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  “Shut up, Will,” I whispered, “and kiss me.”

  * * *

  Will had never felt like this.

  Yes, he’d felt overcome with lust before. He’d even come close to thinking he might’ve loved a woman before. But never had he ever felt like this—as if everything in his life had suddenly aligned and righted itself, was no longer titling on its side, leaving him wondering when the precarious balance he’d managed to find was going to spill over entirely and leave him in the middle of a mess of his own making.

  It was an incredible sensation, the softness of her mouth molded to his, their breaths growing ragged, the smoothness of her naked skin beneath his body, the slick slide of her fitting tightly around him as he increased the thrust of his hips.

  “Wait,” Mila breathed, grabbing hold of his shoulders. “Wait…”

  He stopped moving, pushing off her just enough to look into her eyes. Lying beneath him on his California King, her tan skin glowing white against the dark of his sheets, her body softly illuminated by the small beside lamp, Mila watched him through hooded, hungry eyes.

  He meant to ask her what was wrong, if she was all right, when abruptly she was pushing him off her entirely. Reluctantly he slid from her warm body, falling to the side, concern filling his thoughts until Mila was suddenly straddling him, pushing him flat onto his back and taking him into her soft grip as she lowered her hips, guiding him into her.

  He half groaned, half growled, his eyes nearly closing, but not quite. Her, seated atop him, naked, her pert breasts thrust forward, her long hair messy, her face flushed, her lips parted…

  Watching as she began to rock softly back and forth at first, then picking up momentum, gripping hold of his thighs and using her toned legs to bounce her body up and then down, up and then down…

  Watching himself disappear inside of her.

  That was not a sight he wanted to miss.

  The faster she rode him, the more the soft mewling moans escaping Mila’s lips turned quickly into hoarse, desperate-sounding cries. Her breasts began to bounce, her dark nipples hardening as her movements grew jerky, no longer riding him but downright grinding.

  He had been alternating his grip on her between her breasts and her thighs, never satisfied with one or other and finding himself wishing he had four hands—six, even—and the ability to touch her everywhere—her breasts, her thighs, her ass—all at the same time. It was a welling sensation, growing wildly as his release grew closer, one that overrode all other trains of thought, him wanting…

  All of her.

  Something primal rose from his depths and he found himself gripping her hips, digging his fingertips into the soft flesh, stilling her as he rose up beneath her and took sole control of his thrusts.

  Mila collapsed forward onto his torso, her hair spilling out across his face and arms, her lips pressing hot, wet kisses against his skin. He continued, raising his hips, slamming his body into hers over and over again while she simply clung to him, whimpering and moaning against his heaving chest until her body stiffened and he felt her teeth sink into his skin as she let out a muffled cry that only spurred him on. Again and again she cried out as he dragged her over-sensitized body though one orgasm after another, refusing to relent until he’d wrung her dry.

  When he was close, on the precipice of his own orgasm, he gripped her harder and used his strength to flip them both over, reversing their position. Taking hold of one of her legs, he lifted it up and around his hips and sank quickly back inside of her.

  For a moment they simply stared at one another, both of them breathing hard, tears shining in Mila’s eyes, the sight of which gave him pause.

  He started moving again, but held her gaze instead of kissing her, preferring to watch intently every nuance of her beautiful face, every subtle and not-so-subtle change in her features as he pushed and pulled in and out of her body.

  “Will,” she mumbled, her eyelids fluttering. Her hands found his back, her nails lightly scoring the skin over his shoulders, everything about her begging him to continue.

  He picked up speed, pumping harder and faster, feeling his chest tighten and his thigh muscles lock in place. He finished on a groan, jerking inside of her as her body wound tightly around his. Her legs secured around his waist, her arms around his neck, his eyes closed and his head fell forward into the dip of her neck.

  His breathing ragged, his chest heavy from exertion, he stayed as he was, motionless inside of her, still holding her, her still holding him, not yet ready to move. If he were a stupid man—and the answer to that was highly debatable, in his opinion—he would have told her right then and there that he loved her.

  Because Will, for the first time in his life, wanted to possess a woman, body, mind, and soul, and though that feeling should have terrified him, it did not. Instead he felt excited, giddy, much like a teenager again, ready to go out and find himself, the whole world waiting for him.

  Chapter Twelve

  I watched Will sleeping soundly, almost afraid to move or breathe too hard in case I woke him. It was a little after three a.m. but I couldn’t seem to doze off, and instead of trying, had chosen to watch him. I enjoyed watching him like this; seeing the soft rise and fall of his toned chest made me feel peaceful inside, and calmer than I’d felt in a long time. The need to run and hide seemed to vanish when I was with Will.

  His lips parted ever so slightly, and the air left his mouth in a soft whoosh as he turned on his side. I smiled contentedly and curled into him, feeling his body heat wash over me, warming me from head to toe. Will offered me a different kind of warmth than what I was used to. There was a softness in this man where I had only ever known hardness, a playfulness to his features where I had only ever seen anger and danger. He was different, and he made me want more of his difference, because slowly and surely, he was bringing me back to life.

