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  I’m about to roll on top of her when she slowly climbs over my body, her thighs straddling my hip as she sits up and looks down on me.

  “I’ve never sucked your dick,” she announces.

  I blink, unable to hold back my smile and low laugh. “By all means, kitten. Get down to business.” I grin, lifting my hips, allowing my hard length to slide through her damp cunt.

  She slowly travels down my body. I widen my legs as she settles on her knees between my spread thighs. Wrapping one of her small hands around the base of my cock, she looks up at me through her lashes. I almost come on the spot like a pre-pubescent teenager.

  “Don’t tease me, kitten. You won’t like the consequences if you do,” I warn.

  A small smile plays on her lips right before her they part and she sucks me as far down her throat as she can. I grunt, watching as she works me. She's no expert, which does nothing but make me smile.

  I’ll teach her, just like I’ve taught her how to take my dick inside of her cunt, I’ll teach her how to take it down her throat. I let her play for a few moments, loving the way she hungrily explores every inch of my cock.

  Lifting my hand, I slide it into the back of her hair, gripping the strands tightly. She stops her movements, opening her mouth wider, and without hesitation, I use the grip that I have on her hair to fuck her mouth.

  Her eyes meet mine, wide and full of hazy lust. Goddamn, the woman is perfect for me in every way possible. Her hand leaves the base of my cock, I close my eyes at the feeling of her fingers caressing my balls. She cups them, massaging them before she gently tugs on them.

  “Christ,” I hiss.

  Harder than I intend, I yank her mouth off of my dick, reach for her, and pull her body above mine. Her legs straddle my thighs again. Without warning, I align my dick with her pussy and I surge inside of her to the hilt, pulling her down at the same time.

  Brooklyn’s head falls back, her hair skimming my balls as she lets out a cry of pleasure. Her cunt is so fucking wet that I slide in with zero resistance. Fuck. My woman gets off by sucking my cock, perfect is a goddamn understatement.

  With her back bowed, her head dropped between her shoulder blades, she rides me. I watch in awe as her tits sway with each roll of her hips. Sliding my thumb between my lips, I lick it before I place it against the swollen nub of her clit.

  “Lucas,” she sighs.

  I rub firm circles, needing her to get there pretty goddamn soon, because I’m seconds away from exploding myself.

  Her hips jerk as she bucks against me. I continue to switch my focus between her neck and her tits. Both equally beautiful, though her tits win me over.

  Biting my bottom lip, I gently slap her clit several times in quick succession, which thankfully sends her over the edge. Her cunt squeezes before she lets out a gasp, then moans.

  Wrapping my hands around her hips, I squeeze her roughly as I use her body to jack my cock, lifting my hips at the same time.

  It doesn’t take long, three thrusts and it’s my turn to let out a long groan as I empty my balls deep inside of her.

  Brooklyn collapses on top of me, her full tits press against my chest, her face nuzzles my neck and I feel her lips press against me.

  Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her even closer to my body, almost wishing I could fucking take her inside of me, keep her safe and protected with my own body.

  “You get in the shower and I’ll make you a smoothie,” I offer after a few moments of silence.

  She sits up, her eyes lighting up as though I’ve promised her a trip to Europe or some shit.

  “Really?” she breathes.

  Shaking my head, I squeeze her plentiful ass, hard. “Yeah, kitten, really. The faster we get on with our day, the sooner we can come home and I can bury my face in your sweet cunt and make you scream for me.”

  Her smile widens even more. I didn’t think that shit was possible. She shivers slightly before she speaks. “Sounds perfect,” she sighs.

  I smack her ass and she laughs softly before she rolls off of me. I grunt when my cock loses her warmth. Turning my head, I watch her hips sway as she walks toward my bathroom. She turns her head back, and her dark hair flies through the air, but all I see is her wide smile.

  “I’m going to fuck you again, you keep looking at me like that.”

