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  She gripped my cheeks and dug her nails into the muscle, shivering around me because my entrance pleased her so deeply. Her nails sliced me before they ran up my back. She breathed into my face, biting her bottom lip in the sexiest way. “Yes…fuck.” She was enjoying this as much as I did, like this was the first time we’d ever been together.

  I started to thrust inside her, moving slowly at first but then picking up speed. I wanted to keep it gentle to make it last as long as possible, but my hips weren’t cooperating. I rammed my cock deep inside her, my balls slamming hard into her ass. I took her roughly, like I was claiming her as mine even though the world already knew they couldn’t have her.

  She cupped my face as she breathed deeply. “Slower…” She looked me in the eye as she gave the order, telling me exactly how she wanted to be fucked.

  I’d fucked her hard many times, and she always liked it rough. She was clearly in a different mood tonight. I slowed down, still hitting her deep and hard but not scratching the wall with the bedpost.

  “Slower…” She cupped my face and kissed me, keeping her legs open for me to take her. She sucked my bottom lip and released a quiet moan, her pussy tightening and relaxing around my length.

  I slowed down more, obeying her command as I felt a new flood of moisture surround me. I liked to call the shots in the bedroom, to take care of the fucking while she worried about getting fucked, but I loved listening to this woman tell me what she wanted. She wasn’t the least bit ashamed. Her confidence was sexy. “Like this, Beautiful?” My arms hooked behind her knees, and I slowly thrust inside her, making sure I pressed my pelvic bone into her clit. It was a move guaranteed to make a woman come. I stared at the desire in her eyes, the way she came apart for me so easily.

  “Yes…” She brushed her soft lips against mine, only giving me a partial kiss because she was too swept away by my movements. Her nails clawed at my back, and her pussy was so tight it was unbelievable.

  I felt like I was fucking a virgin—over and over.

  She grabbed my ass and pulled me into her at the perfect pace, her moans rolling over me in loud waves. She flung her head back and writhed underneath me, putting on the most erotic show I’d ever seen.

  Who knew fucking a woman this slow could be so good?

  “Babe, I’m gonna come.” She spoke against my lips, her whispered breath traveling over my mouth.

  I almost stopped my movements because of what she’d just called me. She never called me anything besides Bosco, except for the occasional use of asshole. No woman ever called me “babe.” Carmen was the first one to do it, and I was surprised how much I liked it. It was possessive, intimate, and it made me wonder if she ever called another man by that name. “Come all over my dick, Beautiful.” I kissed her neck then the shell of her ear, grinding into her harder so I could make her legs shake.

  She widened her legs farther as she hit her threshold, clenching around me with surprising strength. Her moans bounced off my ceiling, causing a permanent echo that would still sound long after she was gone. Her presence soaked into the walls and the sheets, her scent and spirit permanently sticking everywhere. “Yes…so good.” She was a vocal lover, telling me exactly what she liked, if she wanted it faster or slower. Her tightening pussy was announcement enough of her climax, but she liked to tell me too, to broadcast it like she was proud of the high she was about to experience.

  My dick thickened just a little more, prepared to explode inside her and fill her with all my come. This was the first woman I’d done many things with, from abandoning a condom to taking her down to my office. She would probably be the only woman I ever did those things with, so I wanted to enjoy it even more, treasure the time we had left together.

  She gripped my ass with both hands and pulled me deeper inside. “Give it to me. Give it all to me…” She kissed me hard on the mouth as she rocked her body back into mine. “I love feeling your come inside me all night long.”

  Jesus fucking Christ. “Beautiful…” With my eyes locked on hers, I came deep and hard, filling her pussy with everything I had. This woman turned me on like no one else. She made my dick harder, made it bigger, and she made me dump so much come, I couldn’t believe I’d produced that much at one time. I gave it to her as deep as I could, feeling all my muscles tense then relax. I softened inside her once I was finished, but my cock loved her pussy so much that he didn’t want to leave. I stayed on top of her, loving how wet she was now that her come was mixed with mine.

