My brain is racing. One part of me wants to consume her, and the other part of me wants to lower my pants and slide inside her. The side of me that’s been trying to breed her wins out, so I use one hand to push down the front of my pants. Then I wrap my hand around my girth while pulling her forward and down, filling her until the head of my cock bumps against her cervix.
I watch her eyes roll back and her head fall against the window behind her. I slowly slide out then back in with deep, smooth, long strokes, enjoying every inch of her pussy rippling around me. She was made for me, her pussy built to be taken by me alone.
“Look at you…so fucking beautiful. Even with a view behind you that people pay millions for, you still outshine it.” My eyes lower to our connection and I watch myself disappear inside her. “Men would kill to see what I see right now,” I tell her on a grunt, pressing deeper inside her. “But you’re mine. You belong to me and only me, and I will kill anyone who even tries to get too close to you, anyone who even imagines seeing you like I see you,” I growl, the thought of another man even thinking of her making me want to kill.
She is my obsession.
Her hips begin to rotate and my head falls back. I know that, if I let her continue her movements, I will shoot off inside her before I’m ready. So I still her hips and pull her from the glass, walking to the couch that faces the fireplace and laying her along the back. After sliding out of her and kissing her before nibbling down her body, I pause over her pussy, where I let out a long breath. Lying like this, she’s stuck; she can’t move or she will fall over the back or onto the couch.
“Stay still so you don’t fall,” I tell her and kiss her above her pubic bone before licking up her center, circling her clit, and then pulling it into my mouth between my lips. Her back arches and the couch wobbles as I fill her with two fingers. “Careful,” I hiss against her, fucking her slowly with my fingers as I suck on her pussy, letting her juices flow into my mouth.
Once I feel her little pussy start to convulse around my fingers, I lift my face, running my tongue around her belly button before sucking on each of her nipples. Then I kiss up her neck to her mouth, where she sucks on my tongue and lips, taking her taste off my mouth.
I hold her hips firmly as I enter her again; my cock is so hard that I feel my pulse beating through it. Her body slides with each thrust and her head slips over the side of the couch, her back bent, her hands on the cushion of the couch near her head. While her tits are bouncing with each thrust, her legs wrap around me as she is made completely helpless in this position.
I fuck into her, sliding my thumb over her clit in quick circles. She screams out as her pussy strangles my cock. The feeling of her walls clamping down on me has me standing on my tiptoes and pounding harder until my balls draw up and I come deep inside her. Then I take a deep breath, put my hands under her arms, and lift her slight weight up while she’s still impaled on me. Her body slumps into mine as I carry her around to the front of the couch and sit with her on my lap.
My chest is moving rapidly along with hers. I can feel her heart beating hard against my own as I look down at her, and I move her hair off her face, seeing that her eyes are still closed. Leaning my head back, I say a prayer of thanks that she was given to me.
Chapter 2
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“Do you want to explain to me why Mr. Yakamora called to tell me you missed your conference call this morning?”
I look up from the file I have been going over at my associate, Wesly, one of the five men who own the law firm along with me, and my eyebrows pull together.
“The meeting was canceled,” I state, sitting back in my chair.
“By whom?” he asks.
Since I never asked Maxine who called and canceled the meeting, I have no way of knowing that information until Maxine gets back to the office.
“I’m not sure. Maxine is the one who received the information.” I sigh, rubbing between my eyes.
“Well, now Mr. Yakamora is demanding you go to Japan and meet in person. Normally, I would say fuck him, but this case would be over twelve million alone, and we can’t risk losing that kind of profit right now.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, knowing he’s right but pissed that I have to leave Chloe for any length of time.
“Sorry, man. I would handle this myself, but you know he only wants to deal with you.”
“I’ll get this figured out. Tell Charles to schedule the jet for a red-eye flight to Tokyo,” I tell him as I gather my documents and briefcase. “I need to head home to pack. I’ll call you once I reach Japan.”
“We’ll talk then. Good luck, man,” he says, patting my back.
I pull my phone out of my pocket and call Ricket to tell him to meet me out front. As soon as I exit the building, my limo is idling at the curb and Ricket is standing on the sidewalk, holding the door open.
“Where to, sir?”
“Chloe. Then home. I’ll be leaving for Japan tonight,” I tell him, anxious about being away from her. “I’ll take a car service to the airport so you can make sure Chloe gets home safely. Also, put Bernard on her until I get home,” I tell Ricket, loosening my tie.
“Yes, sir,” he says, pulling away from the curb.
When we arrive at the bakery, I step out and see Chloe through the glass window, sitting at a small table in the front of the store. She’s talking to a woman who looks familiar, but I can’t place where I know her from. When I walk into the bakery, Chloe’s eyes come to me and her face lights up. I watch as she says something to the woman before walking directly to me.
“Hey, you,” she whispers.
I lower my face and kiss her while wrapping my hand around the back of her neck so I can keep her anchored to me. “Angel,” I say against her mouth, standing up to my full height. “Do you have a moment?”
