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  He’s so big that it completely floors me, and I can’t think straight. All I can handle is the pleasure of his cock.

  Over and over, he fucks me, going deeper, driving himself harder within me. One of his hands strokes up my back and is in my hair, pulling me up so that my back is against his chest. His other hand is on my stomach, holding me in place as he fucks me harder.

  “Look at yourself, Faye. Look at me.”

  Opening my eyes, I stare into his, but he urges me to look forward. I hadn’t even paid attention to the mirror that is directly across from us. I can see his cock, even in the mirror and the angle as it drives inside me.

  “Soon, I’m going to fuck you without a condom and fill you with cum. You’re going to see and feel as it runs down your leg. It’ll fill your panties, and every time you walk, you’ll know who you belong to.”

  He sucks on my neck to the point I know there will be a mark. My hair is long enough to cover it, but I don’t mind.

  The way he holds me, the bruises from his passion, I love it all.

  He strokes between my thighs, the tip of a finger teasing my clit. He drives into me harder, and as I watch him play with my body, I feel so fucking good.

  There’s no way I want it to stop. I can only give him more.

  I come, and when I do it’s hard. He doesn’t stop screwing me. His cock pounds away until he finds his own release, once again filling another condom as I pulse around him, and he swells.

  Blackmail or not, this is the best feeling I’ve had in a long time.

  Chapter Twelve

  Chase

  “Why did you sell your virginity?” I ask. I want her to tell me the answer herself.

  Caressing down her back, I watch Faye’s reactions. We’ve been together for a couple of days now, and I still don’t have my fill of her. No matter how many times I brought her to orgasm or fucked her pussy, even taking her mouth again, I can’t get enough.

  Most of the time, I get bored with women. They were all the same. Wanting diamonds, a credit card, gifts for the pleasure of their company.

  Faye’s none of those things.

  I gave her a necklace yesterday as a way of saying thanks. A sweet gesture I thought, only for her to go really pale on me. She’d taken the necklace, saying thank you, but she doesn’t like it. She also hasn’t worn it either. I don’t get it. So, the bracelet to match is in my desk back at my office, waiting for the right moment.

  I booked her an appointment with my doctor and she’ll be getting a shot, and I’m more than happy about that. Also, what she doesn’t know is I’m looking into her having another apartment. I don’t like where she’s living. I want her close to me, and she always has to take a bus to Kerry’s school so her being closer makes sense.

  “I told you.”

  “Kerry’s medical bills.”

  “Yes. She’s been through a lot. I don’t want to let her down again.”

  “You won’t let her down ever.” No matter what happened, it wasn’t her fault. Everything that Kerry went through was because of the stepfather. Faye doesn’t hold any blame, and yet I know she feels it.

  Every time she is near her sister or talks about her, I see it in her eyes.

  She is so fucking sad and guilty when she has no right to be.

  “Bills were mounting. I knew I had to be there for her, and that’s when I heard about Cherry. It wasn’t exactly my first choice. I tried to get good-paying jobs, but even if I did, the debt was still there.” She rested her head in her hands. “I was shocked I went through with it. I’d been so nervous, and to be honest, if you hadn’t come in when you did, I think I’d have bolted.”

  “So I’m good for something.”

  She chuckled. “With your company I can see you’re good at many, many things.”

  “That’s true.”

  “Did you inherit from your dad?”

  “Hell, no. Dunce International is all mine.”

  “It is?”

  “Yep. I started it from the ground up.” Tucking some hair behind her ear, I pull her close so she’s leaning on my chest. I want her all around me. “I was in fact a college dropout.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Yes. Totally serious.”

  “That’s crazy. Are you serious?”

  “Deadly serious,” I say. “You’re wondering why I dropped out.”

  “Well, yeah. You do know you’re known as one of the most determined and successful men in the world.”

  “You’ve done research.”

  “I didn’t have much choice. You wanted me to work close to you.”

  Reaching over to the drawer beside the bed, I retrieve another condom. I want her sitting on my dick. Opening it up, I hand her the condom. “Put it on me, baby.”

  She sits up, and I hold my cock for her as she slides the latex down.

  I love it when she does this. I find it such a turn-on.

  Holding her hips, I guide her over me, and she holds my length up, putting the tip to her entrance before sinking onto my dick.

  We both moan at the same time.

  She’s so fucking perfect.

  I love her like this where I can see her tits, especially when they bounce as I fuck her.

  “Now, where was I? Ah, yes, I dropped out of college because I found it boring, and I hated being told what to do.” At this she giggles, which quickly turns into a moan as I slam her down on my cock at the same time I thrust up.

  “You’re supposed to listen to people.”

  “I know, but I didn’t want to. No one was going to tell me how to live my life. I left college after an argument with a professor, and never looked back.” Sliding my hands up, I cup her tits.

  She grinds down on my dick, and it feels so fucking magical. I can’t get enough of her cunt or of this woman.

  Her fingers trail down my chest and back up, going to my shoulders. She uses me as leverage to ride my cock, sliding up and down the length.

