it felt … different. Her body came to life, and she couldn’t close it off, even if she wanted to. This wasn’t supposed to be happening to her. She was the ugly beast who lived away from everyone because all hated her.

  Drake was breaking down that wall.

  She didn’t snatch her hand away from him, even though she should. She stared into his eyes.

  “I see you, Petra. You’re not going to push me away. I know what it is you want.” He let go of her hand and placed it on her stomach. The touch sent another shockwave through her body.

  He was the only man to touch her. The only touch since her mother and that was just a hug. This wasn’t like a parent consoling a child. This was more.

  This was … intimate.

  “Do you feel it?” he asked. “I know you do. I can see it in your face. Yes, I’m a bastard for taking this job but I’m not going to through with it. When I fuck you, it’s going to be because you want it.”

  “You think I’m going to let you?” she asked, still not making a move to push him away.

  He slid his hand down, going beneath her sweatpants. She cried out as he touched her, cupping her pussy.

  She whimpered.

  “I feel you, baby. I really do. You’re hot and wet for me right now.” He slid his chair back. The sound echoed off the walls as he stood over her.

  He pushed her panties aside and still, she let him, watching him. What was he going to do next?

  She gasped as he slid a finger between her slit.

  “I know you’re a virgin, Petra, so I’m going to go nice and slow. I’m going to take my time with you.” He slowly stroked a
cross her clit and the pleasure was instant. She closed her eye and bit her lip.

  “No, you don’t have to be quiet. I want to hear those sounds, baby. Let me hear it. Let me see it.”

  “I don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

  He let her go, picking her up in his arms and carrying her across the kitchen, kicking open the dining room door. Within seconds, she was spread out on the table, her jeans off, and her panties torn from her body.

  Part of her wanted to hate him, to tell him to fuck off, but the other wanted this.

  “Yes, fuck, yes,” he said. “Such a nice, wet pussy.”

  She went to her elbows and watched as he sat down in the chair she usually sat at.

  “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve sat at this table and imagined you just like this? I’ve wanted to lick your pussy so many times and show you how good it can be between us.”

  “You’re crazy. You’ve never thought of me like that.”

  “Yes, I have, and I love what I see.” His hands move to her thighs, keeping her open.

  Slowly, he slid them up. “Now, I’m going to get to see how good you taste.”

  “Drake, I’ve never done this,” she said.

  “I know, and don’t you worry, I’m going to show you how good it can be between us.” He touched the lips of her pussy, holding her as he slid his tongue from her clit, down to her entrance, and then back up. She cried out, the instant hit of pleasure surprising her.

  “Yeah, baby, you’re going to have to be prepared for more of that. I’m not done with you yet.” He sucked her clit into his mouth, using his teeth to bite down just a little to the point of pain. Then he soothed it out with his tongue and took her back into his mouth.

  Her hands gripped the edge of the table, as she felt the start of her orgasm slowly beginning to build, driving her higher to her peak, but she didn’t fall over the edge.

  Drake kept her there, stroking her pussy, using his fingers and tongue, and the intensity of it all was just a little too much.

  All of a sudden, she was at the edge and she screamed his name, finally finding pleasure, something she had denied herself for a long time, but she came. And as she did, she knew she was never going to be the same again.

  He held her close, drawing her into his lap and running the tips of his fingers down her back, distracting her. “I’ve got you, Petra. I’m not going to let go.”

  She couldn’t do this. It was all too much. After climbing off his lap, she ran out of the room, not caring if her ass was showing as she made a run for it.

  She climbed the stairs, and even with all the yoga she did, she was still out of breath by the time she made it to her room. Once she’d slammed the door closed, she stumbled back to her bed and sat down on the edge, panting.

  What the hell had she just done?

  Her body was … humming.

  She wanted more. But she couldn’t allow herself to have more, could she?

  He was a liar. He would be gone by morning. This was all it was going to be.

  Getting to her feet, she went into her bathroom. She needed a shower to clear her head.

  ****

  Drake gave her an hour. Enough time to clean away the dishes, wipe down the table, and bask in feeling her first orgasm. She clearly hadn’t been ready to come or hadn’t experienced it before.

  Licking his lips, he wanted her again. His cock hadn’t diminished in its need either. He was hard as fucking rock, and it was just for her, only for her.

  No woman had ever made him feel this way and it shocked him as well. There were plenty of women out there, and he’d fucked a great deal of them. He was no saint and never claimed to be either.

  With the kitchen cleaned, he took one last check of the monitors. Not only did he have everything under control here, but he also had one of his colleagues checking for any suspicious activity on the perimeter as well.

  From the moment he realized what Petra meant to him, he’d been keeping an eye on her. She was more than an employer. She didn’t realize it yet, but she was going to be his woman. He wasn’t walking away from her, not at all. She was going to have to live with him for life. Simple as that.

