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“We haven’t done the deed, but as I tell Miley, we are all but married so she needs to quit making that distinction. As I was saying we are Mr. and Mrs. Knox of Knox Industries. In Chicago, I’m the plus one to a dangerous assassin. Out here, no one knows us. Even the people in town only know that some rich recluse bought the place. Here we just get to be Damon and Miley.”
“You bought it for Miley.”
He smiled at her. “You are incredibly smart. I can see why Fitzwallace wants to move you up in the business. But if you ever want to move to Charleston, I could use you at Knox Industries. I suspect if you stay in Chicago, Brock will find a hideaway for the two of you.”
She looked around. “I doubt Brock and I will ever have this kind of money. I’m a little surprised he lives next door to Royce.”
“Would it surprise you to know that Brock comes from money? A whole lot of it and very old.”
“That’s not true.”
“Don’t be angry at him.”
“He should have told me.”
Damon shrugged. “As I said, some people get intimidated by the thought of being very wealthy, and I don’t know that he thinks of himself as rich. You two—much like Miley and I, King and Samantha, and Royce and Camille—have been on something of a whirlwind rollercoaster, although the two of you did know one another before everything started moving at warp speed. Money isn’t important to him. He’s always had it, and if he were to lose it, he’d just make more.”
It made sense. Brock was, by far, the most comfortable around Damon. While the others liked him well enough, he was mostly Miley’s plus one. Brock, however, seemed to genuinely enjoy Damon’s company. Miley and Brock joined them.
“Come on, lover. Take me upstairs and rock my world,” said Miley.
Damon turned to Alicia. “Subtlety is not Miley’s strong suit.” He stood up and without warning tossed Miley over his shoulder. “It isn’t mine, either.”
Miley stretched her arms down to grab Damon’s ass, which resulted in his smacking her ass and making her laugh.
Brock shook his head. “She laughs a lot more since she’s been with him. Do you want to sit out here for a while?”
“No, Daddy, I want to go upstairs with you and have you, as Miley said, ‘rock my world.’”
“Can do,” he said, drawing her out of the chair and throwing her over his shoulder. Alicia squealed, which made Brock laugh.
Once upstairs, Brock set her down, closing the door firmly behind them. Alicia couldn’t remember a time she hadn’t been fantasizing about Brock. To her he was the be all and end all of hunky guys. He was tall, muscular, and there were times you could see what a lethal weapon he could be, but there was a gentleness about him that had drawn her like a moth to a flame. She stood facing him, her eyes sparking with arousal as heated passion surged through her veins.
Brock walked over to the comfortable settee by the fireplace, sitting down with his legs spread so she could see the evidence of his need and desire as he kicked off his boots.
“Go on, baby girl. Show me what Daddy’s getting.”
Alicia closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and sighed. She wanted this to be real. She didn’t want to hide inside Sonata’s personality. She wanted to be Alicia—here, now, and with Brock. She slipped out of the cardigan she’d been wearing and let it slither to the floor.
“I think Daddy’s going to enjoy this.” He spoke in a lowered tone.
Her body responded with a slight tremor running through it. She grinned. So, he wanted to play? That she could do.
“You want me to dance, Daddy?” She saw the effect her sultry tone and the use of his preferred honorarium had on him—she could practically see his cock throbbing. “You want your baby girl to show you her princess parts?”
Brock gulped. “Where the fuck did you learn that kind of talk, baby girl?”
“I do a lot of reading,” she answered, shimmying out of her jeans and panties, which she tossed to him. “Last time for those.”
Slinking down to her knees, Alicia crawled across the floor to him. She could feel how the tank top gaped and allowed him to see the sexy lace bra beneath.
“Are you teasing Daddy, baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
She reached the foot of the loveseat and remained on all fours. Slowly, she reached up with one hand and unbuttoned his jeans and his cock sprung free from his boxer briefs, thick and hard, pulsating with anticipation. She’d always found it curious that the men of Cerberus all wore button-fly jeans, and now she understood. In the same way the women all went without panties, the men wore the button-flies because they were just innately sexier.
Her eyes widened, and for a moment, she worried if she could actually handle his size. His cock was enormous, but it was also beautiful, with its pronounced veining and the way a drop of pre-cum dripped from the head.