  The soft bed covers were tangled around our naked bodies, a telltale sign of last night’s acrobatics. I slipped one of my legs between his, enjoying the feel of my smooth to his rough as our skin rubbed against each other’s. In response he rumbled happily, his eyes still closed.

  “How long have you been awake?” he asked, his voice still rough and thick with sleep.

  I grinned. “Not long.”

  Will cracked an eye open. “You look amazing.” He grinned. “Are you sure you didn’t slip out of bed and fix yourself up?”

  I chuckled. “No, definitely not.”

  “And here I was under the impression that all women looked awful in the morning,” he teased.

  “That’s because all the women you normally go for are fakes and frauds,” I shot back, smiling broadly.

  “You’re very feisty this morning,” he said, pulling me closer and closer. Rolling over top of me, he pinned me in place, trapping my body under his. “I like it.” Grinning, he dipped his head and our lips connected.

  His actions were desperate, as if this was the first kiss we had shared, as if I were the oxygen that he needed to breathe, and when he finally pulled away, I was the one left breathless and gasping. He was hard against my inner thigh, and I squirmed to nudge him to the place where I wanted him most. His mouth quirked, his blue eyes sparking with devilish intent, and then he was on me again, hard, hot kisses that left me nothing more than a pool of liquid wanting.

  * * *

  Will’s hand palmed my backside, squeezing gently. Jerking, I mumbled something unintelligible into my pillow even as I responded to his touch. My traitorous body didn’t seem to understand that I had to work in a couple of hours and needed to sleep at some point tonight…today. I had no idea what time it was, only that the last time Will had finished with me, I’d finally drifted off. Yet now, awake again, it seemed as if only minutes had passed.

  His hand glided up, continuing up my back. And even as my body begged for sleep, I shivered beneath his touch, wanting more of him.

  His hand reached my neck and he brushed a lock of my hair to one side. The moveme
nt sent sensations running all throughout me, warming me, wetting me, readying me. Groaning, I bit down on my lower lip.

  “Are you awake?” he whispered, placing a kiss behind my ear.

  “No,” I murmured back. “I’m still sleeping.”

  I was tired, exhausted, and a whole other heap of words to describe being fucked so well that your legs turned to jelly and your body felt like it hadn’t slept in a hundred years. But I wasn’t complaining, not at all. I was finally happy—deliriously so. I used to roll my eyes at people that were as blissful as me, that’s how happy I was. But still, I really, really needed sleep.

  Will’s fingertips were trailing down my back again, torturously slowly, causing my thighs to part of their own free will. Clearly my body was a whore, and wasn’t going to allow me any say in the matter.

  “I need to sleep,” I groaned. “I really, really need to sleep…” I trailed off as he slipped between my thighs, his fingers eager and playful. “Sleep can wait,” I breathed, my eyes fluttering open.

  Laughing, Will rolled me over, his mouth latching onto my breast, his hand dipping back between my thighs. I gasped, my eyes rolling back as he continued his assault, pulling and pulling the pleasure from my strung-out body until I was writhing and groaning and stars were dancing behind my eyelids.

  Then, when I couldn’t take another second without him inside of me, he was there, positioning himself between my legs and pressing into me.

  “I’ve never felt anything like this,” he mumbled, burying his face in my neck.

  “Me neither,” I panted.

  His hips continued to thrust, maddeningly slow, in and out in beautiful circular patterns that caused my eyes to flutter closed and my toes to curl.

  “I want to ask you something,” he whispered, “and you can’t say no.”

  I opened my eyes, finding him watching me with a smile on his face. “What is it?” I asked, feeling wary and nervous. Instead of answering me, he jerked his hips, causing me to gasp and curse. Wrapping one of my legs around the back of his, I attempted to keep him still.

  “Clever,” he said, grinning. “But not clever enough.” He pulled out of me, rendering my temporary hold on him useless, and then thrust forward, pushing back inside of me, filling me.

  I gasped again, my head lolling to one side as I moaned softly.

  “There’s this thing,” he said, pressing a kiss to my parted lips. “This charity thing. I want you to come with me.”

  “Okay,” I mumbled, confused as to why we were discussing this now, when there were obviously so much more important things at hand. Things that he’d started, and needed to finish.

  “My family will be there,” he continued. “My sister is hosting it.”

  I blinked up at him, finally understanding. “You want me to meet your family? But I thought you said they wouldn’t—”

  “They won’t,” he agreed, “but I still want them to meet you, and for you to meet them. I don’t want to hide them from you, or you from them.”

  He looked suddenly nervous, as if worried I might say no. And the thought did occur to me. He’d painted this picture of his family that didn’t sound the least bit inviting, yet…

  He wanted me to meet his family. How could I say no? Maybe I could win them over. Maybe they would like me and his worries would be for nothing.

  “I’ll come. Of course I’ll come.” I smiled up at him.

  “Yes, yes you will,” Will laughed, his blue eyes ablaze with lust, and once again he was moving inside me, pulling me to that precipice, holding me there while I clung to him, waiting for him to throw me over the edge.

  * * *

  He was a very lucky man.