“Um, sure,” she says as her eyebrows draw together. “Just let me tell Lee we’re going to be outside.”
I nod, release her from my hold, and watch as she walks away to the back of the bakery. When she comes back, I open the door for her and step out onto the busy sidewalk, taking her hand and walking her to the back of the limo. Once I have her seated in my lap, I turn her face towards me and look at her for a moment.
“What’s going on?” she asks, searching my face.
“I’m leaving for Japan tonight. I should be home Monday if everything goes as planned.”
“Oh,” she mutters, her shoulders slumping forward.
Even though she refuses to move into my loft, she has been there every night. We haven’t been apart for more than a few hours since the first time I took her. I want her with me, but she continues to say that she doesn’t feel comfortable living with me without us having a more solid footing in our relationship. What the hell that means, I have no fucking clue. All the women I have met in the past would have jumped at the opportunity to have a man take care of them, but my beautiful angel is not like all women, I suppose.
“It’s Wednesday,” she says as her fingers wrap into the collar of my suit jacket.
“I’ll be back before you know it. Ricket will be taking you to and from work while I’m gone, and Bernard will be looking after you.”
“I’m not afraid of being alone. I’m just going to miss you,” she says, placing her forehead against mine.
“Angel,” I whisper, wrapping my fingers into her hair and pulling her mouth to mine. Once I have enough of her taste on my tongue, I release her and sit back. “You need to be good while I’m away. I need to know that you’re safe,” I say as my fingers dig into the skin of her waist. The thought of something happening to her when I’m not around is enough to make me crazy.
“I’ll be working most of the time you’re gone. Then I have some stupid bachelorette party to go to on Saturday, an—”
“What?” I growl, cutting her off.
“My friend, Bre—the girl I was talking to when you walked in? Well, she’s getting married and invited me to her bachelorette party this
weekend. Normally, I wouldn’t go, but she keeps asking and I feel bad. I don’t think she has many friends,” she says softly, reading the look on my face.
I trust Chloe, but I do not trust anyone else with her. While saying that, I also know I can’t exactly say no in this situation. So, like the lawyer I am, I immediately begin to formulate an argument that will lead to an outcome I can live with.
“Since I won’t be here, and I know how things can happen when women get together, I need you to allow me to supply security while you’re out with your friend,” I state.
She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth and begins to nibble at it while searching my face. Regardless of whether or not she agrees to these terms, I will have my men on her twenty-four-seven while I’m away. The only difference will be that, in this situation, she will know they are there.
“I don’t know how they will feel about having some scary-looking security hanging around,” she says with a small smile.
“My men are professionals,” I growl, kissing her neck, making her laugh.
“Where do you even find them, mobhenchmen.com?”
“Very funny, Angel.” I chuckle and tuck some loose hair behind her ear. “I need to know you’re safe,” I repeat sternly.
“If they don’t make it obvious they are there, then it’s fine,” she says, giving me exactly what I need, and I reward her with a kiss. “What time is your flight?” she asks, tucking her head under my chin.
“Late.” I sigh, pulling her tighter against me. “I still need to head home to the condo so I can pack,” I say quietly, enjoying the peace only she can bring me.
“I should probably get back into the shop,” she whispers after a few minutes, sitting up, and as much as I don’t want to let her go, I know I need to.
“Kiss me,” I demand.
She does as she’s told, her small tongue touching my bottom lip, making my cock, which was already at half-mast from having her on my lap, rise completely. I hate that I can’t have her one more time before I must go out of town. I take over the kiss, sucking her tongue into my mouth and then nibbling on her lips before pulling away, kissing her gently one last time.
“Be safe on your trip. I love you,” she says quietly, pressing her soft lips to mine once more.
“Love you, Angel,” I tell her, sitting for a second longer, willing my erection to go down.
After moving her off my lap and opening the door to the limo, I get out, taking her hand in mine before walking her back across the street. Then I pull her into my arms one final time, breathing her in before opening the door to the bakery for her and watching her head inside. When I see her head towards the table where her friend is sitting, I take a moment to watch. The woman looks through the glass at me, and something about her triggers a memory I can’t place. She smiles, but I don’t return it, instead looking at Chloe, who waves. I lift my chin at her and head back across the street.
As soon as I’m seated inside the limo, I look at Ricket in the rearview mirror. “Call Bernard and tell him Chloe will be going out Saturday night and I want men on her while I’m out of town.”
“Will do, sir.” He nods.
“I also want to know how far along we are on getting her building condemned.”
“They’re still working on it, sir.”
“Tell them if they can get it done before I get home, I will add another half a million.”
“Will do, sir,” Ricket says.
I know he will do anything I ask of him. He has been with me since I was a teen, and he’s one of the few people I would trust with my life.
After going home and packing, I make it to the airport and wait in the limo, sending Maxine a quick message about her fuck-up before calling Chloe and making sure she got home okay.
“Hey, Angel.”
“Hey. Are you at the airport?” she asks.
I can hear the water turn on and the sound of her brushing her teeth. As crazy as it sounds, I’m pissed that I’m missing a small moment like that with her.