  I watch her as she starts to come apart, using me to get off. She touches her clit, and I lie back, letting her take control. It’s so rare for her to do so. Her need is so apparent as she moves. There’s no way I can keep my hands off her. Cupping her tits, I tease the hard buds and watch as she brings herself to orgasm, her tight heat surrounding my dick as she comes.

  I wait, allowing her to have every last bit of release before I take her hips and turn her so that she’s beneath me.

  With her legs wrapped around me, I start to plow into her, fucking her the way I know she likes. My name is a constant echo as she calls it with each thrust of my dick within her tight walls.

  Holding her hands above her head, I ride her hard, watching, feeling the first stirring of my arousal creep down my spine until I finally erupt, slamming into her all the way and holding myself deep within her core.

  I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close. My dick is still inside her as I get her to rest her head on my chest. Running my fingers through her hair, I listen to our pants that fill the room.

  This isn’t enough for me. I need to have every single part of her all to myself.

  “I miss college,” she says. “One day, I hope to have the same success as you. I’d love to give Kerry the life she deserves.”

  What twists me up inside is she doesn’t want my money or my life. She never asks for anything.

  I want her to depend on me.

  To come to me whenever she needs anything.

  At the moment, that is going to happen. I need her to crave me, to not be able to think of anyone but me.

  ****

  “Earth to Chase. Are you even in there?”

  Pulling out of my thoughts, I look over at my friend Dean. He’d made an unexpected visit to my work today. It is Friday, and Faye left at lunchtime to go to the doctor for her to get on some birth control.

  I’d wanted to drop her off myself, but she asked to walk. She needed time to think.

  Kerry will be back today, and for me, that complicates t
hings.

  “What?” I ask. I don’t want to talk to Dean.

  “You, me, tonight, Cherry.”

  “Not going to happen.”

  “Come on, man. You enjoyed it last time.”

  “You don’t know what I felt last time. Besides, Malcolm wouldn’t invite me back.”

  “Please, so long as he gets paid, he doesn’t give a shit what happens. We all know that.”

  “I’m not interested in going.”

  Closing the file I have on my desk, I walk to the drawers where I keep several of my pending contracts that need a little more negotiating.

  Faye has been withdrawn. She wants to leave work early to head back to her apartment so that she can give it a quick clean for when Kerry gets in tonight. I’ve already canceled our dinner plans. I’d intended to take her to a nice restaurant, and the dress I’d picked out I’ve also canceled.

  This woman is making it harder for me to woo her. Until Faye entered my life, getting women was never a problem. They were more than happy to fall at my feet, and I was happy for them to stay there.

  I used them for my pleasure. A gift here and there always dealt with any problem they may have at me ending any relationship or agreement.

  Faye isn’t like that.

  The PI couldn’t get any more information on her simply because there isn’t any.

  “Seriously, man, I am starting to worry about you. Do you remember a time when you had fun? It’s like this place became your world and you lost that key ability to have any kind of fun.”

  “I have fun. It’s just not the same as what you like.”

  “Then tell me when was the last time you had fun with a woman, and that chick back at Cherry doesn’t count. Even that’s been what, seven, eight months ago?”

  “I’m seeing someone.”

  “You are? How do I not know this?”

  “Because you’re more interested in your own life than what I’ve got going on. I’ve been seeing her for a short time.”

  “When do I get to meet her? I want to tell her all about what a giant prick you are.”

  “Colorful, Dean, seriously. Don’t you get tired of buying … virgins?” I keep my voice down.

  The door is open, and I don’t want anyone knowing my business.

  “Nope. They’re easy.”

  I don’t want anyone thinking of Faye as easy.

  “What makes them easy?” I ask.

  “Simple. They’re there to provide me with a service, and I pay them. You forget they’re willing.”

  “You ever think they may not be willing?”

  “Please, that’s not going to happen. They want the money.”

  “And what if they don’t have a choice?”

  “They all have a choice. Malcolm doesn’t seek them out. They go to him. He’s an asshole, but he’d never force a woman. Where is all this coming from?” Dean asks. “It’s a bit of fun. I get what I want, and they get money.”

  Shaking my head, I glance down at my desk. I don’t know. I really don’t fucking know.

  I’m trying to think of how to get Dean out of my office when I hear her clear her throat. Looking up, I see Faye at the door of my office.

  “Erm, Emily gave me these. She says they need looking through, and also she’d like to schedule a meeting with you.”

  I’m aware of Dean looking at her.

  Faye doesn’t have a clue who he is. This is the first time they’ve met each other in person, but he saw her picture. I don’t know if he remembers. Glancing at him, I see he recognizes her but can’t seem to exactly place her.

  “Thank you.”

  “Am I still okay to leave early?”

  “I’ll be taking you. No worries.”

  She nods, taking a step back as I advance to the door. No matter how many times I touch her, she still tries to hide it at work.

  I don’t blame her.

  I’m the one that made the fucking rule of no office relations. I should keep my hands to my fucking self, but with her, anything could happen.

  Dean laughs, and I close the door, leaning against it to see my friend holding his stomach.

