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CHAPTER 12

A mustache tickling her most private area woke Caroline up in the middle of the night. Her legs draped over his shoulders as Wraith nibbled and licked her pussy. He’s so good at that!

She reached between her legs to run her hands over his head, threading her fingers through his hair. Suddenly hot, Caroline threw back the rest of the covers that remained draped over her after Wraith’s thick body had pushed most to the bottom of the bed. Propping her head up on one arm, Caroline peered through the darkness illuminated by the nightlight, and her juices gushed in response to the erotic view in front of her.

“Daddy,” she whispered.

As if to reward her for using that name, Wraith slid two fingers into her tight channel so slowly she wondered if she’d lose her mind. His mouth continued to taste and tantalize her. When his lips closed around her clit and sucked firmly, those warning tingles she’d woken up to fused together into a climax that shook her.

Her fingers tightened in Wraith’s hair, pulling him away from his snack. “You’re killing me,” she whispered, not complaining at all.

A slow smile spread Wraith’s glistening wet lips. He pressed a kiss to her tummy as he crawled over her. Caroline loved how she felt caged underneath his bulk—protected and guarded. His thighs widened hers as he shifted upward, controlling her movements easily. His dominance thrilled her.

Wraith’s mouth captured hers, feeding her intimate taste back to her. The thrill of savoring her own desire fueled urgent kisses as she wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to his strength and power. She moaned against his lips when Wraith lowered his hips to thrust himself along her pink folds. Not entering her but rekindling the sizzling sensations she treasured.

He slid an arm under her waist and turned, reversing their position. Her pussy settled on his hard shaft, nestled close. Wraith spanned her waist with his huge hands and urged her up to sit, straddling his cock.

“Wraith! I don’t like being on top,” she whispered, feeling exposed.

“Let me change your mind. Give me five minutes.” When she nodded, he brushed his hands over her torso to cup Caroline’s full breasts. She moaned as he squeezed them firmly to distract her from her embarrassment.

“You are beautiful, Little girl. This may become my favorite position.”

She could tell he wasn’t lying. His expression was hungry, and his shaft jerked against her. Caroline shifted over him, deliberately sliding herself along his length. His fingers tightened, pulling a gasp from her as the heat flared hotter inside her. She liked the hint of pain.

“Put me inside you, Precious.” Wraith released his hold to expand his caresses over her skin.

Caroline stroked her fingers down his muscular abdomen to wrap her fingers around his thickness. She rose onto her knees and rubbed the wide head against her, circling her entrance before fitting it in place. Descending slowly, Caroline dropped her head back as he filled her.

When her body finally rested on his, Wraith curled up to kiss her neck and shoulders. “You feel so good wrapped around me, Caroline. Can you stay here for me, Precious?”

Caroline nodded eagerly.

“Then I need you to move.”

His hands wrapped around her hips as he settled back onto the mattress. His gaze devoured her. When she bounced tentatively, Wraith met her with a roll of his hips, grinding his thick root against her clit. She steadied herself, holding on to his thick forearms as he sent a thrill through her.

Hoping to please him, Caroline tightened her muscles around him and loved the groan that fell from his lips. She repeated the action as he continued his sweet torture. Soon, the self-consciousness faded from her brain. She could only focus on the gathering pleasure inside her and pushing his arousal higher.

“Come now, Little girl,” he ordered as his thrusts up into her quickened with urgency.

Bouncing over him, Caroline screamed as the motion triggered an orgasm. Her channel clamped around on him, launching his climax as well. Hot fluid coated her inner walls, drawing a smaller pleasurable reaction. Wraith rose and gathered her into his arms, guiding Caroline down to his chest as their bodies pulsed together.

“Go back to sleep, Little girl.”

Still fused as one, she closed her eyes and tumbled into sleep.

* * *

Caroline reached for Wraith’s warmth and found only cool sheets. As she blinked her eyes open, she already sensed he was gone. She spotted Jam curled up on her Daddy’s pillow and pulled him close as she checked the clock.

“No wonder the sheets were cold. He left hours ago.”

How such a large man could move so quietly astounded her. Of course, he had worn her out in the middle of the night. Caroline smiled at that sizzling memory. Wraith must be a ninja with sex magic. She squeezed her legs together as the arousing fantasy of Wraith ravishing her in disguising clothes and a mask popped into her mind.

“Goodness. I have it bad,” she told Jam. He’d understand her attraction to her Daddy.

When the purple monkey stared at her with knowing eyes, Caroline chose to get motivated. She slid out of bed and spread the covers up into place. With the task complete, she jumped in the shower to wake herself up.

With a cup of most writers’ favorite fuel in her hand, Caroline wandered into the spare bedroom to reread what she’d written yesterday and see what she’d come up with today. Taking a sip of the coffee, she started her computer and checked her email. Unfortunately, she found an email from Adam. She clicked to open it and scanned the message.

It was ugly. She barely stopped herself from trashing it. Keeping it was wiser. Slumping in her chair, she read it again.