“Yes,” I say, looking out the window at my jet. “Are you in for the night?”
“Are you saying your men didn’t tell you I was home already?” she asks, and I can hear the smile in her voice.
“I like hearing it for myself,” I state then let out a frustrated breath when my driver taps on the window. “Be good while I’m away. I will call you in the morning. Make sure you wait for Ricket to take you to work in the tomorrow.”
“I will. Don’t worry about me,” she says reassuringly.
“I will always worry about you when I’m not around to see to your care myself,” I tell her.
I hear her sharp inhalation of breath. She still has a hard time accepting that I want to take care of her, how much I love her and want what’s best for her. I’m sure my psychologist would have a field day if he knew what kind of shit I am thinking when it comes to Chloe. My feelings for her go above and beyond the realm of normal and into the categories of slightly crazy, obsessed, and extreme possession. The one thing I can say though is that at least I can admit it to myself, and if I’m being completely honest, I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks about my feelings for her. She’s mine and has been from the first moment I saw her.
“I’ll call you in the morning, Angel.”
“Okay,” she says. I can hear her getting into bed, and I grit my teeth. “Night,” she whispers.
“Night, Angel,” I say, hanging up, grabbing my bag, and heading for the plane.
*
“I’m having a hard time believing you want my business,” Mr. Yakamora says, and it takes everything in me not to growl.
“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want your business,” I remind him again. Since I showed up in Tokyo, I have been hearing the same thing over and over. “I explained what happened with our meeting, apologized, and flew out here. My associates and I have been working this case since the beginning. If you feel another firm can do a better job, be my guest, but let me tell you, no firm in the world has the reputation we have. We’re known for winning cases, sir.” I sit back in my chair and loosen my tie.
He looks me over and sighs. “There is a lot of money on the line. We need to know you are completely involved.”
“I have proven to you and your company that you have me and my firm’s devotion. At this point, I do not know how else to demonstrate to you we are the best choice for you if you think you can get better representation somewhere else,” I say again.
Just as I’m about ready to say fuck it and walk, he turns to me, his eyes searching my face.
“How do you feel about sake?” he asks with a wide smile, changing the subject and catching me off guard.
“Fucking hate the shit,” I tell him, and he immediately begins to laugh as he comes towards me to pat my arm.
“You just haven’t had it in the right environment.”
I look around the club Mr. Yakamora’s men brought us to and sigh. When I was recently divorced—hell, even when I was married—I would have been happy to spend my business trip in a place like this. Great food, good company, and beautiful women at your beck and call. But as I sit here, all I can think about is Chloe. Tonight, she would be going to a bachelorette party, and I have to rely on other people to watch over her. I still can’t kick the strange feeling about the woman who was at the bakery with Chloe. I have no idea where I know her from, but something about her is familiar.
“You’re not enjoying yourself,” Mr. Yakamora observes, sitting down in the chair next to me and loosening his tie.
“I have a lot on my mind.”
“Who is she?” he asks, calling a girl over with a wave of his fingers. When she’s within hearing distance, he asks her in Japanese for another bottle of sake then turns back towards me. “I know it’s a woman because only a woman can make a man look like he is somewhere else. I grew up hearing from my parents and grandparents that, when you find the woman you were meant for, your souls are always together, regardless of sp
ace or time.”
I let his words sink in and relax back into my chair.
“So tell me. Who is she?” he asks.
I feel my jaw grind. I do not talk about Chloe to anyone, and I do not enjoy feeling like I have to choose between my personal life and the respect I have for a client.
“Ahh,” Mr. Yakamora says quietly, steepling his fingers in front of him. “All right.” He snaps his fingers on his right hand, and the waitress who had been taking his order comes over, setting a bottle of sake on the table along with two glasses. “I propose a toast.” He pours the alcohol into one glass, handing it to me before pouring his own and setting the bottle down. “To space and time and the women who transcend it,” he says.
We hold our glasses towards each other before taking a drink.
“Yes,” I sleepily mumble into the phone after I finally get it to my ear.
“Sir, Chloe is in the hospital,” Ricket says, and I sit up.
“What do you mean ‘Chloe’s in the hospital’?” I turn on the light. “Is she okay?” I ask, getting out of bed and going over to my suitcase, where I begin tossing all of my belongings inside.
“Shit.” He takes a deep breath. “Duane was keeping an eye on her in the bar and noticed that she’d started acting strange. She went to the restroom and he followed her, so when she didn’t reappear after a few minutes, he went in and found her unconscious on the floor of one of the stalls. Right now, we’re waiting for the doctor to tell us what’s going on.”
“What the fuck happened?” I growl, powering up my computer. I need to get in touch with my pilot to ready the jet. I need to get to Chloe.
“We’re not sure. I’m pulling the video from the bar as we speak.”
“Stay with her until I get there. Do not let her out of your sight,” I command.
“Will do, sir,” he replies immediately.
“The jet will be in the air within the hour. If you hear anything, let me know right away,” I tell him while texting my pilot.
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