And I’m pretty sure I know why.
“Hey, that’s great, Damien,” I say. “I’ll, uh…I’ll catch you later, okay?”
There’s a long pause.
“Sure, boss. Catch you later.”
I hang up, and when I turn around, I see Tilly sitting up in bed looking at me.
“That sounded a little…lackluster.”
“What are you, psychic?” Tilly giggles and shrugs. “That was Damien. We just hired a bunch of new girls at the club, and…”
“And he’s more excited than you are?” Tilly suggests. I go and sit by her, placing a hand on her thigh.
“The truth is…I’m just not that excited about running the club anymore.” It’s a very odd thing to admit, maybe the strangest thing I’ve ever had to admit in my life, but Tilly just looks at me and nods. It’s incredible how safe she makes me feel—how open.
“Is there something else you’d like to do?” she asks.
“Well, when I was a boy…I always wanted to run a restaurant.” It feels strange telling her this. I’ve never toldanyonethis. “But you know…life got in the way.”
“Couldyou run a restaurant?” Tilly asks, pulling herself closer to me.
“I…yeah, Icould, but I would have to sell my stake in the club to Damien to get the startup money,” I reply. “And that would be a big move.”
“Yeah.” Tilly nods. “It would.”
That one hangs in the air for a minute. We both know there’s not a lot left to say. After a moment, I lie back down in bed and look up at the ceiling. Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever had this much on my mind—not since I was starting the club at least. Tilly leans in and kisses me on the cheek.
“I’m going to go grab a shower. You can join me if you’d like.”
“Okay, angel.” I smile, kissing her back. “I think I just might do that.”
I watch her as she crosses the room, every inch of her perfect body drawing a response from me. I’m not even like a man when I look at her; I’m like an animal whose primal instincts are bubbling to the top of its consciousness.
No wonder Damien was ready to send her to VIP to earn money for him. He would have made an absolute fortune off of her. But just the thought of sending her into a situation like that sends a fiery rage through me.
I could never do that. It’s my job to make sure nothing like that ever happens to her from now on.
Because she’s mine now.
I get up and join her in the bathroom, where she’s already in the shower, that gorgeous body of hers hot and dripping wet. I didn’t realize just how horny I was until I see her completely nude, but my cock is completely aching, and my balls are hanging low, filled with the load ready to be dumped inside her.
I still can’t believe how I ended up with this goddess. Me, with this terrible scar running down my face, and her, a perfect princess who could get any man she wanted including rockstars or celebrities.
I’m a beast compared to her beauty, but that’s not going to stop me.
She’s turning as I come up behind her, but I stop her with a hand on her hips and run my other hand up the back of her leg, all the way to her firm ass, which I squeeze and then spank, leaving a nice red mark.
“How old are you again, angel?” I am a terrible man for wanting to hear this, but I do.
“I…I’m eighteen, sir.”
“Christ,” I growl, sliding my fingers between her legs. She’s already wet for me, a wetness that goes beyond the wetness of the shower.
I’m insanely hard, without her even having touched me. I step closer, slip my rock-hard erection between her juicy thighs so she can feel how hard I am for her, and a small gasp slips from her mouth.
“That’s right, baby. You do that to me.” I let the tip part her lips, giving my cock a taste of what’s to come. “I want…I want to go in raw, baby. No condom. You understand?”