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  “Hard,” I whispered, pushing her in a fast, grinding rhythm that she quickly caught. I watched her getting close while I met every move with a rough thrust that ended with my ass slapping against the kitchen floor. She came loudly and with an abrupt force that clenched around my cock like a vice.

  “Creed,” she gasped because she wasn’t even done letting the spasms subside when I bolted upright, my hands supporting her body, getting to my feet while my cock was still buried deep inside her. We locked eyes while she was still wrapped around my waist and I carried her to the bedroom like that, the same way I’d done on countless occasions.

  “Don’t,” I warned when she reached for the light switch like she meant to turn it off.

  She gave me a teasing grin. “Just messing with you.”

  I always liked to fuck with the lights on. Tonight was no exception.

  Once I got her on the bed I pulled out and moved her so she was face down with her ass in the air. I slid easily back inside of her where I belonged and fucked her bold and steady as a king. After all, she was my queen.

  “You’ll do it?” she gasped as another climax shook her.

  “No stopping me,” I growled and grabbed her hips to get her body arched in a way that would get me as deep as possible because the dam was indeed about to fucking crack.

  And when it did, holy hell, it rocked both of us to the core. We caught our breath in a tangled heap of sex until Truly prodded me to sit up. I helped her unlace the corset and then held her close while she snuggled into my chest.

  “You smell like smoke,” she said and planted a series of soft kisses along my collarbone. “Not that I’m complaining. It’s a sex smell.”

  “Smoke?”

  “Yes.”

  “I also got splattered with some beer.”

  “Another sex smell.”

  Truly’s hand roamed around until her fingers found mine. Our hands automatically connected, our wedding bands briefly scraping against each other.

  We didn’t talk about it. There wasn’t any need right now.

  Last year Truly spent months consumed by temperatures and crazy charts that predicted biology. I’d already asked her to marry me and I knew how badly she wanted a family. The surprise was how much I wanted one too. Seeing my brother Cordero with his little daughters had pricked at a place in my heart that I had no idea existed. When we didn’t have any luck after six months Truly went to see her doctor, who laughed at her and told her to come back after we’d tried for a full year. She went home that day, tossed all her ovulation tools in the trash and announced that it wasn’t the right time after all. She wanted to concentrate on planning the wedding and on school for the time being. I didn’t argue with her. When Truly was just a teenager she’d gotten pregnant by her mother’s shithead boyfriend. She’d given up her baby girl and I knew she thought of that child often. It seemed to me she wanted to stop trying because she was afraid that she’d spent her first chance and wouldn’t get another one. But I didn’t question her. I wouldn’t do that.

  When she told me last week that she was ready to try again I was glad to cooperate. We were in a good place. Married, with enough steady money flowing in for a nice life. I knew that one way or another we’d have our family.

  “Creed?” Truly propped herself up on one elbow and gave me a serious look.

  “Yeah, beautiful?”

  She smiled. “I love you more than anything.”

  I kissed the palm of her hand. “You should. I’m a hell of a catch.”

  Her laughter was better than any music I was able to make. “Yes you are.”

  I kissed her hand again, spoke in a low whisper. “My queen.”

  Truly’s head dropped back to my chest and she let out another one of her happy noises that made everything inside of me swell with the certainty that I was in exactly the right place with exactly the right woman. I turned off the lamp and pulled a chenille throw blanket from a neighboring chair, covering her with it. Her breathing was already growing deep and even. She’d be asleep in a minute.

  My mind, on the other hand, didn’t want to quit. It sorted through the day and ran through entire albums of music while my wife slipped into a peaceful rest on my shoulder.

  I’ll probably never be a great man who does things people will remember. But I’ve become much more than I was ever supposed to be. Partly because of my brothers, and partly because of the woman asleep in my arms. A strange feeling of ferocity swept over me. Maybe it had something to do with having so much to lose. There was nothing I wouldn’t do to protect my right to return here every night.

  “Nothing,” I whispered. The word hung in the darkness like a threat.

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHASE

  She was late. And there would be hell to pay for it.

  I took a long drink out of the bottle on the table beside me. I thrummed my fingers on the dark wood and checked my watch again. She said she’d be home by seven. It was now seven-fifteen. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of a phone call though. She knew exactly what the fuck was up.

  The sudden noise of the key in the door made the neighbor’s Chihuahua start barking hysterically. Those piercing little yips were as sharp as if he were four inches from my left ear. His owners were a flighty pair of grad students from San Diego. They were always leaving him out on the balcony when they weren’t home. The walls in the apartment complex were thin. Too thin for my taste. Good thing this situation would be history soon.

  I heard Stephanie curse on the other side of the door when she dropped her keys. The door was only a few steps away from where I sat. I could have gone over there and opened it for her. Instead I casually switched off the lamp on the table beside my drink and waited.

  “Shit,” hissed Stephanie as she stumbled through the door in a jumble of legs and heels and purse. She tossed her bag into a corner, flung the door closed and stood in the foyer with her hands on her hips. “Chase, why the hell are you just sitting there in the dark?”

