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  Knowing I won’t last much longer, I reach between us and stroke her clit with my thumb. She cries out at the pressure, and her legs tighten even more.

  “Cum with me, Raven. I have to feel your pleasure on every inch of me.”

  Her pussy clenches, and my eyes roll back in my head as I thrust harder and harder. Suddenly, she tenses under me, and her loud moan turns into a cry of release as she climaxes. The feeling of her wetness dripping between us as her passion is unleashed is all it takes to set me off. I keep pumping as I release into her, spreading my semen deep into her womb. There isn’t an inch of space inside her that I don’t cover with cum as I spurt into her heat.

  “Fuck,” I utter through clenched teeth as my orgasm keeps going. I’ve never felt anything so fucking perfect, and it won’t stop. I finally cease thrusting and hold myself inside her. But the pulses in my cock pump little drops into her long after I’m spent.

  Rolling us over, I have Raven straddle me while my stiff cock still tries to keep cumming. I’m completely drained, but he hasn’t gotten the message. My cock hasn’t softened in the least, and I’m still filling her pussy to capacity.

  Raven breathes hard on top of me, but then I feel her lips on my naked chest. I brush a curl out of her eyes, and she gives me the softest and sweetest smile I’ve ever seen. My chest aches at how beautiful she is and how lucky I am that she chose me.

  “I love you, too,” she says, and I feel the sting of a tear in my eye.

  I’ve never been a man to get emotional, but this is the woman I’ve dreamed about. She’s the woman I will spend the rest of my life holding hands with, experiencing life with, and maybe creating new lives with. Having her love me is more than I could wish for.

  “You’re mine now, Raven,” I say, kissing her softly. “Best Halloween ever.”

  She laughs and cuddles against me as I start to move inside her. It’s going to be a long night, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life learning every inch of her body.

  Epilogue

  Raven

  “Today was perfect,” Jack says against my neck, placing open-mouthed kisses there as I sit straddling his lap in the living room. “I didn’t know a light-up sweater could turn me on so much.” When we took the kids out trick or treating tonight with Kim, Eric, and Scott, instead of dressing up, I just wore a festive sweater. I was so focused on getting Charlotte’s and Henry’s costumes perfect for their first Halloween, I didn’t really put an effort towards my own. They were cute little teddy bears, and I’d made the costumes myself.

  “I breathe and you’re turned on,” I giggle at him as his hands slide up the back of my sweater. His only response is to grunt and keep kissing me, unwilling to take his mouth from me. I moan and wiggle on his lap. We’ve been together a year now and still can’t keep our hands to ourselves, not even when I was about to burst when I was pregnant with our twins.

  “I know I’m supposed to let you rest tonight, it being our first night without Charlotte and Henry, but I don’t think I’ll be able to stop until neither of us can’t move.” I feel the snap of my bra and my breasts spill free. In one quick movement, he pulls off the sweater, along with the bra. He grabs my waist, pulling me into him even more.

  “That sounds wonderful.” I let myself melt into him. I know what’s to come. He’s going to make me scream his name over and over again until I finally pass out. Then he’ll wake me hours later, already inside me, and do it all over again.

  “More than wonderful,” I say, letting my eyes fall closed as he continues to kiss me everywhere. He slides his hands up my body until he reaches my neck, cupping and tilting my face so I’m looking at him. He always does that when he tells me he loves me. I open my eyes and smile at him.

  “I love you so much.”

  “I love you, too.” I lean in to kiss him. Our mouths mold together like two halves making a whole. It’s how I always feel with him. God, this man has given me everything I could dream of. I still can’t believe he’s all mine. A man who thinks I put the moon and stars in the sky. Makes me feel like I’m the center of his whole world. I didn’t know men like this were even real. I pull back, and he still doesn’t let my face go.

  “There is something I have to tell you.” I narrow my eyes at him. Jack likes to drop little I have something to tell you bombs on me. From oh we are getting married tomorrow to Movers will be packing up your condo tomorrow and will bring your stuff here. By the way I own the building, to the time he dropped that the blueprints of our dream home weren’t just a plan. Our dream home was well into being built. Sometimes it drives me crazy, but another part of me loves how excited he gets.

