“I say I’ll take it. Thank you, sir.”
“Very well,” the commander said with a smile. He stood and held his hand out.
Taylor stood and placed her hand in his.
“It’ll work out well for both of us,” he said as they shook.
Taylor smiled and hoped that it would.
****
Taylor was setting the table for dinner just as Victor and Gregor entered the front door.
“Miss Montgomery,” Gregor greeted before proceeding down the hall.
“Hello, Gregor. I already swept the house!” she shouted at his back.
It was no use. Taylor knew that he wasn’t listening. Ever since Collier’s betrayal, Gregor trusted no one. He always checked for himself, taking no one’s word for anything.
Victor smiled, revealing those sexy dimples, and walked over to Taylor.
“Is he ever going to call me Taylor?”
“Probably not.” Victor chuckled.
He grabbed Taylor by the waist and pulled her against his hard body. He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her like he missed her. Taylor snaked her arms around his neck and held him tight as he greeted her the way she loved him to. Taylor expressed her pleasure with a moan. Victor tasted of mint and promise as he kissed her angst away.
Taylor groaned her disappointment when he eased his lips from hers. He looked down at her with a smile in his eyes. Taylor gazed up into his dazzling greens.
“Hey, baby,” she said softly.
“Hey, sweetness. I want to hear all about your first day back to work. But, first, I wanna get out of this suit.”
Reluctantly, Taylor released him when he took a step back. He ran his fingers through her thick, curly afro and kissed her forehead.
“I love your hair like this.”
The smooth, rumble of his deep voice sent chills down Taylor’s spine. “I know you do, bae.”
Victor smiled and gripped Taylor’s ass. “What’s for dinner? Did you cook?”
“I did,” Taylor said with a wide smile. “I made Beef Wellington.”
Victor stepped back and did a sexy Magic Mike roll while stripping teasingly out of his suit coat. “Awe, shit, girl! You cooked white people food for your man,” he chortled, playfully.
Taylor cracked up at his silliness. But he was right. She’d often teased him that Beef Wellington was rich, white people’s food. But it was his favorite, so she had perfected the recipe.
“You’re so silly, bae. Go on and get comfortable,” she ordered through laughter.
Gregor glared curiously as Victor danced past him. He turned to Taylor with a questioning glare.
“He’s nuts.” Taylor chuckled. “You gonna come inside for dinner?”
“I can’t. I need to secure the perimeter.”
Taylor crossed her arms and glared at him. “Gregor, you ain't a one-man security force. There’s a whole team out there. Now, come on and sit down.” Taylor could tell that he was engaged in an inner debate. “I insist,” she told him before the side that wanted to stand guard outside could win the debate.
“Alright, ma’am. Thank you,” he acquiesced.
Gregor removed his jacket and walked over to the sink to wash his hands. “May I help with something?” he asked.
“Yep. Grab a bottle of Pinot Noir from the rack. There’s a corkscrew in that drawer,” Taylors said, pointing to the drawer under the wine rack.
“Got it.”
“So, Gregor, since you’re being so compliant, do you think that you could call me Taylor?”
“Don’t push it, Miss Lady,” Gregor snickered with a raised eyebrow.
Taylor laughed and finished setting the table.
“I see she bullied you into staying for dinner,” Victor joked when he returned to the dining room.
Taylor laughed again, but the sight of Victor in a white, V-neck tee and gray jogging pants stole her laughter. Even dressed down, he was a vision of power and masculinity. His bulky shoulders and muscular chest formed the sexiest of silhouette under a plain, white T-shirt. And the gray jogging pants couldn’t even begin to hide his powerful thighs and that massive tool between them.
“Stop staring at me like that. I’m not a piece of meat,” Victor smirked.
Taylor knew that she was staring, but it wasn’t a person in the room that could make her stop. Victor was mistaken. He was meat, pure beefcake. And she was still gaping at his noticeable bulge when Gregor placed the bottle of wine on the table louder than he needed to. Taylor quickly turned to Gregor with an apologetic grin.
“My bad,” she mumbled. “You guys sit. I’ll get the food.”
Taylor hurried into the kitchen and grabbed a set of potholders. She pulled the hot casserole dish from the oven and carried it into the dining room.