  I said nothing. I took a slow, deliberate drink and then carefully placed the bottle back on the table. The lights from the courtyard spilled into the living room and showed me the kind of uptight business getup she wore to her downtown office every day. Black pencil skirt, heels to match, button up blouse with the sleeves rolled to her elbows as her permanently wild hair spilled halfway down her back in riotous waves.

  “Chase?” she asked, a little uncertainly as she shifted her weight and pressed her legs together.

  I leaned forward, rested my elbows on my knees. My voice was a menacing growl. “Look at your cheap ass. Your skirt is so fucking short.”

  She sucked in her breath and took a cautious step backwards. Then she stiffened. “Of course it’s fucking short. Got to make sure a man knows where to point his cock.”

  I jumped to my feet. She didn’t flinch. She just stood there, breathing heavily and glaring at me in the semi-dark.

  “You’re not going to make this easy,” I muttered, sliding closer.

  “No,” she shook her head, hands still on her hips.

  “You’d better fucking promise.”

  “Up yours.”

  I circled her, close enough to catch the minty smell of her shampoo as she shook her hair and swiveled to glare at me. I made it difficult, intentionally, cutting around in an abrupt switch so that she nearly toppled from her damn heels trying to follow me with her scowl. Even in her heels on I was about eight inches taller and always at least five times stronger. I got behind her and before she could do a thing about it I had an iron grip around her waist, my hands firmly capturing each hip and kneading hard. Her breath caught in a sharp shudder as her defenses wilted, her head lolled back against my shoulder and her ass pressed into my cock.

  I pushed her hair away and sucked momentarily at her neck before murmuring in her ear. “I think you need to remember who’s in charge here, honey.”

  She snapped her head away, one more move of defiance. “I don’t remember
anything you dickhead.”

  “You will. I’ll have you begging.”

  “Impossible.”

  “Factual.”

  She tried to twist around but I stopped her, flattening one hand over her stomach and slipping the other into the waistband of her skirt, easing right into her panties.

  “You think it’s that simple?” she said through gritted teeth but she was clutching my arm by that point and trying to direct the motion of my fingers as they found their way inside, stroking, pushing.

  “It always has been, Steph. From the first time I finger fucked you over a lucky deck of cards in a Vegas hotel room. Remember?”

  Oh, she remembered. She was practically liquefied over how much remembering she was doing. When I got close enough to feel how wet she was I almost lost my concentration. I didn’t want to do that now. It was always so much sweeter when we played it out for a while. And this was going to be one sweet ending if I had my way, which I always did.

  There was no need to hold her in place at this point. She was all thawed out and pliant, with no plans to go anywhere until I let her. Stephanie Bransky was all husky moans and straining muscles as she rolled her hips, trying to get off on my fingers.

  Casually I unbuttoned her blouse with my right hand while my left stayed between her legs.

  “Chase,” she breathed. “Oh god.”

  “Shush baby. You’ll get what you want when I get what I want.”

  Whenever I felt her pussy start to spasm around my fingers I let up and didn’t let her get there. She pushed her ass against me harder, trying to speak directly to my cock, but I wasn’t giving in yet.

  That wasn’t the way this game went.

  Stephanie sighed with exasperation, turning her head to the side, craning up, trying to see me. “So what do you want?”

  I unzipped her skirt with my free hand and nudged it to the floor. The white glow of the courtyard lights let me see her black panties and her bare, shapely legs that always looked best propped up on my shoulders, wrapped around my face or splayed out in decadent glory as I pounded all the willful sexy hell out of her.

  Shit. My cock, impatient little fuck, was trying to bust right out of my pants and I didn’t want that, not yet.

  I withdrew my fingers and replaced them with my thumb, flicking up against her clit in a way that made her writhe like she was electrified.

  “I want,” I told her mildly, “to hear a story.”

  She was having trouble talking now. “Damn you. What kind of story?”

  “I want to hear about what you do in your office all day.”

  She twisted and tried to get my thumb where she wanted it. I wouldn’t let her.

  “I work,” she managed to say through clenched teeth as she tried to push me deeper into the place I refused to reach just yet.

  “What else?”

  “I go to meetings, Chase.”

  “Who is at these meetings?”

  “Today it was Elvin from Marketing, Andy from Sales and Jim, my boss.”

  I teased her harder, my voice lethal. “I don’t like this fucking story, Stephanie.”

  “Chase, please, I’m so close!”

  “You know why I don’t like this story?”

  “I don’t-just a little deeper! I need it!”

  “Oh Steph, all the needy pussy grinding in the world isn’t going to help you right now. You’ve made me unhappy.”

  She stopped squirming. “How?”

  “We’ve had this discussion before. You know how.”

  She was trembling, gyrating, trying to slide down and impale me deeper so she could come. I took my hand away and she whimpered.

  “Please tell me how, Chase.”

  “Hands and knees, Steph.”

  “But I need to-“

  “I know what you need. I know exactly what you fucking need, honey. And you’ll get it when I decide you’re ready.”

  “I’m ready.” She slid all the way down to the floor and turned around, reaching for the snap of my jeans. I allowed it. I let her unzip me and saw the widening of those angelic eyes as she looked up with an imploring expression.

  “I need you,” she whispered.

