Pillow Talk - Luke Prescott(ang.)

Table of Contents Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter One

Chapter Two Chapter Three

Pillow Talk By Luke Prescott

Pillow Talk Copyright © 2017 Luke Prescott Cover Design: Mayhem Cover Creations Editor: Devilish Desires Formatting: Devilish Desires ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by an information and retrieval system without express written permission from the Author/Publisher. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Dedication For my aunt I miss you everyday

Table of Contents

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Definition of pillow talk Pillow talk is the relaxed, intimate conversation that often occurs between two sexual partners after sexual activity, usually accompanied by cuddling, caresses, and other physical intimacy. It is associated with honesty, sexual afterglow, and bonding, and is distinguished from dirty talk which usually forms part of foreplay. Pillow talk, more broadly may also refer to conversations between parties that may be of a more casual and flirting nature, and are not necessarily engaged in a physical relationship.

Chapter One Brooke Sitting at the bar of this upscale hotel in the middle of Manhattan, I take a small sip of my vodka cranberry. I let my eyes drift to the right and I notice an older couple laughing as they talk about their kids. To the left is a sad woman who looks to be drinking her troubles away. I take out my compact and appear to be checking my reflection, but my focus is on the table of high profile businessmen behind me. A small smile creeps onto my face when I spot him. Bingo. Time to get to work. Sliding off the black-lacquered bar stool, I saunter past the table. My strapless gray dress hugs my body perfectly and it’s immediately noticed. He runs his eyes over my entire body as I make my way by and I give him my perfectly crafted flirty smile. I spend as much time as I can in the bathroom. Checking my makeup, washing my hands, checking my phone. Anything to give him time to wonder if I’m going to walk past again or if he’s missed his chance and I left. My purple heels announce my presence

before he even sees me again. Which is exactly what I want, because he looks up from his drink on the bar, and his brown eyes slam into mine. Check. I try to disguise a smile by biting down on my bottom lip. Check. Swaying my hips as I walk past, I watch his eyes widen as I peek over my shoulder. Check. I give him two minutes before he’s over here and eating out of the palm of my hand. Just as I knew it, he stands next to me, giving me a toothy smile. “Is this seat taken?” He casually nods to the stool next to me. “No, please,” I say, waving a perfectly manicured hand. He starts talking, and I don’t even bother to listen. I know what he’s saying. I know when to laugh, when to respond, when to tilt my head as if I’m taking in every word. This isn’t the information I want. I don’t care about his everyday life. About the long hours he works or the buckets of money he has. He doesn’t need to try to impress me. He’s my client, he just doesn’t know it. After an hour of pretending to listen, I cross my legs and take a small sip of my drink. He needs to make a move, I can’t be the one to pursue him. Everything about this is making them believe they are in control, that it’s their words and their actions

that have me hooked. Men don’t realize how easy it is to get them to do what I want without saying a word. Grinning, I let my eyes drift down his body while he’s still trying to impress me. Keeping my focus on what I’m sure is a small cock, he clears his throat and I snap my head back to his. Trying to hide my fake smile, I think of the time I had my toilet paper stuck to my ballet shoe on stage, which gives me the blush he thinks he’s caused. “Sorry, what did you say?” I ask, nibbling on the corners of my mouth. He rests his smooth, weak hand on my thigh and attempts to gives it a squeeze. “Brooke, would you like to come have a drink up in my room?” There it is. “I’d love to,” I reply, grabbing my purse. Placing his limp hand on the small of my back he leads me to the elevator. We are both silent on the way up. There’s nothing to say yet, that’s not how this goes. He’ll start when we get into the room. He’ll tell me this isn’t something he normally does. He’ll tell me that he’s never been more attracted to someone before. He’ll explain that I need to remember this is only about sex because he doesn’t have time for a relationship. That as

amazing as it’s going to be, he doesn’t want me to mix up my feelings. Happens every time. It’s getting more difficult not to laugh when they explain all this because they have no idea the amount of absolute no interest I have. I’m not interested in them, in their money, in having sex. All I want is what happens after. I want them to spill their secrets, and they always do. He’s taken off his clothes and removed mine and we are kissing in front of the bed. His hands are resting on my shoulders and his kiss is slow and boring. It’s nothing new, it’s how these businessmen are. Boring as hell. Moving to the bed, he climbs on top of me and smiles while putting on a condom. Biting my lip, I move my hands up his lanky arms and he nearly comes on the spot. Leaning in to kiss me again, I just let it happen. When I first started doing this I figured maybe somewhere along the way I’d come into contact with a guy that was different. A guy who didn’t only screw missionary style. Who I didn’t need to fake my orgasm with. Someone who would be a challenge. It’s never happened and it has me questioning why I’m still doing this. “Brooke, I’m so close, are you?” he asks as I watch his body start to shake.

“Oh God yes,” I moan out, tossing my head back. It’s been five minutes, maybe less and he already crashes down on me in complete ecstasy. I wrap my arms around him as he buries his face into my neck, and I roll my eyes. Laying on our sides, with the blanket pulled up of course, the real work is about to begin. “I can see why you’re so successful. I mean if you’re as good with business as you are in bed, you were underplaying how powerful a man you really are,” I say, linking my fingers with his. “Darling, you have no idea,” he says, puffing his bony chest out with pride. I may not know now, but in a few minutes, I’m going to know it all.

Chapter Two Brooke Slowly and carefully, I lift the blanket off myself so I’m able to slide out of bed without being noticed. Once my feet hit the cold wooden floor, I peek back to make sure he’s still asleep. Breathing a sigh of relief, I stand up and quickly collect my clothes. His snoring is echoing around the dimly lit hotel room as I swiftly get dressed, stepping back into the tight gray dress I started the night in. Once I’m dressed, I grab my heels and glance back once more. He’s still asleep so I sneak out the door, gently closing it behind me. The bright light of the hallway blinds me for a moment as I open my purse. My eyes adjust to the brightness as I pull out my compact and fix my makeup, wiping away the black that has run under my bright blue eyes. Once that’s good, I pull my long brown hair up into a ponytail and have one last look. Good enough. Slipping my purple heels back on, I make my way to the elevator. Once inside I make a fast phone call to make sure my ride is here. I’m assured it is just as the doors slide open. Stepping

out, the sound of my heels hitting the tiles echoes through the empty lobby. The red haired clerk at the desk lifts her smiling face toward me and I return the smile as I slip outside. The warm summer breeze wraps around me as I look for the car. “Miss Alexander.” I turn my head to the left and see Joe the driver standing by the car. “Hey Joe,” I say as I reach him. He nods and opens the door for me. “Thanks.” He doesn’t say a word as he drives me through Manhattan. It’s nothing new though, he never does. Occasionally he’ll make small talk, but not tonight. He’s smarter than anyone gives him credit for and I believe he knows exactly what’s about to happen. The sad smile he’s been giving me all day gives him away. Not to anyone else, but then again, no one else pays attention to things like I do. Skyscrapers light up the dark sky, giving such a peaceful feeling to the night. It’s late, but you’d never know with the amount of people rushing around the streets. Some are probably just leaving a bar, some are probably just starting their night. While we wait at a traffic light, a couple catches my attention. They are laughing as he pulls her into a protective hug. It’s sweet and I feel a pang of

jealousy that it’s not me. Before I know it, Joe stops the car. I look up at the sixty-five floors in front of me and grin. It’s time. Joe opens the door for me and I step out onto the sidewalk. “Thanks Joe,” I say, sticking my hand out to him. He smiles and wraps his big hand around mine. “It’s been a pleasure, Miss Alexander.” “Yes, it definitely has,” I reply and walk inside. Getting off the elevator on the thirty-sixth floor, I run my hands down my dress. Opening the door to the office I’ve been in countless times over the last five years, I step inside. Just like the hotel lobby, the office is empty. No secretary sitting at the front desk, no phones ringing, no typing away at the computer. It’s completely silent, as I make my way to Pete’s office. Knocking once, I open it and walk in. He immediately stands from his dark, wood desk as I walk in. Raising his graying, black eyebrows, he shoves his hands in the pants pockets of his perfectly tailored suit. “Well?” “I got it,” I say as I sit down. For the next hour I tell him all the information I was able to get. “Brooke, you’re amazing,” he says, opening

the top drawer of his desk. “Here’s your next assignment.” Taking a deep breath, I tilt my head. “Pete, this was the last time. I’m walking away.” Dropping the file on his desk, he leans forward, folding his hands on the desk. “Why?” “I’ve been sleeping around and getting you information for five years, Pete. I can’t do it anymore. You know I started this to get my dance studio going and I have, which means I don’t need to do this anymore,” I say, with a tight smile. “Brooke, I need you.” “No, you need someone.” “There is no one that can do this job like you. No one else is capable of the way you can seduce them into bed. And they sure as hell can’t get them to open up during pillow talk like you can. Name your price,” he says, leaning back in his large leather chair. Crossing my legs, I wipe my sweaty palms on my dress. “It’s not about the money. It’s about living my dream. I can’t do that if I’m screwing the secrets out of these business men. I’m sorry Pete, but I’m walking away.” He blows out a breath and shakes his head. “One last time Brooke, after that I’ll let you go.

This is a big one.” I laugh as I stand up. “Sorry Pete.” I turn and begin to walk to the door. “How’s business going?” he asks, his booming voice echoing around the room. Turning back I smile. “It’s going great.” He nods his head. “I’m not a betting man, but I’d be willing to bet that if the mom’s of those little princesses you teach dance to found out that you sleep around for money, they probably wouldn’t want anything to do with going to your dance studio.” Shaking his head, he makes a tsking sound. “That would be a damn shame.” Feeling like the wind was just knocked out of me, I try to take a deep breath. “Are you blackmailing me?” He grabs the file off his desk and walks over to me. “One more time Brooke.” Fucking piece of shit.

Chapter Three Owen I need a drink, and quick. I haven’t been back in Manhattan in what feels like forever. As I step through the door of my high-rise apartment, I make my way to the kitchen before anything else. Bourbon is the only thing that can relax the tension in my shoulders. Slipping out of my jacket, I hang it on the back of the bar stool. I yank my tie, loosening it as I make my way downstairs to my office. Firing up the computer, I lean back in my leather chair. An email pops up that peaks my interest Looks like I’m sticking around longer than I thought. Not that I had any intentions of going anywhere, but this email, it’s exactly what I’ve been waiting for. A small smile creeps onto my face and I pick up my bourbon. “Cheers, asshole.” I spend the rest of the night putting documents together and drinking. I’ll be ready when it’s necessary.

** Waking up in my own bed after being gone for so long is a damn dream. I have one meeting today and after that I’m taking a few days for myself. I’m going to have fun and not think about anything for a while. It’s been too long since I’ve let that happen. After a quick shower, I toss on my power suit complete with my favorite red tie. I take a second, staring at my father’s gold Rolex watch. I secure it around my wrist and head off downstairs. The warm morning sun beats down on me as I walk to Starbucks to get my morning energy. I should have left earlier because standing in the line waiting is going to make me late and that’s something I never am. The minutes tick by and as I reach the front and place my order, I realize I have fifteen minutes until my meeting starts. Grabbing my coffee, I rush outside racing for the cab that just pulled over across the street. Opening the door I get in. “Uptown,” I say. “Downtown.” I hear at the exact same time. A brunette vixen turns her steely blue eyes on me and raises an eyebrow. “What the hell are you doing?”

“This is my cab, blue eyes. I’m late for a meeting, so you can grab the next one.” Looking at the driver, I hold up some cash. “Uptown.” “Whoa. I hailed this cab, it’s mine. I need to get downtown, so get out,” she says, crossing her arms in defiance. “I don’t have time for this petty bullshit, blue eyes.” I grab a hundred out of my wallet and hold it out to her. “I’ll cover your ride downtown, but in a different cab.” She laughs, shaking her head. “Cocky son of a bitch. I don’t need or want your money. Get the hell out of my cab.” Running my hands through my hair, yanking slightly out of aggravation I toss the hundred at the cab driver. “Take me uptown and if blue eyes here wants to come for the ride, you can take her downtown after.” Before she can even say anything he’s pulling out into traffic. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she says under her breath. I laugh a little at her annoyance. “I gave you a chance to get out, you didn’t want to,” I say, looking down at my phone. “Are you always this arrogant or just with women?”

Putting my phone away, I cross my arms. “Are you always this condescending or just with guys?” She laughs and puts down the gym bag she is holding. “Listen, Mr. Entitled Prick. I’m many things, condescending isn’t one of them. I’m smarter than you think, stronger than I look and know more than you’d imagine.” “Condescending and confident, good for you blue eyes,” I say with a small grin. “What the hell makes you believe you’re time is more important than mine? Because you wear a suit and have an expensive Rolex on you think you’re better than me? That I couldn’t possibly have somewhere as important to be because I’m in jeans and a T-shirt.” When she’s done with her long ass rant, I look her up and down, simply shrugging my shoulders. “Pull over,” she shouts at the cab driver. “You couldn’t have done this before and saved us both time,” I say, adjusting my tie. She grabs her bag, shaking her head and it causes her long brown hair to fall into her face. The cab pulls over and she pushes open the door. Turning her head to look at me, I can see the anger in her eyes. “Entitled prick.” Getting out she

slams the door shut. Damn, what a pain in the ass. She’s worse than some of the guys I end up doing business with. Looking down at my watch, I shake my head. “Hey, can you hurry up,” I say to the cab driver. After a long meeting, that I was late for thanks to blue eyes, I’m looking forward to having some fun. It’s been awhile since I went out and enjoyed myself. I’ve been too busy for that, but tonight I need it. I need a distraction, something or someone to get me out of this dark place. It’s a temporary fix, always has been, but I need it. Only problem is, I have a feeling no matter who I screw I’m going to be picturing those piercing blue eyes.

Chapter Four Brooke It’s been a few weeks since I thought I’d done my last job for Pete. Unfortunately, tonight I have to do it one last time. In all the years I’ve worked for Pete, I always thought of him as a good guy. Someone who would have my back if it was needed. After what happened in his office, I don’t trust him for shit. I’m terrified he is going to hold this over my head for the rest of my life. That the only reason I even did it, to get money for my dance studio, will suffer. Nothing I can do though, I have to play by his rules. A puppet and he controls the strings. As always before I get ready for the night, I pull out the file and study it like I have a final exam. I memorize every detail there is, especially his appearance. Pete gives me specific things he wants me to get information about. Normally, they are very business oriented, things like how do you get into certain websites, or what projects are you working on next, how do they do specific things

within the company. This one is a little different, because it’s as if he wants me to get personal. Apparently, Owen Thompson came out of nowhere, which Pete doesn’t like. He wants to know everything from where Owen came from to what’s the future for his company. I make mental notes of things I can say or do to get the information Pete wants. It’s going to take a lot, but I’m the best for a reason. Flipping through the pages of information, I come to the picture. The most important piece I need. My eyes land on it and I push the manila folder across the table. “No fucking way,” I groan out. The entitled prick from the cab is my next client. You’ve got to be kidding me. I didn’t want to do this job to begin with and now this. Running my fingers through my long brown hair, I blow out a breath. “Alright, Owen Thompson, looks like you’re going to be my biggest and final challenge.” ** After spending the rest of the day cursing Pete for existing, I talked myself down. This is my job. A

job I’m fucking amazing at. There’s no feelings, no connection, no fun. Who cares if going in I already hate the guy? I’m not here to make friends. I’m here to get him to talk and getting this entitled prick to talk is going to be powerful. Sitting at the hotel bar where I was instructed that Owen would be, I do exactly what I’ve always done, sit and wait. I’ll admit I took a little extra time on my appearance tonight. My makeup is a little darker, my hair is in a riot of curls, and I decided to wear something a little sexier than I normally would. A black dress that hugs my curves with a deep V in the front and back. Owen is not the kind of guy that is going to notice a simple dress. No, this man needs to be teased and my tits nearly spilling out will do just that. I know for sure getting him interested in taking me up to a room isn’t going to be easy. Not with the way we met, so I need to pour it on a little thicker than I normally would. Good thing I’m up to the challenge. Sipping on my Gin and tonic, I casually glance around the room. Just as I do, I notice him and fuck, he looks good. Well as good as a silver spoon fed man who has probably just been handed the keys to nirvana, could look. But damn, I will give it

to him that he’s a sexy entitled prick. He’s not like the men I usually deal with. This man takes care of himself. I don’t need to see him naked to know he’s built under that suit he’s wearing. Not to mention, his damn eyes. He may have been calling me blue eyes in the cab, but his could suck you in and make you forget your name. Pulling out my compact, I make it like I’m fixing my makeup while I watch him. Sitting down, he loosens his blue tie just a bit as he unbuttons his black jacket. He orders a drink and I start to wonder if he’s here alone. That could work in my favor because I can just make my way over and introduce myself. He’d like that. The waiting for him to come to me bit isn’t going to fly with him. No, he wants a confident woman. He wants a woman who’s going to challenge him. After a half hour of him sitting alone, I decide to make my move. I need to get this going so it can be over. Picking up my glass, I plaster on a smile, and listen to my heels click on the floor as I walk over. He casually glances up and when he sees me he smiles, leaning back in his chair. “Well damn blue eyes, I hardly recognize you.” “Yet you did. I always leave a lasting

impression,” I say, giving him a small smile. “May I?” He gestures to the chair across from him. “By all means.” “I figured I’d ask before I just sat down,” I say, laughing. “Oh is that your plan? Come over here and continue to give me a hard time,” he says, waving over the waitress. “I’ll have another bourbon and blue eyes here will have…” He turns his attention to me waiting for a reply. “Gin and tonic.” Resting his arms on the table, his captivating eyes collide with mine. “You want to tell me what this is about?” Damn, he’s going to be more of a challenge than I thought. “What do you mean?” “Blue eyes,” he starts. “Brooke,” I interrupt. “My name isn’t blue eyes, it’s Brooke.” Extending my hand, I wait for him to grab it. He however just looks at it for a second before searching my face. “The polite thing to do is shake my hand and introduce yourself,” I say, trying to keep my anger hidden. I want to say here’s another example of

you being an entitled prick, but that wouldn’t help me. So I keep my hand extended instead. Finally, extending his hand, he grabs mine. It’s not a pussy grip like all the other guys, no this is the way a man’s hand should feel. It’s strong and controlled. “Owen,” he says, shaking his head with a small grin. “So blue..sorry, Brooke, we’re friends now right? So why don’t you tell me what’s going on,” he says, taking a sip of his bourbon. “You don’t have many friends do you, Owen?” “What the hell is that suppose to mean?” he asks, leaning back slightly in his chair. “You steal my cab and now tell me your name, so you think that makes us friends? Usually, it takes a bit of conversation to fall into that category,” I say, lifting an eyebrow. He lets out a small laugh and shakes his head. “You’re a real pain in the ass, you know that?” “You’re a real entitled prick, you know that?” We both laugh and for one second I forget he’s my client. “Brooke, I’m anything but an entitled prick, but you can believe what you want, blue eyes.” At this point with a client they are usually

trying to impress me with talk about the money they make, the houses they own, the vacations they’ve been on. I never need to ask anything, they give it willingly. Owen however, seems to be a closed book. I’m going to have to open it myself. “Fine, so why don’t you tell me about yourself,” I say, hoping for anything at this point. “How about you tell me what you’re up to,” he comes back with. “Obviously you have trust issues, which I get. I was supposed to be on a date, I got stood up and decided to have a drink. I saw you come in and thought I’d come over. Nothing more to it than that,” I lie. He runs his hand over his beard and nods. “Well whoever stood you up is an asshole.” “Believe me, it’s nothing I’m going to lose sleep over. So what about you, why are you here?” “I had a meeting and wanted a drink before I headed home.” Bingo. “What is it you do, Owen?” “I run a business, what about you?” Damn, he’s really not giving me an inch here. “I own a dance studio.” This grabs his attention. “You’re kidding?” “Why would I be kidding?”

“I’m impressed, that’s all blue eyes. So, you like to dance?” he asks. The compliment feels good. It’s not often I get to talk about my real life, and it’s actually nice. “Dance is my life. Has been since I was a kid. There’s a feeling of complete euphoria when you’re up on stage. It’s the only time I ever feel complete happiness,” I admit. “Having passion about what you’re doing makes it everything. I get that. Watching your face while you talk about it, I can see the complete happiness. You’re beautiful when you’re not busting my balls,” he says with a small grin. I blush, not a blush that is driven by embarrassing memories, an actual blush from what he’s said. “You’re not so hard on the eyes either, Ace, especially when you are giving me a half hearted compliment.” He laughs, a full blown laugh and searches my eyes. “Ace?” “Yep.” “You gonna explain it?” “Nope,” I say and laugh. “In time my new friend, in time.”

Chapter Five Owen Brooke and I spend the next few hours talking. Nothing too personal, just random conversation. The longer we talk, the more we drink. The more we drink the more my thoughts shift to sex. Watching her mouth while she talks thinking of it wrapped around my cock. Her laugh echoing around the bar has me wondering what she’d sound like screaming while I make her come. That tight dancer body she has, fuck, I want to see every inch of it. “Don’t you think?” she asks, interrupting my thoughts. “I’m sorry, what?” “This friend thing we are trying to do isn’t gonna work if you don’t pay attention to me, Ace,” she says, sipping her drink. Ace. I have no idea where it came from or why the hell she keeps saying it, but hell every time she says it my cock twitches. She’s not like any other woman I usually bring home. She’s full of life, confidence and smartassery. I have no doubt she’d

be the same in bed. “Brooke, what do you say to getting out of here?” I ask. Her eyes light as her smile stretches across her beautiful face. “I’d love to.” Seems she’s in the same place I am, which is what I was hoping for. My head is all over the place and I need someone to take it out on. Let me focus on them and nothing else, even if it’s only for a few hours. I pay the tab and we head toward the lobby. She starts toward the elevators and I place my hand on her lower back, steering her to the front door. “Where are we going?” she asks, stopping. Tilting my head, I let my eyes search hers. “You just agreed to get out of here. What did you think I meant by that?” “I assumed you had a room here,” she says, looking around. “I live here in Manhattan, but if you’re more comfortable here, we can do that.” I have no idea what she’s thinking, but it’s as if suddenly she’s got some internal struggle going on. A better man would tell her we can do this another night, but I’m not a better man. I want her and I’m not willing to wait.

“We can go to your place, Owen,” she quietly says. Grabbing her hand, I lead her out to my black Lexus RCF. Opening the door for her, she slides in. Driving back to my place, neither of us say anything. Both of us lost in thoughts of what’s going to happen. Or hell that’s where my thoughts are. Parking in the underground garage, I help her out and walk across the cement lot toward the elevators. Her heels are echoing around us in the empty garage and I know I want her to keep them on so I can feel them digging into my ass. “Blue eyes, you’re good right?” I ask as we ride up to the penthouse. Turning her head slightly, she gives me a grin. “Oh I’m good, Ace. Look at you acting almost sweet.” “Yeah almost, don’t get used to it,” I say, laughing. She’s intriguing I’ll give her that. I’m not looking for anything here, just a night, but she’s not like the other women. She’s gives as good as she gets. The elevator door opens and we walk into my place. I drop my keys in the bowl on the side table

and she stands there taking it all in. “Damn, nice place,” she says, as she moves slowly into the living room. She runs her hand lightly on the marble fireplace mantel as she looks out onto my view of Central Park. Walking across the dark hardwood floor, she steps in front of the floor to ceiling windows. “Wow,” she whispers. Shrugging off my jacket, I lay it across the back of the black leather couch. Loosening my tie, I slip it off placing it on top of the jacket. I pull at my shirt until it is untucked from my pants as I slowly make my way to her. Running my hands down her arms, I lean forward and place a soft kiss on her neck. “It’s a stunning view, isn’t it?” I ask, pushing her long brown hair off her neck. “It’s amazing,” she replies. My hands move to her stomach and I kiss a path down her neck until I reach the tender spot at the bottom. I sink my teeth in and push against her stomach to bring her flush against me. She lets out a small yelp as my teeth bite harder. I slide my hands up to her tits, cupping them in my hands as I push my hard cock against her ass. “Mmm,” she moans out. Her nipples harden beneath my touch and I

pinch them as I roll my hips. I unzip her dress and let it pool at her feet. Fuck, seeing her perfect body’s reflection in the window is hot as fuck. I watch as my hands move back to her tits and I pinch her nipples. Her head drops back to my shoulder and I can see her eyes flutter closed. Turning her head to look at me, I kiss her. I let my tongue fuck her mouth, savoring her taste. Just like I will when my tongue is on her wet pussy. “Brooke, undress me,” I demand when I break the kiss. Spinning to face me, she’s naked except for a small piece of black material covering her pussy. Even if she didn’t tell me she was a dancer, it’s obvious from her sexy body and I have no doubt she’ll be able to do things no one else can. She starts to unbutton my shirt, slowly button by button. It’s driving me crazy, but fuck in such a good way. When she’s done, she pushes it off my shoulders and it falls to the floor. As does she. Dropping to her knees in front of me, she unbuttons my pants and pushes them down. I step out of them, kicking them out of the way. Glancing up at me, she licks her lips as her fingers snake into the waist of my gray boxer briefs. Pushing them down, my cock juts out in front of

her. Before I can even think, her hot mouth is wrapped around me. “Fuck,” I hiss, grabbing her hair. Her head bobs as she starts sucking me off. Fuck, it feels so good and when her hands slide up my thighs I can’t help but buck my hips forward. She takes it without a pause, so I hold her hair tighter and start fucking her mouth. “Fuck Brooke, suck me harder,” I moan out. Son of a bitch if she doesn’t. This girl is taking me to the back of her throat, over and over moaning each time. It only makes my need to come down her throat that much stronger. Looking at her before me, on her knees, sucking my hard cock is an image I’ll never forget. Seeing her heels digging into her ass in the window behind us, adds to it all. She fondles my balls in one hand, the other is on my ass, her nails sinking in. Fuck, I’m going to come, I can feel my legs begin to shake. I pick up my speed, fucking her mouth how I would her pussy. Holding tightly onto her hair to hold her head still. Moaning against me, the vibration starts to pull my release from me. “Oh fuck, take it all, blue eyes,” I groan out as I find my release. She doesn’t disappoint. She takes every drop I

have to give, swallowing it all down. My back is arched as I continue to come. Once I finish, she pulls off me with a pop. Those bright blue eyes look up at me as she licks her lips. “So good,” she says with a grin. Lifting her off the floor, I slam my mouth to hers. This girl has no idea what I’m about to do to her, but before that I need to taste her. Backing her up until her ass is pressed against the window, I drop to my knees. “My turn,” I say, pulling her black silk panties off. Her bare pussy is dripping and I can’t suppress the growl that comes out. Wrapping my large hands around her thighs, I dig my fingers in as I push her legs apart. I can hear her breathing heavily above me and I grin right before I lick a path from her ass up to her clit. My tongue is coated in her essence and the need for more is overpowering. Pushing my face into her pussy, I lick, suck, and fuck her with my tongue. Her hands are gripping my hair as she starts rubbing her pussy on me. She starts moaning the faster I go and I dig my fingers in harder. “Fuck, Ace,” she moans out when I bite down on her throbbing clit.

