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  “I don’t like people looking at you either,” she admits.

  “You’re it for me. Have been since I laid eyes on you,” I tell her. I don’t want her to have a question in her mind about this. I know I’m older than her. People might see this as taking advantage of her, but I don’t fucking care what others think anymore. I’d always known in the back of my mind she’d be mine one day. I knew it was wrong to want her back then, so I’d always kept it secret. But nothing else mattered now except being with her. I just don’t want her to ever think that I took advantage of her. I want her to always be sure about us. To never question my intentions with her.

  Her eyes look so hopeful, and I hate that she’s questioning it. What happened in her bedroom was like nothing I’d ever felt before. I didn’t know a person could snap like that and lose all control. But that’s what happened. I needed her right then like I’d never needed anything in my life. The moment I made her mine was like nothing I’d ever experienced. It was like I was finally coming home.

  “There’s no one else in your life?” she asks. This time I cup her face, leaning in so my eyes are level with hers. So much innocence shines there. I can see her trust in me, and I want to keep that safe. Never break it.

  “No, sweetheart. I can’t remember another woman before you. And trust me, there hasn’t been one who has entered my mind since you jumped into my world.”

  She closes the small distance between us, her mouth landing on mine as she wraps her body around me. I pull her close as she starts to place kisses all over my face. I laugh at her sweet innocence, which is getting me hard all over again, like I hadn't just taken her twice and filled her up nice and good.

  “All right. I have to get you out of here now, or I’m going to end up taking you again.”

  “That’s okay.” She rubs against me, and I wonder if I’ve made her into a little sex addict.

  “No, the next time I take you will be in our home, where I can take my time. I want to kiss and touch every part of you. Worship you like I should have the first time. Show you how it will be between us.”

  She moans at my words and keeps wiggling against me, testing my control. It’s something only she can do.

  But when John walks in with look of pure anger on his face, it’s like cold water being dumped on me. I peel Eden from around me and place her behind me. I feel her hands come to rest on my back.

  “Eden, come here,” John says. I just stand there. I can’t believe he just tried to call her over. She doesn’t move. The idea that she’d go to him is ridiculous, but John can’t see that.

  “Speak to her again and I’ll fucking end you.”

  “You’ll end me? You know who I am. I’ll—”

  I cut him off, I don’t care that he’s a fucking senator. The higher he is, the harder the fall. He should remember that.

  “I know that you want to fuck your daughter.”

  “Stepdaughter,” he corrects. He doesn’t deny wanting to fuck her.

  “She’s nothing to you,” I tell him, taking a step towards him and letting him know I’m not fucking around. I’m leaving with her one way or another. Not a fucking thing is going to stop me.

  His eyes narrow on me. I know what he’s thinking. He’s wondering why it’s okay for me to have her and not him. The difference is, I actually care about her. I love and want to be with her. He just wants to use her and will most likely toss her aside when he’s done.

  Everyone around town knows the Senator goes though women just as fast as his wife seems to go through men. Both have reputations for their affairs, but I never thought he’d zone in on little Eden. If I had, I would have taken her from here sooner. He’s fucking lucky he never acted on that shit or he would have found himself with a bullet in his head. Fuck, he’ll still be lucky if he doesn’t.

  “I’m giving you one last chance to move the fuck out of our way, or I’ll spread your shit far and wide for everyone to know. They’ll know that the good old Senator is trying to get a taste of his stepdaughter, and his wife doesn’t care,” I lie. I’d never do that. I’d die before I let that taint sweet Eden. But I know where to hit him right now to make him question what he’s doing.

  “What about you? What will people say?” he tries.

  “The difference between me and you is, I don’t care what people might say. I’d take anything to have her,” I tell him. It’s the truth. But she’s eighteen: young but still legal. If people start talking and it bothers Eden, we’ll move. Leave everything behind and start somewhere new. Maybe we will anyway. Go somewhere I can have a house on the beach where I can see her in this swimsuit every day for the rest of my life.

  “Move!” I bark again, and he does this time, stepping out of our way. I pull Eden from the pool house and from this place that will never be her home again.

  Epilogue

  Eden

  Two years later…

  It’s been two years since Coen took me from my old house and gave me a home. A real life full of real love with the man of my dreams. Well, men of my dreams. I look down at my twin boys napping in their playpen in the living room. They always sleep together, and it’s the cutest thing in the world to watch.

  I feel Coen come up behind me. He wraps his big hand around my waist and kisses my bare neck, sending shivers down my spine. On the days he has to go to the office, he always comes home for lunch and to check on me and his little guys. He works three days a week, going in and making sure that everything is taken care of with the security agency. Even though he left the force after he rescued me, there’s still a piece of him that has to help others. It’s one of the things I love most about him, the way he protects me and our sons.

  “I missed you,” I whisper, not wanting to wake up the toddlers.

  “I’ve only been gone two hours,” he mumbles against my neck, but I feel his erection digging into my ass and his teeth grazing my shoulder.