  “Yes,” I nodded, holding her face in my hands. “You’ve been needing me all day, haven’t you?”

  She bit her lip. “Yes.”

  “You thought about it.”

  “Yes.”

  “You touched yourself.”

  “Yes.”

  “Show me how you touched yourself.”

  “Just let me-“

  “No! Fucking show me.”

  She looked up at me, beseeching, imploring, no longer a confident business women. She was reduced to a throbbing pussy and a set of hard nipples that she showed me as she bit her lip and slowly unhooked her bra. They were small tits, sweet tits, and they’d driven me bat shit since day one. Soon I’d have them in my mouth, sucking away like I fucking owned them. Because I did.

  Stephanie obeyed. She was slow, dragging it out because that was what I liked. I was so hard I could barely stand. I kept myself at bay by mapping out constellations in my head and thinking about baseball batting averages. Still, the sight of Stephanie sliding her slutty black panties off and fingering herself as she knelt at my feet was going to be mind fuck fodder until I died.

  “Is this good, Chase?” she asked in a tentative voice as she cocked her head and gazed up at me meekly.

  “You’re doing some nice work there, sweetheart. Now don’t make me repeat the rules.”

  “I know. I don’t come until you let me.”

  “And Steph, don’t you get there before I let you. I’ll know if you’re lying.”

  She shook her head. “I wouldn’t lie to you, Chase.”

  “You wouldn’t fucking dare.”

  “No.”

  “Remember how I told you I’d make you beg?”

  She lowered her head, her voice small. “Yes.”

  “You argued with me, Steph. Don’t ever do that.”

  “I’m sorry, Chase. Can I please suck your dick now?”

  “Only for a minute. And baby, I better feel the back of your sweet throat.”

  She inhaled me slowly, sucking my cock between those pouty lips that have had me mesmerized since the first time I ever saw them. Stephanie had been a tough nut to crack. When we got together the world had shattered and nothing else but her would ever satisfy me.

  “Good girl,” I said, breathing hard, struggling not to moan, staying in control. “I do love fucking that hot mouth. God, just look at you, Steph. You stalked in here all prim and proper and now here you are on your knees with a mouthful of cock. A little prick tease is what you are, strutting into that office every day looking like a pricey whore and knowing that every man in the building wishes he was the one standing here with his dick down your throat.” I grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling lightly while she kept sucking. “You know that, don’t you? They can lust after you until their balls turn purple but that’s all they can do. Because this is mine, all mine. Stop now, honey.”

  I took a step back. I admired the sheer unadulterated artwork of Stephanie kneeling on the floor, naked and eager to do whatever I told her to.

  “You ready to beg?”

  She nodded impatiently folding her hands in front of her. “Yes. Please Chase. I need you inside of me. I can’t stand it.”

  “You want me to fuck you?”

  “Please! I need you to fuck me.”

  I stroked my dick, slowly, leisurely. “Let’s get back to the story.”

  “But I-“

  “Don’t argue with me. You said you were in a meeting with your boss.”

  She put a finger to her mouth, tugged at her lip. It was part of the game. It was crazy sexy. “I was.”

  I shook my head. “No, Steph. Your boss wasn’t at that meeting.”

  She blinked. “He wasn’t?”

  “No, baby. Your boss is right here.”

  She clapped a hand over he
r mouth. “Oh my god, I forgot.”

  “Well, I’m about to remind you.”

  Stephanie bobbed her head. “Yes. I need you to remind me, Chase. I need you to remind me so hard I won’t forget.”

  “Of course you do.” I dropped my pants all the way and twirled my finger in the air to let her know it was time for her to turn over and give it up. “Now you get on your hands and knees like I told you and get that little ass in the air where it belongs.”

  She complied eagerly and then gasped when she realized that the blinds to the sliding glass door were open. “We need to close those!”

  I got on my knees and slid behind her. “Hell we do.”

  “We’re on the first floor.”

  “Lights are off inside.”

  “But someone might see!”

  “Yeah.” I ran my palms over her back, traveled down to lightly squeeze her ass, before slowly roaming back up. Bare skin, hot to the touch. She was practically gasping. I couldn’t take much more of this. I was ready to explode. “Someone might see. They might see you getting those fancy business brains fucked out. They might see that you belong to me.”

  “I do,” she said quietly.

  “What?”

  “I belong to you!”

  I smiled. I loomed over her and teased my cock over her ass, then changed course, skimming over the wet, swollen folds that were designed to fit me.

  “I know, Steph.” I pushed my way inside her. “I know.”

  She went rigid at the sudden intrusion and then let out a low moan, sinking down to her elbows. I held her hips up and went to work. I made her say filthy things over and over. I made her come so hard she shrieked like a wild thing and then swayed on her knees as I pulled out, waited a few agonizing heartbeats and then plunged into her again. Then I turned her over and sucked on her tits like they were sugar candy before I finally aimed my dick and came all over her chest. It was all every bit as hot as it was during my couch-brooding fantasies while I waited for her to get home.

  I sat back and admired the way my load made her breasts gleam. I rubbed it into her skin while she trembled on the floor, eyes closed, trying to catch her breath.