  “Holy shit, that’s her, isn’t it? That’s the chick you bought.”

  “Keep your mouth shut.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me you knew her?”

  “I didn’t know her.”

  “What?”

  “She started working for me a short time ago. I didn’t even know it was her until we met on the elevator.”

  “You’re paying her?”

  “What? Fuck, no.” I glare at Dean. “Look, I don’t want any of this shit to get out, okay? Malcolm doesn’t need to know.”

  “Malcolm wouldn’t give a shit. He deals with women who need him. Her job is done.”

  “Don’t say that.”

  “What? You got a problem with knowing you paid a woman to fuck? What is so wrong with that?”

  “Everything.” This isn’t about paying her for her virginity. It’s so much more than that, and yet I know to many that’s exactly how it would seem.

  Faye hates our past. It’s not hard to see.

  “I’m not going to Cherry, okay?”

  “You like this woman,” Dean says.

  The laughing, joking playboy disappears, and I see the man, the friend I had.

  “Yes.”

  “How much?”

  “Enough to know I want to build a life with her.” This makes Dean’s eyes open wide. I’ve shocked him.

  I’ve surprised myself.

  My feelings for her have grown a lot in such a short time, but I know what I want. It’s why I’m a successful millionaire at thirty-five years old, and rival companies that have been around a lot longer than mine. I go after what I want, and I want Faye. Even with her troubled sister and the guilt she carries.

  “Wow, so, one day we’ll meet then, officially?”

  “One day. Not yet. I need to know you won’t bring up how we met.”

  Dean smiles. “Fair enough. You enjoy your girlfriend.” He slaps me on the back, and I watch him leave.

  Faye steps out of the elevator, passing Dean without another glance. That’s something else I love about her. Where some men give her a second or third glance, she never reciprocates. Her focus is on me, and that is exactly how I want it to stay.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Faye

  “You had fun?” I ask.

  My sister shrugs. “It was okay. Kind of boring. We had to take a book and to read during times of reflection. Building stuff was cool. I didn’t like the circle of truth.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Where you tell people about your life and why you’re there.”

  “Did you tell them?”

  “I got in the circle. You have to, and I just said that some bad things happened to me and I was having a hard time dealing.”

  I nod.

  Chase is in the car, and as I roll Kerry’s bag behind me, I don’t know what to say.

  “So, there’s something I have to tell you.”

  “What is it?”

  “My boss is taking us home.”

  Kerry stops, and I do the same. This is not a conversation I want to have.

  “Your boss?”

  “Yes.”

  She glances toward the parked cars, and when she spots Chase she tenses up. “Do I need to know something?”

  “No.”

  “Are you being careful?”

  “Wow, seriously. I’m five years older than you. I know what to do, and you don’t need to worry about that.”

  I go to walk off, but Kerry grabs my arm. It’s the first time she’s touched me in a long time. She asked me to never hug her again. The request broke my heart, but I wasn’t going to give her a reason to hate me.

  “You like him.”

  “Kerry, let’s get you home.”

  “Be honest with me. You like him?”

  Licking my suddenly dry lips, I push some hair out of my face, and
try to distract myself with doing everything but answering her question.

  “Come on, Faye, you don’t have to lie to me. I’m not going to break because you suddenly like a guy. I love that you’ve got a man in your life.”

  I stop and turn to Kerry. “He can leave if he makes you uncomfortable.” I don’t want her to pull away from me.

  She sighs. “Seriously!” Kerry shakes her head. “I don’t care, okay.”

  “But…”

  “No buts. Stop using me as a fucking excuse not to do something because it makes you nervous. I get it, okay. I’ve been messed up and I’ve struggled, but I’m doing okay now. I know what is right and what is wrong. Don’t put your life on hold and use me as a reason to do it. I’ve got no problem hanging around guys, believe me. Just stop and think about yourself for a change.”

  With that, Kerry brushes past me and walks right over to the parked car waiting for us. I’m not using her as an excuse. I don’t think so, anyway.

  I don’t stall, and rush to the parked car.

  When I climb in Kerry is chatting animatedly with Chase, and she sounds genuinely interested in him.

  Sitting back, I buckle my seat belt and listen. All the way back to the apartment she talks about camping, hiking, the truth circle. She doesn’t talk about anyone’s story, just what it was like and her own thoughts about it.

  She sounds happy.

  Every now and then I keep glancing in the back to make sure she’s okay and sure enough, she has this radiant smile on her face. If I’d known all along that camping would have worked, I’d have taken her myself.

  The moment Chase parks, she’s out of the car and gone, leaving me and my boss to gather her bags.

  “You’re too soft on her.”

  “It’s fine. I don’t mind.”

  “Are you going to be like this forever with her? Carrying her bags when she’s married and gone?”

  “There’s a long time for that.”

  “Really?”

  It’s what I’m hoping. “She’s fifteen.”

  “Okay.”

  Shooting a glare in his direction, I don’t like how sure he sounds. Fifteen is not a good age to date or do anything else as far as I’m concerned.