  “Perfect.” She locked her ankles around my waist and gave my body a gentle squeeze. Her nails kept clawing at me and her hips bucked slightly, like feeling me come inside her gave her another small climax.

  Coming inside her made me feel like I was losing my virginity again. Like this was the first time I’d ever felt the wetness of a woman. Since she was the only woman I didn’t wear a condom with, it was a whole new experience. I figured I would wear a rubber every single day for the rest of my life.

  Her legs released me, and she got comfortable in the bed, ready to fall asleep. She rolled over onto her side and pulled the covers around her waist. My t-shirt was baggy on her body, three times too big around her slender arms.

  I got off the bed and removed my clothes, letting my slacks and boxers fall the rest of the way. I unbuttoned my collared shirt and let it fall into the pile. I’d normally wash my face and brush my teeth before bed, but the spot beside her looked too comfortable to ignore.

  I turned off the light before I lay beside her, the sound of her breathing instantly different because she was already drifting off to sleep. There was no one in the world who could fall asleep quicker than she could. The second her head hit the pillow, she was out. Anytime I came home late from work, she was on the couch because she struggled to sleep, but whenever she was in bed with me, she was out like a light.

  My chest pressed against her back, and my arm hooked around her waist, keeping her close against me so I could listen to her breathe. She was beside me every single night, and I’d gotten used to this beautiful woman sharing every single aspect of my life. Her hair was in my face, but I liked feeling those soft strands against my cheek. Her body made the temperature of the sheets a little warmer than I enjoyed, but I still preferred the heat over the coldness of her absence. In just a few days, she would be gone for the weekend because her brother was getting married.

  I would return to sleeping alone.

  My bed had been empty every night of my adult life. Women came and went. They rarely slept over, and when they did, it was uncomfortable the entire time. But Carmen was like a pillow that belonged in my bed—because she completed it.

  I kissed the back of her shoulder even though she was dead asleep. “Sweet dreams, Beautiful.”

  5

  Carmen

  My driver took me by the café to pick up a coffee to go, and then he dropped me off in front of the flower shop. It was a cold morning, the fog thick down the cobblestone streets. I couldn’t see farther than a few dozen feet.

  My coat kept me warm, but my hands were freezing as I dug into my jacket to retrieve my keys. My fingers searched for the cold metal but didn’t find them. Eventually, I set my coffee down on the sidewalk so I could look into my bag.

  Where the hell were they?

  I never changed purses, so this was the only place they could be. I must have tossed the purse in the bedroom yesterday, and the keys spilled out in the closet somewhere.

  The blacked-out car stayed at the curb, Bosco’s men patiently waiting until I had the door unlocked. The passenger window rolled down, revealing a bald man with thick scruff along his jawline. The men never spoke to me. They were so silent that conversation must be prohibited by Bosco. But this time, the man had something to say. “Everything alright, miss?”

  “I think I left the keys at home…” I reached down to pick up my coffee again, hating myself for referring to Bosco’s penthouse as home. I’d moved in to the place so easily and didn’t miss my apa
rtment at all. I loved the high countertops, the enormous mirror in the bathroom, the walk-in shower, and the spacious area his penthouse provided. I hadn’t even visited the other floors because I didn’t need to.

  I walked back to the car, and the men immediately jumped out of the passenger door and opened the door for me.

  I was surrounded by the warmth once more, the leather seats heated. We drove away from my shop, and I was annoyed with myself for being so forgetful. I always checked my keys before I left the house. Wasn’t sure why I didn’t this time.

  It was twenty minutes back to the penthouse. I moved through the lobby, got into the elevators, and then hit the code so I could rise to the top floor. Ever since Bosco gave me his code, I could come and go whenever I pleased.

  It was much better than being trapped like an animal.

