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  And it has me falling harder for the man I tried to keep away. But the wall I’ve built around myself nearly my entire life is definitely crumbling.

  We make it back in complete silence. It’s not an awkward silence, but I can tell being around his father and stepmother has him in his own headspace.

  Because we didn’t stay there and eat dinner, we decided to just have room service delivered at the hotel. I lie on the bed, feeling content and watching as Braden paces back and forth, his cell pressed to his ear. The conversation he’s having about mergers, contracts and a bunch of other jargon I have no understating of is completely Greek to me, but seems important, so I stay quiet.

  But he’s in nothing but his slacks, his shirt gone because he spilled ketchup on it, which had me laughing at him while he grumbled in frustration.

  And although I know he is used to having things in pristine order, I like the feeling I have when I’m with him, how I have a genuine laugh at the things he does, even if it annoys him.

  So I helped him out of that button-down shirt, forcing myself to act like an adult and not be affected by the way his defined pectoral muscles flexed from the movement, or how his washboard abs came into view once the material was off.

  I feel myself heating, feel the rest of that wall finally crumbling down. I know what I want to do, not just because I feel this insane attraction to Braden, but because I learned about who he really is today.

  He isn’t just this wealthy, attractive businessman. He might be successful and arrogant, but what made me realize he is exactly the type of man I want, I’ve always wanted even though I didn’t know it, was how I saw him interact with Tabby.

  He was gentle and kind with her, even played dolls with her because she complained nobody else would. As I stood off to the side and watched them, just for a moment before they asked me to come join, I realized there are so many different layers to Braden. He’s so much more than he seems.

  I push myself up on the mattress just as he gets off the cell. He tosses his phone onto the little table off to the side and turns to face the TV. I watch as his muscles flex as he rubs his hand over the back of his head. He’s so masculine and strong, so ... everything. My mouth dries and my throat tightens. My pulse races and my pussy becomes wet. I feel my nipples harden against the oversized shirt I have on.

  His shirt.

  I swallow, my throat so dry because what I’m about to do breaks all of my rules. I’m not supposed to get involved, invested. I’m not supposed to let myself fall for the man who blackmailed me.

  I don’t see him as that anymore. I see him as a man I’ve fallen for, and in just these few short days, I’ve given my heart to him, whether he knows that or not.

  “Braden.” I say his name softly and he turns around and looks at me. Nothing is said for a prolonged moment, but I can see from his expression he knows where this is going.

  His face softens, his chest rising and falling a little faster as he breathes harder.

  “Come here.”

  I feel every part of my body come alive, as if electricity is moving so fast inside of me there’s no stopping it. But I don’t want to stop it. I want to give Braden everything I am. I want to give myself to him fully.

  “The way you’re looking at me…”

  I lick my lips, smoothing my hands up and down my thighs, wondering if I can actually go through with this. I know I want to desperately, but I feel so nervous, so unsure of myself in this moment. I’ve never been so bold and brazen before. But with Braden I want to do all those things and more.

  “What way am I looking at you?” I whisper, and I hear a soft groan leave him, as if my words inflame him, arouse him.

  He takes a step closer and stops when he’s at the edge of the bed. For a long moment we don’t speak, but I can see the heat behind his gaze.

  “You’re looking at me like you need something desperately, Macy, like I’m the only one who can give it to you.”

  I swallow roughly and force myself to get on my knees, the oversize shirt I’m wearing hiding me completely. “You are the only one who can give it to me.” Those words spill from me before I can stop them. I exhale roughly and grip the edge of my shirt and start to pull it up, removing it from my body and tossing it aside.

  There is no going back now.

  Braden

  I watch everything Macy does, from the way her hand delicately strokes my cock, right up until the moment that it disappears into that sweet mouth of hers and is surrounded by warm, wet heat as she sucks me so tight my balls draw up and I swear I could come right then.