  “We’re pregnant,” he says, making my mouth fall open. No, I can’t be. I just had the twins a few months ago. “Don’t freak out, my little monster. I’m quitting.”

  I stare at him, still not finding my words. He’s telling me I’m pregnant and that he’s quitting his job.

  “Well, not quitting, but stepping back. My company can handle day-to-day stuff on its own now, and I can take on special projects when I like, but other than that, yeah, I’m quitting.”

  My eyes start to water, and I know why he’s quitting. It’s because the first time I found out I was pregnant—like now, he’d informed me then, too—I was freaked out about my job because I knew it would be hard for me to return to work after I had a baby. Then I found out it was two babies. He’d talked me down, but we never really came back to it. He probably thinks I’m going to freak out again. I’m not.

  “You didn’t have to do that,” I tell him, placing my hands on his chest. “I’m not going to freak out. I promise.”

  “Just want you to have everything, and I know you love teaching.”

  “I do,” I agree. “But at the time, teaching was all I knew, what I’d spent most of my life working towards, then I found you.” God, it feels like forever ago, even though it wasn’t. It’s hard to remember life without this man.

  “I found you,” he corrects.

  “I mean, when you mildly stalked me.”

  “When?” he teases back, raising his eyebrows. “Didn’t know I ever stopped. I merely made it a little easier for myself.”

  That makes me laugh again.

  “I don’t know if I’ll go back. I’ve really liked helping with your charities. Especially the scholarship programs.”

  “Then it’s yours,” he says simply, and I shake my head at him.

  “Ours,” I correct. “I like helping the kids there, but I also like the freedom and, well, I want more, too. I’m just shocked at how fast I got pregnant again.”

  “I’m not. You know I can’t keep my hands off you.” I know he can’t. After I had the twins I was a little shy about having sex again. My body wasn’t what it once was. I was never skinny, and pregnancy put extra marks on my body.

  The first night we made love after I had them, Jack had kissed every mark. Then he told me he wanted to put more on my body. It was clear he wasn’t waiting. I really shouldn’t be shocked, either. Jack always dives head-first into everything.

  “How many more do you want?” I bring my mouth to his.

  “As many as you want.”

  “We have three spare rooms in the new house.”

  Jack moves fast, putting my back on the sofa as he comes over me. “Then I best get to work. Because what my little monster wants, she will always get.”

  * * *

  THE END!

  BUY ME 2

  Welcome back to the Mistress Auction. This time it’s Halloween, and Mandy is going to have a wickedly good time.

  Working for Charles was a nightmare, and now that Mandy's time with him is up, there's only one way to satisfy her suppressed desires. The Mistress Auction can help her get Charles out of her system and start afresh.

  Charles has been watching and waiting for months. He has bided his time, and now is his chance to take what he wants. Mandy has entered the Mistress Auction, and he's got a plan to make her his. But t
hirty days of her cuffed to his bed won't be enough.

  What do you do when the woman you want tries to run from you? Easy. Buy her.

  * * *

  Warning: This book plays with Dominance and submission, cuffs, spankings, lap sitting, hair pulling, crawling, and begging... If any of that turns you on, then come play with Mandy and Charles.

  Chapter One

  Mandy

  “This is freaking delicious.” I lick the rim of my lemon drop martini again.

  Tiffany lets out a snort and it somehow comes out sexy, just like everything she does. Hell, she’s one of the main attractions here at the Snake Eyes; her burlesque show sells out every night there's a show. “I'm pretty sure you said the first one tasted like ass.”

  “Well, they must have gotten a new bartender, because this one tastes like sweet heaven.” I prove my point by gulping down the rest of the drink, enjoying the sour burn at the back of my throat.