“Mmm, Taylor, sweetheart, that smells delicious,” Victor praised.
“It does,” Gregor agreed.
“Thank you. I hope you like it.”
Taylor returned to the kitchen and grabbed two dishes. One containing potatoes au gratin and the other filled with steamed asparagus. She carried them into the dining room and placed them on mats next to the main dish.
“Baby, you have outdone yourself today. Dinner looks amazing. Sit down. I’ll pour the wine.”
Victor stood and grabbed the bottle of wine and poured Taylor a full glass. He attempted to pour some for Gregor, but he covered the rim.
“I’m on duty, sir.”
“Nonsense, we’re enjoying dinner. I’m insisting that you take the night off. Now, move your hand.”
“Um-mm,” Gregor refused, shaking his head. “Don’t like wine, sir.”
Gregor turned to Taylor. “Got any beer?” he asked.
“Of course.” Taylor chuckled. “Miller Lite okay?”
“Perfect.”
Taylor stood from her chair, but Victor stilled her by holding out his hand.
“Relax, babe. I’ll get the beer.”
Taylor lowered herself to sit. When Victor left the room, she looked over at Gregor. She could tell that he was a bit uncomfortable with Victor serving him. “Shi-id, Gregor. You’re off duty. Enjoy it while you can,” she urged.
“Yeah,” Gregor muttered. “You keep cooking like this, and maybe I’ll be able to get him to wash my car.”
“Don’t count on that.” Taylor giggled.
When Victor returned with Gregor’s beer, the three of them sat and feasted on dinner over light conversation. Taylor had to admit that she was enjoying Gregor’s company. He’d opened up about his personal life for the first time since she’d met him. He was usually all about the business of keeping Victor safe.
During dinner, Taylor learned that Gregor used to be a Navy Seal, and he was a divorced father of two teenage boys that almost matched him in height. As they shared a meal, Taylor discovered that the normally brooding and intimidating giant was actually funny and charismatic. To Taylor’s surprise, Gregor had opened up about everything from his political views to his parenting style. After dinner, Taylor felt as if she knew him so much better. When he was protecting Victor, he seemed almost robotic. But, now, Taylor understood that even though he took his job seriously, he was still a human being. He’d even stuck around for an after-dinner drink.
“Alright, now. I gotta get home and make sure the girls that my sons sneaked in the house don’t get pregnant,” Gregor announced.
Taylor laughed hysterically. The effects of the wine and the fact that Gregor actually had a sense of humor gave her the giggles.
“Alright, old man, I’ll see you in the morning.” Victor chuckled.
As Victor walked Gregor to the door, Taylor cleared the dishes. She was bent over, placing them in the dishwasher when Victor walked up behind her and pressed his dick against her behind. He groped her ass and moaned.
“Baby, you got the sweetest ass I’ve ever seen.”
Taylor stood upright and turned to face him. “You think so?” she asked flirtatiously.
“Mos
t definitely. Come here,” he demanded, pulling her into his arms and gripped her ass.
“Dinner was amazing,” he praised as he pulled her yoga pants off of her ass.
Victor slid her pants, along with her panties, down her thighs, until they fell to the floor. He helped Taylor step out of her pants, one leg at a time. Taylor’s nipples hardened and her pussy throbbed with anticipation.
Victor looked up at her and graced her with his sexiest smirk. “I repeat, dinner was amazing. But there’s only one problem.”
“What’s that?” Taylor whispered.
“I’m still hungry,” he revealed with a sexy pout.
Victor ran a single finger up her leg and then up the inside of her thigh, ultimately reaching the eager V that would lead to her pleasure. Taylor relaxed, placing her elbows on the countertop. At Victor's insistence, she eased her legs apart.
Taylor inhaled a sharp breath when Victor’s thumb pressed her swollen clit. He circled the burning bundle of nerves just slow enough to inflict the sweetest torture. Taylor’s breathing increased and her heart began to race. Her legs began to quiver, and she was ready to beg for relief. Seemingly, sensing her need, Victor placed his warm mouth against her quivering, wet pussy and sucked her clit into his mouth.
