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I pick my ass up off the floor and rummage through the closet. I’m happy the woman who owns this cabin is my size and has some decent taste in clothes. I’d hate to go back out there looking silly in huge overalls or giant unicorn pajamas when he’s looking like that.
I put on some expensive yoga pants and a cashmere sweater as I try to internalize what Warren said. There’s a life before and after us. Nothing in the past matters.
I gulp as I head for the door. I hope he still feels that way after I tell him about mine.
Chapter Seven
Daisy
“So, that’s why I agreed to the auction,” I say as Warren gazes into my eyes. “I wanted to give some of the money back to my family and friends.”
I swallow hard as I look at the table. The familiar feelings of shame and self-disgust are tearing through me, making me feel like a horrible person. I wish I never started that damn company. I wish I never met Miles Brenner. I’ve made so many mistakes and they’re all unfixable.
We’re at the kitchen table and Warren is holding my hands. The bottle of wine is half done and I’ve just told him everything. I admitted it all. I even told him that deep down I had a nagging feeling that maybe the things Miles was telling me weren’t always totally legit, but I ignored that gnawing feeling and focused on the money, fame, and success that was surely coming my way. I haven’t told anyone else that. Hell, I didn’t even admit it to myself until now, but Warren’s open trustful eyes just have a way of bringing out the truth.
He listened without judgment or blame. He just let me speak and get it all out. I feel a bit better.
“It’s not your fault, Daisy,” he says in a soft reassuring voice. “It was never your fault.”
“I lost everyone’s money. It is my fault.”
“Miles stole everyone’s money,” he says. “You’re a trusting person. That’s not a flaw, it’s a virtue. You put your trust in Miles and he took advantage of you. He’s the problem here, not you.”
“Well, he’s dead,” I say with a sigh. “So, there was no one left to blame except for me.”
“They’re just upset now,” he says as he grips my hand. “They’ll come around.”
“And if they don’t?”
He shrugs those big shoulders as his warm eyes stare into mine. “Then, we’ll start our own family. You’ll always be loved, Daisy. As long as there’s blood flowing through my veins. That I can promise you.”
This time, I lean over the table and kiss him. A long, deep, sensual kiss that has me wet and throbbing between my legs by the time I finally pull away.
He licks his lips and moans as he watches me sit back down.
I want more.
I want to do naughty things to this man. Dirty things that will make him moan louder and harder.
His eyebrows rise a little as I slip off the chair and drop to my knees in front of him.
My mouth is already watering as I slide my palms up his thick muscular thighs and then grip his belt.
I shyly look up with my heart hammering in my chest. My pussy is so wet. My mouth is watering. I want this strong man’s big cock in my mouth. I want to thank him for all he’s done for me, but more than that, I just want to taste him.
He sucks in a breath and holds it as he watches me undo his belt. That big bulge in his jeans is getting longer and harder before my lustful eyes. I watch it in shock as it turns into a stiff rod. I gulp as I look up at him.
The ravenous look in his eyes makes me shiver. I can feel the lust emanating from him. This man is burning for me. He wants this as much as I do, maybe even more.
I lick my lips and watch his face as I pull his zipper down. He shifts in the chair with a heavy groan, the wooden legs creaking under his tremendous weight.
The heated throb between my legs deepens as I tug his jeans down and see his huge erection hiding behind his light gray boxer briefs. There’s a wet spot at the tip. I can’t help but moan as I imagine the thrilling taste of his pre-cum.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers in a deep throaty voice as I slip my fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pull it down.
His cock snags on the material, but then springs free—thick, long, and rock fucking hard.
“Yes,” I whisper as I wrap my hands around his throbbing shaft. My index finger and thumb don’t even come close to connecting. He’s so big. So powerful. I’m mesmerized by his beautiful cock.
