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  “Just remember I changed those men’s diapers, Señora.”

  I stand to follow a laughing Mak. “Do you mind, Gabriella?” I ask.

  “No, me and this young lady have much work to do. When this is finished, we will take a siesta. You go entertain your man.”

  My man. God, I wish he truly was. “Gracias.”

  She smiles. “De nada.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Alex

  THE WOMEN ENTER THE gym. With the loud music, I don’t actually see them, but I know that Celina is standing there as surely as I know the sun will set today. She’s a vibe beneath my skin and the closer she is the more intensely I feel her. I keep lifting the set I’m currently working on and hear Madison whistle. I have no doubt it’s intended for her husband. I glance over and sure enough she’s not looking my way, but Celina is. Crazy, hot need simmers in her eyes. She’s so easy to read. I don’t think she would mind if I stood up and rubbed my sweaty body all over her. Of course my cock hardens at the thought and I have a feeling this workout is about to be cut short.

  Madison walks closer to Moon. “Gabriella is the child whisperer as well as the food Goddess. We decided that the mental abuse being thrown at us in her territory was too much to handle, so we came looking for some eye candy,” she informs her husband. Moon grabs his wife and does exactly what I want to do to Celina. “Oh, big boy, what strong muscles you have,” Madison teases. She shuts up when he kisses her.

  Celina’s eyes remain locked on mine. I clang the weights into the bar holder and sit up. I grab the towel beside me and wipe my face. Leaving my shirt and the towel behind, I stand and walk to Celina. I hook her hand in mine and lead her from the room, which is about to get too hot for my tastes. I’ve stopped wondering when the newlywed thing would wear off for those two. Right now, I have my own woman to play with and I’m taking advantage. I hustle her from the room and lead her straight to my apartment.

  “You okay with leaving Kiley in Gabriella’s hands for an hour?” I ask as soon as I shut my apartment door behind us.

  “An hour?”

  “Could be longer,” I growl.

  She’s nervous and I like it. I want to do very nasty things to her, as well as fuck her six ways to Sunday. When she leaves my bed, I want her raw and knowing that I’m the man who slid my cock in and out of her pussy so many times she aches with it. And, given the chance, she would fuck me all over again. It’s a primal feeling I’ve never had before.

  I was so proud of how she reacted at the house where they held Kiley. Her small gasp was nothing when she saw all the blood. Most people would have run screaming. Not this woman. She did what she had to do. Everything about her turns me the fuck on.

  I place my hands on her hips and walk her backward to my bedroom. Her fingers land on my shoulders. “I need to shower. I’ll be three minutes,” I say as we enter my room. The disappointment in her eyes is priceless and a growl of need comes from my throat. She steps in closer and circles her arms around my neck. “You naughty girl,” I whisper.

  She goes to her toes and kisses me. My dick is filled with as much testosterone as my muscles are from the workout. Scratch that, it’s having this woman’s hands on me that’s making my cock as hard as concrete. When I’m with her, the demons fade. Maybe that’s the allure. Though any man who could walk away from the sexual appeal Celina exudes is seriously wacked.

  I pull back. “Stand here for a moment.” She watches me. Her eyes are burning cinders of the most incredible blue. I walk behind her where she can no longer see me without twisting her head. I place my hands on her hips and she jumps with a half moan, half laugh. I lean in and inhale her scent. When I exhale, small goosebumps appear on her arms. “Remove all your clothing in the bathroom. Leave them behind and come back out here. Shoes too. Do you understand?” I whisper in her ear.

  I remove my hands and step away.

  She doesn’t look at me as she walks into my bathroom. I gaze around the room. Having Celina in here is a combination of every wild fantasy I can imagine and by damned I’m going to live each one of them. My world is no place for her niece. Hell, it’s no place for Celina. Tomorrow I’ll come up with a solution. Right now I refuse to think beyond the next hour.