I bite her inner thigh as she whimpers above me. Slamming my mouth back on her soaking pussy, I work her over until her legs begin to shake. She grips my hair tighter and I know she’s going to come. I suck on her clit and she screams as her orgasm rips through her. I continue to lick at her, savoring her taste. When she’s returned to her body, I pull away and look up at her. Wiping my mouth and beard, I give her a wink. “Fucking delicious.” Standing up I keep her pressed against the window as I let her taste herself on my tongue. Breaking the kiss, I push her hair off her sated face. Teasing her with my hard cock, I kiss the corner of her mouth. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you. Let’s take this to the bedroom.” She briefly closes her eyes and clears her throat. Pushing gently against my chest, she steps out from in front of me. “If you want more, you’re gonna need to take me to dinner first.” “Are you serious?” I ask, totally taken back. Stepping into her dress, she tosses me a grin. “Dead serious, Ace. So instead of standing there in shock, now would be the time to ask me to dinner.” I’m thrown for a minute because never in my life has this happened. I mean for fuck sake my

balls are turning blue standing here and she’s talking about going out to fucking dinner. I could just let her go, say screw it and find another girl. But damn, I now need to make her come while I fuck her. “Dinner, tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at seven,” I say, grabbing my pants off the floor to get my phone. “Put your number in here.” She grabs the phone as I slide my boxers back on. Pointless really since I’m going to have to go jerk off in the shower now. Handing me the phone back, she grins. “I look forward to your call,” she says as I watch her walk out. What the fuck just happened?

Chapter Six Brooke Stepping in the elevator I fall against the wall. What the fuck was that? In the last five years I’ve had a lot of clients, but none have made me feel anything. None of them have even turned me on. But none of have ever looked like Owen. It’s also the first time I ever went back to someone’s place. It’s always at a hotel, so I wasn’t sure it was something I should do. It took me off guard when he said it, but I thought maybe it would be the best option...I was wrong. I can’t let this turn into something more than it is. I need to keep my head on straight. Fucking him tonight would have lead to nothing more than what I’m sure would have been multiple orgasms. Which was not easy to walk away from. That orgasm he just gave me, was the first in five long years. The way he took control, the pain mixed with pleasure, it was intense. However, when he looked up at me, his lips and beard glistening with my release, my knees went week. It was the hottest thing I ever saw.

The elevator opens and I step out on the street to look for Joe. He pulls up and before he can even get out, I open the door and climb in. “Miss Alexander, it’s a pleasure seeing you again,” he says, pulling out onto the street. Blowing out a breath, I drop my head back. “Yeah it’s great to see you too, Joe.” I need to go tell Pete I didn’t get anything out of him and he’s going to be pissed. I’ve never gone back with nothing, but I’ve never engaged with a client like I am with Owen. The fucking incredible body he has, and I mean holy shit, that man must be at the gym more than I am. Muscles flexing with every move he made. It was hot, so damn hot. The feel of his strong hands on me, his fingers digging into my thighs. My ass pressed against the cold glass of his window, giving a show to anyone who looked up. His talented mouth working me over until I exploded. Fuck. I shake my head trying to compose myself. I knew my head wasn’t in the game and that’s where I need it. So, even though the multiple orgasms would have been amazing, I couldn’t do it. He’d end it there and I need to keep him interested. Interested enough to tell me what I need to know. Stopping him was the only way that was going to

happen. Pulling up at the office, I wait for Joe to open my door. He gives me a small grin, “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” Trying to hold back my laugh, I nod. “I guess you will.” The man knows things that blow my mind. I have no idea where he gets his information, but sometimes I think he should be the one getting it all for Pete. Fixing my hair and makeup in the elevator on the way up to see Pete, my heart is pounding in my chest. I’ve never been nervous with him, never had a reason to be. Now, he’s got my dream dangling over my head and the only way to keep it alive is to give him what he wants. I just need more time to do it. Knocking on his door, I walk in and sit down. He tosses his glasses onto the oak desk and leans back in his chair. “Well?” “I need more time. He’s not like the others,” I say, swallowing the lump in my throat. “More time? What the hell Brooke? You better not be pulling one over on me here,” he says in a booming voice. “Pete, I’ll get what you need. I just need more

time. He’s not easy, he doesn’t want to give up anything. But he will, you need to trust me.” “Trust you? Until the other day I had nothing but trust for you, but now I don’t know,” he says, scrubbing his face. “You better not be screwing me over here.” Standing up, I feel my pulse racing with the anger rushing through me. “You’re one to talk about screwing someone over. I tried to walk away and you blackmailed me. If anyone should be wondering about trust here it’s me. I told you I’d get you want you want and I will, but I’ll do it on my timeline. If you don’t like it, you’re more than welcome to find someone else.” “Two weeks.” “Excuse me?” Getting up, he stands in front of his desk, crossing his lanky arms. “You have two weeks to get what I need. If not, well you know.” Glancing at his watch he looks back up at me. “Two weeks until those mom’s learn who’s teaching their little princesses. Tick tock, Brooke.” Spinning on my heel, I walk out, slamming the door behind. Fucking asshole. Laying in bed, I have so much running through my head. I need to get in control of this

situation with Owen. Even though I can’t sleep thinking of the things I want him to do to me, making my already wound up body more wound up. I need to stop and think of it for what it is, just another job. I have two weeks to get what I need. Two weeks before Pete destroys my dream. Hopefully he’ll call me for dinner tomorrow and we’ll get this over with. ** The blaring of my alarm rips me from a very good dream. A dream that I shouldn’t be having. A dream that includes the hottest man that I’ve ever seen. Cracking my eyes open, the sun is just peeking over the building across the street and I blow out a breath. I need to get this over with because it’s too much hanging over my damn head. Making my way to the kitchen for some much needed coffee, my phone starts to ring. “What the hell?” I say out loud as I squint down at it. Holy shit. “Hello?” “Morning, blue eyes, hope you slept good. I sure as hell didn’t because someone left me standing naked in my living room with a hard-on,” he says.

Biting my lip to keep from laughing, I lean against the counter. “That’s a damn shame. I slept like a baby.” He lets out a throaty laugh as I pour my coffee. “Couldn’t have been that great considering you’re awake already.” “What do you want this early, Ace?” I ask, trying to keep the conversation off sex. “Do you really want me to answer that?” he asks with a small chuckle. Sipping my coffee, I shake my head. “Nope I’m good.” “Okay so you’re not a morning person, got it. Alright, I’ll cut to the chase, I need your address to pick you up tonight.” “You needed to call me at six forty-five in the morning to ask for my address?” I ask, sitting down in my big comfortable chair. “Damn, you haven’t had coffee yet, have you?” “Drinking it now, but considering I just rolled out of bed this conversation is nearly over.” “Just rolled out of bed huh? What are you wearing?” he asks, laughing. “Great, you’re a morning person. Get on with it Ace because I’m two seconds away from hanging

up on your ass,” I say, closing my tired eyes. “Give me your address and you’ll be rid of me...for now.” I give it to him and tell him I’ll see him tonight before hanging up. Smiling, I look out the window at the street below. He’s excited about seeing me again, which can only work in my favor. I’ll get him talking and once I do he’ll never shut up. After a few cups of coffee, some breakfast and a quick shower, I grab my dance bag and I’m out the door. I have a ballet class this morning and nothing gets my blood pumping faster. These girls are older and it’s a more challenging class. The little ones are fun, but these girls are hard core. Like me. Getting to the studio, I unlock the doors and flip on all the lights. I’ve had it up and running for just over a year now and every time I walk in I feel a sense of pride. It’s my dream, always has been. To be able to make it come true has been the greatest accomplishment of my life. Even if the way I made it come true is something I’m not exactly proud of. After class is over and everyone has left, I lock the door. I go back into the dance studio, I turn up the music. Closing my eyes briefly, I let it wash over me. Pushing up on my toes, I begin to dance.

My mind is focused only on the way my body is moving, nothing else in the world exists. It’s just music and dancing. I pirouette, feeling the weight of my body on my toes as I spin. It’s painfully exhilarating. I leap across the floor, from one foot to the other, light as a feather. Ballet is such a beautiful dance of expressing yourself. An hour later, I fall to the ground. My body aches, I’m sweating and breathing heavily. It’s pure pleasure. Nothing compares to this feeling, nothing. My heart is pounding in my chest as I sit up stretching my muscles out. I need to make tonight work, because losing this, this feeling, is something I’m not willing to lose.

Chapter Seven Owen Leaning back in my chair, I read the email I’ve been waiting for. The more I read the more pissed off I get. Standing so quickly the chair hits the wall, I slam my hand down on my desk. “Fuck.” Slamming the office door closed, I rush upstairs. I need to get the hell out of here. I need to clear my head. The warm summer air blows around me and I breathe it in. With no destination in mind, I just walk. The sidewalks are bustling with people out enjoying the sun. Watching everyone walking past I study them. Couples holding hands, parents chasing their kids, friends laughing. Looking at them just pisses me off even more. Hailing a cab, I climb in. “Downtown,” I say. “Where?” he asks, pulling out into traffic. “I’ll let you know when we’re there,” I say, looking out the window. “You visiting?” Looking at him through the rearview mirror, I run my hand down my beard. “No, and if you want

a tip how about you just drive.” Shaking his head, he focuses on the road. I have no idea where the hell I’m going. The only thing I know is that talking to this asshole is not something I want to do. So I study each building we go by. Some are restored, some are new and some need to be brought down. Each one has a story, just like everyone. After driving for a while, we are now in gridlock traffic. We haven’t moved in ten minutes and I’ve had enough. Tossing a fifty to the driver, I just hop out of the cab. I squeeze between the bumper to bumper traffic to get onto the sidewalk. Deciding to keep walking in the direction we were headed, I toss my sunglasses on. Looking to my left, I stop so quickly someone knocks into me. “Shit sorry,” I mumble. Alexander Dance Studio is what the sign reads and I wonder if it’s Brooke’s. She never told me her last name, but I remember when we were in the cab together she wanted to go downtown. Stepping up to the door, I notice the lights are on, but the door is locked. Cupping my hands on the glass to block out the sun, I look inside. Sitting on the floor stretching, is Brooke. I pound on the door and she turns her head.

Standing up, I check out how sexy her body is in that tight dance outfit she has on. Unlocking the door, she pushes it open. “You stalking me, Ace?” she asks, pulling her long hair into a ponytail. “If I was stalking you, you wouldn’t see me, blue eyes. You gonna invite me in?” I walk past her. “What the hell are you doing here? Actually, how the hell did you know where I was?” Taking it all in, I’m impressed. It’s a huge space and she’s made it look amazing. I don’t know anything about dance but I know business and this place looks like she’s doing it right. “This place is great. How long have you had it?” I ask, turning to face her. I watch her tight ass as she moves over to her bag, she pulls out a water bottle. “Just over a year. Now answer me.” “I was walking by and I didn’t know you were here. That was just luck,” I say with a grin. She rolls her captivating eyes. “What do you want, Ace?” “Show me how you dance,” I suggest, glancing at the huge wooden floor surrounded by mirrors.

“You’re a few minutes too late for that one. I was just getting ready to get out of here. I have a dinner I need to get ready for,” she says with a laugh. The thought of watching her dance is now all I can think about. Wanting to see the way her body moves, to see if it’s anything like I’m imagining. “Well you didn’t leave yet and since you’re going to dinner with me, you have plenty of time to get ready. Dance for me.” Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath. She opens them and picks up her bag. “Look, I don’t just dance for anyone. Come on I need to lock up.” “You don’t just dance for anyone, huh?” I say more to myself than anything. Following her out, I wait with her while she locks up. “Well, this was...different,” she says, looking me up and down. “Hell Ace, you look good out of a suit. I didn’t peg you as a jeans and T-shirt kind of guy.” Laughing, I put my sunglasses back on. “What did you peg me as, blue eyes?” She steps to the edge of the curb and hails a cab. Turning her head back, she grins. “An entitled prick.” The cab pulls up and she opens the door. “See you in a few hours, Ace.” She starts to get in,

but stands back up quickly. “Oh and for dinner, wear the suit.” ** A few hours later, dressed in a suit like she wanted, my driver, Frank, pulls up to her building. I tell him I’ll be right back and I head to her apartment. Knocking once, she opens the door and my cock stands at attention. The air is momentarily sucked out of my lungs as my eyes rake over her. “Damn blue eyes, you look stunning,” I say. Smiling she gestures me inside. “Thanks, you’re looking pretty good yourself Ace. I just need to grab my purse.” I watch her ass as she walks away. The deep blue satin dress she has on dips so low in the back I can nearly see her ass and fuck it’s hot and you can bet she knows it. When she disappears I move further into her apartment. It’s got a warm feeling to. Could be the browns and blues all over or maybe it’s just her personality reflecting around. “You’ve got a great place here,” I yell down the short hall to her. Coming out, she is putting her phone into her purse. “Thanks. I’d give you a tour, but there’s not

much to see compared to your place.” “Which I guess makes me an entitled prick, huh?” I say, lifting an eyebrow. “Bingo Ace. You ready?” Grinning, I put my hand on her lower back, feeling her soft skin. This dinner is going to feel like a lifetime, because the only thing I can think about is ripping this dress off of her and finishing what we started last night. Frank opens the door and she slides in. I climb in beside her and Frank pulls out into traffic. Turning my head, I watch her adjust the thin strap holding up her dress. Her tits are nearly spilling out the top and it makes me need to reposition to hide my hardening cock. I need this distraction tonight, more than I can remember. “I hope you like Italian,” I say. Glancing at me, her bright blue eyes surrounded in black making them appear even bigger, search my face. “I love Italian.” “Good,” I say, resting my hand on her knee that is exposed from the large slit in her dress. “Where are we going?” she asks, peeking down at my hand. She doesn’t say anything. She’s fucking hard to read but I’m not moving it. Not unless it’s up higher.

“I know a place,” I say with a wink. She shakes her head, and smiles. “I’m sure you do, Ace. I bet it’s the same place you take all the women you want to get into your bed.” Meeting Frank’s eyes in the rearview he widens his. “Yeah she’s different,” I say with a laugh. “Shit, sorry,” she says, shaking her head, causing her long brown hair to hide her face from my view. I push her soft hair out of the way and I keep my hand on her shoulder. “It’s a good thing, blue eyes. You’re different from anyone I’ve ever met, that’s why Frank looked at me. Oh and this place, I’ve never taken anyone here. This is one of my favorite places and I don’t like bringing anyone else here.” Squeezing her shoulder, I move my hand back to her knee. “Yet you’re bringing me,” she says. “Like I said, blue eyes, you’re different.” When we pull up in front of the restaurant, Frank opens the door for us. Getting out, I hold my hand out to her and she grabs it. Her small hand fits perfectly in mine and I don’t let go as I lead her inside. She doesn’t try to pull away, so I don’t intend on it letting go.

“Mr. Thompson, welcome. Your table is ready,” the hostess says, grabbing two menus. We follow her to the table and I finally let go of her hand to pull her chair out. “Thanks,” she whispers. I’ll admit this isn’t like me. I don’t hold hands and I sure as hell don’t bring any women to my favorite restaurant. I don’t know what it is about Brooke, but when I said she’s different I meant it. It’s as if all the dark shit I have racing through my head vanishes when she’s around. It’s nice to feel carefree, even if it’s only temporary. We take a minute to look over the menu before the waitress comes over. I order a bottle of full-bodied Cabernet Sauvignon and she peeks over her menu at me. “Nice choice,” she says, looking back down. We both order and the waitress pours us each a glass of wine before leaving. Lifting my glass, she does the same. “To you, blue eyes, much success with your dance studio.” Tilting her head slightly after we tap glasses, she smiles. “Thanks, Ace.” She takes a sip and lifts her eyebrows. “Very good. Now how about you tell me what it is you actually do. You know what I do and we’re here in this beautiful restaurant, drinking

expensive wine and they know you by name. So either you’re a good fella or you’re a very successful businessman.” Laughing, I put my glass down. I don’t like giving information away, even what I do. But she’s right I know a hell of a lot more about her. So I take a small step. “Not a good fella, blue eyes. I own a real estate company. I buy, sell, and build.” “Wow, sounds intriguing. Do you own a lot of property?” she asks. “I do,” I say, sipping my wine. “How’d you get started?” she asks, running her finger along the rim of the glass. Grinning I search her face. “Luck, blue eyes.” “So I was right, wasn’t I?” We pause the conversation while our food is dropped off and I thank the waitress. “Right about what?” I ask, as the smell of the sauce wraps around me. “You being an entitled prick,” she says with a small laugh. Forcing a grin, I take a bite of my food. If she only knew, but it’s not a part of my past I’m willing to share. Not with anyone. “Yeah blue eyes, you’re right.” She seems happy with that and I just leave it. The less she knows the better it is.

We finish dinner, which of course she raves about. I knew she would, it’s the best Italian food I’ve ever eaten. Nothing serious was talked about. She told me about the kids she teaches and I told her about traveling. It’s been fun and fun is not easy to come by. Especially with a woman. It’s usually them wanting to know about my money or asking when we can go on vacation. Like I said, Brooke is different. Which also makes me want to take her home and fuck her like I need to. “Brooke, are you ready to get out of here?” She grins and stands up. “I’m ready, Owen.” She better fucking mean for sex because that’s happening tonight.

Chapter Eight Brooke Dinner was spectacular, the wine was delicious, but the company was the best thing. I haven’t even gotten him into bed and I already got some information out of him. It may take a bit of time because he gives less than an inch, but I’m on the right track. I’m going to get what I need. Just sucks that it’s going to mean an end to this. He’s actually fun to be around and busting his balls is becoming one of my favorite things to do. He said he got lucky with his business. That can only mean one thing and that’s his rich daddy handed it down to him. According to Pete there is no record of how he got his start and that’s probably why. “I’m glad we did this tonight,” he says, opening the car door for me. “So am I,” I say. Climbing in behind me, he brushes my hair off my shoulder. He inches closer to my ear and nips at it, which causes me to grip onto the seat. “The way the plans were made isn’t

something I’m happy about though,” he whispers in my ear. Putting his hand on my thigh, he trails it up rubbing my pussy through my thin dress. “That’s not going to happen tonight.” Gripping the seat harder, I let out a soft moan. “Definitely not,” I admit. “Good girl,” he says, removing his hand completely. It makes me almost whimper when the contact ends, which I’m sure is exactly what he wants. He wants to make sure I follow through tonight. Even though I can assure him over and over it won’t mean anything. He needs to feel in control and teasing me is going to give that to him. Frank lets us out at the front door of his place. Owen keeps his hand on the small of my back until we get inside the elevator. Once we do, he slams me against the wall and kisses me. Just like last night it’s strong and demanding. He likes control and I’m more than willing to give it over to him. Grabbing my thigh, he hooks my leg over his hip and I can feel his hard cock pressing against me. The elevator chimes and he breaks away from me, leaving me breathless against the wall. Turning my head, I see him grinning and I push off the wall. He loosens his gray tie as I walk toward him. He

did look sexy as hell today in jeans and that T-shirt, but right now in his black suit, crisp white shirt and gray tie, he looks sexy and powerful. It’s a heavy combination. When I reach him, he pulls me close, resting his hands on my ass. “You’re not walking away tonight blue eyes, got it?” I give him a slight nod and he crashes his mouth to mine. His beard scratches my face as he deepens the kiss and it only turns me on more. My hands pulls at his hair and he swallows down my moans. Breaking the kiss, he grins before lifting me up and tossing me over his shoulder. “Hey Ace, I can walk,” I shout as he starts down the stairs. Smacking my ass, hard, he doesn’t even pause. “It’s faster.” Pushing open his bedroom door with his foot, he kicks it closed behind us. He lets me slowly slide down his body, gathering my dress as I move down. Once I’m on my feet, he lifts my dress over my head and tosses it behind him. Standing in front of him with nothing but my blue thong on has my nipples hardening. “Get on the bed, blue eyes,” he whispers, stalking toward me. I back up until the back of my

knees hit the bed. Sitting down, I stare up at him completely turned on. “Lay back.” I do as he says and after a minute I slightly lift my head. “Ace?” “I didn’t tell you, you could lift your head. Lay still,” he demands, as he strips down to his boxers. My heart is pounding waiting for him to make contact, any kind of contact. This is teasing, this may very well cause me to start touching myself because it is making me ache with need. A second later, I feel his breath on my inner thigh. His fingers glide up my thighs so lightly I can barely feel it, but when he rips my thong off I can’t suppress the moan that escapes. Yanking me to the edge of the bed, he tosses my legs over his muscular shoulders. His mouth connects before I can even process what’s happening. Fisting the blanket in my hands, I moan out. He licks at me in a way no one ever has. He doesn’t just use his tongue, he uses his lips and teeth. Not to mention the feeling of his beard against my bare pussy. Sucking on my clit, I arch my back. “Fuck,” I yell. I can feel him laugh and the vibration feels so

good. I rub my pussy against his face and he digs his fingers into my thighs. It hurts, but fuck, it feels so good. He pushes his tongue inside me for a minute and the need to come is overwhelming. His strong mouth and talented tongue continue working me over as I rub against him. I can feel my orgasm building and I tighten my hold on the blanket. “I’m close Owen,” I breathlessly say. He bites down on my clit and I see fucking stars. I explode, harder than I did last night. But just like last night he continues licking until my orgasm ends. My legs fall off his shoulders as he moves up my body. “So fucking sweet. Taste,” he says, kissing me. I can taste myself and it only turns me on more. He breaks the kiss and pushes up onto his arms, looking down at me. “Move up the bed, blue eyes.” I do and he’s right on top of me. Keeping most of his weight off of me, he begins kissing down my neck, biting along the way until he reaches my tits. He doesn’t touch my nipples. He kisses, licks and bites my entire breast, making sure to avoid my nipples. I want to scream in frustration, but before I do he rewards me biting down on one.

Licking a path up between my tits up my neck and to my mouth, he kisses me quickly. “I need to fuck you, blue eyes.” “Yes, please,” I beg. Reaching over he pulls a condom out of his nightstand and I watch him roll it down his impressive cock. His muscular body flexes as he moves. Grabbing hold on my waist, he flips me onto my stomach with zero effort. Glancing over my shoulder, I see him pumping his cock. Fuck it’s hot. “Get on your knees,” he demands. Getting on my knees, my body is burning with need. Need to be touched, need to be fucked, need to feel. So when his hand comes down on my ass, I close my eyes savoring the sting it leaves behind. His cock pushes against my entrance and I push back. He begins to tease me, sliding his dick up and down my soaking pussy. “Please.” “Fuck, I like when you beg for it.” He leans his solid chest on my back and reaches his hand down rubbing my clit. “How bad do you want it blue eyes?” “Bad,” I moan. “So fucking bad.” Pushing down between my shoulders, he makes sure my upper body is down while my ass is

in the air. Expecting to feel his cock, I nearly jump off the bed when I feel his teeth on my ass. It’s hard, so hard I’m sure he’s leaving marks and honestly a part of me hopes that he is. The thought of this incredibly sexy man leaving me marked is a turn on I didn’t even know I had. Smacking my ass again, he slams into me with no warning. There is nothing gentle about this. It is the purest form of being fucked. His fingers are digging in my hips while he pounds into me. Holding tightly onto the pillow beneath me, I’m no longer in control of my body. He is in complete control of everything that is happening. His cock is big and it’s stretching me like I’ve never been before. Hitting the right spot over and over. “Fuck,” I moan out. “Fuck, your tight cunt feels so good wrapped around me.” My head is nearly lifted off the bed when he pulls at my hair. Holding it he picks up his pace, forcing my body forward each time he slams in. I’ve never been fucked this hard and I can’t get enough. Feeling his body heat around me, the pain he is causing by pulling my hair and his cock inside me, it feels just as good as dancing. This is where I am, no where else.

I can feel it building and he must too because he slows down. Using long, slow strokes, stretching me in the most incredible way. “Fuck Ace,” I moan. “You want me to make you come, Brooke?” “Yes,” I yell. In an instant he slams into me and fucks me hard. Bringing his hand down on my ass, he rubs my clit, making my pussy tighten around him. It’s building, burning inside me. My legs are beginning to shake and I bury my head in the pillow. Pinching my clit, my release rips through me at a force I’ve never felt. I scream as he continues slamming into me, making this orgasm endless. He never slows, he continues his punishing rhythm and I can hear him groaning. One hand finds his way to my throat and he grabs it tightly pushing down. The other digs into my hip and he slams into me a few more times before he growls out my name. Laying his sweating body on my back, we both try to catch our breaths. That was intense. I need more than a minute to recover and I sure as fuck don’t have it in me to do any kind of pillow talk. I’m screwed and not in a good way.

