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“Financially, it could get tight until I get some big-paying contracts.”
“We’d make do. I could take more hours at the diner and see if I could pick up more sewing jobs.”
“Dollface, you’re not getting me,” I tell her, waiting for it to dawn on her. “You’re willing to sacrifice your stability for me. That’s what I want to do for you.” When I see that she’s still not getting it, I spell it out for her. “Let me take the load. Whatever Noah wants to do, he’ll be covered for school. I’m his family too. I make damn good money. The club takes care of all its members. I own this house, and that means there’s no rent, no mortgage, no nothing. Do you get me now?”
“This is your house?” she squeaks.
“Yeah. Bought this house the minute I knew you were going to be mine. Fell in love with you that day in the car when I told you my name,” I murmur, caressing her cheek. “I fought it. Didn’t think I was ready. Certainly didn’t know if you were ready, but in the end, I know you’re perfect for me. This feels right.”
“It does. But you have to see that I need to carry my weight in this relationship. I can’t let you take care of me without giving back.”
“I’m not leaving you. I’m here for good.”
“What if I can’t make this into a viable career? Then I’ve wasted my time and your money.”
“You can do this.”
“I don’t know.” She shakes her head. I put my fingers under her chin and lift her gaze to mine.
“See me. Hear me. You can do this. Leap of faith, dollface. Take it!”
“I can’t leave Millie high and dry.”
“Talk to her tomorrow. Give her proper notice or ask her to cut back your hours to three days, and when she finds a replacement, you make Lace Gowns your full-time gig.”
“Lace Gowns?” She giggles.
“Just a thought. Call it whatever you want.”
“I’m scared,” she confesses.
“You’re not alone,” I tell her with steely determination.
“Leap of faith, huh?” she says, biting her lip.
“You can do this. And Millie will understand. She was there for me when I needed her. I didn’t have any money until I started working. Millie must have caught on that I wasn’t eating. She would bring me bagged lunches, and in front of the guys would holler out, “Here’s your order, hon.” I couldn’t refuse without looking stupid. I paid her back once I had money, but she donated the whole thing to the shelter.”
She finally relents. “I’ll talk to Millie tomorrow.” I see the excitement brimming in her eyes. Charlotte can do anything. I have no doubt.
THIRTEEN
I’m Fired
CHARLOTTE
Last night, after our heart-to-heart, Wildcard showed me just how much I can do anything. When we’ve made love in the past, it’s been passionate and intense. This time around, it was my turn to drive my man wild. I had to get past my shyness, although that didn’t last long because the way Wildcard makes me feel turns me into a sex kitten, and I can’t seem to help myself.
It started with kissing, which turned into tearing our clothes off. I needed to touch him so badly that I pushed him back onto the bed and practically jumped on him. I found my way between his legs and took him in my mouth. I never thought I’d enjoy giving a blow job, but it’s different with Wildcard. His scent is intoxicating, the taste of him even better. I fondled his sac and ran my nails over his thighs, not hard and rough, but enough to cause a shudder and have his hand come to the back of my head. He lifted my hair out of my face and watched as I took him deep.
“Fuck me, baby. That feels so good,” he moaned. The more he groaned my name, the more confident I became. I climbed onto his lap, angling my body to take him inside me. I wanted to go slow, but I was dripping for him. It seems that sucking Wildcard off makes me frantic to have him. Slow wasn’t an option.
When I came down on him, a sexy hiss escaped his lips. His hands on my hips held me down, allowing me to feel how big he was and how much I loved it. When he let go, I bounced up and down over his cock. Each time, I took him fully and moved faster and faster. I added a gyrating motion when I came down. He called my name gruffly, and I knew he was close.
His legs tensed, his arms guided me faster still. I was on the brink myself.
“You gotta come, dollface,” he pants. “Like now,” he said, gritting his teeth.
“Okay,” I replied, throwing my head back, curving my back into an arch, and letting go completely. As I was coming, Wildcard wrapped an arm around my waist and held me still. He pistoned inside me, finding his own release.
