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I started working at the Mission Mercenaries office when Lauren went into labor, coming in twice a week while she was on maternity leave. When she came back to work, I was told I could stay if I wanted to. I need something to do with my time. Plus, I need a little cash to tease Hollis with. Nothing gets him more riled up than me reminding him I have money in the bank to pay for my own things rather than being indebted to him. It makes him creative in what I owe him for, and I’m quite ecstatic about how I had to pay him back for the hardwood flooring that I walk on in his house even though he had it installed a year before I came along.
The house he took me to after he dragged me out of Mexico was just what I figured, a safe house. His real house, consequently, also in McAllen, Texas, was furnished better, although it was in desperate need of a woman’s touch. He didn’t bitch and complain too much when I started adding some softer touches to it. He was pleased by getting his payment for them. I had no idea throw pillows would not only cost him financially, but I’d also have to pay him for his emotional distress caused by having to look at them. That expense took all weekend to repay.
“To be in your head right now,” Lauren says, pulling me from those tantalizing, delicious memories.
I duck my head, making her laugh, but it doesn’t stop the heat rising in my cheeks.
“I was thinking about grocery shopping.”
“The fuck you were,” she argues. “You know I knew there was a connection between the two of you the day Nash dragged Hollis in here in cuffs.”
I can’t deny her observation because I felt it even then too. I was just working under the assumption it was one-sided. Fuck, am I glad to have been wrong.
“I never thought my life could look like this,” I confess.
“Loving a dangerous, unyielding man has its perks.” She angles her head toward the front door.
My body already starts to come to life at the sight of Hollis using his key to open the office door. The only way he’d allow me to work here is if he had access to me at all times. Having to wait for someone to unlock the door in order to enter, with a wall of glass and metal between us, was never going to happen. Angel got a little irritated about his demand but after Lauren whispered something in his ear, he quickly relented.
My mind whirls with how the afternoon will go.
“Is it lunch time already?” I ask, my voice breathier than it ever should be in front of others.
A slow smile spreads across my man’s face. “It’s going to be an expensive one.”
“That new steak restaurant across town?” Lauren asks, but she must notice the look on both of our faces because she chuckles, muttering something about us being kinky bastards.
“Expensive?” I ask, swallowing in an attempt to mask my excitement.
“I’m not sure you can afford it.”
I dart my eyes to Lauren who doesn’t even have the courtesy to look away when we briefly make eye contact.
I make payments whenever and wherever he sees fit. If I didn’t think that Angel would put a bullet in his head for pulling out his cock in front of Lauren, I’d worry he’d take me right here.
It wouldn’t be the first time he made demands of me in places other than the house. I don’t think a day has passed that he hasn’t been inside of me in some form or fashion—in the shower, in the pool, on my knees. It doesn’t matter to him. Sex, my pleasure and his, is always on the forefront of his mind, making me consider the strength he had in resisting those two weeks we were together in that shitty house. He swears he was never like that before me, but I don’t see how.
Even the days when we know for certain another month has gone by without two lines showing up on the pregnancy test, he makes demands of my body. I think those are the days I love him the most. He doesn’t treat me differently. He doesn’t blame me for not giving him what we both crave so much. He fucks me harder, deeper, promises me that it’s going to happen, and he’s going to enjoy every single second getting there.
I have no idea if my body will hum at the sight of him forever, but it hasn’t waned at all in these last six months.
“Think you guys can hold off fucking each other on the desk for ten minutes?”
I look over at Lauren, smiling when I see her grinning at us.