  “Hmm, it could be that. Or the fact that it’s your fourth one, but we can go with the bartender thing if you like.” Smiling at me over her own martini, she kills hers too. Tossing her perfectly manicured hand in the air, she signals for two more drinks. The young pretty-boy waiter with short blond curls hops to, hoping to get any of Tiffany’s attention that he can.

  I glance down at my outfit. Maybe I’d get more male attention if I dressed the part. It wasn’t something I’d wanted before. A long time ago I caught the wrong man’s attention, but that had been years ago. Since the two men who kind of took me under their wing and raised me fell in love with the woman of their dreams, I found myself feeling envious. Seeing what they have makes me long for something more, only no one seems to notice me.

  I’m still wearing what I wore to work today, having just met Tiffany down in one of the casino bars for a drink. I’m celebrating my final day here, and Tiff said we had to have one last hurrah. Looking over at Tiff, I see her watching me.

  “I look out of place next to you.” I can feel myself scrunching my nose as I compare the two of us.

  “No, you just need to loosen up.” Hopping down from her chair, she straightens her short dress before standing in front of me. The lights of the bar bounce off her blonde wavy hair. “May I?” she asks, but before I can agree, she does what she wants anyway.

  She pulls my dark hair down from my ponytail, letting it cascade down my back. She runs her fingers through it before giving it a nice fluff. “Wow, your hair is so long and gorgeous. Why do you keep it up all the time?”

  “So it’s not in my way.”

  I’m all about function, and a ponytail just makes sense to me. It’s out of the way, and I like things to be efficient and practical. Not only that, but when I do my job I like to blend into the background. Sometimes when people forget you’re there, you can get the upper hand on them in the future. The Cortez brothers taught me to always let other people do the talking. They’ll dig their own grave and you’ll get what you want in the end without getting your hands dirty.

  Reaching into her purse, she hands me her lipstick, and then starts unbuttoning my shirt. “What are you doing?” I make a move to stop her, but she pushes my hands out of the way.

  “Letting the girls out to breathe a little. Oh, nice, a red bra. It matches the lipstick perfectly.” She pops a few more buttons, and I should stop her, but I can't seem to find the will to care. The four lemon drops are making me feel a bit braver. If she thinks it looks hot, then why the hell not?

  “All right, stand up.”

  I hop down from my own chair and straighten my wobbly legs. She peers up at me, giving me a wicked look. “You and those heels. You have incredible legs.”

  I live for heels. They’re my one indulgence. I don’t care that I’m already a tall girl; I still wear them. They make me feel sexy, and I’d probably sleep in them if I didn’t think I’d shred my sheets. Tiffany eyes my legs as the waiter makes his way back to us, setting down the next round of drinks.

  “Hey, pretty boy. Got some scissors around here?”

  “Sure thing, Miss Foxy.”

  “How do you wrap them around your finger like that?” I ask, watching the waiter retreat quickly to do as Tiffany asked. He’s probably hoping for just a sliver of her attention.

  She rolls her eyes at my question. “They’re in love with Foxy Bow, a person I play on stage, not me.” I can hear the irritation in her words, but she smiles as she talks. I can see through what she’s saying since I’ve gotten to know her the past thirty days. I’ve been here serving out my contract and we’ve slowly become good friends in that time.

  All kinds of men flock to her, promising her a world of riches and everything she could ever want. She always turns them down, not wanting any of it. I had been a little envious of how easy it was for her to get a man’s attention, but now I can see it’s not so sweet on the other side. Most people want the fantasy of her, but no one knows who she really is. The first mistake most men make is promising her money. She has the top-selling show on the strip; Tiff is not in need of anything.

  “I’m sorry.” I try to offer her comfort, but don’t want to push it. If she wants to talk about it she will. I know better than anyone that sometimes you don’t want to talk about things from your past that haunt you. It’s best to leave them there, and maybe they’ll finally go away.

  “I don’t need to be someone’s trophy,” is all she says.

  Quickly, the waiter returns, scissors in hand. Dropping in front of me, Tiff goes to work on my pencil skirt, taking several inches off the bottom and adding a slit up my thigh on both sides.