Chapter Nine Owen Brooke falls to the bed and I go down with her. Not wanting to keep my weight on her, I sit up and get rid of the condom before I lay down next to her. Turning onto her side to face me, I push her hair off her face and grin. Fucking her was more than I thought it would be, but exactly what I needed. I feel relaxed for the first time in weeks and she’s the damn reason. “Wow,” she whispers. Chuckling, I lean in to kiss her soft lips. “You have a way with words, blue eyes.” She smiles and fuck if my pulse doesn't pick up. “You have a way with a lot of things, Ace.” “You’re already in my bed, you don’t need to sweet talk me,” I say with a wink. “I don’t sweet talk a sure thing don’t worry.” She links our fingers together and I’m actually surprised. Searching my eyes for a minute, she doesn’t say anything, but I can tell she wants to. “I..umm...I...I had a great night.” “Yeah I take it back. You definitely don’t

have a way with words.” We both laugh and I kiss her forehead. “What were you really going to say?” She opens her mouth, but replaces it with a smile. “Nothing, just really tired.” I don’t believe her for a second, but I also know what it’s like to not want to talk about something. So even though I want to push her, especially in this sated state, I won’t. “Stay the night, I’ll make you breakfast.” “You cook?” she asks, shifting a little closer. “You really think I’m an entitled prick, huh?” She drops her eyes for a second before glancing back up. “Well, yeah.” “Get some sleep, blue eyes.” I kiss her forehead again and when I pull back her eyes are already closing. Laying there, I watch her sleep. The way her mouth is slightly parted, her hair is framing her face, and her chest moving with each breath she takes. She looks so peaceful, like she doesn’t have a care in the world. Like her entire world isn’t spinning out of control. A piece of hair falls across her face and I carefully push it out of the way. Turning onto my back I stare at the ceiling thinking of that email I got this morning. Everything that Brooke chased

away is rushing back and I need to get a handle on it. Slipping out of bed, I pull on my boxers and grab my phone. I fix the covers around Brooke and quietly sneak out of the room. Getting into my office, I flip the lights on and fire up the computer. I open up the email from earlier, I read through it again. When I read the end I pull up the only name I trust on my phone and hit call. “Hey,” I say. “It’s late,” he replies. “I need to set the wheels in motion for this,” I say, looking at the email. “You sure this is something you want to do?” “No, this is something I need to do. I want copies of everything kept somewhere safe. The sooner the better.” He’s quiet for a minute before I hear the keys of his computer. “Owen, as your lawyer I’m going to advise you that I don’t think this is a good idea. You wanted the truth and now you have it. In my personal opinion I’m telling you to let it go.” “I’m not asking for your personal opinion. And I sure of fuck don’t pay you for it. This is happening with or without your help,” I yell. “Hey, you alright?”

Startled by the sound of her voice, I quickly turn off the computer, as my lawyer is yelling in my ear. “Gotta go.” Ending the call, I toss my phone on the desk. “Hey, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you,” I say, standing up. She steps into the office, completely naked, with just the sheet from my bed wrapped around her. “You didn’t wake me, but I’m glad I woke up. You want to talk about it?” “Come here,” I say, holding my hand out to her. She places hers in it and I pull her to me. Lifting her, I sit her on the desk and run my hands up and down her arms. “I like you wrapped in my sheets.” Stepping between her legs, I can feel my cock getting hard. “They’re nice sheets,” she says with a small grin. Kissing down her neck, I pull the sheet away from her body. “You look even better out of them,” I whisper. Taking a step back, I pull my boxers off and grab a condom out of my desk drawer. I drag her to the edge of the desk, I don’t even give her a warning, I just slam into her. I need these demons out of me and fucking Brooke is the only way. She arches her back, letting out a loud scream. I dig my fingers into her hips as I pound her. Her

wet pussy feels like fucking heaven wrapped around my cock. She’s just tight enough to squeeze me without making me come on the spot. Leaning forward, I suck her nipple in my mouth, sucking and biting like a man possessed. “Fuck,” she moans out, digging her nails into my shoulders. “Oh yeah, fucking scratch me,” I groan. I bite down on her nipple. She moves her hands to my back, sinking her nails in, and dragging them across my back. The pain turns me on more and I sink my teeth into her neck. The harder she scratches me, the harder I bite her. The sound of my cock pounding into her wet pussy echoes around us. I can’t slow my pace, it’s impossible. I want to cause her pain. I want a reminder of where my cock was when she sits down. I want her to look at my marks and know that even if only for a moment she was mine. “I’m so close, Owen,” she shouts. Hearing my name fall from her lips is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. “Fuck, Brooke, come on me. I want to feel it.” She continues to scratch my back as I fuck her hard and fast. I focus on her head dropping back and her tits pushing forward. Her pussy is gripping

me tighter and I know she’s gonna come. So fucking hot. I reach down and rub her clit with my thumb, never slowing my pace. “Owen,” she moans out. She clamps around my cock as her release crashes over her. I keep it going, feeling mine rushing up on me. I follow right behind her, feeling complete relief. I kiss her, letting my hands wrap in her hair. “So good,” I whisper. Searching my eyes she smiles. “You have a way with words, Ace.” We both laugh and it’s unbelievable considering how I felt before she walked into the office. “Come on blue eyes, let’s get some sleep.” I carry her back to my bed and this time, I stay. ** As always, I wake up before the sun is shining. The only difference this time is Brooke is in my arms. I tighten my hold for a second before pressing a kiss to her shoulder. Getting out of bed, I take a quick shower before going to the kitchen to make her the breakfast I promised. While cooking, I glance behind me to make

sure she’s not coming. When I see she’s not, I quickly call my lawyer. “Fuck Owen, you need to learn how to sleep,” he mumbles. “Can’t get shit done while I’m asleep, Jerry,” I reply, flipping the pancakes. “You hung up in a hurry last night,” he says. “Not your business. I just want to make sure we’re on the same page here.” Hearing a door close, he finally speaks. “Reluctantly, but yes.” “All I need. Get the ball rolling and I’ll talk to you soon,” I say, hanging up. I’m not willing to have Brooke catch me in mid conversation again. She’s much too good to be touched by anything dark. Even if this is finally the light at the end of a very long, dark tunnel.

Chapter Ten Brooke I reach over and feel that Owen is gone. Sitting up, I tuck the blanket around myself and look at the clock, seven in the morning. Running my hands through my wild hair, I blow out a breath. What happened last night, staying the night, can’t happen again. I’ve never done that, ever. It’s as if every time we’re together, the reason I’m here slips my mind. The second his powerful hands touch me I lose all reasonable thought. I become selfish, wanting him to do anything and everything he wants to me. And last night he did...twice. I tried to talk after we were done the first time. I just couldn’t. In that moment, I didn’t want to know his secrets, I wanted to know him. So I closed my eyes and let sleep pull me under. When I woke up and heard him yelling in his office, I rushed in there to see what was going on so I could tell Pete. I went in there and a part of me hurt seeing how pissed off he was. It wasn’t a business deal

gone bad kind of pissed, no it was something else. Something that made me want to wrap my arms around him and comfort him. When I asked about it, part of me, a huge part of me hoped he wouldn’t tell me. So, when he wanted to fuck his feelings out, I was more than happy to oblige. Now, sitting here in his bed, I can’t believe what I did. I need to keep my dance studio front and center. If I don’t get what Pete wants, I’m going to lose it all. I can’t lose my dream. The smell of coffee and bacon hit me and I can’t help but grin. I guess he’s keeping his promise. Climbing out of bed, I grab his dress shirt from last night and put it on. It’s much too big, but having his sexy, sensual scent wrapped around me has me rolling up the sleeves. As I head up the stairs, I see him standing in the kitchen. Once again he surprises me with his casual look. Basketball shorts and a T-shirt. He looks so comfortable in the kitchen, like he really has done it a million times before. Flipping the bacon, he picks up his coffee and takes a sip. “Morning,” I say, leaning against the doorway. Turning his head, a smile greets me. “Morning.” He puts everything down and stalks toward me. His large hands push my hair off my

face and he pulls lightly, angling my head up to look at him. His bright blue eyes search mine for a minute before he speaks and it’s a good thing he does because I’m losing myself already. “Breakfast is almost done. I didn’t know what you liked so I just made a little bit of everything.” He presses his lips to mine, tightening his hold on my hair. My arms wrap around his waist and I hold onto his shirt. Deepening the kiss, we both let out a soft moan. “Morning to you too, Ace.” “You look good in my shirt, blue eyes,” he says, letting go of me. “You should keep that on all day.” Don’t get sucked in, don’t get sucked in. “I don’t think doing my laundry in this would be appreciated,” I joke. “Oh it would be appreciated by me.” “Damn shame my laundry is in my building,” I say, eyeing up the coffee. He notices and pours me a cup. “Sugar is over there and milk is in the fridge, I’m not sure how you take it.” “Just milk, thanks.” “So that’s your plans today, laundry?” he asks, turning everything off.

He’s made a huge breakfast. Everything from pancakes and bacon to some kind of omelets. He’s even got toast, waffles and fruit. Putting it all on a huge platter, he puts it up on the counter. Grabbing my hand, he leads me to a stool and pulls it out for me. “Owen, I’m impressed. You make one hell of a breakfast.” “Told you,” he says, sitting next to me. “Entitled prick,” I mumble, making us both laugh. He tells me to take what I want and I do. Biting into it, I really am impressed. It doesn’t just look good, it also tastes amazing. Sipping his coffee, he glances over at me. “You never answered me.” “What?” I ask, a bit confused. “Laundry, is that your only plans today?” he asks, raising his eyebrows. Putting my fork down, I pick up my coffee “That’s part of my plans, yeah.” “What else?” “Really? You want a rundown of my day?” Stroking his beard, he grins. “Yeah I do.” Laughing, I shake my head. “I have to do laundry, clean up my apartment, and go down to

the studio to do some paperwork. I’m sure your day is much more exciting,” I say, shrugging my shoulders. “Well I send out my laundry and have someone clean my place, but I do have some work to do after I hit the gym.” Of course he sends out his laundry and has someone clean for him. I didn’t expect anything less. However the thought of him at the gym does things to me I need to push deep down. I can’t let him suck me in. “After breakfast, which is delicious by the way, I’ll get out of your hair,” I say. “That’s fine, blue eyes. What time will you be back for dinner?” I nearly choke on my coffee and start to cough. He gently pats my back until I can speak again. “What?” “Dinner, what time?” Laughing, I push my finished plate out of the way. “Ace, I’m not coming back for dinner.” “Why the hell not? You have a date?” he asks, with a bit of anger or maybe it’s jealousy. “No, relax. I don’t have a date, but I do have things that need to get done and I have to be at the studio early tomorrow. I need to relax, so thank you

for the invite but not tonight,” I say. There’s no way I’m doing this again. If I come back for dinner, I’ll stay again and if I stay again I’m going to fuck up. “Okay I understand. What time should I be at your place?” Laughing, I stand up to bring my plate to the sink. “Entitled prick.” “Leave the plate, Brooke,” he booms out. Looking up at him, he stands crossing his arms. “You don’t want to come out, I get that. But are you not going to eat dinner?” “Well yeah of course, but..” I start. “But what?” I search his face, trying to figure him out a little better. He gives nothing away. No expression, just straight faced staring at me, waiting for me to answer. “But, I didn’t expect company. And what is this, Ace? I thought we were just going to have a little fun.” “I thought we were having fun,” he says, raising an eyebrow. “Last night was fun.” I can feel my cheeks heating up and I glance at the floor before looking back up. “Yeah, of course it was fun. But I mean dinners and breakfast and staying the night. It’s not what I want Ace.” It

hurts saying it, but it’s becoming too much. Sex and pillow talk, that’s what it needs to be. Nothing more. “You think very highly of yourself, you sure I’m the entitled one?” He laughs and moves a step closer. “We had dinner and some awesome sex. My world doesn’t suddenly revolve around you. The stars didn’t align bringing me a great love. I mean you’re great, but no one’s that great, blue eyes. I enjoy hanging out with you, it’s fun and easy. But hey, if eating some food, having some laughs and fucking isn’t what you want, that’s fine with me.” Fuck. He’s right. I’m the one thinking this is more than it is. I feel like a damn idiot now. “Yeah, ok you’re right.” “Of course I am. Now what time are you feeding me?” he asks with a grin on his ridiculously handsome face. Rolling my eyes, I start for the stairs to get dressed. “Be there at seven. And I hope you aren’t expecting much because I’m just ordering pizza.” ** I’m exhausted. Getting everything done today, cleaning the apartment a little better than I

normally would because Owen is coming, has kicked my ass. All I want to do is shower and relax on the couch. But no, now I need to get ready and entertain. After a quick shower, I get ready and order pizza. Jeans and a tank top are my outfit of choice tonight, because the only thing that is going to happen here, is him giving me some damn information. If I need to do a good old fashioned dry hump to get him talking, I’ll do it. Sitting down on the couch, I blow out a breath. What the hell is wrong with me? Before I have time to even answer myself, there’s a knock at the door. Seven o’clock on the dot. Of course. Getting up, I open it and he’s standing there in jeans, a black T-shirt and a big ass grin. Probably because he’s holding a container of ice cream. “What the hell are you doing?” I ask, laughing. “You told me not to expect much, so I figured dessert was too much to ask for,” he says, holding out the strawberry ice cream to me. Taking it from him, I step out of the way. “That’s really, umm, thoughtful, Ace.” “I would have brought flowers or picked up

dinner, but I didn’t want you to think I suddenly fell in love with you or something,” he says, following me into the kitchen. “Wow, I’m so glad instead of laying on the couch in my pjs and relaxing, I get to spend my night hanging out with you.” When I close the freezer, he is standing right there. He grabs me around the waist and yanks me against him, pressing his demanding lips to mine. “I’m glad you’re spending your night with me, blue eyes.” Resting my head on his solid chest, I let out a sigh. “Smooth talker.” Having his arms around me, listening to his heart while he gently rubs my back...all rational thinking is gone again. Fuck.

Chapter Eleven Owen It’s been a long time since I hung out sitting on a couch, watching TV, eating pizza. But I’ll admit it’s been fun, just like everything with Brooke is. Seeing her in jeans instead of a dress is hot. Watching how relaxed and comfortable she is in her place, makes her that much more attractive to me. I wasn’t lying when I told her I wasn’t in this for anything more than what it is, but I will admit that she does get my pulse racing. “Well Ace, are you ready for your dessert?” she asks, turning her stunning eyes on me. “Depends what you have in mind?” She shakes her head and goes to stand up, but I pull her over onto my lap. Squeezing her incredible ass, I kiss her neck. “Oh Ace,” she whispers, which only turns me on more. Pulling her shirt over her head, her black bra does nothing to hide her hard nipples. I bite down on them and she arches her back, letting out a moan. Laying her on the couch, I remove her jeans

and take a moment to soak in just how fucking sexy she is. Her hair fanned out behind her, eyes shut, mouth slightly parted. Her hot as hell body waiting for me to make my move. Damn, this girl has my dick hard as a rock just looking at her. I position myself between her legs and pull her panties to the side. I can see how wet she is already and grin. “I’m having my dessert now,” I say, licking at her pussy. “Oh God,” she moans out. Holding her panties to the side, I suck her clit into my mouth, biting down before I let go. She can’t hold still and fuck it’s hot. Knowing I have the power to make her feel like this, it’s indescribable. I push her legs back until her knees are touching her shoulders and she grabs them, holding them up. Using my tongue like I would my fingers, I fuck her. My head is bobbing quickly, forcing my tongue in and out of her. “Fuck,” she yells. I start kissing her pussy like I would her mouth and she begins rubbing on it. She’s getting more wet, and I can feel it dripping into my beard. I suck her clit into my mouth and slam two fingers inside her. She screams out my name and I curl my fingers, hitting the right spot over and over. I bite

and suck on her clit when I feel her tighten around my fingers. She explodes and I remove my fingers, licking at her while she rides out her release. Fuck, I can’t get enough of her sweet taste in my mouth. Looking up at her from between her legs, her eyes lock with mine. “Best dessert I’ve ever had.” Letting go of her panties, I sit up, dragging her once again onto my lap. I kiss her, knowing damn well she not only can taste herself on my tongue, but can feel how wet my beard is rubbing against her. She pulls at my hair, moaning softly and it fucking turns me on more knowing she likes tasting herself. Breaking the kiss, we both search the other’s eyes. Hers suck me in and make it impossible to think of anything else but her. But before I can say anything my phone rings. “Sorry,” I say, grabbing it out of my pocket. “Fuck.” I look at her with sympathetic eyes because I have a feeling I’m leaving her half naked in her living room this time. “What?” “You wanted the ball rolling, well it’s rolling and you need to get to my office now,” Jerry says. “I’ll be there as soon as I can,” I say, hanging up. Rubbing her arms, I try to force a grin. “Go Ace. It’s not a big deal,” she says, going

to climb off of me. Grabbing her arms tightly, I hold her on my lap. “It’s a big deal, it’s a very big deal. That’s why I need to go. I don’t want to blue eyes, I have to.” “I said it’s fine,” she says. “I’m sorry Brooke.” “Don’t, don’t do that. You had your dessert, now you get out of here so I can have mine,” she says, smiling. I kiss her one last time and stand up. She grabs her shirt off the floor and tosses it on. Fuck, she looks hot as hell and I once again am left with blue balls. “Thank you for dinner and dessert,” I say with a wink. “I’ll call you tomorrow.” With that I’m out the door and rushing to my car. I don’t know if I’m more excited or nervous for what Jerry has to tell me. But son of a bitch, I can’t keep the smile off my face thinking about how it’s going to end. ** Leaving Jerry’s office, I’m grinning. Signed, sealed and soon to be delivered. I’ve made a lot of deals, had a lot of meetings and dealt with my fair

share of pricks over the last few years. But this, well this is something I’ve been waiting forever for. Getting in my car, I check the time. Damn, after midnight. I was going to give Brooke a call, but I don’t want to wake her. I feel like such an asshole for leaving her tonight, but this isn’t something I can share. This isn’t something I’ll ever share. Doesn’t make it any easier leaving her standing in her bra and panties in the living room. Not to mention just the thought of her like that has my cock stirring. Throwing the car in gear, I tear out of there and head home. I need to drink. Once I’m home, I pour myself some bourbon and sit down on the couch. Taking a sip, I drop my head back. Thoughts of Brooke start running through my head. The way her pussy tasted, how she screamed my name when she found her release, her sexy body with my marks on her. The more I think about her, the more my cock starts to harden. Finishing off my drink, my cock is painfully hard and since I left with blue balls tonight there’s only one way to help. Unzipping my jeans, I push them down slightly with my boxers. My cock juts out and I wrap my hand around it. Closing my eyes, I picture the way I left Brooke standing there tonight and I begin to pump my cock.

Thinking of how I want to bend her over the couch and slam into her. How fucking good it feels having her wrapped around me. The more I think about fucking her, the harder I grip my dick, sliding my hand faster up and down. Imagining my hands around her neck squeezing just hard enough as I watch my cock disappear in her dripping cunt. “Fuck,” I groan out, rocking my hips. She’s so fucking sexy. The way she moves, the way she smells, the way she tastes. Fuck. Moving my hand even faster, as my hips keep going, bringing me closer to coming. I can feel it building. My balls tightening and my cock swelling. I’m going to come and fuck I want to do it all over Brooke’s tits. My legs start to shake and I feel it start to rip through me. “Fuck, Brooke,” I moan out, as I come. Squeezing my dick, I keep going until there is nothing more to give. Reaching over, I grab the tissues and clean myself up. Damn, no matter what I do, I can’t get this girl off of my mind. Eating her pussy, fucking her, jerking off. It’s not enough, it’s never enough. Getting up, I go take a quick shower and climb into bed. I fall asleep thinking of the most beautiful blue

eyes looking straight into my soul.

Chapter Twelve Brooke It’s been a long day. Teaching those little ones is so much fun, but exhausting. They love dancing though and that’s what makes it worth it at the end of the day. As I’m finishing up paperwork, one of the mom’s knocks on my door. Looking up, I smile. “Hi Wendy.” “Hi. I just wanted to thank you,” she says, fixing her purse strap. “For what?” Smiling, she steps closer to my desk. “For being such an incredible teacher. For taking the time you do with each of the girls and believe me I know it’s not easy. I’m so thankful you opened this studio, Amy has learned so much. So, I just wanted to thank you.” There is no bigger compliment someone could give me. That was the whole idea when I opened this place, it was to get them excited about dancing and teach them the best I could. Knowing I’m doing that, well it’s amazing. “It’s my pleasure Wendy. I love dance and I

love instilling that love into the girls,” I say, pushing the finished paperwork out of my way. “I’ve referred you to all my friends, so hope you’re ready,” she says, laughing. “Have a good one.” With that she turns and leaves. My huge smile quickly disappears when I look down at my phone. There’s a text message from Pete. It reads ‘tick tock’. Fuck, I need to finish this with Owen or I’m going to lose everything. This back and forth thing I keep doing, it needs to end. I need to remember that no matter how amazing he makes me feel, not just during sex, but when I’m around him, isn’t enough. But fuck it’s hard to let go of. I need to clear my head. When I get home, I take a quick shower and when I get out I pick up my phone. Blowing out a breath, I dial and put the phone to my ear. “Hey, you wanna meet me for a drink?” ** Sitting at the bar, I order a vodka and cranberry. Just as the bartender slides my cocktail across the bar toward me, an arm wraps around me. “Well look who finally has time for her best

friend,” Olivia says. She’s right. I haven’t given much time to my friends. Between the studio and Pete, I haven’t had much time for just having fun. I miss it and that’s why I need to talk to her, because Owen...he makes me remember what it’s like. “Yeah I know I’m a shitty friend,” I say, lifting my shoulders. “You are a shitty friend, good thing I like you. So what’s up?” She asks, sitting next to me. Flagging down the bartender I turn to her. “How long do you have?” “That bad huh? Well, I can’t help if you don’t tell me, so start talking.” She doesn’t know exactly what I do for Pete, she thinks I just have drinks and talk. It’s not something I’m proud of and I don’t need to be judged about how I went about getting money for my dance studio. No one knows what I do, no one but me and that asshole Pete. I tell her everything from trying to quit working for Pete, to the ‘job’ with Owen. Leaving out the details for sex because again, I don’t need to be judged. I’ve recently started judging myself enough. “So, what’s the problem? You seem to like the

guy,” she says, tucking her blonde hair behind her ears. Searching her green eyes, I let out a sigh. “That is the problem. I can’t mix work and pleasure.” She lets out a small laugh. “Brooke, you overthink shit. If you like the guy, who gives a shit what Pete thinks. Tell him you don’t want to do the job and walk away. Get a set of balls girl.” “Okay first of all I don’t need balls, my vag is strong enough. But it’s not that easy to just walk away, you don’t understand.” “You’re right I don’t understand, so explain it to me.” The only way to explain it is to tell her the truth and if I do that, well all my secrets are exposed. I can’t do it, even with her. “I just need your help to figure out how to separate the business and pleasure. Please Olivia, help me.” It’s pathetic. I feel pathetic begging her for help. It’s not who I am, I’m a strong independant woman. Everything I have I’ve gotten on my own. This whole situation is fucked up. Turning to face me, she tilts her head. “You really like him don’t you?” Shaking my head, I sip my drink. “He’s just

fun to hang out with. We have fun, but I need to get my information and get out. I have you, you’re my friend.” She laughs and picking up her drink. “Oh you swinging that way now?” “What?” I yell, trying too hard to cover it up. “Wow, you actually get men to tell you stuff huh? You can’t lie for shit. Obviously you’re screwing him.” Groaning, I let my head drop to the bar. “Fine, I slept with him,” I mumble. “You act like it’s a sin. Who cares who you screw. I’m not even sure why we’re still talking about this and you aren’t telling me what he looks like and how good the sex is,” she says, nudging my shoulder. Turning my head on the sticky bar, I look up at her. “It’s messy, O. I can’t like him and do what needs to be done. You don’t understand, but it just can’t happen.” “So walk away from both of them. If that’s what you want, just do it.” “I can’t,” I whisper. “You want to know what I think, well here it is. Tell Pete to fuck off and do what you want with Owen. You have a successful dance studio, you

don’t need to have a second job. If he doesn’t like it, fuck him. What’s he going to do, fire you?” She just doesn’t understand and why would she. She doesn’t know Pete could ruin me. But it does help. I know what I have to do. It might not be what I want to do, but I have to do it. We spend the next two hours drinking and talking about everything that doesn’t have to do with my situation. I’ve missed my friend, more than I realized. After I get this taken care of, I’m going to make time for my friends again. When I get home, I fall face first onto the couch. I’m so damn tired I could sleep right here. And just as my eyes start to close, my phone rings. Groaning I roll over and pull it out of my purse sitting on the floor next to me. I debate answering for a minute, but my damn buzzed brain thinks it’s a good idea. “Hey.” “Hey blue eyes, how are you?” Owen asks, his deep sexy voice sends chills down my body. “Tired, what’s up Owen?” I ask, rolling onto my back. “Nothing is up, I was just calling,” he says. Closing my eyes, I rest my arm across them. “For what? I thought this was just fun,” I say, being a bitch.