  She walks out in only her panties and I can’t help my grin. She sees it and manages a small nervous smile of her own. I firm my lips. “Come here,” I tell her in a voice that allows no argument. She walks forward, her breasts jiggling with the movement. Her hips sway just a bit. She’s built so perfectly. She’s made to be fucked by me. Only me.

  She stops a foot away. The panties are shear bits of lace. I step into her and reach down, slipping my fingers inside the thin material. I pull and the panties tear apart in my hands.

  “Ow!” she says in surprise.

  “You’ve been a bad girl, Celina. You should have followed my instructions and these,” I hold them up in front of her, “would still be usable.”

  Her eyes travel from the torn lace in my hands to my eyes. “You scare me,” she says so simply.

  I toss the panties to the floor and lift one arm so I can grab the back of her neck. “I should scare you. I’m not a good man.” I thread my fingers into her hair and pull her head back.

  In her innocence, she answers, “I think you are.”

  She’ll never know how truly bad I am. Never see the blood running from my fingertips.

  “Then I need to show you some of my wicked side, Celina.” I lean in and rub my jaw across her cheek and whisper in her ear, “I’m going to hurt you so good that you scream for me.” I release her hair and clasp her hips. “First, you’re going to suck me.” I bite down on the warm flesh of her shoulder and she jumps beneath my fingers. “You’ll take the edge off my need so I can fuck you for an hour straight.” After a harder bite, I push down on her hips and she goes to her knees. She lifts her head and blinks several times. Those eyes of hers will haunt me forever. I need that image and I hope I can conjure it at will when the others are weighing me down or keeping me from sleep. She’s afraid, but there’s unbelievable trust too. It’s written in her expression.

  I drop my eyes to her cherry lips. She licks them and I die a little inside. I push my workout shorts down knowing my cock is salty with sweat. I’m as hard as steel and I sizzle with the need to be inside her hot, juicy mouth.

  “Lick me.” It’s a gruff command and somehow I need to find a way to control myself and draw this out. She wraps her fingers around my length and my dick jumps in her hand when her tongue touches the engorged head. I reach down, pull her hair away from her face, and keep it wrapped within my fist. “Spread your knees.” I pull her head back by the hair so I can watch her legs open for me. She’s pink and looks so damn sexy. I can smell her sex from here and I inhale her deep within my lungs.

  I bring her mouth to my cock and she opens her lips wide so I can slide inside. I like a blow job messy. I like the woman on her knees to salivate on my dick. I pay so I get exactly what I want. I pull her off me. “Do it your way, Celina. Fuck my dick with your mouth and get me off.”

  It’s different with her. I want her to want it. Want me. I hand over complete control because I’m dying to know what she’ll do with it.

  She smiles and my chest tightens. I would swear I didn’t have a heart, but right now it grows. I close my eyes for a moment to gain control. No, I can’t love this woman. I won’t. After a slow breath, I peer down at her again. I hold her hair without directing her and she takes me inside her mouth once more. Her tongue swirls and she adds a bit of suction. Her eyes are locked to mine the entire time. She takes me deeper in her throat and then backs off with a short gasp for air. A little more the next time. She slides up and down my cock, taking me to the point of choking. Just the sound is a fucking turn-on. My dick slides through her saliva and the smallest amount dribbles from the side of her mouth. She doesn’t wipe it. Instead, she lifts her other hand from her thigh and wraps her fingers around my balls. Her other hand goes to my
ass and she digs her fingers in my buttcheek. I throw my head back as an electrical charge travels from her mouth to the veins that send blood into my cock, making me harder still.

  She tortures me. She worships me. If my cock wasn’t in her mouth, I would go to my knees. She’s amazing and I can’t help wondering if there is another woman alive who could make me feel this way. I think not.

  My muscles tense from my feet up to my shoulders. My hips thrust forward involuntarily. My balls pull up and I’m helpless to stop the first contractions that spurt cum down her throat. I can’t hold back and jerk her mouth down over my cock. A strangled sound comes from her throat and I ease back as she gasps for air. I should apologize, but there’s no way in hell I will. She just gave me the best fucking blow job of my life and I’m still lost in the intensity.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Celina

  I LOVE THE LOOK on his face as he comes. He’s beautiful I feel such power for bringing him to this point. His expression is no longer haunted—need and desire are all I see. His taste, everything about him draws me closer to the cliff that my heart sits on. I’ve never wanted to be owned. Alex changes that. I want to own him too. Watching him slide into my mouth is thrilling and erotic, as well as satisfying, even though I haven’t gotten off.