So your true colors have really come out now. Whoring yourself with an entire motorcycle club? That’s lower than I would have expected. After I spent the night outside your condo waiting for you to come home, it’s obvious you had other men to deal with. I’m attaching a letter from my lawyer. I’m taking you back to court for a higher percentage of your royalties. You owe me for keeping a roof over your head while you wrote that trash.

Adam

Horrified by his language toward her, Caroline clicked the attachment and read the legalese. Adam’s fancy lawyer advertised he was a bulldog for men who faced nasty divorces. Her attorney had rolled her sleeves up and defended Caroline’s interests while simultaneously rolling her eyes at his antics. Caroline would have to contact her. And pay the money to stop this move in its tracks.

No one had ever clued her in that books produced while you had a husband were considered marital assets. As the spouse of an author, Adam had a right to some of the money she earned on anything she’d written while they were together. This would never end if she didn’t shut him down now. He’d come back year after year, wanting more.

After fortifying herself with another sip, she searched through her contacts and pulled up her lawyer’s number.

“Dunworthy Esquire. How may I help you?”

The legal secretary’s crisp voice made her smile. “Hi, Elizabeth. It’s Caroline Sweets.”

“Hi, Caroline. I’m glad to hear your voice, but I’m guessing this is bad news.”

“Yes. I got an email from my ex-husband stating he was taking me to court for a higher percentage of my royalties. Could I make an appointment with Teresa?” she asked, naming her attorney.

“Of course. She has an opening this afternoon. A client canceled. Do you want to come in at two?”

“Yes, please, Elizabeth.”

“I’ve added you to Teresa’s schedule. Forward that email over to her with your ex’s lawyer’s name so she can prepare.”

“On it. Thank you for your help.”

Caroline dropped her head into her hands after disconnecting. Why did he have to be such a jerk? Her lawyer had recommended delaying the publication of any additional books for a year after the divorce. That way, Adam couldn’t claim she’d written them while married to him. Without new books generating income, Caroline had worried about having enough money to cover her rent and expenses. If Adam got more of her dwindling earnings now, she’d have to skimp on everything to pay her bills.

Worst of all, she risked losing readers who would turn to another author while she had to wait so long to produce another book. Caroline crossed her fingers. Please don’t forget about me.

Suddenly, writing held no appeal. She closed her laptop with a snap and walked out of her makeshift office. Pacing across the family room carpet, she seethed with anger. How dare he! Adam must be trying to impress another floozy and wanted her money to do it.

She should hire a private investigator. A real sleuth who could document all the crap he did. How did anyone go about finding someone to stalk a lowlife and get proof he was a complete jerk?

Caroline ran back to the office to grab her phone. The second her hand picked up the device, it rang. Without thinking, she tossed it into the air like it was a scorpion about to kill her. “Ahh!” As her scream echoed in the small space, Caroline tried to catch her tumbling phone. To her relief, it landed on the leather couch.

“Caroline? Is something wrong?” Wraith’s deep voice sounded concerned. Somehow, she’d accepted the call when it rang.

“I dropped the phone. Hold on!” she called as she grabbed the device and unlocked it. When she had it securely in her hands, she pressed the speaker button. “It’s okay. I’ve got it.”

“What’s going on, Precious?”

“You don’t have time for this, Wraith, and it definitely isn’t your problem. I’ll handle it.”

“You have two seconds to start talking or I’m headed home to spank your bottom beet red.”

That wasn’t a good visual image. She blabbed. “I got a message from Adam, my ex. He’s going back to court to grab a higher percentage of my royalties.”

“A higher percentage?” Wraith asked.

“Yes. He has rights to anything that I wrote while we were married.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“It is. Now he’s greedy and wants more. I’m sure he’s trying to impress some twenty-year-old.”

“Give me his address.”

“I’ve already called my lawyer, Wraith. I have a meeting with her at two. Hopefully, she can shut this down. You don’t have a private investigator in the Devils, do you?”

“I do. Tell me Adam’s address and I’ll have him checked out.”

Caroline sagged with relief. “Oh, thank goodness. You’re a lifesaver, Wraith. I’ll text it to you.” She sent him a message with that information. “You should have it now.”

“Yep. Got it. I’ll get someone on this,” Wraith promised. “I probably won’t have any information before your meeting at two. What’s your lawyer’s name? I’ll make sure the details get to her as well.”

“You are a prince among Daddies. Thank you, Wraith.”

“I’ve got you, Little girl. Go write a sexy scene to read to me tonight.”

“Wraith! I can’t do that!”

“Of course you can. I can always use inspiration. I called to invite you to Inferno this evening. Would you come hang out with me while I man the front door? Come after your meeting, and I’ll feed you some dinner before the crowd rolls in,” he said.

“I’ll see you in a few hours.”

“Inspiration, Little girl. I want you to tell me about that chapter you’re going to create. Go get busy.”

“Yes, Sir. Daddy, Sir.”