  The doors opened, and I walked inside. “I forgot my keys.” Bosco was there before I left, so I assumed he was still in the house. He usually left around this time to work out on another floor. On rare occasions, he had to head down to the casino to do some bookkeeping.

  I didn’t hear a reply. “Bosco, are you home?”

  No answer. He must have left already.

  I headed down the hallway and went into the bedroom. The walk-in closet contained mostly my stuff now, from the clothes I brought with me to the cocktail dresses he picked out. There were a few pieces of lingerie hanging from the rack, new additions to my wardrobe. He’d probably picked those out recently.

  I knelt on the floor and searched for my keys. “Ugh…where the hell are they?”

  His deep voice sounded from the living room, full of irritation. The elevator beeped when the doors closed behind him. “What does she want?”

  I stiffened at his tone, knowing he was pissed about something. I rarely heard him speak that way, only when something was truly digging under his skin. I was on my knees in the closet, moving through the pile of dirty clothes that sat there. The keys must be underneath it.

  “What’s so important for us to talk about?” He must be on the phone because I didn’t hear a second voice. He paused for a long time, listening over the line. Then he gave another response. “Fine. Let her up.”

  Let who up? Who was she?

  I felt awkward listening to this without telling him I was there. But then I remembered how he spied on all my conversations with Vanessa like he had every right. It was petty of me to sink to his level, but since he sounded so pissed, I didn’t want to interfere. What if this woman was actually a threat? I might make the situation worse.

  He hung up then sighed loudly, so loudly I could hear it in the bedroom.

  The elevator doors opened, and the beep accompanied it. Then the sound of heels tapped against the hardwood floor. She was walking slowly, making a subtle entrance despite the way she’d pissed him off from the lobby. Then her voice emerged, seductive, cold, and sexy—all at the same time. “You look tense.”

  Just from the sound of her voice, I could tell she wasn’t some random acquaintance. Bosco had made it sound like the only time women came to his apartment was for fucking. Ronan hadn’t even stopped by since I’d started living there. The only person I ever witnessed in this penthouse was Bosco Roth. His security detail stayed in the lobby.

  His tone was clipped. “What’s so important, Ruby?”

  I stayed on the floor of the closet, but my curiosity was getting the better of me. I shouldn’t care what this woman looked like, but my imagination made her seem like the most stunning woman in the world. She had confidence, enough confidence to hold her own in his penthouse.

  That was a little scary.

  I left the closet and the bedroom, creeping down the hallway barefoot so my movements wouldn’t make a sound. Bosco obviously had no idea I was there because he would have called out to me by now.

  I got to the end of the hallway and peeked around the corner.

  I didn’t like what I saw.

  Ruby was in skintight jeans and heels, her legs even longer than mine. With black hair and lustrous eyelashes, she was a gorgeous woman with curves anyone would envy. Her lips were painted dark, and she wore a large diamond necklace around her throat. Her black top hugged her waist, and there was a zipper that went all the way from the top to the bottom. She propped one hand on her hip and stared at Bosco with a mixture of hatred and desire.

  Skank.

  I didn’t like her one bit.

  It would be stupid for me to be jealous, but I didn’t like that woman standing in my living room like she owned it.

  Well, his living room.

  Bosco was in his running shorts and t-shirt. He’d obviously been on the other floor working out when his men called from the lobby. He moved his hands into the pockets of his shorts, keeping a few feet away from her. His back was to me, broad and muscular in the gray cotton.

  She moved her body slightly from left to right, like she was teasing him with the subtle shake of her hips. She didn’t respond to Bosco’s question, holding the silence like this wasn’t her first time. Without any confirmation, it was clear she’d been in his penthouse before—and definitely in his bed.

  I already hated her.

  When she didn’t say anything, Bosco spoke again. “Ruby, what is—”

  “I miss you.”

  I was about to rip that pretty hair off her scalp.

  I couldn’t see his expression, but his shoulders tensed noticeably. “Don’t interrupt me again. Ever.”

