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  Despite my desire, when the corner of his mouth slowly lifts up in a smirk, I feel my annoyance grow. I let go of his softening erection, his cum coating my hand and fingers. I narrow my eyes and clench my jaw.

  He’s playing just as dirty as I had. That’s obvious. “This changes nothing,” I say, trying to hide my arousal.

  He leans in so our mouths are once again only an inch from each other. “Macy,” he says deeply. “This changes everything.”

  Braden

  “What are you doing?” Macy gasps as I pick her up and carry her into the bathroom.

  “I’m going to get us in the shower. I’m going to wash my cum off of your delectable body and then I’m going to bury my fingers in your hair and wash it—”

  “I can bathe myself, Braden.”

  “Maybe, but it’s more fun my way,” I tell her with a wink.

  It’s amazing what a hand job by a beautiful woman can do for your outlook on the day. I turn the shower on, adjusting the water. I turn back around to glance at Macy. She’s standing there looking at me like I’ve lost my mind. Maybe I have, but I don’t really give a fuck. This woman lights a fire in me like nothing and no one ever has before. I feel this connection with her and I don’t know what it is, but I do know I want more of it.

  I want more of her.

  Hell, I think I want all of her. It’s as simple as that. I’ve always been the type of man who made up my mind quickly and acted on the decision. That’s the sole reason I’m so successful in business. I’m not about to change the way I am now, just because it’s my personal life. I want Macy, and maybe even more than that, I need her in my life.

  I step into the shower and turn around to stare at her, daring her without words to join me. I wonder if she’ll back away and go into her shell. Macy hides behind walls and I probably understand that more than anyone else would. I don’t want her to hide from me, though. I need to break down those walls so that she belongs to me completely. She watches me for a minute, biting her bottom lip, making it clear that she doesn’t trust me fully yet.

  I want inside of her so much my balls are aching and on the verge of turning blue. I’m not going to take her yet though. I refuse, as long as she doesn’t trust me. Still, it won’t stop me from doing everything in my power to make sure she’s as addicted to me as I am to her.

  Macy surprises me, though, and takes off her clothes. I want to enjoy the show, but she does it so quickly that I don’t have that luxury. She gets in the shower, her face a deep red which has nothing to do with the heat of the water.

  “Turn around, Macy,” I order, my voice going deep, threaded with my hunger for her.

  “Has anyone ever told you that you’re bossy, Braden?” she snaps.

  I put a hand on each of her arms and back her until I’m against the shower wall and she’s in front of me positioned under the water.

  “Yeah, every day of my damn life,” I murmur as I stare at her throat. I’ve never really noticed necks on women before, but Macy’s is enough to make a man beg. Her neck is long and supple, the muscles moving under it like some exotic dance that draws my eyes constantly. When she holds her head back, allowing the water to cascade over her blond mane, my throat goes dry. I work my fingers through her hair, loving the feel of it curling around my digits.

  I take the shampoo and lather it in my hand before massaging it into her scalp. Her body goes slack against me and she emits the sweetest moan that instantly has my cock standing up and begging for attention.

  I ignore that need.

  This is about Macy and making her feel good. This is about having her come to terms with being mine, belonging to me. I want her to accept my claim on her because I’ve finally decided that I’m not letting her go. Whatever this chemistry is between us, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced and I’m not letting it go—it’s too damn good.

  “Do you like that, sweetheart?” I ask her, my voice low and full of hunger. My lips are so close to her ear that I can kiss the water off of it.

  “Yes,” she murmurs. “You know the right spot to touch me to make me forget why I’m here.”

  I don’t let her words sway me, because she can act tough, but I know she’s into this … into me.

  Her reply makes me grin, because she has no idea… not yet. I’m going to bombard her body with pleasure, make her a slave to it. I rinse her hair slowly, taking my time, and then do the conditioner. She’s leaning on me now, allowing me control of her hair, of caring for her, and this surge of pride fills me because I like caring for her. I want to be the man she looks to for everything. I want to be the one to always take care of her, to cherish her… I felt that pull from the moment I first saw her and looking into her eyes as she made me come… that feeling got stronger… took over.