  Brooklyn smiles wider but doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t have to. It’s written all over the flush in her cheeks. She’d let me take her again, in the shower, anywhere.

  “We’ll go shopping this weekend, get you whatever you need, kitten,” I offer.

  The words spill out, and her smile grows even fucking larger. Goddamn, she’s fucking blinding me, it’s so bright.

  Fucking hell, I’m going to be the biggest goddamn pussy for this woman. It doesn’t make me sick to think about either. I feel nothing but at peace.

  Once she’s locked inside of the bathroom, I roll my ass out of bed and grab my underwear, pulling them on over my hips before I make my way downstairs. I check my phone as I start to throw her frozen fruit in the blender.

  There’s an email forwarded from Peg about court next week for the Dunning case. I let out a sigh of relief, glad that this shit will be all over soon. I’m scrolling through the rest of my emails when I feel cool hands slip around my waist.

  I press pulse on the blender at her touch on the center of my back. I look down at her, twisting my neck slightly.

  “You put my clothes in your closet,” she murmurs against my skin.

  I don’t respond to her, moving around to pour her drink in a glass before I turn around to face her. She’s still got her head tipped back and her light brown eyes focused on me.

  “This is your home now, kitten. You’re my woman. Your clothes will be in my closet and your shit will be in my bathroom.” I grin.

  “I’m ridiculously excited about all of this,” she states.

  I can see it too, it’s written all over her. I’ve made her happy, and inside I’m feeling the exact same fucking way.

  I’m unable to stop the smile from appearing on my lips at the excitement clearly shining in her eyes. Leaning down, I brush my lips against hers before I shove her glass against her chest.

  “I’m taking a shower, then we go and get this day done,” I mutter.

  She laughs softly as she begins to drink her smoothie. Walking away from her, I pause when she calls out my name.

  “This smoothie is epic, baby,” she states.

  I lift my chin before I hurry upstairs, fighting the fucking big ass smile that’s threatening to overtake my face. It doesn’t take much from her to make me happy.

  I’m that too.

  I’m goddamn happy.

  I thought I was happy before I met her. I fucked when I felt like it, with whoever I felt like fucking. I didn’t know that a curvy little brunette would blow all those other bitches out of the water.

  Rushing through my shower, I begin to towel off, pausing at the sight of her meager belongings on my bathroom sink. I’m not one for clutter, but just seeing her shit spread out causes my heart to pound against my ribs.

  I like it there.

  Granted, it can’t be a daily thing. I’m going to make some room for her in the cabinets. Regardless, I fucking like her in my space.

  Making my way into my closet, I look around at all of my stuff. Most of the entire closet is all me, but I can’t wait to have her invade this place, too.

  I want her stuff to overtake mine, spilling over to my side. I want it all with her, and I’m making that want a reality. She’s mine; and as much as I never wanted to be, I’m hers.

  There is no fighting it, not even for a second. I’m head-over-heels for this girl. I almost lost her once and I won’t stand for that again.

  BROOKLYN

  The day goes by in a blur. I’m glad that it’s busy as hell. I can’t wait to go home and lock myself inside my bubble with Lucas. I spend the day focused on work, so much so that I miss lunch.

/>   Kay calls out goodbye as she heads out of the office for the evening, and that’s when I look at my computer, shocked to see that it’s ten minutes until six.

  I have to press my thighs together, remembering what Lucas said he was going to do to me tonight. I can’t wait. I want his mouth on me, everywhere. With a shiver, I close down my computer and gather my items.

  Once I have my purse and briefcase in hand, I make my way outside. I think about the fact that I only have one more work outfit left for the week. For once I’m excited about going shopping.

  I need a whole new wardrobe, and while I can’t really afford it, I’m also not going to let Lucas pay for it. I’m going to charge it, then pay it off as soon as my renter's insurance claim goes through.

  I thought it all through this morning while I was taking my shower.

  It’s the perfect plan.