  My hand fists in her hair, my hold harsh, my breathing even more so as I move her up and down my cock, pushing toward the back of her throat. She hums around me, her eyes closing, the pleasure on her face clear to see. She loves sucking me. Christ, she treats me like I’m her favorite candy that she’s starving for.

  “That’s it, baby. Get my cock all nice and wet so when I ram home inside of you I can go balls deep without stopping,” I command, my voice guttural and so damn hungry it bleeds through every syllable.

  I don’t know how I survived without Macy in my life, but I’m never letting her go.

  I watch her, hypnotized by the way she sucks my cock, takes it deep in her mouth, her tongue licking along my shaft, humming as she rocks back and forth, giving it all she has.

  God, she’s fucking beautiful.

  My fingers tighten, and I know I’m a little too rough as I pull her away. My cock comes out of her mouth with a slick, wet popping noise that makes me ache.

  “Braden,” she growls, her fingers tightening into my thighs, her fingernails scoring my skin in her hunger, causing a delicious sting of pain to zing up my spine. “I’m not finished,” she complains, her breath coming out in a puff that electrifies my cock.

  Jesus, if I don’t hurry I’m going to come before I even get a chance to be inside of her.

  “Get up here, Macy,” I bark. Her eyes dilate at the urgency and need in my voice, something I don’t begin to hide from her. I want her to know what she does to me. She rises quickly, putting her knee on the mattress of the bed. I help maneuver her until she’s straddling me, her knees pushing into the mattress and looking like a fucking goddess. “That’s my girl,” I groan, moving my hand down to let my fingers slide against her pussy.

  “That feels good,” she moans as my fingers caress the lips, gliding easily in the thick coat of arousal. I push them into her slit, and a fresh gush of juices showers my fingers, making my dick weep. Jesus, she’s so fucking wet.

  “It’s getting ready to feel a fuck of a lot better, sweetheart,” I groan.

  She’s got the prettiest pink nipples, the color so delicate that it looks like they’re blushing. I run my fingers over them, the hard, little buttons begging to be touched.

  I put my hand on her breast, kneading it and then capturing the swollen nipple in my mouth and sucking it against the roof of my mouth while I tease the other one with my fingers. Macy leans down over me, her fingers combing through my hair as she pulls me into her.

  My hard cock slides against the wet lips of her pussy and I snarl, the sound muted because my mouth is full of her tit. I feel the tremor that moves through her, though, and I know she’s as fucking hungry as I am. I break away, pinching her nipples as I look up at the woman I never plan on letting go. Her body jerks and she gasps as I torture her. She sinks down, her ass sitting against me, her hot little snatch pressing against my cock, but not letting me in.

  We look at each other, and she’s breathing so harshly that I can watch it move through her body.

  I hold her gaze, not speaking, our eyes locked as I take her hand in mine and guide her down between our bodies. She goes back up on her knees, instantly knowing what I want. That doesn’t surprise me; I’m connected to Macy in a way I can’t explain, I just know it’s special... She’s special.

  I cup her hand around my dick, which is so swollen it’s throbbing, and the shaft is covered
in her sweet honey.

  “Take me inside of you, Macy. Help me claim you, sweetheart,” I urge her, wanting her to have control here as much as I do. This is important. This isn’t just sex, this is so much more.

  This is a promise, a fucking vow, for the future.

  Macy

  Braden’s eyes are so intent that it feels like they’re burning me.

  “Take me inside of you, Macy. Help me claim you, sweetheart.”

  His words are so erotic, his voice so hoarse and filled with hunger that I close my eyes at the wave of emotion that overtakes me.

  “Braden,” I whimper, unsure what to do with all of the emotion I’m feeling… the love.

  Oh God. I love him. It wasn’t planned, and considering how we met, I’m not sure how it happened, but… I love him. The idea should terrify me, and maybe it does a little.

  It also feels right. Completely and utterly right.