  Next, I lather my hands with the soap and begin washing her body. I start with her neck, then move over her shoulders and down her back, stopping just at the curve of her ass. My hand shakes with the need to slide between those rosy cheeks and seek out that forbidden opening… the one I’ll claim, possess… own.

  I move my hands down her sides, the pads of my fingers tracing the feel of her ribs. As I lean over her body, my heavy, engorged cock slides against her ass. She rubs against it. She wants me as much as I want her, but I resist taking her. At least for right now.

  I need everything from this woman. Somehow, I know that is imperative. I let my hands move around to her flat stomach, memorizing the lines of her body, slowly bringing them up to cup her breasts. Her nipples are hard, stabbing against my palms. I squeeze her breasts, kneading them and loving how they are so large they spill out of my hold.

  “Braden,” she moans. “I—I’m not … I’m not sure I’m ready to—”

  “I’ve got you.”

  She whimpers and I can literally feel the doubt in her words. Soon, she will give her body to me freely. For the first time in my life, I’m willing to be patient.

  “Relax, my sweet Macy. All I want right now is to make you feel as good as you just made me feel,” I tell her, turning her around so she can see me and walking her backwards so she’s no longer in the spray. It splashes against my back, but I barely pay attention to it—my mind is on something much better.

  “I don’t … What are you going to do?” she asks, those eyes of hers dilated in pleasure.

  “I’m going to eat that little pussy of yours until you come all over my face,” I growl, kissing her, taking her mouth in a harsh kiss filled with hunger and need.

  My tongue attacks her mouth, taking it like a warrior claiming his prize for victory. Her sweetness explodes on my tongue, but it’s not enough. I need more. When we break apart, her eyes open slowly, her lips swollen from my kiss. Our gazes lock, and I don’t blink as I go down on my knees in front of her.

  “Braden…” she gasps as I grab her legs and bring one of them over my shoulder, opening up her sweet pussy for my mouth.

  “I got you, Macy,” I say again. “I’ll make it good for you, sweetheart,” I assure her, using my fingers to pull the lips of her pussy apart and baring her. My tongue slides against the throbbing nub of her clit and her juices explode on my tongue, giving me a taste of pure heaven. Her fingers tangle in my hair as she tries to grind herself against my tongue.

  “Don’t stop, Braden,” she moans.

  I look up between her legs, my tongue teasing her entrance, my face buried against her pussy, her head thrown back in pleasure, her body wet and shiny.

  She’s a goddess.

  She’s mine… and I’m never letting her go.

  With that thought solidifying in my mind, I go about eating out her sweet little cunt and owning her body in ways where she’ll find it impossible to walk away…

  Macy

  The night of the dinner has come and I wish I could say I was calm and collected, but I’m so nervous that my hands are shaking and my palms are sweaty.

  I have them clasped together in my lap, trying to act like I’m not about to
jump out of my skin. But all I can think about is what Braden and I have done these last couple of days, how the wall I’ve built around myself has all but crumbled, and how I am about to meet his family, even if I’m not technically in a relationship with him.

  The truth is, I feel like I am.

  I’ve never been so open and bared to anyone in my life. Braden sees me for me, and even if that seems crazy, given the short amount of time we’ve spent with each other, it doesn’t make it any less real.

  I look over at him, his focus on his phone, his expression serious as he types out a text. We’re sitting in the back of a sleek luxury car, the scent of expensive leather something I’ve never actually experienced firsthand. I’m used to the faux leather of cheap restaurants, the hard-plastic seats on public transportation.

  But being with Braden has shown me a whole other world, one I knew existed, but never imagined I would be part of.

  This is temporary.