  He lifts me from the floor and I stand facing him. The look in his eyes burns my flesh. It’s a visceral reaction to watching him come undone.

  Then he smiles.

  I couldn’t stop my grin if I wanted to.

  His smile grows tender. “You’re worth more than I could ever pay, Celina.”

  I need the words. Selling my body was all I had. The women at the escort service have their reasons for what they do, but they also have the option to walk away. I was desperate. Alex’s simple words clear the baggage from my head.

  He brings his lips down on mine. My mouth is filled with the taste of him—his cum and his breath. I want his lips on me, down there, doing what I just did for him. I like him hot and sweaty and needing me. He lifts his head and I’m left with a whirlwind of desire so strong it hurts. He toes off his shoes and removes his shorts completely.

  “Bend over the bed and spread your legs,” he commands.

  I turn and look at the bed before glancing back at him. His eyes sizzle with a need as great as mine. I completely give my trust to him. I lie on my stomach and spread my legs. It’s an odd position because my knees don’t reach the floor. He walks away and my eyes follow him into the bathroom. I should feel ashamed in this position, open to him like I am. It has the opposite effect, and I’m so fucking horny I want to scream. He walks back and tosses a small bottle onto the mattress beside me.

  Lube.

  He takes a knee beside me on the bed and runs his hand down my back and over my ass. A finger runs along the crevice and I can’t help tensing. “I want you here, Celina. Do you trust me?”

  I do. That doesn’t stop the fear. I’m so turned on but I’m afraid too. I inhale to calm myself and, giving in, I push my face into the soft comforter.

  “Has anyone touched you here?” he asks.

  His voice is as enticing as the question. I, someone who planned to make fifty grand by selling her body, am embarrassed. I shake my head. I can feel him come up over me. He threads his fingers into my hair and turns my head. I open my eyes and gaze into his dark swirling irises. His warm lips land gently on my mine, just a breath of touch before he whispers, “I want to be the first.”

  “Please,” I say on a rush of air. He smiles and I’m suddenly unafraid. I so fucking want him there. I can give him this. I think I’m willing to give him anything.

  “We’ll go slow.”

  God, I don’t want to talk about it, I just want to feel. He must sense this because he releases my hair and begins massaging my shoulders and moving lower. It feels good. No, it actually feels great. His incredible fingers finally get to my ass and I tense without thinking. He continues his assault on the tight muscles and then travels downward to the backs of my thighs. He’s leaning between my legs now and my entire body is a limp, turned-on mess. My calves are last and his fingers dig in. He bites one round globe of my ass before his hands move slowly upward.

  “You’re beautiful, Celina. So fucking beautiful.”

  His appreciation is in his voice, his hands, his words. I don’t think my other lovers made me feel so precious. His fingers part my ass cheeks and I stay relaxed but so fucking high with lust it’s unbelievable. I want what he wants, or maybe need is a better word.

  He picks up the lube and I hear him open it and squeeze it onto his hands. His hands are back on me immediately and covered in the light, silky gel. His fingers slide along the crevice of my ass again until he stops at the opening he’s after. One slippery finger pushes in and it doesn’t hurt. I lift my pelvis and he slides it in deep. His low, rough laugh makes me smile against the comforter where my face is buried again.

  His finger slides out and two return. This isn’t as comfortable, but in my turned-on state it continues to feel good. Not good, maybe erotic, dirty, forbidden. I feel all these sensations while he takes his time and slowly strokes his fingers in and out. There’s an odd sensation too. I can’t even begin to explain it. It’s like being a virgin all over again without the worry that I’ll do something wrong. Alex has control and I gladly give it to him.