  “You have something you’re working on in that pretty head of yours, and I have a feeling I’m not going to like it one bit,” Lucas announces as soon as I sink into my seat and fasten my belt.

  I look over at him in surprise that he can read me so well. I bite the inside of my cheek and shrug my shoulders, not sure that I want to admit it to him, yet. He made it clear he would be buying my wardrobe, but I just can’t let him actually do that.

  “No, it’s nothing,” I lie.

  He grunts, obviously not believing me, but he doesn’t call me on my shit.

  “You want to go to dinner tonight after yoga, or order in?” he asks.

  I almost forgot about yoga. I’m so excited to attempt to relieve some stress, although I have to admit that sex with Lucas the past couple of days has done a good job of doing just that. Lucas eases the car into traffic, and it’s then that I realize he’s waiting for me to answer.

  “Is it bad that I just want to go home?” I ask.

  He grunts, shaking his head. “No yoga?” he asks.

  Reaching across the car, my hand grips his thigh and I squeeze him with my fingers. “No yoga, baby.”

  Keeping my gaze focused on his profile, I watch as his lips twitch into a smile and his eyes shift to look over at me before he focuses on the road again.

  “Been thinking about my mouth on that pussy all day?” he guesses.

  I hum, my fingers crawling up his leg to cup his growing erection over the top of his pants. He lets out a groan, lifting his hips as I find the zipper of his pants.

  One of his hands leaves the steering wheel to wrap around my wrist. He squeezes me gently, never breaking his gaze from the road in front of him.

  “Not now. I’m going to eat you, then fuck you from behind. You can suck your cum from my cock later as dessert,” he murmurs.

  My pussy flutters at the same time my thighs clench together. I want that, all of it, everything. “Spread your legs for me.”

  Sitting back in my seat, I don’t take my hand from his dick. I gently rub his length, spreading my thighs for him as far as my skirt will allow. Closing my eyes, I feel his fingers slowly glide up the inside of my thigh until they reach the center of my panties.

  Two fingers press against my clit over the top of my panties. “You’re fucking soaked. How long have you been in agony, Brooklyn?” he asks, his voice smooth, but I can hear a hint of humor.

  I can’t be bothered to be upset that he’s essentially laughing at me. All I care about is the fact that he’ll be touching my pussy soon.

  I hum. “All day, baby,” I sigh. It’s the truth.

  I’ve been thinking about him eating me all damn day long. Seven days away felt like a lifetime. I missed every single part of his body, his mouth, his tongue, his chest, his fingers, and his cock.

  I don’t know if I’ll ever be with him enough to make up for lost time, I don’t know if it’s possible.

  Lucas is not someone that you ever get enough of, he gives you an inch and you crave a mile.

  Chapter Four

  BROOKLYN

  I yawn, stretching and reaching behind me where Lucas usually is, but he’s missing. Turning over, I find his side of the bed not only empty, but cold.

  Frowning, I stand and make my way toward the bathroom. Once I’m finished, I wash my hands and pile my hair on my head in a messy bun before I go in search of him.

  The week has been a completely draining experience. I have to go shopping today sometime and I’m beginning to dread the entire trip.

  I know it’s going to cause a fight between me and Lucas, I know he’s going to get angry, but I cannot in good conscience allow him to buy me an entire wardrobe.

  I already feel guilty enough that he’s bought dinner every night and I’ve yet to pay for a single thing. I’m sure part of my problem is also because of what is coming. It feels like an impending cloud of doom over the entire universe.

  We have court for the Dunning case, but I’m more than happy to have the trial done and over. It feels like it’s choking me, suffocating me, and I’m tired of living in fear.

  I hope that once it’s completely settled and everybody has calmed down, hopefully life will return back to the way it was—with one exception. Lucas.

  With a sigh, I think about the fact that not only do I need to go shopping, I also need to contact my parents. I don’t want to tell them what’s happened, they’ll worry and there’s nothing for them to worry about. Lucas has me covered.