“Having a bad day huh?” he asks, completely unphased by it. “I’m tired Owen.” “Oh it’s me. Well Brooke, when you’re in a better mood give me a call.” With that he hangs up and I toss my phone. “Fuck.” I’m fucking everything up. I can’t have him pissed at me, he’ll never tell me anything. Fucking Pete, I’ve never felt such hatred toward someone before. I need to take care of everything tomorrow. I need this nightmare to end. ** Sitting on the couch, enjoying my morning coffee, I flip on the TV. No class today, I get to relax for a while. Considering I slept like shit, it’s a good thing. There’s a knock at my door and I check the time. It’s only eight in the morning, so I jump off the couch still in my long T-shirt I wore to bed. Opening the door, I want to crawl into a damn hole. “Looking good, blue eyes,” Owen says with a wink. “Go get dressed.” “What the hell are you doing here?” I ask, as he steps inside. Of course he looks amazing with his

jeans and blue shirt. It brings out his damn eyes even more. He crosses his arms, making his muscles flex and I kind of want to lean over and lick them. “I’m taking you somewhere. Now, go get dressed.” Mimicking his position, I stare him down. “Maybe I have things to do today.” “Maybe I already checked and I know you don’t. Stop wasting time, go get dressed before I rip that shirt off of you and we never get out of here,” he says, taking a step closer. “Alright, alright. Damn,” I say, stomping up the hallway. I don’t know why I’m acting like a small child. I’ve never had someone show up on my doorstep and tell me to get dressed because they have plans. His demanding way just makes it that much more exciting. Seeing that he is wearing jeans, I slip mine on and grab a pink tank to go with it. Fixing myself to look at least halfway decent, I walk back into the living room. Owen is sitting on the couch, texting on his phone, but as soon as he hears me he lifts his head. With a smile slipping into place he tucks his phone away. “See that wasn’t so hard was it?”

“Where are we going, Ace?” “Oh, I’m back to Ace huh? You done being pissed at me?” he asks, ushering me out the door. Turning my head to look at him, I feel like a bitch. “I wasn’t pissed at you, I was tired.” “I’d rather you be honest than give me that line,” he says, hitting the button for the elevator. Honesty isn’t going to work here. So I once again lie. “You got me at a bad time. I had a shitty day at work and drank a little too much. I took it out of you.” Kissing my temple, we walk into the elevator. “Let’s fix that.” Once in his car, we drive but he refuses to tell me where we’re going. I’ve stopped asking at this point because he won’t give an inch, it’s pointless. “How’d everything go the other night? It was business I’m assuming,” I say, trying to see if he’ll give me anything. Turning his head briefly he grins. “It was business and it went great.” Damn, he’s a stubborn ass. “That’s good,” I whisper and look out the side window. “Hey,” he gently says, and I turn my head to him. “Business talk is boring and I’m not about to bore you with it. It’s good deal, something I’ve

been waiting for, okay.” “Okay Ace,” I say, with a small grin. Looks like I might be able to get something out of him after all. Shortly after, he pulls into the Juilliard School. “We’re here,” he says, driving to park. My heart is pounding in my chest because if I could have afforded it, this is where I would have come to school. This is where I wanted to come, to try to further my dance career. I have no idea what his plan is, but this right here, melts my heart a little bit. “What are we doing here?” I ask, unable to take my eyes off everything around us. I feel like a damn kid on Christmas, bouncing in my seat ready to explode with excitement. Parking the car, he turns to face me. “I thought you could use a day of dancing with some people your age.” “Wait, what?” He pushes my hair off my face and smiles. “You teach and you get to dance by yourself. It got me thinking, when was the last time you got to dance with people your age. So I made some phone calls, and today you’ll be dancing.” I don’t even feel it until it’s too late, but a tear

rolls down my cheek. The thought that he put into this, it’s beyond anything anyone’s ever done for me. “Ace, I don’t even know what to say.” I quickly wipe the tear and look out up to prevent more from coming. “You don’t need to say anything, but you do need to get your ass out of the car because they are waiting for you,” he says, smiling as he wipes another damn tear. We get out of the car and head toward what I assume is where I will be dancing. Holy shit, I’m going to be dancing at Juilliard. Looking over at him, my heart picks up. Maybe he’s not as big of an entitled prick as I first thought.

Chapter Thirteen Owen Sitting in the back of the huge auditorium, I watch Brooke dance. She’s unbelievably talented and that look of pure exhilaration on her face has me captivated. The way her body moves, everything so precise, like she’s done it a million times before. And hell maybe she has, I wouldn’t know. But seeing her now, I know she needs to dance. She got up on that stage with a group of complete strangers and all but took over. Things that they had choreographed she pointed out and changed. And son of a bitch if they didn’t change it. The teacher part of her is strong, but the dancer part is powerful. I don’t know why she said she doesn’t dance for everyone, she should do nothing but dance. It’s absolutely beautiful to watch. After they are finished, I wait for her to change. She comes bouncing out and runs at me. I catch her and lift her up. Wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, she crashes her lips to mine. My hands dig into her ass as I

return the kiss. She pulls away and her smiling face is all I wanted to see. I don’t know what happened last night, but I knew she needed something. I wanted to give her that. It’s a powerful feeling knowing I did. “Did you see me Ace? Holy shit that was the most unbelievable moment of my life. It was more than I ever imagined,” she says, squeezing my neck. “Oh I saw you, you’re a beautiful dancer, blue eyes,” I say, kissing her soft lips. “Thank you, Ace. Thank you for the compliment, for setting this up, for everything. It was amazing.” Letting her slide down my body, I link my fingers with hers as we walk outside. “No need to thank me. You’re a bit of an inspiration.” “I am?” she asks taken aback. “Watching the love you have for dancing, it inspires me to help,” I say, unlocking the car. “What do you mean? Help with what?” she asks, as I open her door. I slide into the leather seat and put the key in the ignition. “Help you build a bigger dream.” “Whoa, what?” she yells.

I laugh and reach over, squeezing her knee. “You deserve to be up on stage blue eyes, I want to help make it happen. Everyone should see you dance, so let’s make it happen.” She’s quiet for a while. I don’t push her because I’m sure it’s a lot to take in. But I can’t just witness what I did and sit back and do nothing. I have no idea what her finances are or her connections, but I have a ton of both. I can make it happen for her, she just has to let me. “I appreciate it Owen, I really do, but everything I have I’ve earned. So while it moves me that you would want to help me, I can’t accept,” she says, never once looking at me. “Alright, so think about it,” I retort. She laughs a little and shakes her head. “Entitled prick.” “Pain in the ass.” The rest of the ride back to her place is pretty quiet. I’m not sure where her head is, but I’m trying to think of a million ways to get her up on stage. Maybe she won’t do it, maybe her pride is too big to let me help. But I’m not an easy man to say no to, so I’ll let it soak in and revisit it another day. When I have an exact plan to show her. Parking, I look over at her. “You want to

order in or go out?” “Oh, are we having dinner together?” she asks, lifting an eyebrow. “Yep, so in or out?” She laughs and opens the car door. “Not like I can tell you no after today, so in.” “You can tell me no, blue eyes. I just don’t especially like that word and I don’t hear it often,” I say, placing my hand on her lower back as we walk to the elevator. “It doesn’t surprise me you never hear no,” she says, as we get on the elevator. “I’m not an easy man to say no to.” She doesn’t say anything back or anything at all until we get into her apartment. “What do you want to eat?” Pulling out my phone, I hit a button. “I’ve got it covered.” Walking down the hall to her bedroom, she closes the door. I sit down and place an order at my favorite Italian restaurant. Even though they don’t deliver, when I asked they told me no problem. Like I said, I’m hard to say no to. Hanging up, I turn my phone off. No interruptions tonight. “Let’s talk for minute, is that okay?” she asks, sitting next to me.

Turning my head, I search her bright eyes. She wants to know something. “Okay, what do you want to know?” Breaking her eye contact she looks down at the floor. “Anything,” she whispers. Reaching over, I rest my hand on her knee. “I’m thirty years old. I have no family, which makes traveling easier. My business is my life and until recently no woman has been able to hold my attention. My favorite color is green. I like comedies, although I rarely watch TV. My favorite food is Italian. What else?” I can see her swallow a few times before she lifts her head to look at me. “Where’s your family?” “It’s complicated, but it’s just me. I’m sorry I just can’t give anymore than that,” I say, squeezing her knee. “I understand,” she replies, nodding her head. “I’m not a very open guy, blue eyes. It’s not something I’ve ever really needed to do. Business is business, but getting personal doesn’t mix. What about you?” Clearing her throat, she sits on the couch folding her legs under her, facing me. “I’m twentyeight. I have no siblings, but my parents are

awesome. They moved to Pennsylvania a few years ago, but I see them as often as I can. You know about my dance studio and my love of dance. I haven’t had a guy hold my attention in far too long. My favorite color is blue. I like romantic comedies and I watch a lot of TV. I like all food.” It’s a moment. Nothing big, nothing life altering, but a moment nonetheless. We both just stare at each other for several minutes and for the first time in a long time I feel some kind of connection. “Anything else you want to know?” I finally ask. She stares at me for a while and I don’t rush her. I have no idea what is going through her head, but I can see some kind of confusion or maybe conflict in her mesmerizing eyes. Reaching out, she touches my chest for just a moment and smiles. “No, nothing else, Ace.” ** After dinner she seemed much better. I think I really threw her off when I mentioned wanting to help her. But when I see something I want, I go after it. She needs to get used to it. And right now

what I want is her. We’ve been watching TV, or she has. I’ve been watching her. The way her mouth turns up slightly on one side when she’s smiling at something. The way she pushes her hair off her neck, exposing her porcelain skin. The way her eyes light up when something interests her. She hasn’t done anything and my cock is rock hard. “Hey, blue eyes,” I say, getting her attention. When she looks at me, I crash my lips to hers. She immediately returns the kiss, climbing onto my lap. Deepening the kiss, I pull her hair causing her to moan. Rubbing herself against my cock, I break the kiss and pull her shirt off. Her chest is rising and falling quickly with her heavy breathing, pushing her tits right against me. Standing up, still holding onto her I ask where the bathroom is. Once inside, I sit her on the sink while I start the shower. Stepping in front of her, I pull off my shirt and jeans, never breaking eye contact. I take off her jeans next and position myself between her legs. Kissing up her neck, I nip her ear. “I want you wet in more ways than one,” I say, taking off her bra. “I want your wet body pressed against me while your wet pussy is

wrapped around my dick.” Dropping her head back when I suck a hard nipple into my mouth, she lets out a sigh. “Oh yes,” she says, clawing at my shoulders. I step back and drop my boxers as I rip her panties from her. Her eyes go right to my hard cock and I grin. Grabbing the condom out of my jeans, I don’t say anything while she watches me roll it on. Lifting her, she wraps her legs around me and her hands go into my hair. I step into the shower and the hot water cascades over us. Kissing her, I move down and bite her neck that’s been driving me crazy. Sucking on her tits, the water rushing around us has me so fucking turned on. Her wet body pressed against me, my cock teasing her wet pussy. Pushing her back against the tiled wall, I slam my cock into her. My hands are digging into her ass as I fuck her hard and deep. Her nails dig into my back as I suck on her tits. “Fuck Owen,” she moans out, and it echoes around us. Licking a path up her chest, I suck her bottom lip into my mouth. “You feel so fucking good, Brooke.” I continue to pound her with the water spilling

over us. I reach down and rub her clit, feeling her cunt tighten on me. Her eyes are closed as she drops her head onto my shoulder. She sinks her teeth into me, causing me to let out a growl. Digging my fingers harder into her with one hand, I pinch her clit with the other. “Oh fuck, Owen I’m going to come,” she says, against my shoulder. I’m right there with her. I can feel my legs starting to shake. Grabbing her face, I make her look at me. Her mouth is slightly parted and I move my lips to the corner of hers. “Brooke, I need to feel you come on me,” I say against her mouth. Reaching down one last time, I slam into her and pinch her clit. That’s all it takes and she explodes around me. Roughly holding onto one side of her face, my mouth partly open against the side of hers, I continue to fuck her as her orgasm rolls on and on. Her pussy squeezes my dick and I feel my release rip through me. “Fuck,” I breath against her mouth as I come. Biting her lip, I begin to roughly kiss her. Both of us moaning as we ride out our orgasms. I’ll never get enough of her. Never.

Chapter Fourteen Brooke We are laying in bed now, still naked and it’s the perfect time to ask him questions. I can see it on his face that he’d tell me anything. Linking our fingers together, he kisses my knuckles. It’s the perfect time, I need to open my mouth and just start. “Tell me what you want,” he says, rubbing his thumb on my fingers. “What do you mean?” I ask, because I really don’t know what he means. What do I want from him, from life or can he tell I’ve got questions I’m supposed to be asking. Grinning, he squeezes my hand. “There’s one thing I know as good as business and that’s reading people. So whatever it is you want to know, just ask me. If I don’t want to answer you, I’ll tell you.” Fuck. My heart starts pounding and I can feel my face warming up. He can read people like I can, this is not a good thing. “I don’t really know what I want to know,” I lie. “Is it about the offer I made earlier?” he

pushes. “No, I told you how I feel about that. That’s not going to change. It’s generous, but I’m happy with my studio, that was my dream,” I explain. Searching my face for a minute, he nods. “Tell me about it.” “About what?” “Tell me how you made your dream a reality.” Smiling, I rest my head on my arm. “I worked my ass off for it and I still am. But it’s worth it to be living my dream.” “Do you have another job?” he asks, lifting his eyebrows. Fuck, it’s reverse psychology here tonight. “Not anymore, I used to but now it’s just the studio.” I hate this. I fucking hate lying to him. Looking at him right now I just want to say it all. I want to tell him about Pete and that I could lose everything. I want to tell him that I love spending time with him and he makes me feels things I didn’t even know I could feel. I want to tell him that he is the reason for my happiness and my pain. That I’m being torn in half and the only way to fix it, the only thing that can hold me together is finding out his secrets. But I won’t do it. I lay there like a

coward feeling tears sting my eyes. “What did you do?” he asks. Such an innocent question, but one that will once again cause me to lie to him. “What about you, what did you do before you got all successful?” Avoiding the question isn’t exactly lying. “I worked at a smaller corporation. I got coffee, copied papers and filed things. Nothing great, but it was a foot in the door. You don’t need to tell me what you did before this, just tell me that instead of avoiding my question,” he says, holding me closer to him. “We all have a secret.” “Is your secret bad?” I ask, totally for myself. “Aren’t most secrets?” he replies. “But you know blue eyes, if your secret is bad and you need help I’m right here. You just need to ask.” Why the fuck does he have to be this sweet guy? The entitled prick from the cab would be so much easier. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t be a liar and I sure as hell can’t lose my studio. I need this to end before we both get hurt. “It’s good Ace, I don’t need help. But thank you.” I close my eyes and let sleep pull me under, because I’m ready to beg him to forgive me for

what I’m doing here. When I wake up in the morning, I find a note on his pillow. Had to handle something that came up. Last night was amazing. I’ll call you later. A note. A handwritten note. I didn’t even know people did that anymore. Sighing, I sit up and grab my phone. Today I’m taking charge. ** A few hours later, after teaching two classes and showering, I’m on my way to Pete’s office. I don’t even know exactly what I’m going to say, but I need to do something. I need to stop living like this. Joe was surprised to see me in the light of day when he picked me up, but as always he didn’t ask. He just opened the door and said it was nice to see me. So I sit here with my stomach in knots as we make the drive. Pete thinks I’m coming with the information he wants. That’s why he agreed to see me this early, he wants it that badly. Resting my head back, I close my eyes. I feel the car stop and I open my eyes. Fuck, I’m here already. Well, here goes nothing.

Joe opens my door and gives me a half grin. “I’ll see you soon.” Nodding my head, I walk inside. Riding the elevator has my nerves at an all time high. I don’t know if I want to cry, throw up, or scream. It’s nothing I ever want to feel again. So when the doors open, I plaster on my fake smile and walk into his office. The office is bustling. People all over, phones ringing and the sound of typing on the keyboard. It’s so different from how I usually see it. I’m usually sneaking in here at night like a dirty secret, which I guess I am. “Miss Alexander, he’s waiting for you,” the busty secretary says. I keep my fake smile in place as I follow her down the hall. I may feel like the world is crashing down around me, but I’ll never look like it. Opening the door, I walk in. “Pete,” I say, sitting down. “Brooke, tell me what you’ve got. This is literally of the utmost importance,” he says, rubbing his temples. Clearing my throat, I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Well, I told you he was difficult and he proves to be. I really think the best

idea is to let someone else handle this. I’m getting nowhere,” I say, with my stomach is my throat. Leaning back in his chair, he rests his arms behind his graying hair. “Funny because I’ve heard you’ve been having a great time with him.” My eyebrows dip as my nerves turn to anger. “What?” He leans forward, elbows on his oak desk and fingers steepled in front of his mouth. “Don’t play stupid with me. It’s an embarrassment to us both.” “You put me in this position. I wanted to walk away and now I’m stuck. If you don’t like how I’ve been playing the game, pull me out. I’m more than happy to walk away,” I shout. “This man, that you think you are having with fun with, he’s no good Brooke. You’d see that if you stopped acting like a teenager falling for the God damn quarterback. You’ve got the in, I’m not pulling you out now. The time line has sped up, so you need to get your head on straight. I need to know what his plan is, that’s what you need to get me. And you now have a couple days at best. What his plan is, get me that.” He stands up and moves right in front of me. “I’m done playing games, so I expect you to be too. You can have your feelings about it when it’s over,” he hisses at me.

“He’s not going to tell me,” I say in defiance. “He’ll tell you. They always tell you. Stop getting emotionally involved. It’s a job, do it and walk away,” he says, as he looks out the window. “Tonight should be the perfect time.” He doesn’t look at me as he says, just stares out the window. “I never knew what an asshole you were,” I say, standing up. “Guess you haven’t been paying very good attention,” he says, laughing. It quickly ends, when my hand hits the door knob. “Tonight Brooke, don’t fuck me over or I will make good on shutting you down.” Slamming his door, I push my way through all the people in the room. Fuck him, fuck Owen, fuck everyone. It’s me who I need to worry about.

Chapter Fifteen Owen Pacing the floor of Jerry’s office, my pulse is racing. I’ve only felt this kind of anger one other time in my life and son of a bitch if they aren’t both related. “Owen, it’s just a bump in the road. Doesn’t mean the whole thing is destroyed,” Jerry says. Slamming my hands down on his desk, I lean toward him. “It’s one hell of a fucking bump,” I yell. “I’m going to take care of it. You need to remember why you pay me so much and relax,” he says, punching away at the keyboard. “I’ll have it sorted by the end of the day.” “Jerry, I’m done waiting on this thing to happen. You better be able to fix this today. Not tomorrow, today,” I demand, pushing off his desk and pacing again. “Go home, let that pretty little thing shake her ass for you,” he says. Reaching of the desk, I grab his shirt, bringing his face to mine. “Don’t ever talk about her like

that again. Don’t ever talk about her again period. You handle my business, not my personal life. You fucking got it?” I growl. “Relax, I got it Owen,” he calmly says, resting his hands on mine. “I got it.” Letting go, I punch the wall and walk out of his office. He needs to focus on this problem, not my personal life. Brooke is mine, I don’t share, not even in thoughts. Frank is waiting by the car when I get outside. He opens the door and nods at me. Climbing in the driver's seat he pulls out into traffic. “Where to?” “Brooke’s,” I mumble, staring out the window. I’m starting to realize that when anything happens lately, it’s her I want. She’s made me remember what it’s like to have fun, what it’s like to have someone to talk to, what it’s like to feel during sex. I’m not just in this for the fun and the fucking and she needs to know that. But first, I need to fuck these demons out of me and once again she’s just what I need. When we get to her building, I still have anger running through me, and I think maybe I should have called to make sure she’s home. Not caring, I make my way to her apartment and knock on the

door. A minute later she opens it, shock on her face. “Ace, what are you doing here?” Grabbing her waist, I push her back and kick the door closed. I slam my mouth to hers and it’s not enough, the rage I feel is still in control. Yanking her shirt off, I quickly remove her bra, biting down on her tits. “Oh,” she moans out. Making quick work of getting her jeans and panties off, her perfect body has my cock pushing against my zipper. “Go sit on the couch,” I demand, ripping my clothes off as I follow behind her. She sits down and I drop to my knees in front of her, naked. Dragging her to the edge of the couch, I push her legs as wide open as they will go. “Hold them.” She does and I attack her wet pussy with my mouth. Licking from her ass to her clit, she lets out a loud moan. I push my fingers inside her tight cunt and fuck her while I bite on her inner thighs. I bite hard enough that I leave her marked and that’s exactly what I want. I continue to lick at her while my fingers move in and out. “Fuck Ace,” she groans, rubbing on my face. Reaching up, I pinch her nipples as I suck her

clit into my mouth. She tightens around my fingers and fuck if she isn’t going to come already. I continue to suck at her and she’s thrashing her sexy body. I can feel she’s right there and I bite her clit, curling my fingers I let her ride out her release before pulling back. Standing up, her release glistening on my lips and beard, I pull her up with me, bending her over the back of the couch. Her tight ass is raised and I smack it so hard I leave a mark. “Fuck,” she shouts. I have no idea if it’s out of pain or pleasure but right now it doesn’t matter. Dragging my fingers through her pussy, I use the wetness on her ass. I drag my cock through her wetness as I wrap my fingers in her hair, jerking her head back to me. Smacking her ass one more time, I slam into it. “Fuck Brooke,” I hiss. She doesn’t even try to pull away, just lets me move my dick in and out of her ass. It feels so fucking good, so fucking tight. Letting go of her hair, she drops her head to the couch. I grab onto her hips and fuck her. I pounding her ass hard and fast, watching my cock enter her each time. Her moans echoing around me, just spur me on. Smacking her spectacular ass again, I reach

around and rub her clit before pushing my fingers in her dripping pussy. “Holy fuck Owen, it feels so good,” she shouts, grabbing hold of the cushions. “You like this? My dick pounding your ass and my fingers in your delicious pussy, being completely filled by me?” I groan out. “Yes, oh God yes,” she replies. “Fuck you feel so good. You have no idea how good you feel,” I growl, dropping my head back as I continue to fill her. “I’m gonna come again,” she yells. I feel her orgasm rip through her and it continues on and on as I dig my fingers into her ass. I feel my release coming on. Listening to her moaning, watching my cock fill her ass and feeling her pussy on my fingers, fuck it’s enough to have any man’s release ripped out of him. Which is exactly what happens to me. “Fuck Brooke,” I groan as I come in her tight ass. When I’m finished, I rest my chest on her back. Both of us are panting heavily. My heart racing and when she looks over her shoulder at me, I feel it. I feel her slip into my heart. “Damn, Ace,” she breathes out.

Kissing her shoulder, I blow out a breath. “I know.” After cleaning up, we are wrapped around each other on the couch, still naked. “You alright?” she asks, kissing my cheek. “I’m better now,” I admit. The demons are gone, at least for now. “Want to talk about it?” Grinning, I rest my forehead on hers. “I like you, Brooke, a lot. I’m not just in this for the sex. I thought you should know.” A tear runs down her cheek and I quickly wipe it away with my thumb. “You’re not?” “No blue eyes, I’m not, but I need to know where you stand.” She starts to cry and I wrap my arms around her, holding her against my chest. “I’m sorry,” she cries against my chest. Rubbing her smooth back, I kiss the top of her head. “You’re sorry for what?” It’s not that she doesn’t want me, it’s something else entirely. I have no idea what it is, but I guess if I was a chick I would have been crying earlier in Jerry’s office. “I can’t say,” she whispers. Tightening my hold on her, I toss my leg over

hers. I’m not sure at this point if I should be worried because something bad is happening to her or pissed she won’t tell me what. “If you tell me I can help,” I gently tell her. Digging her fingers into me, she only cries harder. Her body is shaking and my anger starts to return. Only this time it’s a different anger. It’s about protecting what I consider mine and seeing her hurting, well it makes me want to kill. “I’m sorry Owen. You have to know that,” she says against my chest, her breath warm on my skin. “Of course Brooke, just tell me.” Lifting her head slightly, I see her reddened face covered in tears. “First tell me...what’s your business plan?”

Chapter Sixteen Brooke I can’t believe this is happening. He just told me he wants me and I ask him about his business plan. The thing is I want him too, I want him so badly. I don’t want this to end, to lose him. Losing him, well it will hurt like losing my business. So what the fuck am I supposed to do? “My business plan?” he asks, still wiping my tears. “Blue eyes, my business plan…” “No,” I shout, cutting him off. “Please, I don’t want to hear it, I can’t hear it. I’m sorry. I want this too, I want you.” Pete can tell the mom’s whatever the fuck he wants. It’s no one’s business how I got the money. I’ll just need to figure out a way to keep them. Because being in Owen’s arms isn’t something I’m willing to give up either. I’m done playing the game, I’m done worrying. “I’ll tell you whatever you want,” he whispers, kissing beneath my ear. “Tell me what you’re feeding me, cause I’m starving,” I say, trying to lighten everything up.

Laughing he wraps his arms around me, rolling so I’m on top of him. Holding my hair off my face he smiles. “Don’t expect much, I’m just ordering pizza,” he says with a wink, throwing my words back at me. Laughing, I press my lips to his. “I never expect much from you,” I say, teasing him. “Oh blue eyes, you should expect everything from me.” Deepening the kiss, he tightens his fingers in my hair. “I’ll make you happy,” he says with such sincere compassion. “You already do,” I say, searching his eyes. “I mean when you’re not being an entitled prick.” He gazes at me, linking our fingers together. “I wasn’t always an entitled prick,” he says, rubbing his thumb on my knuckles. “My parents had nothing when they got married. My dad didn’t even have a ring to give to my mom when he asked her to marry him.” “Owen, I’m just playing with you.” I feel like an idiot now. “I know you are, I’m not trying to make you feel bad. I’m trying to open up a little which isn’t easy for me.” My heart swells knowing he’s trying and I let him in a little. He glances down for a second before hitting me with his piercing eyes.