  My hips start rising off the bed and meeting his fingers. He’s kissing my lower back and biting ultra-sensitive skin that aches for every caress. He loops his other hand beneath my hip and moves in until his other lubed fingers find my clit. He stretches out next to me on his side. I moan heavily into the bedding. He knows exactly what I need. My thoughts flash to getting myself off that first time I was with him. He watched and now he’s mirroring the movements I used on my clit to make myself come. But God his other fingers triple the sensation. I’m so close to orgasm, when his fingers slide from my ass. The sound I make is more frustration than pleasure.

  The bed rises as he lifts himself away from me. I hear him rubbing more lube and realize he’s putting it on his cock. His large cock. Breathe, I tell myself silently. He’ll stop if I tell him. Even though I think it, I know I won’t ask him to stop no matter how bad it is. That’s what happened with my fiancé. He tried. It hurt. I said no. It was nothing like this. Alex has control and he knows what he’s doing.

  “Breathe, Celina,” he whispers.

  I inhale slowly. He comes over me and his knees spread my legs wider. The head of his cock pushes in. His fingers go back to working my clit and his free arm circles under me and he lifts my hips off the bed. I know he’s going slowly, but when he pushes, it hurts. The muscles of my asshole involuntary clench. He pinches my clit hard and I squeal. At the same time, he pushes into my ass. The ache is almost unbearable and I don’t know if I can take it. He ups the momentum on my clit until my hips move into his hand. He sinks deeper into me. His thighs press against the backs of my legs, holding them down, and his cock doesn’t stop this time. I stretch and the ache is so bad I bite my lip and whine into the cover. He stills with his cock pushed fully inside me and slowly the ache fades.

  He remains buried deep as the hand beneath my stomach slides from me and travels up my back to my hair. He grabs a fist full and pulls it to turn my head. I look into his eyes and his are on fire. The need we feel ripples through the air. The look he gives me says I’m his. He. Owns. Me.

  He rubs my clit and begins slowly moving out of my ass. My muscles clench and he closes his eyes and breathes my name. It hurts so fucking good just as he promised.

  He pushes in again. “You’re so tight, mi corazón, so fucking tight.” He releases my hair. My face goes back into the comforter and his hand splays over the middle of my back as he continues moving in and out of my ass. There are so many zings of current running through my body. My ass to my clit, his cock to my ass. My fingers dig into the bedding as I tense before the storm of release. Nothing in my life has ever felt this good. He continues sli
ding in and out. It’s nasty and incredible at the same time. My belly tightens and my pussy floods. My clit is engorged with need.

  My orgasm doesn’t roll in, it explodes. I scream into the rumpled mess I’ve made beneath me. Alex lets out a groan as he presses harder against my ass. I feel the pulse of his cock as he unloads inside me. Wave after wave of rolling thunder shatters me into a million tiny pieces.

  I’m undone.

  His possession is complete.

  How do I let him go?

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Alex

  WE SHOWER IN COOL water as I slide soapy fingers over Celina’s curves. She’s facing away from me with her shoulder leaning against the wall of the shower. Whereas she was content a few minutes ago, she’s troubled now. I feel her tension as my hands glide across her skin. “Tell me what you’re thinking, mi corazón.”

  She doesn’t make a sound, but after a few moments, I see the tremble in her shoulders and turn her so I can see her face. The pain I see in her eyes has me pulling her against my chest. I run my fingers over her wet hair as she cries. She’s been so strong and this shouldn’t surprise me. It guts me. I don’t want her tears and would do anything in my power to stop them. She mumbles something against my chest and I move her slightly away. She looks at me with pure desolation.

  “I don’t know how to be a mother,” comes out between more sobs.

  “Oh, baby,” I say as I pull her against me again. What do I say? I haven’t the slightest idea how to be a father.

  “She needs so much and I don’t know if I can provide even the basics. She’s a baby and she’s stuck with me. My mother will help but I’ll be her main support and do all the things a parent should do.” Small gasps for air escape her as she fights for control.