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“I’m not saying the guy isn’t a giant ass, just be careful about attributing everything that happens to him.” He glances around the room again. “Is anything missing?”
“I’m not sure,” I mumble. I walk through to my bedroom, which looks just as bad as the rest of the apartment. I notice a few pieces of jewelry are missing, and the bottom drawer of my dresser, where I’d hidden some cash, is now completely empty. “Some jewelry and some cash is missing.”
Could Conrad be right? Could this be an unrelated coincidence? I don’t know what to believe anymore.
“Make a list of what is missing and I’ll file a report for you.”
I nod, but don’t move. How can things get any worse? Whether it’s him or some random robbery, how much worse can my luck get?
“Don’t worry, Raven,” he says, his voice soft. He steps toward me, wrapping me into his warm embrace. “You can stay with me for as long as you need to. We’ll get all this sorted out, I promise.”
“Go lie down. I’m going to call the club and tell them you can’t work tonight.”
I open my mouth to protest, and Conrad holds up his hand.
“No arguments. What you need more than anything is a break, okay? I’ll sort everything out.”
I sigh, too tired to argue, and trudge down to my room. Slipping out of my jeans, I fold them and leave them neatly on the dresser, along with my shirt. In only my bra and undies, I climb under the sheets and curl up to my pillow.
He’s right—I do need a break, but it’s more than just a night off from work that I need. It’s a night off from my life. I want just one night where I can forget everything that is going on and pretend I’m just a normal girl—something I haven’t felt in years.
Closing my eyes, I feel myself drifting off to sleep. My mind is still going, but eventually it gives in, allowing my body the rest it craves.
I stretch, opening my eyes, and see Conrad sitting on the edge of my bed. I fumble for the sheets, which during my sleep had been tossed aside, leaving not much for his imagination. He chuckles as I blush, which makes me blush even more.
“I called the club. They’re fine with you having as long as you need off. I hope you like Chinese, because dinner is on its way.”
“Thanks,” I mumble, sitting up, clutching the sheets to my chest. “How long have you been sitting there?”
“Not long. A few minutes. I came in to wake you for dinner, but you looked so peaceful.”
“I think I really needed a good sleep,” I admit. “I’ll get dressed and be out in a minute,” I add, hoping he takes the hint.
He does, rising from his spot. I wait until he closes the door and then I get up and throw my clothes on. I pick up my brush and run it through my hair, then dab a little lip gloss on my lips. I’m not sure why I’m going to so much trouble for Chinese takeout, but I can’t deny I want him to be attracted to me. The thought of him watching me sleep in only my underwear both thrills and terrifies me.
Dinner is lovely. I don’t know how, but he’s managed to choose all my favorite dishes. I help myself to a second serving of chicken and rice as we kick back and watch television.
It feels good. I’m so relaxed around this guy it’s not funny. He makes jokes and I laugh. Everything feels so natural. I finish off the last bit of food and push my plate away, full. The thought of eating anything else makes me feel ill—until he mentions the raspberry and white chocolate cheesecake he has in the fridge waiting for later.
“You sure know how to impress a girl,” I giggle, stretching out on the sofa.
He reaches down and pulls my feet onto his lap. I groan as his fingers begin to work the knots out of my feet. The feeling is magical and just what I need. I’ve never been so close to orgasming with minimal sexual contact—that’s how good this guy is with his hands.
“Oh God,” I whimper. “That is so freaking good.”
“Come here,” he whispers, helping me onto his lap. “Now, why did you have to go and get dressed?”
I shiver as his lips touch my neck. He undoes the buttons on my shirt one by one, taking his sweet time by kissing me everywhere in between each button. With my shirt undone I feel exposed, straightening my arms as he slides the silky fabric off over my arms.
He kisses my neck, his fingers fiddling with the clasp on my bra. My nipples harden as he unravels the black lace from over my breasts. Next, he moves on to my jeans. He unbuttons them, and I lift myself off his lap long enough to peel them off my legs. Kicking them aside, I resume my position, lacing my arms around his neck.
Slowly his hands work their way further up my legs. My body aches for his touch, desperate for more, and he knows it. He smirks, his fingers teasing me as I edge apart my thighs. Raising my arms above my head, I groan as he plunges two fingers inside of me. My thighs clench as he continues to tease me. I’m naked apart from my thong, which he has no trouble working around. I grip his shoulder through the fabric of his shirt and whimper as he glides his fingers deeper inside of me.
His hands drop to his zipper. He releases his hard cock, guiding my hand around its thick shaft. He’s big and my pussy is aching for him. He has me so worked up it takes all my resolve not to jump on him. Instead, I wait patiently as he pulls a condom out of his pocket and rolls it on.
“Come here,” he murmurs. His hands grip my ass and I groan as he pulls me forward.
I collapse on his length. Throwing my head back, I gasp as he fills me. He’s incredible. Everything about this guy is beyond amazing.