“My dad stood in Central Park, made a damn fool out of himself to prove his love. Dressed in the only suit he owned, in ninety degree weather, he stepped out in front of her as she was walking through. He loudly declared his love for her, drawing a crowd. My mom had no idea what the hell he was doing because they’d only been dating a few months, but he said he just knew she was the one. Time made no difference. So, after telling her how we felt, he picked up a single red rose and got down on one knee. He told her he didn’t have a ring, but he had a promise. It was all it took and they got married a few weeks later in city hall.” He’s lost in the memory. Telling it with such love and emotion that I feel a tear escape. “Owen, that’s a beautiful story. He sounds like a true romantic.” I kiss him softly, feeling his beard rub against me. “I heard that story so many times growing up. Pretty much every time we walked through or by Central Park.” He lightly laughs. “It’s a good memory.” It’s a good memory, yet he looks so sad. I want to ask about his parents, to find out where they are now. But it’s one of those subjects he’s not comfortable with, so instead I wrap my arms

around him and hold on. “It’s a beautiful memory, Ace.” I stay quiet for a minute before I clear my throat of the emotions. “You wanted to know when we first started talking why I call you Ace, remember?” “Of course I do,” he says. “Well, it’s cause you ace everything. The things you say, the way you look, the business you run. You excel at everything, you’re an ace.” I can feel him grinning before he kisses my head. “It’s fucking awesome, blue eyes.” We hold on to each other for awhile. It’s almost like we are sharing some kind of silent connection, but he finally pulls away. “How about I feed you now? Don’t need this whole thing starting out with me starving you,” he says, grinning. “About damn time,” I joke. We laugh getting up and collecting our clothes. It was a surprise to see him at my door, but holy shit. It was a shock the way he came in and just fucked me. He’s got something going on. First anal and then opening up like that. It’s unlike him, but I’m not complaining. And I’m sure as hell not going to push. I’m done pushing. After we eat our pizza, he hangs out for a little bit before leaving. Giving me a long, powerful kiss

before he walks out the door. Getting a quick shower, I lay down in bed and smile. I feel a little lighter and even though Pete is hanging over my head, right now in this moment, I don’t care. The only thing I care about is Owen and that magical story he shared. ** Waking up, I stretch and climb out of bed. I have to get down to the studio early because I’ve got a few classes. Friday is my busiest day and I need to be ready. Gathering my hair into a ponytail, I throw on my black yoga pants and gray tank top. Just as I sit down to get my sneakers on, my phone alerts me. Picking it up I see I have a text from Owen Ace: Morning blue eyes Me: Morning Ace Ace: What time are you working until Me: I should be done around nine

Ace: Ok, go do your thing Me: My thing lol Ace: Go be amazing Me: Better Ace: Such a pain in the ass Me: Have a good day being an entitled prick I tuck my phone in my purse laughing and head out the door. Time to go be amazing. After the last student leaves, I lock the door. I’m sweating and can’t wait to get home to shower. Turning everything off, I grab my stuff and walk outside. Waiting by the curb is Frank, Owen’s driver. “Good evening, Miss Alexander. I’ll be taking you home tonight,” he says, opening the door for me. Blown away by Owen’s thoughtfulness, I smile. “Thank you, Frank,” I say, slipping inside.

The smell of food hits me as soon as I get in. On the seat next to me is a box of takeout with a note. Working late but wanted to make sure you could relax when you got home, so I took care of dinner. I’ll call you tonight if it isn’t too late. Enjoy blue eyes. -Ace Damn his sweetness. But I can’t lie, I’m so grateful I don’t need to go home and figure out what the hell I’m having for dinner. I pull out my phone and send a quick thank you text. Never in my life have I had someone make sure I had a ride home and taken care of dinner for me. It melts my heart a little and I smile knowing I had him pegged all wrong. Frank drops me off and I carry my dinner to my apartment. When I get inside, I drop everything and go into the kitchen. Grabbing a fork, I stand at the counter and eat the chicken alfredo he sent me. It’s delicious and I can’t help to moan a little bit. Once, I’m done I grab a shower and sit on the couch to relax. My phone rings and I grin knowing it has to be Owen. “Hello?” “Hey, blue eyes. How was dinner?” “It was amazing, thank you again. It was very

sweet of you to get me home with dinner, Ace,” I say, pulling my legs up onto the couch. “You’re welcome. What’s your schedule tomorrow?” he asks. “I have nothing tomorrow. I usually have a class, but most of the kids are on vacation. Why, what’s up?” “Nothing, just wondering that’s all. I’m sorry I won’t be able to make it over there tonight, but I’ve still got a few things to take care of here. I just wanted to call before you fell asleep because I missed hearing your voice today,” he says, making my heart beat rapidly in my chest. “Damn, who knew you were this sweet guy, Ace?” “I can’t share all my secrets at once, blue eyes,” he says, laughing. His deep throaty laugh is so damn sexy and he’s not the only one who missed hearing someone’s voice. “I need to go, but I promise tomorrow we’ll do something. Sweet dreams, Brooke.” “Don’t work too hard. Sweet dreams, Owen.” Hanging up, I hold the phone against my chest. “Damn, he’s good.” **

Sipping on my coffee, I flip the news on. I make a quick morning phone call to my mom and when she asks if I’m seeing anyone I just laugh. I guess I am, but I’m not ready to spill the details to her just yet. Not until I see how serious this thing is. When I hang up, there’s a knock at the door. Fixing my hair real quick, thinking it’s Owen, I rush to open it. No one is there, but sitting in the hallway is a dozen blue roses. I’ve never in my life seen blue roses. I pick them up and look down the hallway, but see no one. Bringing them inside, I grab the note. Good morning, blue eyes. I saw these blue roses and they reminded me of looking into your eyes. It was the first thing I noticed about you. Your captivating eyes. Go get dressed in some jeans and a shirt and let’s have some fun. Your next clue will be by the elevator when you’re ready. Holy shit, I can’t contain the smile on my face. How romantic is this? I put the unbelievably beautiful roses on my coffee table and go get dressed. I’m about as giddy as I was the day he took me to Juilliard. Grabbing my phone and purse, I smell the roses before leaving.

I head in the direction of the elevator. I step inside, but see nothing. No one is in here and there is no note. I get off and decide to go outside. When I do there is a cab parked by the curb. The driver sees me and opens the door, handing me a note. The first time I met you was in the backseat of a cab. It definitely wasn’t love at first sight. You were a massive pain in the ass and thought I was a complete entitled prick. When you got out that day, I never thought I’d see you again, but you also never left my thoughts. Enjoy the ride. I laugh reading the note, because he’s so right. It definitely wasn’t love at first sight. I went full blown bitch on him and never felt the slightest bit bad. But knowing I never left his thoughts, that makes me feel a little bad, but not enough to change anything that happened. Pulling up in front of the hotel where we first hung out, I smile and get out of the cab. I figure I should just head to the bar. I was right because when I walk in the bartender waves me over to the table where we sat. When I reach it, he smiles and hands me another note. This is the table we sat at when you got all ballsy and walked over to me. It made me grin

because I saw you sitting at the bar, but I was biding my time to see who you were waiting for. This is the first time we talked and laughed. I was so damn attracted to you. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you. So when I asked you back to my place, I was so thankful you agreed. Have some food and head outside when you’re done. Enjoy. I knew he’d never come over to me. That’s why I went to him and I’m so glad I did. I feel bad as to the reason I came over, but he’s right it was a great night. He was fun to talk to and so different from anyone I’d ever met. So, after I finish eating, I go outside to see what’s next. This game is so thoughtful and I love hearing about what he was thinking in those moments. This man, damn it’s impossible to not have caught feelings. He made it happen and this is just making it so much stronger. Owen’s car is out front, but no Owen. Frank opens the door for me. “Having fun, Miss Alexander?” he asks, smiling. “It’s unreal, Frank,” I say, getting in. He drives us to Owen’s penthouse and I get out. Riding the elevator up, I feel butterflies in my stomach, waiting to see him. So when the doors

open and I step off seeing the place is empty, I’m a little disappointed. Looking at the kitchen counter, I see the note and pick it up. This is where I got my very first taste of you and I knew I’d want more. Even if you left me with blue balls, standing naked in my living room. I knew when you walked out that you were definitely not like anyone I’d ever met before and I was right. Sit and relax for a little bit and then go meet Frank outside in an hour. It’s the longest hour of my life. Standing by the window, taking in the beautiful view reminded me of my ass pressed against the window. It was an amazing night and he’s right I did leave him with blue balls. Poor guy, I’m surprised he agreed to even take me to dinner the next night. An hour on the dot, I step into the elevator. I think he made me wait there as a punishment for leaving him that night. Laughing, I get out and go outside. Frank is by the car he normally drives and opens the door. “So we meet again.” “You’re a good sport, Frank,” I say, laughing. Leaning a bit closer to me, he whispers, “It’s the most fun I’ve had in a long time.”

Smiling, I squeeze his hand. “Me too.” He drives and I know exactly where he’s going. He’s going to my dance studio, because that’s where Owen ended up the next day before we went to dinner. Smiling when I see I’m right, I’m curious how he’s going to pull this one off. When Frank parks in front, I see someone standing outside. Getting out, I walk over to him. “Your lunch and note,” he says, handing me a bag and another note. I had a bad morning and ended up needing fresh air. I have no idea how it happened, but I ended up at your studio. Seeing you in your element was a personal thing and I was happy to be a part of it. You wouldn’t dance for me. Not yet anyway. In an effort to save time, I’ve had lunch delivered. It’s from my favorite restaurant where we had our first date. You can hang out here to eat it if you like, Frank has been instructed to wait. When you are finished, Frank knows what to do. Still a bit full from my big breakfast, I eat a little of the lunch inside my office. I’m honestly too excited to sit and wait, so I put it in the small fridge I have and go back outside. Frank has a big smile on his face when he lets me back in the car. I have

no doubt where we are going next, so I sit back and grin. Nothing will ever compare to this, nothing. I’m totally floored by the entire thing. And when we pull into the Juilliard School, my heart pounds in my chest. Letting me out by the building we were in, I walk over to it. One of the dancers I danced with hands me two envelopes and winks walking away. Looking down at the two envelopes one says, open first. So that’s what I do. Pulling out a piece of paper, I begin to read it. The more I read, the more I realize tears are running down my face. It’s a contract to dance one night with the same group I practiced with. I can’t fucking believe it. I rip open the next one, wiping my eyes. Don’t be mad. I’m not interfering, just giving you one night. When I brought you here, I did it because you were upset with me about something and I wanted to make you feel better. Watching you dance, well it is one of those moments that took my breath away. You are truly talented and I want everyone to see, even if it’s only one night. We’re almost done, so dry your beautiful eyes and get back in the car. Don’t be mad, how the hell could he even think that’s possible. This is too much in the most

amazing way. As I walk back to the car, I continue to wipe my eyes, just like he told me to. Once inside, we drive and I’m not sure at this point what the plan will be. Unless he’s going to fuck me somewhere soon. Which honestly after all this I’m hoping happens, sooner rather than later. Pulling back up at his place, I return to his penthouse. There’s a note sitting on the railing leading downstairs. Grabbing it, I sit down on the top step and open it. I want you to relax, so there is a hot bath drawn for you. After you are finished, you’ll see a variety of dresses hanging in my room. Choose which you like best and get yourself ready. When you are done, go back outside. Take your time. Relax and enjoy. Tonight is about you blue eyes, so embrace it. Racing down the stairs, of course, I look at the dresses before I get into the bath and I know immediately which one I’ll be wearing. I do what I’m instructed to do. I spend far too long in the bath. Even longer doing my hair and makeup, and when I finally step into the deep blue dress I’m ready to embrace what’s next. Sliding on the blue heels that match, I look at myself in the mirror. Damn, I’ll admit I look good.

This silk dress rubbing on my soft skin definitely helps with how I feel. So I grab my purse and head outside. Stepping out the door, there he is. Dressed in a black tux, with a smile on his ridiculously handsome face. My heart is pounding as I step closer. I haven’t seen him at all today, but reliving how we met makes me feel like I’ve been with him. The man is good, damn good.

Chapter Seventeen Owen Seeing her walk out takes my breath away. She looks stunning and I can’t wait to wrap my arms around her. I told her the other night I’d make her happy, so I wanted to show her I keep my word. Stepping up to me, I smile and cup her cheek in my hand. “You look beautiful.” Before she can respond I kiss her, dragging her body close to me. Feeling the soft silk of her dress beneath my hands is such a turn on. My demanding lips on her plump red ones has my pulse racing. I break the kiss though because if I don’t I’m going to end up fucking her in the car right now. “Ace, I don’t even know what to say about today,” she says, holding onto the lapels of my jacket. “Did you have fun?” A huge smile spreads across her face. “I really did. Not gonna lie, it was pretty damn romantic. You’re good, Ace.” “It’s not over yet,” I say and nod toward the

open car door. She climbs in and I get in behind her. Frank starts driving and I couldn’t be more grateful for all his help today. He’s a good man. “Where are we going?” Brooke asks, breaking my thoughts. I reach in my jacket and hand her the last envelope. Shaking her head slightly with a grin on her face, she opens it. I watch her face as she reads it. I’m taking her to see Hamilton and out to dinner. It’s nothing huge, and I just took a chance that she hasn’t seen it yet, but I believe it’s something she’d like. I wrote about how I’m looking forward to seeing where this takes us. That I’m grateful she’s giving me a chance and that tonight I will show her how grateful I am. When she finished, she keeps a hold of it on her lap. “Thank you, Ace,” she says, blinking back tears. She’s an emotional woman, but it shows how much passion she has for life. I fucking like that about her, hell I like everything about her. There’s never been a woman who was able to make me feel like I do with her. She reminds me that life isn’t always dark, that there is a good. She’s my good.

We take our seats and she is so excited. Holding onto the program in one hand, she reaches for mine with the other. I bring it to my mouth and kiss her palm. “Have you been to many Broadway shows?” I ask. “Honestly, this is my first,” she says, shrugging her shoulders, causing the thin strap of her dress to slip down. Damn. I like that I’m giving her something for the first time. “You’ll love it.” “Have you been to many?” she asks. “Yeah, I have. Especially when I was a kid. My parents used to take me often. I’ve brought a few potential clients in the last year.” She doesn’t say anything, just nods her head. I never talk about my parents, that is something I shut down immediately. With Brooke though, it’s different. I’ve given her a lot about them. Throughout the play I watch her. She’s memorized, so into everything that is happening. I noticed a few times she would move slightly like she was dancing with them. So when it’s over I’m not surprised she’s one of the first people on her feet applauding. Grinning, I stand up too. Hand and hand we leave. “That was amazing.

I mean I always thought it would be, but seeing it for myself, wow. The talent is incredible. The music and dancing, it was hard to sit still,” she says laughing. “I noticed, blue eyes,” I say. “You ready eat?” Leaning over she kisses my cheek. Her curled brown hair falling into her face. “I’m ready for anything.” Fuck, I’m ready to take her home and have her screaming my name. Which sounds much better than going to eat. So when we get into the car, I push my hands into her hair, holding it back. Sucking on the delicate skin below her ear, she lets out a soft moan. “How about a little change of plans?” I whisper, nipping her ear. “Okay.” Moving my hand to her leg, I slide it against the silk fabric up to her inner thigh. Rubbing her pussy through the dress, I suck on her neck. “Good.” Pulling back, I tell Frank the change of plans. We need to grab something to eat because I don’t intend on letting her out of my bed. We park in front of one of the best burger places I know, I grab Brooke’s hand.

“Burgers?” she asks, laughing. “We’ll get them to go,” I say, laughing with her as I help her out of the car. Once we have our food, we climb back into the car and I hand her, her burger. Keeping the fries in the bag, I place it between us. “Definitely not where I thought we’d be eating,” she says, taking a bite. Grabbing a napkin, I wipe the ketchup at the corner of her mouth. “Me either, but damn it’s good.” By the time we reach my place, we’ve finished eating. She told me it was even better than going out to dinner. It made her feel like a teenager grabbing food while driving around. It’s this, this relaxed fun that I crave with her. She doesn’t like me because of my money, she likes me in spite of it. Thanking Frank for everything he did today, we head up to my penthouse. My hand is resting on her tight ass as we ride the elevator and my cock is already hard just thinking of fucking her. When I grab onto it she looks over at me. “Brooke, I just want to make something clear. I don’t share. If you’re with me, you’re with me. Got it?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. Nodding her head, I can see the lust in her

clear eyes. “Got it.” Just as she says it the doors open and I push her against the wall, crashing my mouth to hers. Pushing my leg between hers, I run my hands roughly up and down her sexy body. She drops her head back as I kiss and suck my way down her neck. By the time I reach her tits I can see her hard nipples poking out of her dress. I bite them through the dress and she rubs her pussy on my leg. Slipping my fingers into the thin straps holding up her dress, I slide them down her arms, letting it pool at her feet. She is standing before me in heels and panties. She’s never looked so sexy before and I can’t wait. I need to feel her wrapped around my cock. Stepping back, she has her eyes closed. “Brooke, look at me,” I demand. She does and I begin to undress. She steps forward to help, but I tell her no she’s going to watch. I take everything off slowly, dragging it out. Teasing her. I slowly unbutton my shirt and she begins to massage her tits. Fuck it’s hot. I get out of my shirt and move down to my pants. Unbuckling my belt, I pull it off and lightly whip her thigh with it. “Oh God,” she moans out.

Letting my pants slide down my legs, I kick them out of the way. I’m down to just my boxers, and I move to her still holding the belt. “How wet is that pussy?” Pushing my hand inside her panties I run my fingers through her wetness. “Fuck blue eyes, you’re dripping.” “I know,” she breathes out. I remove her panties and my boxers, but keep her heels on. Lifting her, I sit her on the counter. I run my hands down her arms until I reach her hands. I hold them behind her back and wrap the belt around them and tie it tight. “Wrap your legs around me,” I hiss, biting down on her tits. She does and her heels are digging into my ass. Pushing her back so she’s down on the counter, hands behind her, I grab onto her ass as it comes off. I quickly roll on a condom and slam into her. She’s at my mercy and I fucking love it. I don’t slow my pace. Pounding her wet cunt, my fingers dig into her. Her tits are bouncing from the force and I reach up smacking them. “Oh fuck,” she moans out. “So fucking hot. Do you want to touch me?” I ask. Lifting her head slightly, her lust filled eyes

crash into mine. “Yes, fuck yes.” “Damn shame you can’t,” I say, running my hand up and down her body. Smacking her tits a few more times until they are both pink, I dig my fingers into her ass. She’s mine now and I’m fucking claiming her. Listening to her moans of pleasure echo around us while I drill into her. She’s gripping me just right, making it feel fucking incredible. “Fuck, please Owen,” she begs. Fuck her begging is insanely hot. “What do you want?” “To touch you, to come, to feel it all,” she groans out. Picking up my speed, I push her legs further apart and watch my cock drag in and out of her. “Feel me, I’m right here. Feel me and come on me. You can touch me after,” I say. “Fuck,” she yells when I rub her clit. “I’m so close.” Pumping into her a few more times, I feel her tighten and I know she’s going to come. She doesn’t disappoint and I watch her body lift off the counter as it rips through her. I follow right behind her, sinking my fingers hard into her flesh as my release tears me in half.

When we’re both done, I pull her up and kiss her. Wrapping my arms around her, I untie the belt and her nails sink into my shoulders. Breaking the kiss, I rest my forehead on hers. “You’re mine, Brooke,” I pant out. “And you’re mine, Owen.” I take her to bed and we lay wrapped around each other, completely sated. Being with her brings me complete happiness. She’s managed to get into my heart, making me feel things I’d only ever heard about. It reminds me of my parents relationship. Kissing her silky shoulder, the words just pour out of me. “I lost both of my parents,” I whisper. Lifting her head slightly, her brilliant eyes bounce back and forth. “Oh Owen, I’m so sorry. I had no idea.” She wraps her naked body around mine and tightly holds on. “Of course you had no idea, why would you? It’s not something I talk about. It’s too painful. But this thing with you, it’s so much like their relationship. The way they found humor in everything and teased each other. The stolen glances and light touches. I shared a wall, I know they were very happy,” I say, laughing. “Sounds like they had an amazing relationship, Ace. Do you want to talk about what

happened? You don’t need to, I’m just saying if you want to I’ll listen,” she says, against my chest. It’s burning in my chest, trying to claw it’s way out. It’s something no one knows, but I’m aching to tell her. To have her know me completely. Hiding nothing from her. My pulse is racing as I hold onto her a bit tighter. “My mom had cancer and lost the fight, because she was fighting so hard to save my father.” I take a breath, because I’ve never said it to anyone other than my lawyer. “What happened?” she whispers, trailing her fingers lightly up and down my arm. “He was falsely accused of money laundering and bad business deals, which he had nothing to do with. His business partner set him up. My dad was arrested and spent the rest of his life in jail, where he died because of a heart condition they never detected. I spent some time on the streets fighting for my life, until my luck finally changed,” I confess, shaking with emotion. My voice is breaking trying to choke back the tears. I feel her tears on my chest and I wrap myself tighter around her. “Owen, I’m so sorry you had to go through that. My heart is breaking for you and for them,”

she says, crying. “Don’t cry for me. It’s taken most of my adult life, but I finally have what I need to prove my dad’s innocence and take his partner down. Pete McCoy won’t see me coming,” I say, smiling. She tenses in my arms and I swear I hear her gasp. “Hey, what is it?” “Nothing, I’m just so sorry Owen. More sorry than you could even imagine.”

Chapter Eighteen Brooke The next few days are like living in a dream and a nightmare. I wake up with Owen every morning, I go to my dream job, and I end my day in his bed. I’ve never felt such a connection to anyone before. The harder I tried to fight it, the stronger my feelings for him became. So being able to admit it, admit that I’m falling for him, is like a weight lifted off my shoulders. I’ve never been with a man who is so attentive to my needs. Not just sexually, but emotionally. He wants to hear about my day. He wants to know about me personally. He wants me to be happy. Everyday I feel closer to him. Which is like a knife in my heart at the same time. When he told me about about Pete, I nearly lost it. This is what Pete wants, all the private information that Owen trusted me with is what he’s after. And now I know why. He doesn’t know the connection, but now I do. I know that Owen is going to take Pete down and I know that to save my studio I should run to him and warn him. Tell

him everything and be free. But I can’t. I can’t save myself to further cause him more pain. He’s lost everything and if I tell Pete, he’ll lose this too. I won’t do it, I won’t be the reason he suffers any amount of hurt. So for now, I’ve pushed Pete to the back of my mind and I’m loving my relationship with Owen. Leaving work, I go home to shower before heading over to Owen’s. I’ve convinced him to sit down and watch a movie tonight. He wanted to go out to dinner, but it’s Friday and I’m exhausted. So I said Chinese and a movie or nothing. He quickly agreed. So, once I’m ready I grab my stuff and hear my phone. Pulling it out of my purse, my heart leaps into my throat. Pete: Times up. Be in my office in an hour and you better have the information. Dropping my phone, the world around me starts to spin. It’s over. I have no choice but to tell Owen now. Pete’s about to destroy me. Once I tell him, once he knows the truth he’s going to walk away. He’s going to think I’m some slut that sleeps with men for secrets. I never saw it that way. I thought of it as a dating game, only I got paid to get their secrets. I never gave it a second thought, until

now. I have this amazing man and I need to explain my past. Not only that, I need to explain that being with him is costing me my dream and his. Showing up at Owen’s with my puffy eyes and red face is not a good idea. I know this, I know everything is about to fall around me. I’m going to lose Owen and I’m going to lose my studio. But I can’t wait any longer, so when I step off the elevator I feel my heart crack in my chest. “Hey, blue eyes. Dinner is ordered and I’ll even let you pick the movie. That way later I can pick if I’m fucking you in bed, the shower, the floor, hell maybe all of them,” he says from the kitchen. Lifting my feet is like lifting cement blocks. “We’re also celebrating tonight because the deal I’ve been working on will go down tomorrow. Pete is finally going to get what he has coming and it deserves a toast.” Maybe I should just turn around and run. Leave before anyone else gets hurt. I’ll move to Pennsylvania with my parents and start over. Even if my shattered heart stays here in the beautiful Manhattan penthouse. “Hey, you ok?” he asks, stepping out of the kitchen. The second he sees me he drops the

dishrag he’s holding and grabs ahold of me. Tucking me under his chin, his muscular arms hold me tight. “What is it?” Tears silently run down my face, my stomach is turning, and my heart is pounding. “I have to tell you something and I’m sure once I do you’re going to walk away,” I cry out. Kissing my head, he runs his hands down my hair to my back. “Nothing you could tell me will make me walk away. I’m in this Brooke. I can handle whatever it is. Just tell me,” he gently whispers. It only makes me feel worse and I cry harder holding tightly to his shirt. I woke up so happy this morning and tonight I feel like I’m dying. “It’s a lot to take in.” He wraps his arm around me and guides me to the couch. “It’s okay, blue eyes. Are you hurt?” “Not physically, no,” I whisper. Getting up, he goes into the kitchen and returns with a bottle of water. Uncapping it, he hands it to me. “Take a sip, calm down.” I do as I’m told and hand it back. Sitting next to me, he grabs a hold of my hand and squeezes. “Talk to me.” I study his face. Memorize every feature and

close my eyes. “I didn’t have money to open my studio, so I needed to figure out a way to get it. Working a normal job, well I’d still be saving. It cost a fortune for that building. It cost even more to renovate it into my studio. I busted my ass for three years until it was ready to open. Even then I couldn’t afford to keep the lights on with the handful of girls I had signed up. So I had to keep working another job.” Looking up at him, he’s studying me. Taking in every word I’m saying. “Remember I told you I had another job?” “Of course I do,” he says, rubbing his thumb across my knuckles. “So what do you owe someone money because I’ll take care of it. I’ll pay to keep you going, blue eyes.” His sweet gesture makes the tears run down my face. “No, I don’t owe anyone money,” I say, looking down at our hands. “I sold my soul to the devil and my time is up.” “What?” he asks, a bit louder this time. “Brooke, look at me.” I do and he searches my eyes. “What’s going on?” He’s losing his patience and I don’t blame him. “I used to sleep with men for money,” I whisper, wiping my tears quickly with my free hand.