  In the midst of a meeting with a liquor vendor he was only half paying attention to, Will was still thinking of Mila—how beautiful she’d looked earlier, even as exhausted as she’d been, and how lucky he’d been to find her. Even after he’d lied—and worse, made a damning mess of his revelation speech—she’d still forgiven him, and she still wanted to be with him.

  Better still, she’d agreed to meet his family, a feat he’d warned her would be, at the least, an unpleasant one.

  Yep. He was one very lucky man.

  “Will?”

  He glanced up from his cell phone, currently cradled in his palm as he stared at the blank screen, his thoughts adrift. The club manager, the true frontrunner of operations at INFINITY, Leila, was watching him, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow cocked in question.

  “Hmm?” he muttered, setting his phone down. Stretching out his sore legs, he raised his arms behind his head, interlocking his fingers around the back of his neck.

  “Veritas has a new line,” she said, her tone laced with annoyance. “Limited edition top-shelf liquor, selling like hotcakes at all the exclusive clubs.”

  “It’s trending due to the minimalist design,” another voice chimed in. One of the two Veritas Liquor representatives shot him a coy smile, her plump pink lips twisting into a self-assured smirk. Squaring her shoulders, she leaned back in her chair, the movement causing her long black hair to fall away and the silky blazer she was wearing to open wider, giving Will a healthy glimpse of her lacy black bra and the ample breasts beneath. “Less is apparently more at the moment.”

  His thoughts were still muddled with images of Mila, naked and squirming beneath him, seated atop him, grinding, moaning…

  It took him a moment to come back to the present and realize he was being offered more than just a buyer’s share of exclusive booze.

  “Plain black bottles,” a male voice interjected. “A smooth, sleek design, with nominal wording and basic print.”

  Giving the woman a smile he didn’t feel, he released his neck and sat up straight in his chair, not so subtly dismissing the woman and turning to face the man seated several seat to his left.

  “Mark,” he said, his tone all business, giving the familiar face a friendly yet curt nod. “I like the concept of minimalism, but what I don’t like is gouging my customers, having them pay more for the same thing, the only difference the appearance of the bottle.”

  Glancing at Leila, he was happy to find her annoyance all but gone, her eyes full of sparkling approval. Leila was all business all the time, but while she might be a powerhouse, she was full of heart as well. Both of those traits were the reason he’d given her the reins to managing the two clubs he owned in New York, a decision he’d never once been given cause to regret.

  “While it might look nice,” Leila said, giving her attentions to Mark, “and give the appearance of minimalism and frugality, it’s not a good business decision. We pride ourselves here on good customer relations, and part of that pride comes from not making underhanded purchases for no other reason than to fatten our wallets by tricking our consumers. Now if you want to lower your price, I think we could work something out, possibly even a promotional night here at Infinity—Veritas Liquors exclusive, of course.”

  “Now wait,” Mark said, holding up a hand in protest.

  “Think about it,” Leila interrupted, sliding her chair backwards, putting her hands on the glass table, and pushing herself to standing. With both hands up in the air, she mimed the space of the room between her palms. “We strip the club of all unnecessary furnishings and extravagance, not just telling the patrons that less is more, but showing them. We line the shelves with nothing but Veritas, we dress our wait staff in same sleek black ensembles as the bottles on the shelves…we play music with very little vocals, all bass…all beat.”

  Mark, who was now watching Leila with piqued interest, drummed his fingertips along the tabletop while the woman continued to watch Will, her interest in him far more pleasure than business.

  “I like it,” Will said, markedly ignoring the woman in favor of glancing between Mark and Leila. “It’s a damn brilliant marketing plan.”

  “Take some time to mull it over,” Leila continued, “and then give me a figure when you’re ready to discuss it further.”

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p; Mark stood, gesturing for his female partner to do the same, and Will followed suit, watching as the woman across from him purposely pushed herself upright in such a way that her already exposed breasts nearly spilled free from her flimsy top.

  “We’ll be in touch,” Mark said, offering Will his hand. They shook briskly, and then parted as Mark made his way toward Leila.

  “I’m sorry,” Will said, offering the woman his hand. “I didn’t catch your name.”

  “Robyn,” she said, giving him a toothy smile. “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Townsend.”

  “Likewise,” he answered as she slid her hand into his. But instead of gripping his hand to shake it, she slid her nails lightly along his palm and up to his wrist, a blatant show of sexual invitation. Annoyed, he took his hand back.

  “Call me anytime,” she said, her tone purposely soft and seductive. A card appeared out of nowhere, with which she stepped forward and then slid it into his dress shirt pocket. Giving his pocket an unnecessary pat, she stepped away and started for the door.

  When the two Veritas representatives were gone and Leila was smirking at him from the far end of the small room, Will let out a breath of air and grinned at her.

  “Brilliant plan,” he said. “If they don’t lower their price, then I think we should look elsewhere for a similar brand and work something out with them.”

  “But if we do that, then you won’t have the pleasure of working with Robyn,” she said, drawing out Robyn’s name in a mocking tone.

  He made a face, something akin to a child who’d just been presented with a plate of lima beans and told to eat every last one of them, the action causing Leila to burst out laughing.

  “You seem happy lately,” she mused, still chuckling as she bent to gather her papers littering the table. “Who is she, Will?”