  They’re enjoying their retirement in Arizona. How anybody can enjoy anything in that heat, I have no damn clue.

  My dad can tell me that it’s a dry-heat all day, every day, and I’ll never believe that anything over a hundred degrees is bearable.

  What I can imagine is my pale skin literally frying like bacon after about five minutes in that intense sunshine.

  I pull Lucas’ navy t-shirt from his drawer and tug it down over my naked body. My feet carry me downstairs where my cell is plugged in and charging. I should get my parents’ call over and done with, then I can focus on clothes and possibly fighting with the stubborn man that I have claimed for myself.

  My steps falter when I see that man drinking a cup of coffee, his gaze focused out the window into his backyard. I glance out there myself and see the pool.

  I grin, deciding later today I’m going swimming. Wickedly, it will be a skinny-dipping session since I don’t have a suit anymore and I’m not sure if I have a desire to buy one.

  Slipping the phone from the charging cord, I make my way over to him. He tips his chin down, extending his hand. I curl into his side as his arm drapes around my back, and his fingers rest against my hip.

  “I need to call my parents,” I say.

  He only grunts as his response. His lips touch the top of my head and his fingers give my hip a squeeze.

  Turning my attention back to my phone, I look for their names in my contacts and hit call. The phone only rings twice before my mother picks up. She sounds jovial when she sings her hello, and I hate to put that good mood in the dirt, which I will with my news.

  “Are you sitting, Mom?” I ask.

  She sucks in a deep breath, and I hear the chair legs squeak against the tile flooring in her kitchen. “I’m sitting. Oh dear, Brooklyn. Are you pregnant?”

  I can’t stop myself from laughing. I feel Lucas’ eyes on me when I do, and I look up at his serious and questioning expression.

  “No, Mom, I’m not pregnant,” I answer.

  His eyes widen, and there’s a twitch to his lips before he turns his head to continue his gaze at the backyard. He doesn’t look terrified, so maybe kids aren’t an absolute no for him.

  Although, considering his lifestyle before he met me, and his obvious hesitance to even be in a committed relationship, I don’t plan on broaching the topic any time soon.

  “Well then, what’s so serious?” she asks, sounding very matter-of-fact.

  I roll my eyes, wondering how my mom thinks that pregnancy is the most serious thing that could happen to me.

  Deciding to just tell her the news and stop messing around, I blurt o
ut my next sentence with little to no tact.

  “My condo burned down, like, to the ground. I wasn’t in it or anything, though.”

  “Are you okay?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

  I nod before I continue as though she can see me. “I’m okay, Mom. I’m…I’ve started seeing someone and he’s taking care of me.”

  Lucas’ fingers flex against my hip again and I chance looking up at him. He’s still staring outside, but now he’s got that cocky as hell smirk on his lips.

  I love it.

  I love him.

  I won’t tell him though. I think that tidbit might send him running for the hills.

  “Does this mean you’re living with him?” my mother asks.

  She reads between the lines like a damn dog with a bone. I can practically see her clutching her chest, if she wore pearls, she’d clutch those.

  I suck in a breath, not sure that I’m ready to hear from her about the morality, or lack thereof, of the situation. This is the reason I have been avoiding making this phone call. I love my parents with all of my heart, but they are diehard old school conservatives.

  While I agree with a lot of what they taught me, this is one thing that I don’t. I’m not a child, I’ve gone to college, graduated law school and am working.

  I definitely don’t want to rush into a marriage, but I need to know that this man is one who I can live a good life with before tying the knot.

  “I am. His name is Lucas, and he’s a family law attorney on a case I’m working on.” I feel brave telling her the truth. Telling her about us.

  “Do you need money? How about you just come home and let me and Daddy take care of you? I think I’d feel better with you here than with a man I’ve never met before.”

  I open my mouth to protest, to explain that Lucas is not a stranger and I’m safer here than anywhere else, but I find my phone being taken from my grasp.