“You were a prostitute?” he almost yells. He’s trying to keep his calm, but I can feel the shift in the air already. “No, not exactly.” Closing my eyes, I picture the handsome face I have memorized and I’m thankful I’ll always have it. “It wasn’t the sex I was after, it was the pillow talk.” Holding my chin with his thumb and and pointer, he forces me to look at him. “I don’t know what that means,” he says. “I was paid a huge amount of money to sleep with businessmen and in the afterglow I would pump them for information about their business,” I explain. My tears are endless and my heart is crushed looking at the disgust on his face. “You what? What the fuck, Brooke. Have you stopped?” he asks full of anger. “Yes.” I can’t even contain my sobs at this point. “I’d be lying if I said I’m not pissed about it, about the fact you not only slept with them but essentially stole from them. But if you aren’t doing it anymore we can move past it. We both obviously had sex before we got together, we’ve had past relationships. I don’t like the idea, I actually hate it, but when I said you were mine I meant it. The past

is the past, lets leave it there,” he says, blowing out a breath. I wish that was it. I wish I could throw myself into his arms and thank him for understanding. For accepting the decisions I’ve made. But I can’t, because now is when I need to tell him the rest. The parts that affect him. The parts I feel so guilty about that I am ready to be sick. My body is shaking as I prepare myself for what’s to come next. “That’s not it,” I say, my voice shaking. Raising an eyebrow, he’s long let go of my hand and he crosses his arms. “Okay, I’m listening.” I’m going to hurt him. He’s going to see me as someone I’m not. I can’t believe this is happening, that this is real life. It’s horrible. It’s sickening. It’s all my fault. Wrapping my arms around myself to try and hold it together, the tears of guilt are unstoppable. “I was given assignments, clients is more to the point.” I need to stop to collect myself because I can’t get the words to come out. “Go on,” he calmly says. Too calm. Tasting my salty tears roll over my lips, I nod my head slightly. “You were a client,” I whisper,

looking down as I squeeze my arms tighter around myself. “Excuse me?” he yells, as he jumps off the couch. “I’m a client? You’re here to fuck me and get my personal information?” Unable to look at him, I try to choke back my sobs. “Look at me, God damn it.” Lifting my swollen eyes, I want to crumble to the ground with the hurt I see on his face. He’s searching my face, probably looking for answers that he’ll never find. Wiping my tears, I shake my head. “I’m sorry.” He lets out the most devious laugh I’ve ever heard and it sends a chill down my body. “You’re sorry. For what Brooke? For doing it or for having to tell me? What the fuck are you sorry for?” He growls, as he tugs at his hair. “I told him I was done. I begged him to let me stop. He said when I got you talking I could walk away. So I was gonna do it, but I couldn’t do it. I didn’t want to do it. I fell for you, nothing about that was fake. I’m sorry for considering doing it, for hurting you, for lying. He’s going to crush me, take away my studio. That’s how he convinced me to do it. He said he’s going to expose me to all the parents and I’ll lose it all. But I didn’t do it, I told

him I couldn’t and now he’s waiting for me at his office. Waiting for the information I refused to get and when I don’t show up, he’s going to destroy me,” I cry out. Taking one step closer to me, he looks down at me like I am no one. “Who is it?” he growls. With my heart bleeding from what I’ve done, I look him right in the eyes. “Pete. Pete McCoy.” “Mother fucker,” he yells, kicking over the end table as he heads to the door. Once out, he slams it closed behind him. I’m left alone, which is exactly what I deserve.

Chapter Nineteen Owen I can’t even fucking believe this is happening. I can’t even wrap my head around how Brooke fucked me over right now, because I need to handle Pete. Getting in my car, rage tearing through me, I peel out of the garage. Weaving in and out of traffic, I grip the steering wheel so tight I feel like it’s going to snap in my hands. My mind is racing in so many directions right now. I’m consumed with anger. It’s ripping me apart, burning in my chest, making my body shake. I thought I’ve felt rage before, I thought it’s been wrapped around me most of my life. That it’s kept me in this dark hole. But I was wrong, so fucking wrong. Tonight, right now, I truly know what it feels like. I look up at the front of his building and throw the car in park. Going inside, I get on the elevator and ride it to the thirty-sixth floor. I hold my hands in fists as I get closer, but when I push my way into his office I shove them into my pockets. I’m more than certain that I will end up shoving my fist down

his throat, so I need to keep them hidden. I only remove one to knock on his door and walk in. “It’s about God damn time,” he hisses, turning to face me. “Son of a…” “Surprise asshole. I know you were waiting on your spy, but I wanted to be the one to deliver the news,” I say as I stalk closer to him. Keeping his cowardly back to the wall he moves closer to his desk. “Get the hell out of my office.” Shaking my head, I let out an evil laugh. “Why don’t you get the fuck out of my office?” I look around the room. He’s got pictures of him with some of the most powerful people I know, pictures of his family, and behind his desk hanging is his worthless degree. I turn my attention back to him and grin. “My dad says hi.” His eyes widen and he sits down, I’m sure it’s because his traitorous legs give out on him. “What?” “What’s wrong Pete? Couldn’t get your spy to figure out who I was?” I ask, pulling my hands out of my pockets. I mash them onto his desk and he jumps. “Nervous?” Masking his terrified face, he leans back in his chair. “Nope.”

“You should be. You should be shitting yourself seeing me stand in front of you. I know everything and when I say everything, I mean every single fucking thing.” Leaning a bit further across the desk, I watch him go to grab his phone. Being younger and faster, I get to it first and smash it against the wall. “Not getting your one phone call, Pete.” “I don’t understand,” he says, playing dumb. “Oh you don’t understand. Let me explain. You took everything from me, so now I’m taking everything from you. I was going to wait until tomorrow and give you the good news, but considering your spy said you were waiting for her, I thought I’d surprise you. Tomorrow at eight in the morning, I will own your company. My first action will be to fire you,” I say, trying to keep myself from reaching across the desk and ripping his beating heart out of his chest. “I’ll fight it, have you tied up in so much litigation you’ll be begging me to keep it,” he says, crossing his arms. Laughing, I knock everything off his desk in one stroke. “Don’t even try to act like you have the upper hand here. You didn’t even know who I was. You had to send in a spy and even she couldn’t

figure it out. But looking at me you have to admit it’s like looking at my dad, or at least the last time you saw him. You remember that day, don’t you? You did that dirty business deal and let my father take the fall for it. You had no fucking problem hiding behind your business partner, letting him get arrested and ripped away from his family. Letting him sit in court alone to fight for his freedom. Watching his sick wife and teenage son break down when they found him guilty. Found him guilty for stealing all that money, for bad business deal after bad business deal, which he had no idea about. While you, you fucking coward, got rid of all the evidence that pointed to you. Sounding familiar?” He’s sweating and I feel so much satisfaction knowing I’m getting to him. “Get out,” he whispers. “Oh but I’m just getting started.” Walking over to the pictures on the wall, I pull them off one by one. “While you were living your life, guilt free of letting my father take the fall, shaking hands with the New York elites, making more of a name for yourself,” I say, letting the pictures crash to the ground, glass scattering across the floor. “My mom should have been fighting for her life, but she was too busy fighting to get her husband’s name cleared. She lost both fights. Do you know what

happened next?” He searches my face, but never says a word. Just sits there like the piece of worthless shit he is. “Because of you, I was left with no one. Cancer took my mom while my innocent father sat in jail. I’ve been alone since I was eighteen years old. I didn’t have any money, the money we had was spent trying to take you down. So, I lost the house and lost my car. I spent a year sleeping on the streets, until I had enough money to rent a shitty, cockroach filled apartment. Have you ever had to sleep on the street, Pete? Ever have people beat the shit out of you for sport because they are hungry and know you have a job? Ever need to stay awake all night to make sure no one killed you for the little money you had? Ever cry behind a dumpster you just ate out of?” I say through gritted teeth. He adjusts his position and clears his throat. “I’m sorry you went through that, but none of that was my fault. Now get out of my office.” “Can’t do that Pete, because you see, this is where the story gets good.” I stalk back over and stand in front of his desk, crossing my arms. “I was a busboy, saving every penny I made to pay for my shit apartment. And one night when I was leaving

work, there was this guy pacing outside. I heard him on his phone yelling because his assistant quit. Hanging up, he looked at me and grinned. He asked if I wanted to make some extra money. I didn’t care what it was I said yes. He gave me his card and I took a chance. Spent some of my rent money getting a haircut and the cheapest suit I could find. I was a glorified secretary, but that didn’t matter because I was working for Stan Watson.” His eyes nearly bug out of his head when I say the name. He’s one of the most successful men in the country and he is the reason I’m where I am. He taught me everything I needed to know about business and gave me a loan when it was time to go out on my own. I repaid him within six months. And I knew at that point my one and only goal was to find the man that destroyed my life and destroy his. That’s exactly what I did. I busted my ass buying and selling real estate. The kid from the streets was no longer recognizable. I had money, a lot of money. “After I made a name for myself, with my mother’s maiden name because I knew you’d know my real name, I spent my time trying to get my dad’s name cleared. Do you know what happened, Pete?” I ask, my body shaking with anger.

“I’m done with this,” he says, standing up. He tries to get around the desk, so I stand my much larger body in front of the door. “You’re not leaving. You’re gonna listen to the rest of my story. Don’t you know the ending is always the best part?” “You’re delusional,” he yells. “And you’re going to want to sit down for this part,” I say. “I put out feelers to see if you had the original documentation anywhere and I was told you more than likely did. Which lead me to hiring a very expensive attorney. But while my top notch team was searching, dad died. He had a heart condition, but being in jail they never found it. You are to blame for the death of both my parents,” I hiss. “Bullshit,” he yells. I turn around and put my fist through the wall, because if I didn’t I was going to take him out. “Fuck yes and my anger only drove me harder. I spent years looking for what I needed from you and a few weeks again, I got it.” He shakes his head and I laugh. “You can shake your pathetic head all you want, but it’s true. I have all the original documentation from when you worked with my father. I have all the proof. So,” I say, smiling. “You

aren’t just going to lose your business, you’re going to jail.” “Fuck you,” he whispers. I get my phone out of my pocket to call my lawyer and let him know what’s going on. I knew if I called before, he would have told me not to come here. But fuck that. I wanted to be here to see his face when I told him exactly what happened. I wanted him to know what he did and explain it in painful detail. Now though, Jerry can come with the cops and handle it. I’ve said my piece, almost. After hanging up with Jerry, I nod to his chair. “Sit the fuck down.” On shaky legs he does as I tell him. “You’ve stolen everyone I love away from me, everyone. I don’t want an apology, I got what I want. But you’re going to apologize to Brooke. You won’t say anything else other than you’re sorry and her studio is safe.” Picking up the phone he has on his desk, I dial Brooke’s number and hand it to him. “You owe her this.”

Chapter Twenty Brooke Locking up the studio, I hail a cab and climb in. Every day since I walked out of Owen’s penthouse, I hope to open a cab door and see him getting in the other side. But considering it’s been a month, I’m doubtful at this point it will happen. Which just makes my broken heart hurt that much more. He obviously went and handled Pete, because when I got the phone call of him apologizing to me and telling me my studio was safe, I knew Owen was behind it. It kills me knowing that even though I hurt him so badly, he still wanted to take care of that for me. I’ve tried several times to get in touch with Owen, but my calls go straight to voicemail and my texts go unanswered. I don’t blame him, I lied. There is nothing worse. Actually there is...falling in love with the guy you lied to. How do you recover from that? I reach into my purse for my phone and send Olivia a quick text telling her to be at my place in

an hour. It’s girls night and we are going to get drunk, watch chick flicks, and apparently talk. She refused to let me keep myself locked away any longer, so it was either this or go out drinking. I’m not ready to go out. Once I’m home, I take a quick shower and toss on some jeans and a T-shirt. Throwing my wet hair into a bun, I go sit on the couch. Picking up my phone I pull up Owen’s number. My finger hovers over it as I stare at his name. Ace. A tear runs down my face and I click my phone off. If he wanted to hear from me he’d have answered me by now. He’s moving on and it hurts so much. A knock on the door has me jumping up. Even though I know it’s Olivia, a tiny part of me wonders if it could maybe be Owen. When I swing it open to Olivia’s smiling face, I try to force a grin. “You look like shit. You could at least try to be a little happy to see me. That forced grin is hurting my eyes,” she says, pushing her way past me. Her long blonde hair is up in a ponytail, she has no makeup on and is wearing sweat pants, but she still looks a hell of a lot better than I do. “You wanted to do this,” I say, leaning against the counter.

Getting two glasses out of the cabinet, she places them on the counter. “Damn right I wanted to do this. You’ve been miserable and I’m here to help.” Pouring us some wine, she hands me a glass. “So, let’s get drunk and figure this out,” she says, raising her glass. A few hours later we are pretty drunk. We’ve talked about everything, but Owen. Work, food, movies, friends, family...everything. But looking at her now with that smirk on her face, I think my time of avoiding it is just about up. “What’s your plan?” she asks, looking up at me from her seated position on the floor. “My plan is get drunk and go to bed,” I say, tossing back the rest of my wine. She yanks the pillow I’m holding out of my grasp, and hits me with it. “Stop avoiding it. I’m here to help.” Dropping my head back onto the couch, I sigh. “You can’t help. There’s nothing to do. I lied. There’s no recovering from that. Nothing I can say or do to fix it. So yeah, I’m avoiding it.” “Do you want him back?” Closing my eyes, I picture his handsome face. “More than anything,” I whisper. “So stop laying around defeated and beaten

down. You made this mess, you need to clean it up,” she says, resting her hand on my knee. Looking down at her, I wipe my tears. “How?” ** Opening my eyes, my head is pounding. “Ugh,” I moan, holding the pillow over my head. Thinking back on last night, I start to remember what Olivia and I talked about. She told me I need to make this right. I need to show him how sorry I am, explain I never meant to hurt him. Trying to think of what I would want if he lied to me, I formulated a drunk plan. It may do absolutely nothing, but if I don’t try I’ll wonder forever. Slowly getting out of bed, I go into the bathroom and swallow down some Ibuprofen. Hoping it kicks in soon, I go lay on the couch. I’m exhausted but my thoughts are consumed by Owen. The guilt is eating me alive, keeping me from sleeping. I try to remember when I fell in love with him, but I can’t. It crept up on me so slowly I didn’t even notice. Until it was too late. The night he walked out and my heart started to bleed, it was like the wind got knocked out of me. It became so

clear that while I was so busy trying to figure out what to do, he snuck his way into my heart. I want that feeling back, but I need to earn it. I know that. A few hours later, dressed in the same black dress that I wore to the bar when the plan was pillow talk, I step out of my apartment. If I’m going to do this, I’m going to try to correct everything. That includes changing this dress from being the one that started my lie, to the one that I wore when we started over. At least I hope so. Getting into a cab, I tell him where to go and I look out the window. I think back to the night I tried to quit on Pete, how I saw that couple embracing on the street and felt a pang of jealousy. If Pete had just let me go, none of this would be happening and we’d be that couple. Closing my eyes briefly, I try to clear my mind the same way I do before I get on stage. I can’t do this if I’m caught up in wishing for what should have been. I need to focus on what could be. When the cab drops me off my heart is pounding in my chest. I’m more nervous than I’ve ever been. Everything is on the line here and if I can’t fix this now I’ll never be able to. So with more determination than I’ve ever had, I stand and wait. Twisting my hands together, I chew on my

bottom lip. It’s the longest fifteen minutes of my life. Owen comes into view and I want to fall to my knees. All my emotions crash over me and I need to use them to help me. “Owen Thompson, I need you to stop and listen to me,” I say stepping out in front of him. He stops, looking at me with wide eyes. I believe a part of him knows what’s going on. We’re in Central Park, right where his father proposed to his mother. It’s the middle of the day and I’m dressed like I’m ready for a night out. “Don’t say anything, please just listen,” I say as I slowly get closer to him. “I messed up, no that’s an understatement, I fucked up. What I did is totally unforgivable, but here I am asking you to forgive me anyway.” Running his hands through his hair, he looks around at the crowd of people starting to gather around us. “Brooke…” he starts. Shaking my head, my curly hair bouncing around me, I hold up my hand. “No, please let me say what needs to be said.” I stand about a foot away from him and my body aches for his touch. Choking back the emotion I feel, I continue. “I’m sorry I lied to you. I’m not just saying the words

Owen, I’m out here announcing them for everyone to hear.” The loud chatter around us starts to disappear and it’s just us. My eyes lock onto his. “I never meant to hurt you. I would never intentionally hurt you. I was scared and I let the fear win. But losing you, losing what we had together, that scares me even more. I didn’t do what I did to cause you any more pain. It kills me knowing what you’ve been through and knowing that I am now cause for more pain. I dance, it’s what I do. It’s where my heart has been my entire life. I love it, I strive to always do it. But I don’t want to dance with anyone, but you.” Taking two steps closer, I blink back the tears. “I miss you so much. I can’t breathe, I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. I’m sorry for everything. For lying, for hurting you, for taking away your trust. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to fix it, nothing. Please Owen, believe me.” “Believe her man,” a huge burly guy yells. “This is the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen.” I hear someone else say. Tuning out the rest of the yelling, I focus on him. He hasn’t run yet and I’ve got his full attention so that’s something. Seeing the emotion on his face, I can’t stop a few tears from rolling

down. Quickly wiping them, I step right up to him. Reaching my hand out to the right, I grab the red rose from someone in the now very large crowd. Holding it out to him, he grins. “I don’t have much to give you, nothing but this rose, a promise and me. I promise to always be faithful, truthful, and a pain in your ass. You’re my Ace and I’m your blue eyes. I’ll never keep anything from you again.” Placing my hand on his chest, causing us both to close our eyes from the contact, I take a breath. “My body aches for you, my thoughts are consumed with you, my heart bleeds for you. I know it will take time to trust me, but I promise you I’ll make it worth it. I’ll make you happy, Owen.” Looking out at the hushed crowd I see Olivia and she smiles. “I love you Owen Thompson and I’m here in front of all these people asking you to give me another chance.” It’s probably a second, but standing there shaking with fear, it feels like an hour before he says anything. Wrapping an arm around me, he holds me close, lifting my chin to look at him. “I love you too Brooke Alexander and damn you for recreating this.” He looks around at the large crowd before searching my eyes. “It’s not going to be

easy. You need to know that. I’m a stubborn man, but I also got a second chance. This relationship deserves one.” We both grin and I crash my lips to his. The applause, hooting and cheering from the crowd make me smile against his mouth. But once I have his taste in my mouth, the smile disappears and I let out a soft moan. Breaking the kiss, he rests his forehead on mine. “I’ve missed you, blue eyes.” “I’ve missed you more, Ace.”

Chapter Twenty-One Owen One Year Later Laying in bed staring at Brooke sleeping, I run my finger down her cheek. Every night for the last six months since she moved in, I’ve watched her sleep. When she first moved in, I think I watched her sleeping because I didn’t think it was real. That everything we’d been through, everything we’d moved past, lead to this. It wasn’t easy. It took a long time before I honestly started trusting her. I tried to see her point of view, why she felt she needed to lie. Her being scared, hurts me more than pisses me off. I’d much rather she would have felt she could have talked to me, but we’ve both learned a lot. She’s learned that telling me what’s going on builds my trust, I’ve learned that listening makes her more comfortable and we’ve both learned to open up. There are no more secrets, no more hiding. She knows everything about me and I know everything about

her. The last year has been the best of my life. I no longer feel like the world is against me and that I’m living in a dark tunnel. She brought light into my life, pulled me out of the tunnel, and reminded me what happiness is. Brooke is the love of my life, she literally holds my heart in her hands. And I know I hold hers. It’s something I’ll never take for granted, because if nothing else I know how your life can change in the blink of an eye. Losing her is not an option. I love her too much. Knowing that Pete is rotting in jail helps with keeping me happy. He got what he deserved and clearing my father’s name, well that was for me and my parents. I wasn’t willing to give up the fight they started until I won. Now that I have, I feel like my parents can rest in peace. They deserved so much more, but this is something I could give them now. Like most nights Brooke must feel me staring and flickers her eyes open. “Hey,” she says, cupping my face in her hand. “You okay?” Smiling, I kiss her full lips. “I’m great, blue eyes.” “Can’t sleep?” she asks, searching my eyes. “I will soon. Go back to sleep,” I say, grabbing

her hand and kissing the palm. Trying to keep her eyes open, she moves her body even closer to mine. “I’m excited for tomorrow.” “You should be. Being invited to dance with Juilliard again is a big deal. I want to make all your dreams come true,” I say, moving a loose piece of hair off her face. “You do everyday, Ace,” she says, grinning. “Just what I want. Now, get some sleep,” I say, kissing her forehead. Her eyes start to close and pop back open. “Hey Ace,” she says. “What, blue eyes?” “What’s your dream?” she questions, searching my face. “This,” I say, locking my eyes with hers. “You. You are my dream. I’m not opposed to making you my wife and having some kids either,” I say with a wink. A huge smile spreads across her gorgeous face. “You want kids?” I lightly laugh and nod. “Of course I do. A little piece of me and a little piece of you. He’ll be a pain in the ass and an entitled prick,” I say, laughing.

It took her a long time to get back to calling me an entitled prick. It took a lot of explaining and promising I don’t take offense to it and that it makes me laugh. Once she felt comfortable with it again, she quickly got back to saying it. “He could be a she, ya know.” She laughs. “Oh fuck,” I say, laughing. She starts to doze off and I rest my head on my arm. She has no idea tomorrow after her performance that I’m going to ask her to marry me. In Central Park, with a red rose, and a promise to always love her. But unlike my dad I’ll have a ring to give. Popping her eyes open, she smiles. “I love you, Ace.” “I love you too, blue eyes,” I say, kissing her. The way we met may not have been ideal, but it will always be our story. Not my favorite part of the story, but it gets better from there. And I know for sure how it ends. It ends with Brooke, wrapped in my arms, with a huge smile and lots of pillow talk.

The End

Acknowledgements To you, yes you, the one reading this. Thank you for reading Pillow Talk. Beth Hurley, Rhiannon King, Nan Haven, Lauren Renay Thank you doesn’t seem enough. I truly appreciate everything you do for me. To all the ladies in my garage. Thank you for your endless support, all the laughs, and your dirty minds. Mostly, thank you for making the garage my favorite place to be. To all the bloggers and readers who support me. Thank you for taking the time to read my books and share them. I can’t tell you how much it means to me. Every like, comment or share is appreciated more than you could imagine.

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Chapter One Shawn “Another shot,” I demand, shoving the glass toward the graying haired bartender. He pours it, but holds out his hand for money before passing it my way. Fucking prick. I’ve got money, I’m sure as hell not looking for a freebie. When he slides it over, I toss it back before he even puts the money in the register. “Holy shit, Shawn Tate. When did you get back into town?” I hear as someone slaps my shoulder. Slowly turning my body, getting the full effect of how drunk I actually am, I see Dean Simmons. We were friends in high school, but that was a long time ago. “Hey man, I just got into town a few hours ago,” I say, reaching for my glass of Johnnie Walker. He must think I’m looking to bullshit and sits on the wooden stool next to me. He looks exactly like most people in this shit hole town do, over worked and underpaid. The tired bags under his eyes, no label clothes he’s wearing and the damn

dirty white sneakers, just like everyone in this run down bar. “You here visiting your dad?” he asks before taking a sip of his cheap beer. Sipping my scotch, I slightly shake my head. “No, I’m back,” I say with a smile. “You left New York to come back to this place? What the hell is wrong with you?” he asks, laughing. My eye catches the first woman in this place that I wouldn’t mind bending over this bar and I lick my lips. I watch her order a two Martinis and it’s the most entertainment I’ve enjoyed since I walked in here. She leans against the bar and I get the perfect view of her sexy, tight body. Her tits are nearly spilling out of the form fitting dress she has on. My eyes travel down the length of her body, imagining it was my hands. She reaches down to pick up the money she dropped and when I see her firm ass I know I’m going to drag her into the bathroom and fuck her before I leave. “Shawn?” Dean says, breaking me out of my eye fucking. Turning my hardened gaze back to him, I grin. “My company wanted to open a place on the west coast and hired me to run it. So, yeah I’m back, but

only for work.” I watch the sexy blonde walk over to a table and place both drinks down. She’s alone and I’m about to fix that. I toss back the last of my scotch and stand up. “I’ll see you around Dean,” I say, slapping him on the back as I walk away. Even with the liquor running through my veins, I’m not drunk enough to go home, I need something else to relax me. This woman is going to do just that. “You look like you could use some company,” I say, giving her a half grin. She looks up at me and smiles before taking a sip of her drink. “Just waiting for my friend to get here.” She licks a drop of vodka off her lip, and I raise a brow. I pull up a seat right next to her and place my arm on the back of her chair. “A beautiful woman like you shouldn’t wait alone.” My other hand rests on her knee and I wait for her reaction. When she bites her lip I slowly move it up the inside of her thigh. “How about I help you kill some time until your friend gets here?” I say, low and deep in her ear, just as my hand reaches her pussy. Her head falls back slightly, just like I knew it would. “Yes,” she moans out. Standing up, I grab her hand and pull her up.

“Let’s go,” I demand and she happily follows behind me. We get down the hall to where the bathrooms are and I push into the men’s room. Turning around I see she didn’t follow. For fuck sake. I roll my eyes and push open the door. “Sweetheart, you need to be in here too.” She walks in and before she can question anything I push her up against the wall and slam my mouth on hers. It takes her off guard, but that’s what I like. It’s a fucking turn on when they don’t know what’s coming next. I lift her up, digging my fingers into her tight ass, as she wraps her legs around me. Breaking the kiss, I lick a path down to her tits. Her chest heaves, making them nearly spill out of her dress. “Oh God,” she whispers, loving my hands on her. I sit her on the sink and pull away. I don’t know this woman, I don’t know her story and I don’t give a shit. I need my cock buried in some pussy and she’s more than willing. Reaching up her dress, I slowly pull her panties down her silky legs, shoving them in my pocket, before unbuttoning my pants. Freeing my hard cock, I roll a condom on. Lifting her back up, I push her back against the

wall, holding tight to her smooth ass. “Wait,” she rushes out. Wait? Is she fucking kidding? “What if someone comes in?” she questions, looking around. I chuckle and gently suck on her neck. “That’s what makes it exciting. The risk of getting caught. The idea that at any minute that door could open and someone sees my cock buried so deep inside this wet pussy, while you are moaning your orgasm.” Pulling my head back so she can see me, I give her a wink. “You don’t want that?” Rubbing her dripping pussy on my cock, she lets out a moan. “Yes, I want it,” she whispers. I slam into her without any warning and she screams out, hitting her head on the concrete wall behind her. I don’t slow, I need this, I need this release. Her tight pussy feels so good wrapped around me, squeezing my cock as I pound into her. Reaching up, I yank down the top of her dress exposing her tits for me. Leaning forward, I lightly lick her hardened nipples, all while she moans louder and louder. I dig my fingers into her ass, pulling her toward me with every thrust I make. “I’m so close,” she moans out.