“Damn, Victor!” Taylor blurted breathlessly.
Her outburst must have served as the incantation used to evoke the pussy-eating beast that resided in Victor Creed. With unrelenting fierceness, he licked and sucked Taylor’s pussy until she cried out in ecstasy. She reached down, clawed his scalp, and rolled her hips until she was fucking his face. Taylor was pulling his face so deep into her pussy until she was worried that he couldn’t breathe. But his own pleasurable moans convinced her that he was getting the air that he needed.
Taylor rolled her shoulders back and used her free hand to fondle her sensitive nipple. The sheer pleasure of it all was almost too much. But it was when Victor slipped his thick middle finger in her wet entrance that she really lost control. Victor was licking, sucking, and finger fucking her pussy into submission, and Taylor was cumming.
“Aghh!”
Her orgasm rolled over her like a tsunami. Out of breath, quivering, and no longer able to stand on her own, Taylor’s knees buckled. Although Victor caught her in his arms, he had no intention of cuddling. He flipped her around and bent her over the kitchen sink. Victor smacked her ass, grabbed the back of her neck, and pushed her head down. Taylor held on tight as Victor guided his thick dick inside her pussy. She held her breath until she adjusted to his size.
Though he was merciful with his initial invasion, all compassion flew out of the window when he retracted his dick and then returned it with a powerful thrust. He repeated the forceful act, completely lifting Taylor from her feet.
“Goddamn it, Taylor! This pussy is so wet, baby,” Victor growled. “My sweet pussy!”
“Y-yesss,” Taylor struggled.
Victor was filling every inch of her as if he’d literally stepped inside of her body. He grunted and groaned as he fucked her off her feet.
Taylor was gripping the faucet so tight, she was surprised that it was still attached. Each powerful thrust was all the way in, and all the way out. He was fucking Taylor into a frenzy. With his balls slapping and teasing her clit with each stroke, Taylor was peeking another explosion.
“I’m gonna cum, baby,” Taylor panted.
“Cum, bae! I’m cummin’ with you!”
Victor’s strokes intensified as he plunged in and pulled out of her heat. Taylor’s soaked pussy was pulsating on his overly generous, rock-hard dick as she erupted around him.
“I’m cumming!” Victor growled.
Taylor’s toes curled as he pumped his hot seed into her. She released the faucet and gripped the edge of the sink. She was holding on tight, trying to calm her quivering legs as Victor eased his dick past her swollen, tender lower lips.
“Damn, babe,” Victor mumbled out of breath. He helped Taylor to her feet and pulled her back to his chest. Victor hugged her tightly around the waist and kissed the side of her face.
“I love you so much,” he rasped.
“I love you too, baby,” Taylor purred.
“Leave the dishes. Let’s go to bed. I’m ready for dessert.”
Before she could agree or disagree, Victor swung her around, lifted her into his arms, and carried her to the bedroom.
CHAPTER TWELVE
BELLA
Bella walked into her living room and tossed her keys on the table by the door. She dropped her bag on the floor and flipped the light switch on. As she walked down the hall to her bedroom, she noticed that the bathroom light was on. Dean must’ve been there. She stopped at the bathroom and peered inside. Dean had his head under the cabinet. Bella smiled, happy that he was installing her brand-new basin. Bella leaned against the doorframe. After a long day of searching with no possible leads on who her mystery woman was, Dean had just made her day.
“You have got to be the best ex-husband ever,” Bella admitted.
“Yeah, I’ll bet,” Dean scoffed. “How was your day?”
Bella blew out an exasperated breath. “Don’t ask,” she warned. “How bout you? How was work?”
“My client is guilty as fuck.” Dean chuckled.
Dean was a criminal defense attorney, and he believed passionately that everyone deserved a proper defense. But he hated defending clients he knew were guilty. Nevertheless, he did his best to give all of his clients the best defense possible.
“You sure?” Bella asked.
“Yep. What’s up with your black widow?”
Bella rubbed her temple, exhaled a frustrated breath, and ran her fingers roughly through her hair. “That bitch is invisible.”
“Nobody’s invisible. You’ll get ya girl.”
“Yeah, but in the meantime, I need you.”