  Maybe I’m fooling myself, but I don’t care. I love Braden Harris. If I’m wrong and he’s just using me for sex, then I’ll deal. I’ve been through hell before, I can survive it again… Maybe.

  “Open those eyes, Macy.”

  My eyes instantly open, obeying him without thought. His voice is so throaty it glides over my body like silk.

  “Braden,” I moan, stroking him without planning to.

  “I want your eyes open, Macy. Open and looking directly at me when I claim your sweet little pussy as mine.”

  There are a million questions swimming in my head. I want to ask him if he cares about me, if he thinks he might one day love me. I want to ask him if this is just sex, if he’s still planning on letting me go with the morning light. I can’t for the life of me ask any of them, so instead I bite my lip, stare directly at him, guide his cock to my entrance and then slowly begin to lower my body. His head pushes in and as I slide down on his cock I have to stop midway, feeling so full that it’s almost painful.

  “Christ, Macy, you’re so tight,” Braden groans as I slip just a little farther down his cock. I know I’m being slow, taking it almost centimeter by centimeter, but he’s so big, and I feel so full that even though I’m wet, it’s borderline painful. Uncertainty swarms me, doubts hitting me.

  “I don’t know… Am I doing this right?”

  “You’re a virgin,” he whispers, surprise and shock evident on his face. Embarrassment floods me and I start to pull away. His hands cup my hips, refusing to let me move.

  “Braden…”

  “You’re perfect and I’m going to claim that little cherry of yours and fuck you so hard your tight little cunt is curved for my cock and my cock alone.”

  “I don’t know what I’m doing. I—”

  “This will only hurt for a little bit, Macy, and then I promise you that I will make it up to you. I’ll make you feel so good you will beg me to fuck you again,” he promises me.

  Then, before I can process what he’s doing, he pushes me down, forcing my body to open wider and accept him—all of him—every single inch of his cock as he buries himself deep inside of me. His mouth attacks mine as he swallows my cries and claims my virginity.

  Braden

  Nothing better.

  I’ve never experienced anything better in my life. I know instinctively that I never will. This is special because it’s Macy.

  My woman.

  I must have realized it subconsciously that day on the street, I don’t know. Something has constantly drawn me to her, and this pull we have between us is just getting stronger with every moment we spend together. I knew it before tonight, but her fate was sealed when I saw how sweet and loving she was with Tabby and now that I know I’m the only man she’s ever let between her legs, that she’s mine and mine alone?

  Christ, I’m never letting her go.

  I know I’m hurting her. I know I should be gentle, to take her with the care that she deserves, but I don’t have that in me. Macy turns me into an animal and all I want is buried balls deep inside of her and having her coming all over my cock—and that’s exactly what I’ll have.

  I take her mouth, swallowing her cries and thrusting deep inside her, tearing through her virginity and not stopping until my balls are pressing against her. Her tight little walls flutter around my cock, teasing me and gripping me so fucking tight it’s all I can do not to unload right then and there.

  I break away from her lips, pulling back to look at her beautiful face. I brush my thumb across her cheeks, gathering the tears I find there, hating them and wishing I was the kind of man she deserves, the kind of man who could take her virginity carefully, not slam into her like a Viking conqueror claiming his spoils, but that’s what she makes me.

  “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

  “It’s better,” she whispers, avoiding my eyes. I apply pressure to her neck, forcing her to look at me.

  I move my hips just enough so my cock scrapes against her tight walls. She hisses quietly, her eyes going large in surprise.

  “Don’t lie to me, Macy. It’s my job to make it feel better,” I tell her. “And I can’t do that if you don’t tell me the truth.”

  “It hurts a little,” she says, jumping when my hand reaches her pussy.

  “Shh… I’m just going to make you feel good,” I tell her with a grin. “I’m going to make us both feel good.” I let my fingers find her clit, teasing it as I kiss along her neck. She gets wetter and wetter and I smile at how responsive she is.

