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MERRICK

She glances at me from over her shoulder. Those green eyes of hers are holding me hostage. She’s fucking gorgeous. But even looking at her from afar is dangerous. She is not a toy to be played with. I’m here for work, not for a quick fuck.

Although, I don’t think a fuck with her would be quick in any capacity. I would want to take my time. To taste, touch, and feel. I’m ready to use all of my senses on her body. And I want to hear her little sounds when I do, too. Biting my bottom lip, I tear my focus from her green eyes and return to my job.

I’m here to get measurements for this security system they’ve hired my company to install. I’m not here to get my dick wet. That’s what I inwardly repeat to myself over and over. It doesn’t work. Because honest to fuck, my gaze keeps sliding over to this gorgeous fucking creature sitting across the room.

I’m not sure if it’s the fucking heat here in Florida or if it’s because she’s looking at me the way she is, but I’m starting to sweat. Granted, she’s minding her own goddamn business. She hasn’t said a single word to me the entire time I’ve been here, but fuck—I want her.

Control is the most crucial thing in my life.

I pride myself on my ability to keep a hold of that power within me. All of us are. Every single man who I own Securus with has the same focus—control. Our early years were full of chaos, and we had little power over our own lives.

We have made it a point never to have that in our lives—nobody will ever have any kind of power or control over me, over us, again. None of us would allow it. No matter fucking what the stakes.

The girl stands slowly, and as she walks, I watch her skirt sway with each move of her hips. I want to slip my hand beneath that skirt and feel her round ass with my fingers—I want to drag them down the soft skin of her thighs.

Shaking my head, I look down at my iPad in an attempt to focus on something, anything, other than her body… my body… our bodies . But I fail because every time I try to read something or do something else, all I can do is imagine sliding into her sweet cunt.

I’m not sure how long I attempt to gain control of my focus, but when a glass of water is set down in front of me, I drag my gaze up to meet the green eyes I’ve been trying so hard to push out of my mind.

Fuck.

“I thought you might be thirsty,” she whispers.

I grunt as my response. I’m not sure what to say. I’m thirsty as fuck, but not for water. Instead of saying that, I wrap my fingers around the glass and lift it to my lips. When I take a drink, I don’t shift my gaze from hers.

It doesn’t quench my thirst, not in the goddamn slightest. She sucks in a breath, her eyes wide as she watches me. I’m not sure if she’s scared or turned on. Maybe a bit of both. She definitely should be a bit of both.

“You are playing with fire, little girl,” I warn.

We stare at one another for a long moment in silence, the intensity of the moment threatening to ignite the world around us. Then she does something that I know is likely innocent, but it makes my cock ache.

Her tongue slides across her bottom lip before she sinks her teeth into the corner. I want my teeth in that plump, sexy-ass bottom lip. “Am I?” she asks.

“Indeed.”

Then, because she has some kind of self-destruction affliction, she walks around the table where I have all my things set up and faces me. Looking up at her, I arch a brow. “Walk away if you don’t want this.”

“This?” she asks.

“This,” I confirm.

She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip again, taking a half step backward, and I think she’s going to walk away. She doesn’t. Instead, she places her hand on the table beside her thigh.

“I’ve never done anything like this before…”

“But?” I ask as I slowly rise to my feet.

“I want to,” she whispers. Her voice so fucking soft, so timid and shy, I want to watch her come undone.

Her words —I want to —are all I need to hear.

Reaching out for her, I wrap my arm around her waist before I haul her body against mine. Her soft tits press against my chest, her big green eyes meet mine, and I know I’m going to ruin her.

“Tell me you want out right now. Run back upstairs and pretend I don’t exist,” I grind out.

“No,” she breathes.

Fuck.

Slanting my head to the side, I slam my mouth against hers and take from her. I take her mouth, kissing her. My tongue tangles with hers, and it’s fucking amazing. She’s a perfect mix of sweet, innocent, and intoxicating, all wrapped into one.

Grabbing hold of her ass, I grip her globes and pick her up, then set her ass on the edge of the desk and fit my hips between her thighs. I don’t even know her fucking name. Goddamn, she tastes amazing.

Out-of-this-fucking-world amazing.

Slipping my hand between her thighs, I hook my finger in the center of her panties and tug them to the side. Then I lean forward and press my lips against the center of her throat, sucking on the skin there.

She whimpers, her hips lifting slightly as her head falls back. I unbutton my pants and shove them down past my hips, along with my underwear. Wrapping my fingers around my cock, I squeeze in an attempt to regain control of myself.

I’m on the verge of completely losing my shit. Although the fact that I’m about to fuck this woman right here in her father’s house, without even locking a door, would already prove that point.

Slipping two fingers inside of her, I grunt at the warm, wet heat that greets me. I lift my head and sink my teeth into my bottom lip as a hiss escapes at the sensation of her wetness. Curling my fingers inside of her, I make a come-hither motion, watching her, waiting for her reaction, for those noises. I want it all from her.

She gasps, lifting her head, and her eyes find mine. “Yes,” she breathes. She’s warm and wet, ready for my cock.

“Tell me what you want,” I demand.

“Please,” she whimpers.

“Tell me.”

Her lips part, her eyes grow wide, and I hear her exhale. It’s so fucking soft that I almost don’t hear her words. “You. I want you… please .”

I slip my fingers from between her legs to replace them with my cock. Slowly, I sink inside of her. She cries out, lifting her hands, her fingers gripping my shoulders. I can feel her nails dig into my skin through my shirt. I don’t fucking care. I hope she leaves marks. I would proudly carry her goddamn scratches on my skin.

I give her a few breaths to adjust to my intrusion. Tipping my chin, I look down at our connection and, honest to fucking God, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so amazing in my entire life.

I cup her cheek as I slide my thumb across her bottom lip. I’m in goddamn awe of her, and I don’t even know her name. She’s Bellucci’s daughter, this timid thing that has done nothing except watch me from across the room and bring me water.

But in all her timidness, there is a boldness there, too, just under the surface, and I’m lucky enough to have a piece of it. My gaze searches hers, and in this moment—I am lost. Or maybe I’m found. I’m not sure.

She opens her mouth, and I take the opportunity to slip my thumb between her lips. “Suck,” I rasp as I begin to move inside of her.

I take her slow and easy. Moving my hips with a gentle roll as my pelvis grinds against her clit. I want to bring her to the edge and then watch and feel her fall over.

“You feel amazing,” she says, her voice breathy and sexy as fuck.

Lowering my head, I rest my forehead against hers. As I close my eyes, my hips continue to move, enjoying every fucking second of being inside of her. I’m being careful not to fuck her too hard or fast, knowing it will be over too quickly if I do. I want this to last. I want to savor the moment.

Gripping her thigh, I roll my hips, fucking her slowly. “Are you going to come for me?” I exhale.

“I want to,” she says, her chest rising and falling, her breath fanning over my face as she attempts to keep from passing out.

I want to give her everything.

Everything .

I’ve never wanted to give a person more than I do this girl. Never in my life have I felt like this about someone. I don’t know a goddamn thing about her, and yet, I want to keep her. I don’t know how this is happening in real time.

Continuing to grind my pelvis against her clit, I watch as she rises higher and higher, climbing toward the edge. Fuck me, but she looks fantastic in every goddamn way. It feels even better. I want her to come. I want to feel her cunt grip my cock, squeeze me, and pull the cum from my balls.

She cries out, and almost instantly, I feel her pussy clamp down around my cock. I’m seconds away from my own release when the door flies open. When I look to the side, I see him—the man who hired me for this job.

He looks pissed.

Fuck.