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Her head stayed buried in my neck, almost as if she’d fallen asleep. But those little whimpers were vibrating out of her lips onto my skin, and I gripped her hips, pulling her closer …
“What are doing to me, girl?” I dragged my lips, keeping it soft and gentle, against her shoulder, feeling her grinding grow more urgent.
She reached her hand down, into my pants, and pulled my cock free, running her fingers up and down it.
I reached over and grabbed a condom out of the desk drawer, and watched—amazed—as she leaned back, slipped it on me with her eyes still looking sleepy, and slid me right into her hot and tight little body.
Her head fell back, and she moaned, placing her hands on my shoulders for support.
She was soft but fast, bobbing up and down on my cock, driving me nuts how she never broke pace or had to slow down. She never opened her eyes, and her sweet little moans filled the room, almost as if she were having a nice wet dream. I palmed her breasts, scooting down in the seat so I could see her better, and damn, I loved everything I was seeing. I could watch her all day.
She was using my body, and I didn’t care.
I didn’t care that she was in charge.
I didn’t care that she was riding me as if I was there to service her.
I didn’t care.
She came in here as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and thank God for that. She liked sex.
The smooth, flawless curves of her breasts stood proud right before me, nipples hard as my cock, and as she started to come, I took one in my mouth.
She cried out, bringing up her knees as she spasmed.
I held on tight, feeling her come apart and closing my eyes, because I loved it so much. Every shake, every shiver, every whimper was mine.
My bed was hers. My T-shirts were hers. My house was hers. My dick was hers.
I squeezed my arms around her, breathing into her neck. And this was mine.
Her pussy pulsed, tightening around me as she shook through the rest of it.
I finally leaned back, taking control as she went limp, and I pulled her hips into me, grinding harder and harder until I felt every muscle in my body burning. I reached down, pulling myself out, ripping the condom off, and spilling onto her stomach, baring my teeth as I breathed hard.
Her stomach moved with her breaths and I looked up into her eyes that were now open, hoping she wasn’t put off. I kept having to remind myself that she wasn’t that experienced. Everything we did might be the first time she’d done it.
But she smiled and leaned her head in to kiss me. “I’d say you dirtied me up, Mr. Trent.” She laughed against my mouth, and I nibbled her lip.
“Happy now?” she asked.
“Not nearly.”
Her face lit up, and she shook her head, climbing off me. “You had a phone call,” she reminded me. “When you’re done, come back to bed.”
She walked off to the bathroom, and I got up, grabbing some tissues from the box and cleaning myself up before heading back to the bedroom.
My body felt loose again. The release helped. I might actually be able to get some work down now as long as she didn’t mind me waking her up in another two hours for round six.
Snatching my pants from earlier off the bedroom floor, I dug my phone out of my pocket and looked through the missed calls.
Three. All from a number I recognized.
Dialing back, I waited for him to answer.
“Jax?” Corvin, my police officer contact at the prison, answered.
“What do you got?” I asked.
“Sorry, man. I called as soon as I heard. Judge approved your father’s release. Tomorrow. Noon.”
I crossed the room, slamming the door shut. “Tomorrow!” I seethed, gritting my teeth. “That’s not the notice I paid for.”
“I called as soon as I heard,” he maintained. “This is your last chance. Ciaran already said it’s taken care of if you want to—”
“Fuck you.” And I hung up, slamming my hands down on the dresser and bowing my head into my arm.
I closed my eyes. Shit.
I was supposed to have more notice. That was what I paid him for, for Christ’s sake!
Corvin was Ciaran’s man on the inside, and when I’d started working for Fallon’s father a year ago, I made him my contact as well. Through him, I knew my father had been speaking to lawyers, turning on old contacts, and working out a deal. This had been happening for a while, and even though I expected the inevitable, I also expected more than twelve hours to prepare myself.
“Noon,” I whispered, sweat already coating my forehead.
He was going to be free. Three years early when he should’ve been put down, not let go.
For six years I’d known exactly where he slept and ate. Somewhere where he wasn’t a threat to me. And now, in a matter of hours, I would have no idea if he was a hundred miles away or right outside the window.
I heard the soft spray of the shower running, and my head filled with dread.
Juliet.
My Juliet.
I dialed Jared.
“It’s late. What’s up?” he answered.
I stood up straight, clearing my throat. “Meet me in the backyard. We have to talk.”
“Wh—”
And I hung up.
“Stop fucking hanging up on me!” Jared whisper-yelled, walking out the back door of Tate’s house and zipping up his jeans. “You’re always doing that, and it pisses me off.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, I’ll pencil in time to cry about that later, Princess.”