  “Damn, Mandy. You look crazy hot now.”

  I feel my face warm at her words, but maybe it’s the alcohol coursing through my system. Glancing down at myself again, I can’t help but smile.

  “Drink up. The band starts in about thirty minutes, and you need to drink however many drinks it takes you to get on the dance floor.”

  I feel so relaxed and sexy sitting back in my chair, the slits in my skirt showing off my thighs. I take a long sip from my new drink, and lick the remaining sugar from the rim. Maybe I should have told her I don’t need another to make me dance, but I don’t have to because as soon as the first song blasts across the bar, I find myself on top of a table with Tiff as she teaches me some of her favorite moves from her shows.

  The bar patrons cheer as we lose ourselves in the music. I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun or felt this free—no responsibilities sitting on my shoulders. Tomorrow is a new day. I just can’t bring myself to care about anything other than this moment. Throwing my head back, I close my eyes and let the music take me. Until the spell is broken by the bane of my existence.

  “Get your ass down right fucking now.”

  Dropping my head forward, I open my eyes to see Mr. Townsend standing there. He looks as hard as ever, with a jaw that could crack stone. For once in my life I’m actually taller than him because I’m up on the table. It’s not often a man towers over me with thanks to my height and my love of heels, but he does. There was no way to miss it, not when he hovered over my every move while I worked for him. He acted like I was an incompetent moron who didn’t know how to do their job. He gave me projects I could do in my sleep, and still micromanaged me. He never trusted me with anything, and it annoyed me every second of the past thirty days.

  This past month has been daunting. At first, I bit my tongue because he was my boss, but then a few times I couldn’t help it and made a few snide remarks. When he seemed to like it, I decided to ignore him. It is difficult to do because even though I have the urge to kick him in the balls a few times a day, he is attractive. No. ‘Attractive’ isn’t the right word. He’s hard and gruff—so not traditionally handsome. The attraction I feel for him rubs on my nerves. I feel this draw to him, but I hate it. How can I want a man who thinks I’m a nitwit?

  “Make me, Sir.” I throw out the title he hates so much. Every time I use it, he corrects me. Well, he’s not my boss anymo
re, so the most he can do is kick me out of his casino. I’ll be leaving in the morning anyway, so what do I care.

  “Tiffany. Down,” he snaps at Tiff, but he keeps his dark eyes on me. Like everyone around here, she quickly jumps to his command.

  “Fine.” I roll my eyes before awkwardly getting down from the table top. I plop into my chair, pretending Charles isn’t standing there. Picking up my drink, I take three big gulps, finishing it off. Why don’t I do this more often? My whole body feels warm and fuzzy. All the stress and strain I normally carry seem to leave my system with each drink I take.

  Like always when I ignore him, he pushes himself into my space. “We have a seven o’clock meeting, and you're three sheets to the wind, Ms. Burch.” His voice is thick with irritation. Like he had to come down here and babysit me. This happens every time I stop somewhere after work and hang out for a little while. He always pops up and starts barking orders at whoever I’m with. Either that or asking me a million and one questions about his itinerary, questions he could easily find the answers to if he just opened his stupid phone and looked. A few times he would even track me down when I was having dinner, and join me without asking, just to ask me pointless questions to things he already knew!

  “No, you have a meeting at seven,” I respond, correcting him. He’s not my boss anymore. Nope. Contract complete. A contract I only agreed to because the Cortez brothers asked me, and I’d do almost anything for them. They came into my life when I needed someone, and we made our own little makeshift family. We may not share blood, but they are my brothers. I worked as their assistant for six years, so when they came to me about taking up a thirty-day work contract with Mr. Townsend, I agreed. I could tell it meant something to them, and that he must have been holding something over their heads. I didn't ask and they didn't tell me. Knowing he blackmailed them only made me more pissed at the man. But it doesn't matter now. Time's up. I did my thirty days, and I’m free to go. I don’t have to play nice anymore.