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Three locks, all easily breakable, but it’s the extra protection she’s put in place that gives me pause. The moment the door swings open, I set her purse inside and turn to face her before fully entering her home, tapping my finger to her extra lock. “You’re scared of him still. You left, but you’re still afraid he’ll come for you.”
Jessica blinks up at me as moisture pools in her eyes but doesn’t fall down those perfect cheeks. She holds in her fear as best she can, and it fucking breaks my heart—an organ I had very little use for until I met her.
“I got out. That’s the important thing.”
I nod because that’s what she needs me to do. But before the sun rises, I’m getting Michael’s fucking address and dealing with him so my woman never has to feel scared ever again. I tangle my fingers through hers as we stand in front of the opened door. “How about I stay with you until you’re not afraid anymore.”
“That might take a while,” she warns, as if that should be a deterrent.
“I’m counting on it, pussycat.” I jerk my head to the interior of her place. “Let your man stay the night. With me around, no one’s going to bother you.” It’s a promise I can give without hesitation. My name is enough to clear a room if I so will it.
With my arms free, I can do what I’ve been imagining since she told me I could come home with her. I scoop my curvy wonder up in my arms and carry over the threshold of her shitty apartment like a blushing bride.
Her worry slips away with the introduction of her surprised laughter. “I’m so high off the ground!” she exclaims.
I’m a big son of a bitch, so I don’t doubt that I’ve surprised her. Even as I carry her past the shitty couch that looks like she found it in someone else’s garbage, she smiles at me.
“You’re not living here, you realize,” I inform her, having already made the decision because I know what to be a dick about and what to let slide.
I cannot ignore that shitty couch, nor will I look the other way on the fear that led her to put an additional lock on the door.
She scoffs at me, as if I have insulted a palace. “This was the best I could afford, I’ll have you know. I wasn’t exaggerating when I told you my husband took everything.”
My jaw ticks as I kick open what turns out to be a bathroom, and then make my way to the second door, opening it with one hand and marching her inside.
I dump my woman on her single fucking bed and tower over her. “Do not call that idiot your husband. I’m going to suck and fuck that lowlife out of your head until my name is the only one on your lips. He was not your husband. He was a mistake, and that’s all. Everyone’s allowed a mistake in their life, pussycat. But I’m here now. We found each other, so he doesn’t exist anymore.”
She chuckles airily up at me, leaning back on her elbows. “Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
But her levity doesn’t last for more than a few beats. When I lean over to kiss her, she jerks her head away and holds up her hands to stop me. “Wait. I wasn’t kidding when I told you I’m not all that exciting in bed. You might be disappointed.”
It’s my turn to chuckle. “Not fucking possible, sweetheart. You let me worry about how much fun you’re having. That’s my job, not yours.” I slide off my suit jacket and set it atop her busted dresser. “Now sit back and let me do my job.”
My mouth is watering as I stalk toward my blinking doe-eyed beauty. I tower over her until she leans back, her head finally hitting the mattress. My shoulders are nearly as wide as this shitty mattress, and her sheets feel like sandpaper. I don’t want her to have to scratch up her bare ass on these sheets, but if I don’t get this cat pajama off her in the next ten seconds, I’m going to have some really fucked up dreams about those furry breasts.
I make a point to keep myself fully clothed, so I don’t make this about me. My cock is a selfish bastard, so I have to keep him in check.
My lips descend on hers, bringing us to a language we both speak well. She’s nervous. I can taste it on her, so I take my time soothing my skittish pussycat.
“I have a man in my apartment,” she informs me between kisses. “Is this real?”
“I thought we agreed that I’m your mirage.”
She smirks before kissing me again, relaxing beneath me. “Well, in that case, I hope this never ends.”
I nip at her lips and then her chin. “Careful what you wish for, sweetheart. You’re in for a sleepless night.”
The zipper on this pajama has been mocking me from the moment I saw her. I deserve a goddamn gold medal for holding myself back this long. I snatch the metal tongue between my teeth and slowly trail it down her body.
She wasn’t kidding when she mentioned her awkward bedroom demeanor. She hides her face when her bra-covered breasts spring free. “I don’t have sexy underwear!”
I slide back up her body and pry her hands from her face. “I’ll buy you a whole closet full of lingerie to wrap you up in, solely so I can tear each piece off you.”
“You don’t need to buy me stuff.”
I peck her lips. “You don’t have a choice. It’s just as much for me as it is for you. Don’t ask me to hold back, pussycat. You won’t like me that way.”