Dean slid from under the sink and looked up at Bella.
“What do you need exactly?”
“I need a date for Taylor’s birthday party tomorrow.”
Dean placed his back against the cabinet and raised a brow at Bella. “I’m not about to be your beard, Bella.”
“I don’t think that’s what that means,” Bella scoffed.
“Whatever. I’m not about to help you avoid dude. You obviously got a thing for him. Why do you keep runnin’ from that man?”
“I don’t have a thing for him. Not really. He’s just…well, he’s just real sexy. But I don’t want to get involved.”
“Why? Because he’s white?”
Bella huffed and rolled her eyes. “Why does everybody keep asking me that like I’m some kind of racist?” Bella asked, exasperated.
“Bella, I know you better than you know yourself. You don’t want to get caught up with dude because you’re afraid that your parents won’t approve.”
Bella opened her mouth, ready to argue, but she thought better of it. Dean was right about one thing. Bella could never bring a white man home to meet her folks. Her mother was Native American for goodness sakes. White people had practically annihilated her entire race. And not to mention the fact that her dad was black. That was a can of worms that Bella wouldn’t dare open in front of her parents. But that didn’t stop Bella from thinking of Lucas every free moment of her day.
It had been three weeks since Lucas Creed had rendered her a breathless, horny fool in his kitchen. Bella’s traitorous body just wouldn’t let her forget the man.
Dean stood to his feet and walked over to Bella. He pulled her closed and hugged her tight. “Bella, your parents have found the great loves of their lives in each other. You gotta worry about finding the great love of your life.”
Bella slapped Dean on the back and pushed out of his grasp. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Will you come with me or not?”
“Nope,” Dean replied simply. He kissed her forehead and returned to the bathroom floor. He tucked his head under the sink and resumed the task of installing Bella’s sink.
“I take it bac
k,” Bella huffed. “You’re a sucky ex-husband!”
“Yep. I know,” Dean muttered. “Gone and get outta here. I’m busy.”
“Fuuuck you!” Bella cursed.
“See? You need a dick in that nasty mouth of yours. Stop trying to play hard to get.”
Bella rolled her eyes and walked to her bedroom. She plopped down on the bed and pulled her phone out of her bra. She was tempted to call Taylor and tell her that she wasn’t gonna make her birthday party. Truthfully, she was avoiding Lucas. But it wasn’t for the reason that everyone assumed.
Yes, her parents more than likely would have a problem with her dating a white man, but Bella had defied her parents on many occasions. The truth was Bella was afraid. She’d only been in love once in her life, and the love of her life had turned out to be gay. Bella didn’t feel as if she were strong enough to endure another painfully failed love affair.
“Every man ain’t me, Belladonna Devereaux!” Dean shouted from the bathroom as if he had read her mind.
Bella ignored Dean’s last comment. She got up and walked into the master bathroom to run herself a bath. That’s exactly what she needed. A nice hot bath followed by a good night’s sleep.
With or without Dean, she had to make an appearance at her friend’s birthday party. Taylor had had a rough year, and she deserved a celebration.
Bella sighed and walked over to her dresser. She grabbed her old LSU T-shirt and an unattractive, yet comfortable, pair of panties. She returned to the bathroom and tossed her bed clothes on the vanity. As she stripped out of her work attire, she glanced at her form in the mirror. Dean had told her a million times that she was beautiful and that his sexual preference had nothing to do with her. Nevertheless, since he came out, Bella’s self-esteem had taken a huge hit.
Bella slipped the ponytail holder off of her wrist and pulled her hair into a tight bun. She turned from the mirror and walked over to the tub. She carefully dipped her toe to check the water temperature. It was perfect. She stepped in and ease her butt into the water. Once she adjusted to the heat, Bella submerged herself in the hot water and relaxed against the back of the tub. She sighed, closed her eyes, and allowed the water to wash away her stress. But, to Bella’s dismay, the second she closed her eyes, Lucas Creed’s handsome face and gorgeous green eyes appeared. His full, soft lips were taunting her. Memories of the way he’d kissed her caused her entire body to tingle and stiffen. Her stomach was in knots, and she could feel tightening in her core.
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