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“Sign a contract?” I scoff. “I’m never agreeing to another contract in my life. The last one almost had me married to my sister’s husband.”
His shirt is now completely undone and hanging open as he stares at me. I can’t help but let my gaze roam over him. I can peek at what looks like a chestpiece tattoo. His tanned skin glows under the lights.Is that an eight-pack?He has ridges and dips I haven’t seen on any other man. And I thought his cock was impressive. I shouldn’t have expected anything less. And now all I can think about is his dick again.
Dick.
Dick.
Dick.
Shit! I’m back to that again.
“You need to leave.”
“No.” He drops to his knees and then taps his shoulder. “Hook a leg over and hike up that dress.”
I should run far, far away, but my breath comes out in short pants. This man is opposite to the world I know. He doesn’t make sense, but I feel his demanding tone.
He wants me.
And I want him.
But I can’t help thinking there’s more than just this. He isn’t acting like himself. Something’s upset him. And I want to be that distraction for him.
But I need to understand precisely what I’m getting myself into when it comes to Dawson.
CHAPTER 12
Dawson
“Get up,” she says, shaking her head and stepping back. “Please get up and get dressed.”
“Can’t say I’ve had any woman turn me down,” I tell her, standing but not bothering to do up my shirt or let go of my belt. I don’t know why, but since sending out feelers and speaking to numerous people after my conversation with Crue, I came here. To her. And I don’t understand that. But for the first time in a long time, I’m acting on impulse—just like with the tattoo—and it all has to do with her. I need to get her out of my system.
“I’m not turning you down,” she says, hugging herself. I know she wants this just as much as I do. I can read all the signs. “But I don’t want to do it here.”
“So you would rather go to a hotel?”
“Why do you have a contract with that woman?” Her hands fall to her waist as she asks me.Insecurity. Something I imagine very few see from this confident, beautiful woman.
“I have contracts with everyone I fuck. Almost everyone in my life has a contract of some kind.”
“Even your family?” She raises a brow.
“Yes, even them.” I try to hide the tone that always resonates when speaking about my fucked-up family, as it sounds so brusque.
“Why?”
I don’t know why she cares or has to know. It’s not something I often talk about, and I never go into depth. But being a Ricci daughter, she must understand this much. “Because everyone wants something from me. If I can stop them taking it, I will.” I imagine her father has a similar outlook on life. We might be in different businesses, but that doesn’t change the outcome. There is a reason why men like us stay on top because breaking a contract is as good as a death sentence.
She nods in understanding and then steps past me. Her eyes are glued to my stomach, and part of me wishes she’d rake her nails over me as she walks past, simply to give me something… physical. I’ve never been in a position where I’ve been denied touch. If anything, too many touched what they do not have the right to.
But her? I want her touch.
Fuck, I even sought it out tonight.
Honey opens her locker and grabs her purse before moving to the door where I stand. She looks me up and down again, biting her bottom lip. I don’t even thinkshe’s aware that she does it. Then her almost silver eyes find mine. Fuck me, she has no right to be this beautiful.
She leans over and I can’t help but rake an appreciative glance down her enticing body. This woman is making me crazy. She offers me my jacket from the floor and says, “I’m hungry. You should feed me.”