  But as I think those words all I can feel is the doubt in them, and the knowledge that I want more with him consumes me.

  Where I always thought the rich and privileged were a bunch of snobby assholes, I saw a different side, one that Braden has shown me. He’s intense and knowledgeable, driven and successful. But he’s not arrogant.

  He’s confident.

  And that’s such a turn-on.

  As I stare at him, his square jaw, his freshly shaven face, with his hard-set eyes as he furiously types out the text, I feel myself heat and soften, arousal licking at my very core. I remember what I did to him in the bed. I remember what he did to me in the shower. My breathing starts coming out faster, more labored. And just when I think, feel, that I want to take this further … when I want to reach out and touch him, do something dirty in the back of this car, the vehicle slows and Braden lift his gaze from the phone to look out the window.

  “We’re here,” he says in a deep, almost authoritative voice.

  He glances over at me, and I can tell by the way his expression changes that he sees the desire on my face.

  I clear my throat and straighten, looking out the passenger side window so I don’t get sucked into the moment, so I don’t reach across and grab his massive cock, and make him come in his expensive, tailored suit pants right before his family dinner.

  I blow out a small breath of air. The window is tinted so it’s hard to see out. But there’s no mistaking the massive estate the luxury car is slowing up to.

  When I lean in closer to the window to get a better look at the mansion, I suddenly feel like a fraud, so out of place and my element that I start to feel panic settle inside of me. I’ve never seen a house so big in person, with pillars that support a large covered porch, a front door that’s really two doors in one, this intricate, wrought-iron scroll work on it.

  This isn’t me.

  It is tonight, I mentally demand of myself.

  The car comes to a stop in front of wide, no doubt expensive marble steps that lead up to the porch. My heart is racing double-time, and I don’t know how this is supposed to go, if I’m supposed to pretend to be his girlfriend? If I’m just arm candy? Should I be seen and not heard?

  I am so confused on the ins and outs of all of this that when I look at Braden, I can see he is aware of where my thoughts are. He reaches out and takes my hand in his, giving it a light squeeze.

  “Just be yourself.” He smiles and it’s genuine. I know how this started off for him … rub the street thief in his family’s face.

  But maybe things have changed for him, too? Maybe he feels this escalating emotion like I do?

  And then he leans in and kisses me softly on the forehead. The act is so gentle that I actually close my eyes and lean into him. It’s so strange, but I feel like being with him, letting my walls and fears come down, is exactly what’s supposed to happen. I feel collected and calm, relaxed with him. I’ve never felt this way before, but in Braden’s presence he makes it all so easy.

  I could stay like this forever, but my door opens, and a man dressed in butler attire is standing there, his hands clasped behind his back, his posture stiff as he stares straight ahead, not making eye contact.

  I climb out and smooth my fingers along my dress, my pulse racing. I wonder if they can see my heart beating, if it’s so pronounced that it’s visible.

  Braden places his hand on the small of my back as soon as he’s out of the vehicle and standing beside me. I take comfort and strength from his touch, and tell myself this isn’t the worst thing in the world.

  I can do this.

  That’s what I keep telling myself as we head toward the front door.

  Braden

  “Braden, darling, you’re late,” Delia croons as Macy and I walk through the front door. My hand is on Macy’s back, mostly because I need that contact with her.

  “Son, good to see you,” my father says, reaching out his hand for me to shake.

  “I wish I could say the same,” I tell him with a cold smile, ignoring the offer of his hand. I feel Macy stiffen and the tension coming from her increase and without thought I rub the small of her back to try and ease her worries. It’s sad that I’m more connected with this woman than my own family, considering how long I’ve known her—but it’s true.

  “I see you haven’t changed,” my father says, his voice stern.

  “A chip off the old block,” I tell him, praying to God I’m wrong. I don’t want to be anything like the man standing before me right now. “Macy, I’d like for you to meet Senator Harris and my stepmother Delia.”