“Reach down and rub your clit,” I demand. She does, and her pussy tightens around me. I pick up my pace, drawing myself closer to release. My balls tighten and my legs shake. “Oh God,” she screams out when her orgasm crashes over her. I continue pounding into her until my release finally rips through me. “Fuck,” I groan as my body loses all the tension it was holding. Slowly I let her slide down my body, until she is standing. I pull up the top of her dress and when I yank off the condom, I hand her back her panties. As she begins to slide them on, the door opens and I grin. The old bastard who walks in missed one hell of a show. I button my pants before wrapping my fingers in her hair. “Fucking amazing,” I whisper before kissing her lips gently. “Good night, baby.” Walking outside, I smile. Now I can go face my father.

Chapter Two Jana “So we will be gone for two weeks. Are you sure you don’t want to just come along?” my mother asks, putting the last of her clothes in the suitcase. I laugh as I plop down on her bed. “Mom, I’m twenty-four years old. I’m pretty sure staying here for two weeks to watch the house isn’t going to be difficult.” She smiles and shakes her head. “I know that. I just hate that you will be alone. Why doesn’t Zoey come stay with you?” “Ma, stop. Zo’s excited to have the apartment to herself for two weeks.” I stand up and push her out of the way to zip her suitcase. “You need to stop treating me like I’m a kid.” “You’ll always be my baby,” she says, pushing my long brown hair off my shoulders. “Zoey only wants that apartment to herself so she can have sex with her boyfriend.” She huffs. I laugh and pull her suitcase off the bed. “Damn right she does. If I had a boyfriend you bet your ass he’d be here with me.”

“Jana, please I don’t want to hear about your sex life,” she says, applying her lipstick. “Nothing to hear, Ma,” I groan out. “Susan, aren’t you ready yet? We need to leave soon if we are going to make our flight,” Jim, my stepdad, says, rushing into the bedroom. They’ve been married for ten years and he surprised her with a trip to Hawaii for their anniversary. I’m glad she found him, she deserves this happiness. She gave up a lot of herself to raise me alone and it’s something I’ll never forget. I smile and hand him my mom’s things. “She’s ready. She was just telling me how I’m still a child,” I joke. “Well, to her you always will be,” he says, giving me a kiss on the cheek. “Don’t burn this place down while we’re gone. I’ll be pissed.” I laugh walking out of the room. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited to have this huge house to myself for two whole weeks. I love my apartment, but it’s small and Zoey’s a slob. This place is like a damn dream. I may even try to cook something in that gourmet kitchen they just renovated. “Jana, I left the number of the hotel, just in case I can’t get a cell signal. Do you have enough cash? Jim, give Jana some cash,” she yells, rushing

around. “Ma, relax. I have money I don’t need yours. Stop worrying and go enjoy your anniversary.” After another twenty minutes of them trying to give me cash, show me how to use all the remotes and teaching me how to set the alarm, they are finally leaving. My mom wraps me in a tight hug. “Be a good little girl,” she whispers. “You know I always am.” Which unfortunately is true. Sometimes I just want to do something that is unexpected. Once they are gone, I look around with a huge smile. All mine, for two weeks anyway. I even took two days off of work so I could just relax and sleep in. Sitting down on the couch, I flip the TV on and grab my cell phone. I pull up my favorite pizza place, and order a large bacon and pineapple pie. They say it’s going to be an hour, but I don’t care. I decide to go take a long hot shower. Not something I can do at home. We run out of hot water fast, but here it’s endless. Running outside, I grab my toiletry bag out of my car. Closing the door behind me, I laugh to myself when I don’t lock it or set the alarm. Those two act as if they live in the slums,

but it’s a beautiful, safe neighborhood. Nothing like where my apartment is. I set the shower and step in letting the water pound on me. It feels so good letting the water pound my tired muscles. My imagination starts to wonder as my eyes drift closed. The soapy water running down my body, my hands running along my hardened nipples. Snapping my eyes open, I shake my head. God, it’s been so long since anyone has touched me. I miss the feeling of strong hands on my wet body. Stepping out of the shower, wrapping a huge white fluffy towel around myself, I go back to the guest room, well my room for now. Pulling on my white silk bathrobe, there is no need for a night shirt or hell panties. I’m here alone. Plus, having this material rub against my naked body feels fucking amazing. Brushing my hair, I pull it off my face, before going to watch some TV, before the pizza gets here. Taking a detour into the kitchen to get a drink, I stop dead in my tracks. Letting out an involuntary scream, but I’m rooted in place. “What the fuck?” the guy standing in the kitchen says, grabbing his chest. “You scared the shit out of me.”

I scared him? Who the fuck is this and why is he in my mom’s kitchen. I stare at him waiting for him to say something, but he just stands there looking all sexy as fuck. Wait, what the fuck. “Umm who the fuck are you and what the hell are you doing in my mom’s kitchen?” I yell, holding my robe tightly closed. A smirk spreads across his face, his ridiculously handsome face, and he runs his hand through his hair. “This is your mom’s kitchen?” “Look, I don’t know what the fuck you want, but I’m going to ask you nicely to get the fuck out of here before I call the cops,” I say, trying to sound tougher than I am. He tosses his head back laughing and I’m beginning to think he’s crazy. A fucking crazy man is standing a few feet away from me and I’m going to die. He’s laughing about all the ways he’s going to torture me before he kills me and no one will know for at least two weeks. “I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he says. Damn, I wish I would have had some mind blowing sex before I died. This is going to suck. “Yeah, so I’m going to call the cops now,” I

say as I slowly back away from him. “Good, tell them Jim’s son is home,” he says with a laugh. Jim’s son? What the fuck? “You’re Jim’s son, Shawn?” I ask completely shocked. I’m sure it shows on my face, but damn they haven’t talked in years and now he’s standing in the kitchen. “And you’re Jana, Susan’s daughter,” he comes back with, letting his eyes roam all over my body. “You always walk around like this in front of people?” What a prick, hot as fuck, but still a prick. He stands in front of me and I’m surrounded by his smell. It’s a mix of expensive cologne and scotch. His intense blue eyes lock onto mine, holding me in place. “I guess I’m your stepbrother.”

Chapter Three Shawn Of course, the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on is my stepsister. I can tell she’s checking me out and not as her stepbrother, but as a guy she wants to rip off that silk robe. That thing is doing nothing to hide her hard nipples, which isn’t good for me right now. Since the idea of bending her over that stool, gathering that wet hair in my hands, and fucking her, keeps flashing in my head. “What are you doing here? I mean, sorry, but Jim didn’t say anything about you coming,” she says, making me focus on her full lips. “He didn’t say anything because he doesn’t know.” I cross my arms and look around. “Is he home?” The doorbell rings and she rushes to answer it. I grab onto her arm and stop her from going any further. She yanks her arm out of my hold and pins me with a look that I assume is her attempting to look angry. Her green eyes bounce back and forth studying mine. “What the fuck are you doing?” she yells. I shake my head pushing past her. “Why the

fuck would you think it’s alright to answer the door wearing that? Go put some damn clothes on,” I bark at her. She needs to cover up, because I’m not a man who likes to be tested. Right now she’s testing me whether she knows it or not. “It’s my pizza you asshole,” she yells at my back. Opening the door I pay for her pizza and bring it back to the kitchen, where she is still standing in that fucking robe. “Seriously Jana, go put something on,” I say, tossing the pizza down on the granite-covered island. “No, I just took a shower and I’m sure as hell not changing because you asked me to. I’m comfortable.” She pulls a plate out of the cabinet and that useless white material rides up exposing the rounded bottom of her ass. Rushing behind her I pull the plate away and grab onto her shoulders, holding her gaze. “I’m not asking, I’m telling you. Go into your fucking bedroom and put some clothes on.” Breathing heavily from being completely turned on, I lean against her letting my lips brush against her ear. “Now,” I whisper.

Pulling back I run my hand through my hair as my eyes wander all over her. She’s breathing even more heavily than I am as she leans her slender body against the counter. It brings a smirk to my face knowing that I’m getting to her. Slowly, she pushes off the counter and quietly walks down the hallway to her room. I grab a slice of pizza and take it to the couch with me. Looking around I’m impressed with what my dad did with this house. Growing up it sure as hell didn’t look like this. Especially after my mom died and it was just the two of us. I guess he’s doing pretty well for himself. He’s got the wife, the house and even a little girl. It’s a fucking dream I’m sure. Jana comes out of the kitchen with her pizza, in a t-shirt and sweatpants, and sits in the chair on the opposite side of the room. I grin as I finish off my food. “What time is Jim expected home?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. She shakes her head as she bites into her pizza. Who knew watching someone eat, who is fully clothed, could be a turn on. “You’ll be waiting a while. They just left for Hawaii a few hours ago,” she says while she continues to watch TV.

Unreal. “For how long?” She glances over and shakes her head. “What the hell does it matter? You need money or something?” Anger boils up inside me as I bolt up off the couch. I cage her in and don’t even give a fuck she looks scared. “Let’s get something straight here. I don’t need shit from him, never have, never will. I sure as fuck don’t want or need his money, I make plenty of that on my own. Don’t assume you know me sweetheart, you don’t have a clue.” I push off the chair and go into the kitchen. Jim has to have some good liquor in this dream home of his. I spot a cabinet and push it open. A bottle of Jack sits on the high shelf, and I marvel at its amber color. This will taste so good going down, and it does. Jana avoids all eye contact as I take my seat and kick my feet up on the coffee table. “They won’t be home for two weeks,” Jana says, avoiding eye contact. Damn, two weeks. He’s going to be pissed. I smirk as I sip my whiskey. Looking over at Jana, she focuses on the TV and I figure why not drink and get to know my stepsister. “You live here?” I ask. She turns her head and as soon as we make

eye contact she looks down. “No, I don’t live here. I’m watching the house for them while they’re gone.” “Just you?” She sighs, twisting toward me. “Yes, just me. This is my vacation.” I dip my eyebrows and look around the house. “Staying here is your vacation?” “Not everyone makes fistfuls of money, Shawn. So, yeah staying here in this big house all by myself is my vacation.” Well fuck that’s pathetic. Staying home is not a vacation. Going to an island, drinking, fucking, that is a vacation. I hold up the Jack and she smirks. “You want a drink on your vacation?” She goes to get up, but I shake my head. Grabbing her a glass, I pour her drink and bring it out to her. “Thanks,” she says, swirling the liquor around, and I watch a moment as the ice cubes clank against the glass. I pour a bit more into mine and place the bottle on the coffee table. “What else did you have in mind for your vacation?” She smiles and fuck, she’s even hotter when she doesn’t look like she wants to hurt me. “I’ve

only got two days off work, but I intend on sleeping late, getting drunk and relaxing.” “Alone?” “Yep,” she says, sipping her drink. “No boyfriend?” I ask. She glances down, rubbing her finger along the edge of the glass. “Nosey bastard aren’t you?” No boyfriend. “Just trying to get to know you,” I say, lifting my shoulders. She rolls her bright green eyes and puts her glass down. “Not much to know. No, no boyfriend. I’m a nurse’s aide at Fuller’s Nursing Home. I live with my best friend. What about you?” “No boyfriend for me either,” I joke. She laughs and I can see her getting more comfortable with me. I’m not sure it’s a good thing considering my thoughts are leaning toward seeing her in her nurse’s uniform. “Come on. I just told you stuff, give me something,” she pleads, jutting her lip out and all. “Fine. I’m moving back here and if you’re okay with it, I’d like to stay here until my place is ready,” I say. Maybe it’ll be more fun to stay here instead of the hotel down the road. “As long as you don’t intrude on my vacation, I guess it’s alright.”

I get up and cage her in once again, but slowly this time. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” I say, seductively, giving her a half grin. Standing up, I notice the flushed look on her face and I’d be willing to bet her pulse is racing. I’m not sure it’s something I should entertain, but the fucking thought of her being my stepsister makes it all that much hotter. Giving a whole new meaning to the excitement of getting caught.

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Prologue ─────────────── Too many shots of whiskey. My head’s all over the place. A long day, followed by a longer night. Headlights blind me. A horn blares. Jerking the wheel, I spin to a stop. The deafening sound of tires squealing, metal twisting, and glass smashing fill my ears. Then quiet. Suddenly, stone sober, my heavy breathing is the only sound. What the hell did I do? My heart pounds as I jump out and race over to the SUV wrapped around the stout trunk of an oak. Fear brings me to a stop. An arm dangles from the passenger door. The driver stares back at me, twisted and mangled against the airbag. Nothing can be done. No one is alive. Blood. Smoke. Silence. I’m not taking the blame for this. No way. I’ve got too much to lose. Climbing back into the car, I do the only thing that makes sense. The only thing I can to protect myself. I flee.

I flee the wreckage, never looking back.

Chapter One ─────────────── Asher Tightening the last bolt on the alternator, I lay the wrench down and pick up the already grease-filled rag to wipe my hands. It’s Friday, and I’m ready to get the hell out of this car shop. Brett leans his burly ass on the Jeep Liberty I just replaced the alternator on. “You want to go have some fun tonight?” he asks. His black hair falls into his eyes, as he crosses his muscular tattooed arms. Grinning, I turn my head. “If hitting the bar and finding some chicks is what you have in mind, then I'm game.” “Exactly what I have in mind. You ready to get out of here?” Wiping the sweat off my face with my shirt, I shake my head. “I need to wait until this chick comes to pick up her Jeep. I’ll meet you at the bar.” Everyone, including Robert, my boss, leaves, while I’m stuck waiting on this woman, which pisses me off. I have Jack Daniels and pussy waiting for me. Running my hand through my hair, I go into the office and get her paperwork and keys

ready. The faster I get her out of here, the faster my night can start. “Hello?” a soft sultry voice calls. Damn, finally. I make my way down the small hallway from the office and meet her in the garage. With everyone gone, the concrete walls echo with every step I take. She’s leaning on my red Snap-On tool box, which irritates me. No one touches my tools or my box, it’s a respect thing in the garage. None of us do it. I need her out of here. “Hey, Miss…” I glance down at the paperwork to get her name, “Stevens. I replaced your alternator and battery, also topped off your fluids. You should have no problems now,” I say, handing her the paperwork. “Stacey,” she corrects, dropping the papers on the hood, as she moves closer to me. Her brown eyes track over my navy mechanics shirt. Lifting an eyebrow, I lean against the driver’s side door. “I’m sorry?” “You don’t need to call me Miss Stevens. My name is Stacey.” A seductive smile pulls at her full lips. My eyes run up and down her body, and I realize how fucking hot she is. If she bends over in those little black shorts, I’m sure her round ass will

be on full display for me. Her full tits spill out of her low-cut pink tank top, and suddenly I’m not so pissed she waited to show up until everyone was gone. “Alright, Stacey, I just need you to sign the paperwork since you already paid and we can both get on with our Friday night.” Moving a few steps closer, she places her tiny hand on my arm. “Am I holding you up from something, Mr...” she trails off, smiling up at me. “No mister, just Asher. And yeah, you are, Stacey. I’ve got a drink and some ladies waiting on me,” I say, grinning. “I’m sorry to have held you up, Asher.” Slowly, her hand travels to my chest and works its way down. Slender fingers grip onto the waist of my jeans and she bites her lip looking up at me. “I can make it up to you.” This isn't anything new. You'd be surprised how many women are ready to pull their panties down when they pick up their car. But her confidence makes her sexier, and I slightly tilt my head. “How exactly would you like to do that Stacey?” Unbuttoning my jeans, she smiles at me. “I have an idea.”

My cock is already hard when she drops to her knees in front of me. Pulling down my zipper, she frees my cock and wraps her hand around it, slowly pumping. When she licks the tip, it takes all my willpower not to thrust my hips forward. Gripping her long blonde hair, I pull her head closer to my dick. She wraps her lips around my cock and starts sucking like a damn pro. It feels so good, but the need to fuck her mouth is intense. Tightening my hold on her hair, I thrust my hips forward and son of a bitch, she just takes it. Her fingers dig into my legs through my jeans, and she keeps moaning. It’s hot and I can’t help but let my eyes drift closed. She continues to suck me, taking me to the back of her throat each time. When she lets out a loud moan, I open my eyes, looking down at her on her knees before me. Lifting my eyes, I almost stop when I see another chick standing there, watching. Not watching in disgust, watching like this is the hottest thing she’s ever seen. She's beautiful. Long legs accented by red heels, brown hair cascading like a waterfall over her shoulders, and big eyes that take in each push and pull of my cock into Stacey’s mouth. I can’t look away from her captivating blue

eyes. So, I fuck Stacey’s red lips, while fantasizing it’s the soft, pink lips of the girl standing by the door. “Fuck, you like this, don’t you?” I ask blue eyes. Stacey moans thinking I’m talking to her. Blue eyes doesn’t answer, doesn’t even nod, but she never pulls her eyes away. I’m willing to bet her panties are fucking soaked just from watching, and I don’t intend to disappoint. Pumping my hips, I fuck Stacey’s mouth like it’s blue eyes’ wet pussy. As if she knows, she lets out a soft moan, biting her lip after. I’m not going to last much longer. I can feel myself almost there. “I’m going to come, and I want you to fucking take it all,” I grunt out. Stacey moans once more, and that’s all it takes. I explode in her mouth, and she takes every drop I have to give. I don’t break my focus on blue eyes, even as I come down Stacey’s throat. When I’m done, she slowly pulls off my cock, and I momentarily look down at her. She’s smiling, and I give her a little half-grin. “I hope that makes up for me being late,” she says, licking her lips. When I look up, blue eyes is gone, and I wonder if she was ever really there. Smiling down

at Stacey, I help her up. “That more than makes up for it.” I tuck myself away and button my jeans. “Here’s your keys and paperwork,” I say, grabbing it all off the hood. “If you have any more problems, make sure to give us a call,” “Oh, right, okay,” she says, looking disappointed. I'm sure she thinks I'm an asshole, but she can’t honestly think this was anything more than a blow job. Without a word, she climbs into her jeep. I watch her back out of the garage and take a second to look around for blue eyes. No one is here, so she either left or was one hell of a fucking fantasy. Either way, I’m not about to think too much on it, I have a bottle of Jack waiting for me.

Chapter Two ─────────────── Payton I readjust the thin straps on my red sundress and dab a bit of clear gloss on my lips. Don't want to overdo it on my first day. Working for my father should be easy. How hard is ordering parts? My heels click against the tile floor of my apartment to grab my purse, and then I head down to the shop. I breathe in the fresh Long Island summer air and smile. My new home that I’ve lived in for about a month or so. This tiny New York town is perfect for me. After living on the west coast most of my life, it’s a long overdue change. When I arrive at the shop, the smell of oil and sweat greets me. I glance around for the man I saw last night when I dropped my car off to be fixed. Not expecting to see that when I came to the shop. At all. Who does that? Wonder what my father would think to know his employees are busy getting favors from his clients. But, I’d never say a word. Nope my lips are sealed. To each his own. My dad looks up from behind the counter and frowns. “Payton, you should've worn jeans.”

I shake my head and walk over to kiss his cheek. “I think there's enough testosterone in here.” “It's a garage not a fashion show,” he says, leading me down a hallway to the office. “Well this place could use a woman’s touch,” I tell him. I already know that customer service counter needs some fresh flowers. It's boring and drab. “Fire up the computer,” he says, shaking his head. “I'll be back in a few to get you started.” The leather chair let's out a squeak when I sit down. I survey the office. How do people work like this? It's four white walls, one with a time clock, a desk, two leather chairs and a trash can. This room needs some life if I'm going to be spending eight hours a day here. I pull the daisy covered pen holder from my purse and set it on the oak desk. It's a start. As I’m booting up the computer, the door creaks open. “Who are you?” a husky voice asks. I swivel around. “Payton.” I look up and my heart slams against my chest. It’s him—blowjob guy. He seems taller, but maybe that's because he's not hunched over shoving his dick down someone's

throat. He's hot; I'll give him that. Brown hair all over the place, green eyes full of mischief, and a body that clearly shows he visits the gym often. Unable to stop it, my cheeks warm. “You work here?” he asks. “Yes.” We both gawk at each other while the air in this stuffy office fills with awkwardness. “My dad owns the place.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Oh fuck,” he mumbles under his breath. “About last night, I don’t normally do that at work.” “It’s fine.” I want the conversation to end. How uncomfortable. I squeeze my thighs together at the thought of it. Cause if I'm being honest, it turned me on. And I’m not that type of girl. It’s like something else took over, and I stood frozen in place, watching. The man in my office takes a deep breath. “The name’s Asher.” I don’t care, do I? “Nice to meet you. I’m Payton,” I say in a tiny voice. Why am I nervous? His eyes rake over my body, heating it up. Actually, it’s like it sets it on fire or something. I shake my head, regaining control of this

situation. “You know what, don’t let it happen again, or I’ll tell my father,” I say. God, I sound like a narc or a goody-goody. His lip lifts at the one corner. “You wouldn’t want that to happen again with anyone else, would you? Just you, right?” I sit up straighter in my chair. “Uh, no, that’s not what I meant.” He nods, moving closer. “I think it’s exactly what you meant.” Asshole. I wish he’d leave. I need a moment of silence to think about all of these raging emotions I have...well, raging. “Can you please get back to work?” I tap at the keys of the computer, letting him know this conversation is over. His steel-toe boots step closer, and he leans in close to my ear. “I won’t let anyone near my dick unless she’s got lips like yours.” Now that’s done it. My insides burst into flames. I don’t know if it’s from anger or arousal. Either way, he needs to get the hell out of here. So arrogant. I look up at him. “Are you always this...cocky?”

“Asher, I see you met my daughter,” my father’s loud voice barks out. The way he says daughter makes me cringe, like an elementary teacher’s notes they’d send home. Asher snaps his head to my father, before whipping it back to me, searching my face. He narrows his eyes at me and steps away. “Yes, we’re just getting to know each other,” he says, patting my father’s shoulder on his way out. “Payton, come here,” my father motions. “Let me introduce you around.” We walk into the garage where guys are busy under the hood of a car or under a car on the lift and he stops, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. “Guys, this is my daughter, Payton. She’ll be working in the office, so no reason to bother her,” my dad says. The whir of tools and clatter of all things mechanic stops. I don’t want to look around because I know he's in this group of men staring at me. If I could keep my focus on the oil stained concrete floor, that would be great, but it’s impossible. My eyes immediately crash into the green eyes of Asher. He lifts one side of his mouth in a grin, and I ignore him and give a little wave to the guys. After

a few minutes, I turn to go as my dad continues to talk. The morning flies by as my dad teaches me his way of doing things. Answering the phone, filing, ordering parts, it’s all so boring, which is something I’m not used to. I like a challenge, but I know I’m not going to find that here. “Pizza’s in the back room. Go take your break,” my dad says, reading over some paperwork as he walks past me. Walking into the back room, I’m relieved that it’s empty. And when I say empty, I mean empty. There is a table with four blue backed chairs, a fridge, and a microwave. A counter runs along the wall beside the fridge and it's empty. No cookie jar, no basket for silverware, just a few paper napkins. I'll have to fix that. I grab a slice of pepperoni pizza and sit down at the small, metal table. Taking a bite, I moan at how good New York pizza is. When my parents divorced, I’d spend the summers with my father. One of my favorite things in the world is when he would take me into Manhattan to get a pie. Once I hit my teens, my trips here grew further and further apart. I forgot how much I missed being here. Being around him.

“Sounds familiar,” a deep voice says. Swallowing a few times to wet my suddenly dry throat, I take a breath. “Your weekend must’ve sucked if that’s what you remember,” I say, biting into my pizza. He sits down across from me, grinning. “Such a smartass, I like that. But the sucking was only the beginning of my weekend.” “From what I saw, it doesn’t look like you’re too picky about what you like or how bad it sucked,” I say, lifting my shoulders. He laughs. “Sweetheart, you enjoyed watching so much I’m willing to bet you haven’t been fucked in a long time.” What a jerk. A muscular, sexy as fuck, asshole, who is absolutely right. Flipping my brown hair over my shoulder, I put my elbow on the table and rest my chin on my hand. “I’m not your sweetheart, and my sex life is none of your business.” “What the fuck?” my father booms out. “Asher, I assumed you liked your job.” He closes his bright eyes briefly as my father moves closer to the metal table. “Dad, relax. We were talking about a movie, quoting lines from it. Stop jumping to conclusions,

Asher has been nothing but a gentleman,” I say, smiling at Asher when I’m finished. He stands and slaps my dad on the back. “I respect you too much to screw you over, Robert.” Turning his head, he gives me a grin. “I’ll think of a better movie to talk about tomorrow, Payton.” Sitting in the chair Asher just vacated, my dad sighs, running a hand through his salt and pepper hair. “Payton, don’t let these guys try and sweet talk you.” He looks at me over the rim of his black bifocals. “The ones who aren’t married, sleep around and don’t care about women. I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you be a notch in their bed post.” “Nothing to worry about. I’m not here for that.” Getting up I kiss his cheek. “Besides, I can handle myself better than you think.” The rest of the day passes in a whirl of mundane tasks. At six o’clock, I grab my handbag and get ready to go home. Well, my temporary home. As soon as I’m ready, I can move on. Walking through the garage, I smile to the guys still working. This isn't so bad, I made it through my first day. I’m almost out the door when a hand wraps around my wrist. Instinct kicks in, and I toss back an elbow, connecting right to his ribcage.

