Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
He lapped up the last of my cum from my stomach, and I pulled him up so I could kiss him, growling into his mouth as I tasted myself on his tongue. I loved that I would send him home smelling like me, with the taste of me in his mouth. I wanted him covered in my scent. I wanted everyone to know he was mine, but it was too soon.
If there was pressure from his family to betray me, I wasn’t about to let anyone else know there was more between us. The fuckers would try even harder to get him to use that against me, or they would hurt him for letting things go this far. Neither was in any way acceptable. I’d considered simply doing away with his family. It wouldn’t be that hard for me. I knew people who could take care of it, but I also knew family was complicated. If I did that without talking to him, he might never look at me again the way he was looking at me right now.
Would he ever tell me the truth? If he was here to sabotage me, I wondered if there was any chance he was ready to confess. I doubted he trusted me enough after one rescue and a hot blow job. That wasn’t enough to convince a man who’d seen the sort of the shit he had with his family that I would back him up no matter what. Yet, I couldn’t resist giving it a try.
I cupped his face in my hands and looked into his eyes. “Is there something you need to tell me?”
His eyes widened, and the color in his face drained away. “I…I’m not sure what you want to hear.”
He was terrified, but I needed him to know he could talk to me. “Aren’t you?”
“I’m negative for everything if that’s your concern and…um…you can’t get me pregnant.”
I smiled and pulled him to me for a quick kiss. “I could sure as hell try, but like I told you before we’re going wait before I fuck you.”
“Jesus.” He pressed his hands to his face. “How do you make everything sound hot?”
“You’re pretty damn good at that yourself.”
I could practically hear his mind racing, trying to figure out what else he could say.
“I believe there’s more to your story about why you applied for this job. You can tell me whatever it is.”
Ben shook his head. “I should go home. We have a big day tomorrow.”
“And you will need some good sleep after tonight.”
“I…yeah. Um…is this…we probably shouldn’t have….”
“I told you I am going to be your first, Benjamin.”
“And you are always serious.”
I smiled. “That’s right.”
“But isn’t this….”
“Wrong? Risky?”
He nodded.
“Yes. And that makes it even hotter, doesn’t it?”
He sank his teeth into his bottom lip and color rushed back to his face.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” After a brief pause I tried again. “Are you sure there isn’t something you should tell me?”
“I…can’t.”
“So there is something, but you’re not going to tell me.”
He nodded.
“I will protect you. If you’re in trouble. If you need help. I will make your problems go away.”
“I wanted this job because I knew I’d feel safe here.”
“You are safe with me.” I would make sure of that. I’d hurt someone I cared about in the past, and I wouldn’t let it happen again.
“Thank you. I…appreciate that, but I should go home.”
I studied him for a moment, wanting to push, to insist he come home with me, but that wasn’t the right tactical move. I had to let him make his choice. “I’ll have my driver take you home.”
“That’s not necessary.”
“Yes, it is. You’ve already been assaulted once tonight. I’m going to make sure you get home safely.” I kissed him again, needing to taste him one final time. When I released him, He looked dazed. “You’ll be okay at home alone?”
He ran his teeth over his lower lip before nodding. “I will.”
I texted my driver, and after we dressed, I escorted Ben downstairs, watching until I could no longer see the car.
Nothing in the way he’d looked at me or how he’d responded to my questions made me think he was a willing participant in any of his family’s schemes. He was scared. I wanted to find out what his family planned and make them pay.
I returned to my office and called Carter. His phone rang until it went to voicemail. I immediately called again. This time he answered on the second ring. “Do you know what time it is?”
“I told you this job can be twenty-four/seven.”
“You better have an emergency.”
“We need a better strategy to find out what’s going on with Ben’s family.”
Carter growled. “That’s not an emergency.”
I thought about the soft, innocent way Ben had looked at me. I needed this behind me so I could concentrate on him. “Yes, it is.”