  “Oh goodness, that makes me sound so old, Braden,” Delia says, giving me that damn fake laugh that grates on my nerves like fingernails on a chalkboard. “Macy, what a beautiful name,” she adds, looking Macy over from top to bottom. I can see the flash of jealousy in Delia’s eyes, but then she would be jealous. Macy is fucking gorgeous, and Delia doesn’t like anyone she can’t outshine. “You look so familiar! Are you a model?” she asks, fishing for information, wanting to be able to brag to all of her rich friends about having celebrities at her party.

  “No… I—”

  “Macy is more of a street performer.”

  “A street performer?” Delia asks, and her face goes white.

  “Yeah,” I say with a smirk, enjoying Delia’s discomfort until I feel the stiffness coming off of Macy. I don’t have to look to know I’ve upset her. That wasn’t my intention, I just forgot about Macy’s well-being because I love getting under Delia’s and my father’s skin.

  “I think I better—”

  I cut Macy off, not letting her finish. “Macy has a magic show.”

  “A magic show? Like that Angel man who does all those tricks?” Delia asks.

  “Much better than him. After all, she managed to steal my heart during her performance. Now, if you’ll excuse us, I’d like to introduce Macy to Tabby.”

  “Tabatha? Whatever for?” my father barks.

  “Because Macy is important to me and Tabby is the only other person I give a damn about and I want them to meet.”

  “Braden, don’t you think it’s time you bury this hostility you have towards me?”

  “That depends, Dad. Have you apologized to my mother for fucking around on her the thirty years you were married?”

  “Braden! Lower your voice. People can hear you,” Delia hisses.

  “Braden, perhaps you should leave if this is the attitude you’ve brought with you,” my father responds, his arm going around Delia.

  “Maybe we should be going,” Macy says, clearly uncomfortable.

  I put my hand in hers and refuse to let her leave. Instead, I pull her away from my father and Delia, not wanting to share the same air as them another moment.

  “I want you to meet Tabby,” I murmur in her ear.

  “Braden—” she protests, but I slide my hand up her arm and put it against her neck, forcing her to look at me.

  “I need you to meet Tabby. I wasn’t lying, Macy. She’s important to me and so are
you. I want you to meet her.”

  She stares at me for a few minutes and finally nods.

  “Where is she?”

  “She’ll be in bed,” I tell her, leading her up the grand staircase that leads to my sister’s room.

  “But it’s not even six o’clock.” Macy frowns. “How old is she?”

  “She’ll be awake, but they refuse to let her make noise or come out of her room while Delia is having one of her parties,” I mutter, anger bleeding through my words.

  “One of her parties? How often does she have parties?”

  “At least once a week,” I reply, feeling better not being around them. I make my way to Tabby’s room, giving it a knock before opening the door and smiling immediately when Tabby comes running to me, nearly taking me to the floor.

  “Braden! I knew you’d come see me. I knew it!” she exclaims, wrapping her body tight around me. I pick her up, smelling the sweet strawberry scent of her hair and finally relaxing. When I look up it’s to find Macy staring at both of us, her face soft, the tension that was there earlier gone.

  “Tabby, I’d like for you to meet my girlfriend, Macy.”

  “Your girlfriend?” Tabby and Macy question at the same time. I just keep smiling, my gaze never leaving Macy’s face.

  I lean over and kiss her forehead, Tabby still in my arms.

  “Definitely my girlfriend.”

  “Cool!” Tabby exclaims.

  “Yeah, cool,” I murmur, my lips spreading into a smile at the shocked look on Macy’s face. She even looks a little dazed. Maybe it’s starting to dawn on her that I’m not going to let her go.

  Macy

  On the way back to the hotel, all I keep thinking about is Braden’s dysfunctional family, how money can’t buy happiness, and how he loves his little sister. How hard it must be for him to have such a disconnect with his father, but how wonderful that he’s so close with Tabby.

  It breaks my heart but has me smiling in the same breath.