  The position he’d taken was a live-in one. Rather than scare her right away, he took a shower in his own quarters, got changed into a pair of boxer briefs, and headed back to her room.

  Knocking on the door, he heard muffling. “Go away.”

  He opened the door and Petra sat up in bed, red in the face, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know what she was doing.

  Her hand came up from between her thighs. The blanket had been shoved to one side, and the light wasn’t on, but there was enough of a glow from the hallway for him to get the perfect shot.

  “Are you trying to give yourself an orgasm as good as I did?”

  “Get out. You should be leaving.”

  “No, I’m not fired. I have a contract.”

  “Which is void because you work for my father.”

  “Actually, I work for you. When it comes to your father, I was merely pushed in this direction.” He watched her. “You’re new to all of this. To sex. To feeling your pussy, aren’t you?”

  “I—that’s none of your business.”

  “Actually, it is my business. You’re my woman.”

  “No, I’m not anyone’s woman. I don’t belong to anyone.”

  “Wrong. You belong to me.” He sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her ankle. She didn’t kick him away. Even though she looked like she wanted to claw his eyes out, she made no move to.

  “How about you and I strike a deal?” he asked.

  “Do you really think I want to make a deal with you? You’re a liar.”

  “I haven’t lied to you. We can keep going around in circles or you can get over it. I didn’t hide it from you. I told you how it is. You know the truth.” He held his hands out. “I’m being open and honest with you.”

  “What do you want?”

  “Let’s see. What do I want?” he asked. “I want to make a deal with you. You’ve never been fucked or given any kind of pleasure, and I think it’s time I showed you everything you’ve been missing out on.”

  “And you think you’re going to give it to me?” she asked.

  He stood up, pushed his boxers down, and wrapped his fingers around his length, working up and down. “Yes, I do.”

  She licked her lips and he couldn’t help but smile. He climbed on the bed, moving between her thighs.

  “I’m ugly.”

  “You’re not ugly.” Her legs opened up and he pressed between them until his face was next to hers.

  He moved his cock between her thighs and heard her gasp. She wore no panties and as his cock touched her, he felt how wet she was.

  “Damn, you’ve been playing for some time to get this wet.”

  “Stop.”

  “I’ve not no problem with how you play, baby. I want you to find pleasure, to experience it every single chance you get.” He kissed her hard. “And I want to share it all with you.” He lifted up far enough to take her nightshirt off.

  She lay beneath him, no clothes constricting her. She really was beautiful to him.

  “Why are you doing this?”

  “Because I think you’re amazing, beautiful, and such a strong woman. You don’t even realize how amazing you are. Someone in your life needs to be able to tell you.”

  “You’re crazy.”

  “No, I’m not. I’m crazy about you.”

  “Don’t say stuff like that.”

  Rather than argue with her, he took possession of her mouth, wanting to stop all her doubts and insecurities. They were together. They were meant to be and he wasn’t going to have her denying what she wanted any longer.

  He’d seen her lingering looks, the yearning in her eyes. She wasn’t going to beg out loud, and he didn’t blame her.

  Too many men had proven to be fakes, useless, and she needed someone she could trust. He was going t
o be that someone even if she didn’t trust or like him. He wasn’t going to fail her again.

  She had him, whether she liked it or not.

  Breaking from the kiss, he slid down her body, paying careful attention to each of her tits in turn. Gliding his hand down her body, he touched her wet pussy. Even as his cock leaked pre-cum, and he wanted to fuck, taking her cherry, he held himself back.

  This wasn’t the time to take her, not until she was ready.

  However long it took, he was going to make love to her body and show her through actions just how precious she was to him. It was going to require a lot of time in the shower with his hand, but she was worth it.

  She would always be worth it.

  Chapter Four

  One week later

  “He’s still working for you,” Gale said.

  Heat filled Petra’s face as she looked into the kitchen to see Drake making them dinner. She hadn’t called the cops, and he hadn’t walked out on her.

  The last week alone had been like something out of a … movie. It had to be a movie, as this didn’t happen to her, ever.

  Every single morning, she woke to him between her thighs, and she would be lying if she said she didn’t like it. He would make her come, and then for the entire day, he’d do these sweet things. The first was always making breakfast. He took care of her in the most basic of ways.

  Breakfast was high up on the list. He’d call to make sure she had drinks and food, and took regular breaks.

  He brought mail deliveries to her. There had been a couple of things, lingerie, she hadn’t ordered, but he’d presented them to her. Gifts? They had to be. Then of course was dinner. Each night they ate and he’d talk about her day and what he was doing, some of the jobs he’d been on. The security work he specialized in. She kept expecting him to ask for money for his company, but still nothing.

  They didn’t have a single conversation about his company or how she could help him.

  At night, she took a shower or bath, and he would join her in her bed, where he’d bring her to orgasm over and over again.

  She didn’t even know how she’d been able to survive this long.

  It was crazy. Insane.

  But it had worked. She no longer felt … weird around him.