  My heart raced, the fear mixing with the adrenaline. This woman was far more beautiful than I was, and she had the kind of attitude he liked. She had curves in all the right places, and her confidence never diminished despite his hostility.

  The corner of her mouth rose in a smile. “I miss you even more…”

  Bosco didn’t kick her out. He stood there for another minute, their eyes locked on each other.

  The pain started to throb inside my heart as I feared what would happen next. Bosco thought I was at work all day. There would be no way for me to find out about this. Would he screw her right on the couch? That was clearly what she wanted.

  “If this is the only reason why you’re here, you’re wasting my time. You know how angry I get when people waste my time.”

  Take that, bitch.

  Her smile disappeared when she couldn’t hide her disappointment. “I’m tired of looking for the right man, a man who can spoil me…and satisfy me. You can do both. You can take me on perfect trips to Paris, but also bed me like a man who knows what he’s doing.”

  He took her to Paris? My jealousy grew.

  “And what do I get out of it?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

  I was relieved Bosco wasn’t taking the bait. If he screwed her, our contract would be broken, and I would be free. But that was nothing compared to the pain I’d feel inside my chest at his deceit. He made me feel like the only woman who mattered. If he fucked her, every good feeling I had toward him would be destroyed. On top of that…I would be heartbroken. I didn’t realize how much he meant to me until that moment, imagining him being with someone else, especially a beautiful woman like Ruby.

  She grabbed the zipper at the top of her shirt and slowly zipped it down, revealing more of her flawless fair skin. With every inch, it showed off more of her feminine flesh, from the curves of her tits to the petiteness of her rib cage. Farther and farther she went, until the top opened completely and revealed her perfect tits on display.

  Slut. Fucking slut.

  Bosco didn’t turn away. It wasn’t clear what he was looking at, her perfect tits or her blue eyes. “Ruby, I’m seeing someone.”

  “So? It’ll run its course.” She shrugged. “Then you can have me. I can be your queen. I can be the woman on your arm. Everyone will stare at you enviously, wishing they were the man who had me.” She moved into his chest, pressing her tits right against him.

  I wasn’t sure if I could watch this.

  Bosco stepped away and moved to the elevators. “
You know I don’t sleep with the same woman twice.”

  “But you did sleep with me more than once.” She turned around, still letting her tits hang out.

  “And that was one time too many.” He hit the button and watched the doors open. “Cover yourself up, and I’ll take you to the lobby.”

  She took a deep breath, clearly frustrated that she was getting turned down despite being a beauty queen. “And what about this woman you’re seeing? You’ve slept with her more than twice.”

  He held the door open and waited for her. “She’s an exception. The only exception I’ll ever make.”

  She finally zipped up her shirt, keeping her eyes on him. “And what does she have that I don’t? I’m the only woman who can handle your world. I’m beautiful, flexible, and I don’t settle for anything less than the best.”

  He kept up his indifferent stare, his arm still holding the door open. Even though her tits had been hanging out for the past few minutes, he didn’t seem the least bit aroused. There was no bulge in his shorts, and the man was so large that it would be impossible to hide his dick in those flimsy little shorts. “She’s got class. You certainly don’t.”

  I went to work after they disappeared in the elevator, and I finally located my keys. I made my arrangements all afternoon and received a new shipment of flowers from Greece. My hands were busy, and my mind was occupied with the customers who came in to pick up arrangements for their mothers and wives.

  But all I could think about was the scene I’d witnessed in the penthouse.

  Ruby wanted him bad.

  Bosco didn’t take the bait. He was faithful to me without a struggle. She was a drop-dead gorgeous woman, but the sight of her tits didn’t make him hard. Maybe he never looked at them. Maybe his eyes were on her face the entire time. Either way, he didn’t fall prey to his testosterone, to the easy lay right before his eyes. Not only did he honor his commitment to me, but he also defended me.