“Fuck, relax,” Asher grunts. Closing my eyes briefly, I blow out a breath and spin around. “Sorry, self-defense classes are paying off,” I joke, trying to make light of the situation. “Apparently,” he says, releasing my arm. “Thanks for that bullshit story earlier. You know, I’m originally from California. Seems we might have a bit more in common than you think.” Grabbing my keys out of my purse, I shrug. “I doubt that, but no problem about the story. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, Asher.” He nods and goes back to cleaning up his tools. Before I turn and walk outside, I take a second to admire the way his ass looks in his torn jeans. As I hop inside the old, little beater car my father lent me, I take another glance as Asher bends over to pick up a wrench off the ground. I’m not used to a man like him. A take no prisoner kind of attitude. My stomach swims with butterflies as I think about him on my way home.

Chapter Three ─────────────── Asher These past few days with Payton around the office has been a distraction. A distraction I can't afford, since her dad is my boss. She’s cute, though, with her skirts and high heels. I step foot into the break room, and there she is. Huge smile, pink little ribbon in her hair, and a ladder next to her. She looks over at me as I grab a water bottle from the fridge. “Oh, Asher, you’re just the person I wanted to see.” I scrub a hand down my jaw. “Really? Why?” “Can you hold the ladder? I want to hang these.” She points to three small framed snapshots. “Um, does the break room really need pictures?” “These aren’t just pictures. They’re art.” She holds up the framed photo in her hands. “It’s a cute little brook hiding in the mountains. Besides, if you can't be outdoors, why not bring it inside.” It’s as if I’ve just offended the whole country with my statement. She’s upset, judging by the flush on her cheeks, so I set my water down and step closer to grab onto one of the rungs. “Didn’t know

the fate of the world depended on pictures.” She giggles, a soft, cute little laugh. “Well it does.” “Great, we’re all doomed then.” She climbs the ladder, and her long, silky leg brushes past me on her way up. Trying to keep my gaze fixated on the clock, watching the secondhand tick by, I blink as she loses her footing. I reach my hand out to steady her, grazing my fingers along her inner thigh. “Are you ok?” I ask. “I think so.” She straightens her posture. “That picture almost cost you your life. Hope it was worth it.” She looks down at me and our eyes meet. “It is definitely worth it.” My damn hand is still on her leg, and I move it off as quickly as I can. Now I have nowhere to stare. Her legs are right in front of me. I could glance up and maybe catch a quick glimpse of her panties. Idiot. This isn’t high school. I return my attention back to the clock. “There. All finished,” she says, making her way back down the ladder. “Pictures hanging in the break room. All’s right with the world.” I laugh. Her hand slaps my chest, and I like the way

her smile makes her eyes light up. “Thank you for your help,” she says, softly. She’s really fucking close. Her perfume tickles my nose. I step back, crossing my arms across my chest. “No problem.” I need out of here. I step into the hallway and catch Brett walking toward me out of the corner of my eye. “Hey man, want to have a drink tonight?” he asks. “Yes,” I shoot back not even thinking about it. I need to drink tonight. All the beer. I need to get Payton off my mind. Her sexiness and cuteness is just, well...too much. I’ve never really met anyone like her before. I bet they have candy named after her, because she is just that damn sweet. And I'm not really used to sweet. So, yeah, I need a fucking drink. At the end of the day, I walk into the office to clock out. “Sir, if you’ll just let me finish speaking, I’ll explain,” Payton says, tapping a pen on the keyboard. “You were given an estimate which means it could be more or less, depending on what the guys find.” She hasn’t noticed me yet, so I lean against the wall waiting to see how she handles this asshole customer. Her eyebrows draw together in

frustration as she clutches the phone to her ear. “No, sorry. No one else is here. They’ve all left for the night. If you think it’s too much, you can come pick up your car and get a second opinion.” I watch her eyes widen, filling with tears, as her mouth hangs open. It’s like she’s frozen and can’t move. Pushing off the wall, I grab the phone from her. “Listen, you fucking bitch,” is all he gets out. “Excuse me,” I shout. “Come get your fucking car. I’ll be waiting for you.” Slamming the phone down, I search her bright blue eyes. “What the hell was that about?” “Oh...umm...he didn’t like his estimate,” she says, turning away from me. “What did he say to you?” I push. She stands. “Asher, it’s no big deal. Go home. I’ll wait for him to pick up his car,” she says, knocking into my shoulder as she rushes past me. Like hell she will. I look at the computer to see who she was talking to and grab the keys to his Chevy Camaro. I drive it to the front of the building and get out, leaning against it. Lighting up a cigarette, I wait, checking behind me, every so often, to make sure Payton isn’t coming. For some reason, I want to beat the shit out of this guy for

whatever he said to her. Just as I toss my smoke, a Ford F150 pulls in, and I stand up straight. A guy in a suit climbs out of the passenger side. “Where’s the girl I was talking to?” he yells, walking toward me. “You’re dealing with me now,” I say, crossing my arms. He laughs, shaking his balding head. “She has no idea how to deal with customers, or maybe it’s just men. I’d like to speak to whoever’s in charge not the help.” This fucking prick. “You’re speaking to him.” “You’re in charge? Great,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Well, your secretary was rude. When I wanted to discuss the price, she wouldn’t allow me. It was completely unprofessional.” “I stood there and listened in on the conversation, and she wasn’t the problem.” I toss his keys to him and the asshole he is, he misses them. “She needs to be taught how to talk to people,” he says, bending down to pick up his keys. Clenching my fists, I take a step toward him. “Maybe it’s you who needs to be taught, because when I grabbed the phone you were calling her a

fucking bitch. Maybe I should teach you how to be fucking respectful.” Walking past me, he mumbles, “She must be a good lay.” Seeing red, I push him against his car, holding onto his shirt. “You ever talk about her like that again and I’ll fucking kill you,” I say, seething. “Asher,” Payton yells, and I look up, crashing into her blue eyes. “Get the fuck out of here,” I whisper, pushing him against the car before backing up. He peels out of the parking lot. Payton stands still with her arms wrapped around herself, staring past me. Walking over, I gently touch her shoulder. “Payton.” “Why would you do that?” she whispers. Unsure of how to answer, I push my hands into my pockets and shrug. “Asher, why?” “He disrespected you, and it pissed me off.” “You don’t even know me,” she says, tucking a lock of long brown hair behind her ear. “No, I don’t know you, but I know you deserve respect. Everyone does.” I hate the way I felt when that asshole was disrespecting her. A small smile pulls at her full lips and she nods. “Yeah, they do.”

“I was going to go have a few drinks with Brett. You want to come? I think you could use one.” I’d sure as hell like her to come. Over and over while I’m slamming into her. “Oh, umm,” she starts, pausing to look around, “you know if my dad found out, you’d probably lose your job. I’ll just go home and have a drink, but thanks.” She turns to go back into the garage, and I make an unexpected offer, “Dinner and beer at my place. My treat. No strings. Just friends. No one will know.” She stops. It seems like a lifetime before she answers. “You know what? Screw it. I’d like that.” We exchange numbers, and I give her my address. On the way home, I cancel with Brett and hit the grocery store to pick up all the things I need to grill some chicken kabobs. Yeah, I like cooking. My parents taught me well. Twenty minutes later, I enter my place and toss my keys on the small cherry table by the door. After a quick shower, I throw on a fresh pair of jeans and a black button-down shirt. I don’t know why I’m dressing up for Payton, but I am. It's not like this is a date. She seems like a nice girl, and I don’t normally do nice girls. Maybe we could be

friends, though. Wow. That’s something I’ve never done before. Friends with a girl. Hey, crazier shit has happened. I fire up the grill and prepare dinner. When they’re done, I set everything up on the granite island and glance around at the stark white kitchen. I'll admit it, I cleaned the stainless appliances and they gleam like a motherfucker. But this is not a date. There’s a knock at my door, and I rush to answer it. Running my fingers through my hair, I spot her on my doorstep. Fuck, she’s sexy. Her little red dress and sandals are perfect and match her ruby, red lips. Not a date. Friends. Just friends. I can do this. “Come on in,” I say, ushering her inside. She’s shy, moving slowly past the threshold, and I place my hand on the small of her back. She immediately sidesteps out, and I let my hand fall. It’s awkward for a moment, until she’s in the entryway. “Ready for kabobs?” I ask with a smile. “I’m always ready.” I crack my neck to the side, wishing I could see what else she’s ready for. God, I’d love to find out. She follows me into the kitchen. “I have some

Miller Lite in the fridge. You can grab one if you want,” I offer, trying to make her feel more comfortable. The whole ‘my house is your house.’ She pulls two bottles of beer from the fridge, and my chest warms at the sight. After the food is plated, I slide hers over to her and she takes a bite. She licks her fingers with an ‘mm’ and my dick twitches. Fuck. Stop. This is friends. We grab our plates and head into the living room. “I like your house,” she tells me. “Thanks, the open floorplan is one of the things that sold me on it.” She glances around at the furnishings—large flat screen tv on the wall, bookcase, leather sofa and recliner—and I wonder what she thinks of my lack of bows. I’m a man, so my place isn’t bogged down with frilly decor. It's simple. Like me. Most days. Sure, when I get under the hood of an old car, yeah, I get greasy, but I keep the grease at the shop and my place neat. It isn’t borderline obsessive clean, but everything has its place. Especially my prized possession: a framed Wayne Gretsky signed jersey and official picture. It hangs right over the couch, and Payton stares at it for a moment. “Hockey fan?” she asks, jabbing a thumb over

her shoulder before planting that fine ass on the couch. I sit beside her. “Gretsky fan. Big difference.” “Oh, well hockey’s cool.” “Hockey’s ok,” I say. “It’s so mean.” “Mean?” I take a bite of a green pepper. “They nearly kill each other on the ice. It’s all so violent.” I tilt my head to the side. She’s sweet. “Yeah, I guess it is kind of violent. What about you? Big sports fan?” She shakes her head. “Not really.” “Knitting?” I ask. Confusion is set in her eyes. “I’m sorry?” “Your hobbies. I bet you knit. Like sweaters and shit,” I say, taking another bite. She laughs. “No, I don’t know how to knit.” “So, what does Payton Hudson like to do for fun? You do know what fun is right?” She glares at me, crinkling her nose. “Yes, I know how to have fun.” “That doesn’t involve decorating?” “Oh, ha ha. I sometimes like to hike.” She takes a sip of her beer. I set my plate down, taking a quick swallow of

beer. “Wait a second, you hike?” “Sure. What you don’t think I know how to get dirty?” she asks. Oh damn, I’d love to find out how dirty she can be. Keep it together, man. I stare at her for a moment, trying to think of something to say. “Yeah,” is what I say. “So, you like living here now?” I ask, changing the subject. “Well, I’m not really sure. I mean, I like it here for now.” I raise a brow in question. “For now?” She places her plate down and takes another sip of her beer. “Yeah, for now. Who knows where the road will take me.” She sounds like a wandering traveler, and all of a sudden, I want to know more. I need answers to her past, present, and future.

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Chapter One Brett “Troy, being my wingman doesn’t mean sit at the bar ignoring me. Christ, you’re fucking useless,” I say, grabbing a seat. My best friend, Asher really screwed me over by falling in love. Don’t get me wrong, he deserves to be happy and all. He just didn’t take me into consideration when he handed over his heart...and balls. Thanks to him, I’m stuck looking for a replacement wingman. You’d think these assholes would jump at the chance. I mean most of them would never have a chance with any chicks if it wasn’t for me. Yet, none of them take it serious. “Thanks man, you make it a real treat to hang out with you,” Troy says, shaking his greasy hair. Tossing back my shot, the warm liquid burning down my throat, I slam the glass down, grinning. “Damn right I do. You’ve gotten laid twice in the last two weeks. Let’s not pretend it isn’t because of me. Sex and you weren’t exactly on the best of terms.” “Whatever. So what’s the plan?”

Tossing back another shot, I scan the room. “That’s more like it, Troy.” My eyes land on a blonde bombshell. She’s got her friend with her, which is where Troy comes in. Slapping him on the back, I push a shot his way. “Drink up, we’re going in.” Troy walks over in his faded, worn-out jeans with a hole near the front pocket and an old t-shirt. Damn, I kind of wished he would have dressed up, maybe even just a little bit. I know I’m in no Armani business suit, but at least my jeans are clean and my t-shirt doesn’t look like it got ran over by a truck. He starts talking to the blonde’s friend. I give them a few minutes before I make my move. The whole point is to make sure the friend is well occupied before I get over there. With Asher, it was easy. We both knew exactly what to do, but trying to teach someone something that was perfected over years, isn’t that easy. Even for me. I grab a beer and make my way through the crowd over to them. “Troy, hey man. Haven’t seen you in a while. How’s it going?” Scrunching his eyebrows, he looks at me. I slightly widen my eyes, trying to get him to say something. This is what I’m talking about. Fucking idiots.

“Oh, hey Brett,” he says, sticking his hand out to me. Christ. “Don’t be so rude. Why don’t you introduce me to your beautiful friends,” I say, looking right at the blonde, giving her a wink. “Layla,” she says, with a smile. “Gorgeous name for a gorgeous girl. I’m Brett.” Yeah, I’m laying it on thick, but that shit works. After a few minutes of talking, Layla invites us both to sit. Surprisingly, Troy keeps the friend well occupied. So, I take full advantage of the time with Layla. I ask her questions about herself, because I know women, and she’s the type that likes to talk about herself. She comes across as this tightass, but she’s anything but. She’ll happily let me bang her in the bathroom of this bar. Moving closer to her, I rest my hand on her thigh. Glancing down at it, she bites her lip. “Nice ink,” she says. “Thanks, do you have any hidden tattoos?” I ask, with a grin. She laughs, like I knew she would. “No, but I’d really like to get one. I think it’s real sexy,” she says, running her hand up and down my arm. “Do you only have your arms done?”

Trudging my hand through my dark hair, I wink. “No, it’s not just my arms, sweetheart.” Here we go, wait for it. Running her eyes all over me, trying to figure out where my ink is, she smiles. “Where else?” That’s it. Leaning my mouth close to her ear, and my hand closer to her pussy, I nip her earlobe. “How about I show you?” She’s more than willing to grab my hand once I stand up. Leading her to the bathroom, I check over my shoulder to make sure Troy is still keeping the friend occupied. This is by far the best he’s been as a wingman. Maybe he’s trainable after all. Pushing into the bathroom, I slam her against the back of the closed door and kiss down her neck. She lets out a soft moan when I bite her supple skin. Hiking her leg up, I grab it, holding it against my hip. As I work my way down to her tits, I push my hard cock against her. “Oh, Brett,” she moans out, trying to kiss me. Pulling her away from the door, I push her against the wall, keeping my front to her back. I’m all about fucking, but kissing, no. That shit is too personal, too much emotion and feelings happen when you kiss. Since I’m avoiding that car wreck, I

keep it all about the sex. Pulling her hair, I turn her head to face me. “Layla, if you want me to keep going, let me be clear. This is just sex, nothing more. You good with that?” Lust clear in her green eyes, she bites her lip. “Show me those tattoos, Brett.” Yanking off my shirt, her eyes widen. “Damn, that’s hot.” She takes a moment to let her gaze travel over the ink on my arms and chest. Roses on the arm, a cross front and center on my chest. Mi Vida Loca, ‘my crazy life’, scribbled across my pecs. Giving her a half grin, I lift her and she wraps her legs around me. Her hands explore my upper body, as I free her tits from her dress. Sucking a hardened nipple into my mouth, she bucks against me, letting out a loud moan. Sinking my fingers into her ass cheeks, I move to the other tit. She continues to moan, sinking her nails into my back. I need to fuck her. Just like this, pressed against the wall with her tits hanging out. As I start to unbutton my jeans, the door flies open. “Brett, this wingman thing is really working. I’m leaving with Suzie,” Troy announces, before even noticing what the fuck I’m doing. Layla screams and pushes out of my arms,

covering herself quickly. “Troy, get the fuck out of here, man,” I say through clenched teeth. “Oh damn, sorry. Sorry man. Just carry on,” he says, stumbling over his words as he rushes out. Layla, on the other hand stands there with her arms crossed, giving me some evil looking eyes. “Your wingman. Seriously? You set me up,” she yells. Christ. “Layla, come on. Does it really matter? You’re still turned on.” “Was. I was turned on,” she shouts, rushing out the bathroom, letting the hard wooden door slam as it echoes through my ears. “Troy I’m gonna fucking kill you,” I whisper, picking my shirt up to toss back on. Grabbing a seat at the bar, I figure I’ll drown my sorrows. Maybe give Asher a call and tell him a real friend would get his ass down here. “Is this seat taken?” Turning my head, I can’t help the smile that breaks out. “Eva Chapman. How the hell are you?” We met in middle school and she was always fun to hang out with when we were young. I’ve seen her around from time to time over the years, but come to think of it I haven’t seen her around in a while.

She looks damn good. Her long brown hair falls over her shoulders, leading right to her tits. Which look fucking amazing almost spilling out of her dress. That blue dress. Damn, what I wouldn't give to see what's underneath it. Shaking my head, I push away any sexual thoughts of Eva. She's just a friend. Laughing, she sits down. “Better than you, considering I was in the ladies room and overheard.” Groaning, I scrub my face. “Great.” “I’m guessing you need a new wingman?” she asks, laughing again. “Why you want the job?” “Maybe. Maybe I do.”

Chapter Two Eva Brett Daniels. I haven’t seen him around in a while, but as soon as I heard the yelling when I was in the bathroom, I knew who it was. I didn’t need to even hear his name, I just knew it. He’s a player...the player. I’ll admit, he’s good at it. Good enough that if I hadn’t been friends with him since middle school, I’d fall for it all too. The tattoos covering his muscular body, that messy black hair, the facial hair that he keeps trimmed close to his face, and those bright blue eyes. Yeah, he’s fucking hot by anyone’s standards. It’s a good thing I’m immune. “So where’ve you been hiding?” he asks, tossing back a shot of Jack. “I haven’t been hiding, I’ve been busy.” He wiggles his eyebrows and I laugh. “Shut up. So, how’s life without Asher?” Turning in his seat, he rests his tattooed arm on the sticky bar. “You make it sound like he died.” “Well, he did in a sense. He’s not out here having fun anymore. He’s at home with the little woman, picking out wallpaper and curtains,” I joke. He laughs, shaking his head. “You’re right

about that. Still aren’t looking to settle down yourself?” “Brett, you know damn well I’ll never settle down. Wasn’t something that interested me years ago, and it’s only been reinforced now. It’s all about fun. You know that better than anyone.” Relationships are dirty, and complicated. You spend all your time with one person, trying to please them. Trying to make them feel like the center of the universe. Thing is, you shouldn’t need to spend your time convincing someone how amazing they are. If they don’t know it, they aren’t worth your time. I’ve wasted enough of my time. “Oh, you know damn well it’s all about fun for me. Last thing I need is to hand over my balls like Asher,” he says. We spend the next hour catching up and laughing. It feels good to be having fun, feeling carefree. It’s been a hell of a year and right now, sitting here with Brett reminds me how much I’ve been missing. He may come off as a manwhore, sleeping his way around this city, and yeah he is, but I don’t see him that way. I see him as a friend, someone that I wouldn’t mind hanging out with again. “Alright, let’s talk about you needing a

wingman,” I say, feeling the full effects of the alcohol swimming in my veins. “I find your confidence sexy as hell, but you know I need a guy for a wingman. How are you going to distract the friend while I make my move? Unless, wait. Are you into girls now?” he asks, a huge smile breaking out on his face. Tossing my head back laughing, I rest my hand on his large bicep. “It’s only girl on girl when there is a guy there to enjoy it,” I say, giving him a wink. “Hot, but that still doesn’t help.” “You’ve been limited with a guy for a wingman. You haven’t noticed all the action you are missing when a group goes out. I distract the guys, you have your pick of the ladies. It’s simple really. You get action, I get action. It’s a win/win for us both,” I say, flipping my long brown hair over my shoulder. He searches my eyes for a minute, before a smile starts to spread across his face. “Eva, when did you become such a badass?” “I’ve always been a badass, you just never noticed,” I joke. “Bullshit. I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re lying. Plus, you know damn well

I’d notice.” He’s right. I wasn’t always this badass, but things change and you change with them. There’s no going back in time, no second guessing decisions you’ve made. It’s pointless. Life is too short to not have fun while you can. So, yeah, I’ve become badass and I’m damn glad. “My badassery is just something new you’ll have to get used to,” I say, grinning. Smiling, he searches my light brown eyes. “I’ve missed you, Eva Chapman. Let’s give it a go. If it doesn’t work, fuck it. But we’ll definitely be hanging out one way or another.” “Oh it will work. Don’t tell me I’ve got more confidence than you now.” Moving in so close, I can smell the whiskey on his breath, he says, “My confidence is something you should never question, and my big ego should be proof enough.” This is how he does it. Moving closer, talking in that deep, sexy voice. It can make women drop their panties without a subconscious thought. I’m not exaggerating, he’s that fucking good. Not even sure why he’s worried about having a wingman, because he sure as hell doesn’t need one. But in an effort to get some fun back in my life, I’m more

than willing to do it. Pushing on his solid chest, he backs up. “Save your sweet talk for someone it will work on.” “Oh, my sweet talk is something else entirely,” he says, lifting an eyebrow. Rolling my eyes, I finish my drink and stand up. “Okay sweet talker, I’m going home. You still have my cell, so give me a call and we’ll make plans.” Shocking me, he stands and wraps his strong arms around me, lifting me off the ground. “Get ready, you’ve just replaced Asher.” We both laugh, and I walk away, leaving him at the bar. Replacing Asher. Okay, I can live with that.

Chapter Three Brett “Yo, Brett. I said get me an oil filter, not a belt. What the hell are you so distracted about lately?” Charlie yells. “Shut the hell up. I’m not distracted, I just can’t understand you when it sounds like you’re talking with a dick in your mouth,” I toss back, throwing the filter at him. I keep telling everyone, I’m not distracted. There’s no reason for me to be. Just thinking about Eva. Damn, I used to have such a crush on her when we were young. She never took my shit, always gave it as good as she got it. I teased that girl relentlessly, always trying to get her attention. “What the hell are you grinning at, Daniels?” Robert, my boss, asks walking by. Alright, maybe I’m a little distracted. There are days I kick myself in the ass for not going to work for Asher, but I know it wouldn’t have worked. I don’t like taking orders. I sure as hell don’t like taking orders from my best friend. It would have ruined our friendship. I would have ruined it. Asher is the only person who’s been in my life that hasn’t left for one reason or another.

My parents were too busy snorting cocaine to even remember they had a kid. I got shipped off to my grandparents, who tried to teach me right from wrong, but I wasn’t an easy kid to deal with. Too much anger. When my grandparents died, I was left with no one at only eighteen. I’ve lost countless friends over the years. Some died one way or another, some didn’t like my life style. Others lied to my face and they were lucky I didn’t beat it off. Having a relationship was just something that never interested me. Why even bother when in the end they’ll leave anyway. It’s a waste of time. Anyone I’ve ever cared about has left me, expect for Asher. So what’s the point? Having fun, that’s what it’s all about. “Hey, are you going to help me or are you going to stand there daydreaming like a chick?” Charlie asks, raising an eyebrow. “Christ, don’t get your panties in a bunch,” I say, flipping him off. “Move, I’ll get this shit done. You probably need to go get waxed for all the dick you’ll be getting this weekend.” He laughs, wiping his hands on the rag. “What are you into someone or something?” “Charlie, you’re a cool guy. I have mad

respect for you, but if you ever try to get personal with me again, I’ll punch you in the mouth.” Alright so maybe I still have a little anger. After I finish up work, I climb into my black Chevy Silverado 2500. Pushing the key in the ignition, I listen to the engine purr to life as I light up a cigarette. Just before I throw it in gear, my phone rings and I grab it. “What’s up?” “Hey Brett.” Eva’s sexy voice comes through. “Hey, what’s going on? You’re not calling to cancel on me, are you?” I ask, taking a drag of my smoke. She laughs, and damn it makes me smile. “No. I just thought instead of coming here, how about we meet up at the diner.” “Yeah, that works. Still around seven?” “Sounds good. I’ll talk to you later.” She doesn’t even wait for a reply, just hangs up. Grinning, I toss my phone on the passenger seat. Making the short drive home, I drive past Asher’s garage and see he’s still busy working. Pulling in, I throw my truck in park, and jump out. “Hey man. You’re working late,” I say, leaning against his tool box.

“Get the fuck off my box,” he says, narrowing his eyes at me. Laughing, I step away. He makes it too easy. “Why are you still here?” “I’m just about finished. I was buried in paperwork all day and just needed to get my hands dirty before I left.” “Yeah, fuck that. I’d rather be covered in grease, cut up from working on a car,” I say, slapping his back. “But you’re a different kind of guy.” “No shit.” He slams down the hood and picks up his rag. “So what’s your plans for tonight?” “Remember Eva Chapman?” “How the hell could I forget. She was the only chick that you ever really liked, why?” Crossing my arms, I lean against the side of the Ford Taurus he was working on. “I’m meeting her at the diner. And, shut the fuck up, I had a crush on her when we were kids. That doesn’t mean shit.” Grinning, he tosses the grease filled rag behind him. “Sure it doesn’t. Is this like a date?” “Just because you went out and handed your balls over to Payton, doesn’t mean I’m looking to do the same thing. That’s never going to change.

Stop acting like you don’t fucking know me,” I say, with a bit too much anger in my voice. He laughs, fucking laughs. “Yeah that’s the same shit I said, and look at me now.” “We’re not the same person. Hey, I was just stopping to see if you needed help. Obviously, you don’t, so I’m leaving,” I say, turning to leave. “Have fun with Eva tonight,” he yells. Just because he found his happily ever after, or whatever the fuck, doesn’t mean I’m going to. No screw that, I don’t want it. Eva may be hot as hell, but she’s a friend. Just a friend.

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