  “I like that,” she gasps as a fresh flood of desire coats my fingers and I massage her clit over and over.

  “Do you, Macy?” I croon. “Do you like the way I’m fingering your sweet little cunt while my cock is buried deep inside of you?”

  “Yes. So much, Braden.”

  “You like anything I do to you, don’t you, Macy?”

  “Yes,” she whispers, her hips beginning to move as I keep teasing her clit, biting on her neck, leaving my mark, and whispering into her ear. She’s so fucking hot—hotter than I ever imagined.

  “That’s because you belong to me, Macy. You’re mine, your pussy is mine, your body is fucking mine.”

  I literally roar the last of those words; they’re raw and animalistic. They are also one hundred percent true. She’s moving on my cock now and I know it’s time. I take my fingers away, holding her gaze in mine as I wrap my tongue around my fingers and suck her sweet juices clean. She watches me, and I can tell she likes it by the way she licks her lips. I pull her to me, kissing her. Her body is rocking on mine and I use my hands, holding her hips firmly and set the rhythm that will take us both where we want to go.

  I start slow, fucking her as gently as I can, but I feel my balls tighten and I know I’m close to the point where there will be no return. Before that happens, I need her to come first. I lean up, capturing her breast with my mouth, sucking it, and as she picks up speed I grind her down against my body—teaching her how to bring us both pleasure. My girl picks it up quickly, riding me harder and faster, rotating those hot little hips of hers and taking what she wants.

  “That’s it, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me harder,” I growl against her breast.

  She picks up her speed, sliding up and down my cock like she’s riding in the rodeo, bouncing up and down so hard her breasts shake with each thrust. I meet her, thrusting inside her juicy cunt, letting her have control, but making sure she knows she’s being fucked by her man.

  “Braden!” she cries, and I feel the muscles in her pussy tighten so much I groan as she comes and I instantly join her, giving her every drop of cum I can.

  When it’s over she collapses, and I hold her to me, relishing the moment, the room smelling of sex, our bodies slick with sweat and still joined.

  “Wow,” she whispers, her voice soft as she kisses my neck. I smile, my hand moving up and down her back, because I can’t touch her enough.

  “You can say that again,” I laugh, kissing her shoulder. “Are you okay, sweetheart? I didn’t hurt you too much?”
r />   “I’m perfect, absolutely perfect,” she nearly purrs.

  “On that we can agree.”

  “Is it always like that?” she asks a little later.

  “Never. But it will always be like that with us. Actually, I have a feeling it will just keep getting better.”

  “It will?” she asks.

  “Definitely, because we belong together, Macy,” I tell her and I’ve never meant anything more in my entire life.

  I kiss her then, unable to stop myself, and when we break apart, I can feel my cock swelling inside of her, eager to have her again. She shifts on my cock, and I know she feels me growing hard again. When she looks down at me, I see the same desire I feel mirrored on her face.

  “Again?” she asks shyly.

  “Are you sore?” I ask, trying to control myself.

  “Not that much,” she says. “I want you again, Braden.”

  I hold on to her and roll us over so I’m now on top and grin down at her when she looks up at me, laughing.

  “Then hold on, Macy, and I’ll give us both what we want,” I command and then I set about giving my woman so much pleasure that when we’re done all she can do is fall asleep, tired but definitely sated.

  Braden

  “What in the fuck are you doing?” My attorney’s voice grates on every nerve ending I have as I listen to him yell over the phone. I squint as my eyes do their best to get adjusted enough to focus on the clock.

  “Trevor? Do you realize it’s only four in the morning?”

  “I realize that your face is plastered all over entertainment television and those fucking rag-mag television shows.”

  “Christ. What for now?” I ask, rubbing my hand over my face and making myself wake up. I look over my shoulder and Macy is slowly waking up. I hate that. I want her to sleep in, but at least this way I can fuck her again, make her moan out my name over and over…