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“Yes, but you gotta stop sending me all the gifts.”

“What, you don’t like that?”

“No. Like I said, I’m not like your other whores.”

“And that’s why you’re my favorite. What are you doing tomorrow night?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

“I’m coming home a day early and I want to see you. Be ready…” He hesitated, cleared his throat and huffed. “Can I see you tomorrow night when I get back?”

My grin widening, I was vibrating everywhere. How the hell did this happen? Me, of all people, making this sexy, flawless, perfect man dance like a stringed puppet?

“I would love to.”

He chuckled, his tone softening. “You’re really going to make me earn you, huh?”

“Yup,” I giggled.

Another heavy sigh. “Well, you’re worth it, baby girl.”

Biting my bottom lip, I dared to say something I’d never felt confident enough before. “I know it.”

Another husky chuckle. “That’s my girl. All right, I’m going to get off the phone, I got a few more calls to make tonight so I can leave tomorrow. I’ll see you soon.”

“Goodnight, Milo.”

“Goodnight.”

Tapping the screen to hang up, I hugged the extra pillow to my chest, rolling somewhat on my belly. For me to be able to have this kind of influence on someone like him, there must be more than what my stepfather pounded into my psyche. Perhaps I was as beautiful as he believed.

My smile fell, a realization slamming into my brain. It didn’t really matter if everyone else thought I was beautiful, he did. Now, if only I could think that way, as well.

Chapter 15

Chastity Monroe

As soon as I pushed the chain across the door in the kitchen and turned the bolt, it was flying open, scaring the shit out of me. Before I could even react, however, Milo was on me, his tongue down my throat, his hands clawing at my shirt. Kicking the door closed with his shoe, he grunted and yanked, ripping the thin cotton to get to my bra.

“Fuck! Get this off!” he yelled, shoving me into the wall.

Breathless and dizzy, I hastily tugged at the shirt, tossing it aside. The moment it was over my head, his lips were back on mine, his fingers deftly working the bra as we stumbled toward the hallway.

Working at his belt and trousers, they slid down to his knees, and I pulled his cock out his underwear. Grunting, he pushed me against the half wall just outside the kitchen, aimed himself, and thrust inside.

I shrieked and he groaned, sagging against me. Breaking the kiss, he cupped my nape, his open mouth on my chin. “Fuck,” he hissed, dragging the word out.

Gasping, one leg wrapped around his waist, the other hanging over the ledge so my toes touched the floor, I leaned into the wall behind me, trying to slow my mind down.

For the longest moment, he didn’t move, to my relief, for I was reeling, my brain still unlocking the door. His palm leisurely caressing my curves up my side, he tugged the front of my bra down, dipping his chin to swirl his tongue around my nipple.

I moaned, my lids fluttering. Arching my spine, my muscles involuntarily contracted around him. His brows furrowed and he released my nipple to suck on his teeth, the pressure at my nape intensifying. Next thing I knew, he was brutally fucking me, his face in my cleavage.

“Ah, ah, M-Milo!”

“Fucking…shit!” he howled, shoving deep and jerking, grunting over and over as he spilled inside. “Unh!” Another hard pump, his teeth on the side of my exposed breast.

Petting up and down his back, I licked my dry lips, trying to catch my breath. “Goddamn. Hello, Milo.”