  He turns me in his arms, picks me up, and takes me to the counter in the kitchen. He devours my mouth as he sits me on the very edge. Just as I start to fall off, he moves down between my legs and throws them over his shoulders, and I regain my balance. I feel his big hands push my dress up and expose my naked, wet pussy to him.

  “Oh, fuck yes. You’ve just been waiting on me to come back and give it to you. Haven’t you, sweet girl?”

  I feel my pussy contract, knowing what’s coming. I lean back on the counter, my palms flat behind me as his mouth descends on my pussy. His hot tongue gives me long licks, but his excitement is too strong as he starts to eat at me. He sucks my clit and then slips two fingers inside me, rubbing my sweet spot. It’s like he’s determined to get me off before he takes me, and I’m totally okay with that.

  “Goddamn, you’re so sweet. Give me that cum juice, sweet girl, I’m like Popeye looking for his can of spinach. When I get that good stuff, I’m gonna take that pussy and smash it.”

  I let out a giggle and move one hand to the top of his head to grip his hair. He keeps a steady rhythm for a moment, long enough for me to grab on to my orgasm and let go. I bite my lip to keep from crying out as the intense waves of pleasure flow through my arms and legs, all the way to my core.

  I’m gasping for air as Coen quickly stands up, pushes down his jeans, and slides his thick cock inside me. No matter how many times he’s taken me, his girth always fits so snugly. Sometimes I have to ask him to slow down because he hits me so deep. Right now, though, he won’t be told to stop as he grips my hips and pulls my ass nearly off the end of the counter and starts to thrust in and out of me.

  “Say it, Eden. Say it.”

  He’s gritting his teeth, so I know he’s close to the edge and I can’t tease him. Normally I would make him work it out of me, but he’s ravenous right now, and I am, too. Even after just having an orgasm, I want another.

  “I love you, Coen. I love you so much, baby. With all my heart and soul.”

  My words are like a balm, but it doesn’t come anywhere close to cool
ing his passion or slowing what his cock is doing. He thrusts hard, and it’s a sweet pull between us as my body climbs higher and higher.

  “I love you, too, sweet girl. Since the first moment, Eden.”

  With his words, we both fall over the edge and give in to paradise. Coen can’t cum without hearing me say I love him, and his confession back to me always does me in. He finds his release deep inside me, and he clings to my body, kissing every available inch.

  “Mmmm. I think I want a nap now, too,” he says, nuzzling my neck.

  “I think we’ve got about an hour. Take me to bed and snuggle with me.”

  He lifts me off the counter without pulling out and walks me to the bedroom just beyond the living room. I feel myself clenching around him as he takes each step, and suddenly I’m not so sleepy anymore. I lean forward, kissing his neck and nibbling on his ear.

  “Maybe I’m not tired anymore,” he says, as he lowers me to the bed and slowly starts to thrust in and out. “I think I want it slow this time, Eden. Nice and slow. Show me how much you love me, baby. Open those legs wider and give me what’s mine. This is what happens when you tempt me, sweetheart.”

  “You like it,” I say, giving him a sassy smile.

  He gives me one right back and then makes slow, sweet love to me. I may have been young when he saved me, but we’ve belonged to one another since that day. I’ve never regretted our decision for a second and neither has he. Our story is quick and dirty, but it’s exactly what we need.

  THE END

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  Chapter One

  Flynn

  “You told me you had this under control. That was the only reason I agreed to invest in a women’s lingerie line.”

  I look down at the sales charts of Curved Intimates, a company we invested in over six months ago. It’s bleeding money, and I’m close to just scrapping the whole project and being done with the headache. I have enough on my plate as it is.

  When you invest in as many things as Breakstone Corp does, you can’t be surprised when not all of them work out. But I had agreed with Mark when he brought this proposal to me. It was supposed to be the next Victoria’s Secret. The pitch was good and the women’s market wasn’t one we had worked our way into yet. Mark said it was something he really wanted to take on, so we went for it.

  I know shit about fashion. I pay someone to shop for me and pick out my clothes. I know even less about women’s undergarments. Fuck, I can’t even remember the last time I saw a real woman in her underwear.

  I run my hands over my face, trying to relieve some of the tension headache that’s starting to build. It’s already six o’clock and it looks like I’m going to be here another four hours at least.

  “Lynn from marketing is waiting outside. She seems to think she’s come up with something.” Mark shifts uncomfortably, probably scared I’m going to fire him. But this is the first time he’s ever missed the mark like this before. He’s eager and good at his job, but if I had a wife and three kids, I’d probably worry if I fucked up, too. You can’t win them all, and I can’t fault him for wanting to try to branch us out to something new. It showed enthusiasm, and it’s the very reason I’d hired him

  I flip through the last marketing ads in the folder again. They look standard, but there’s nothing special about the pictures, nothing that draws attention. They look like every other ad for women’s underwear you’ve ever seen. There’s no clear branding and nothing that stands out about this line.

  “I hope it’s better than this shit.” I toss the folder back across the desk at him.

  “I’ve been working with marketing. They have a few ideas I really like and—”

  I cut him off. I want to get this show on the road. “Mark, calm down. I’m not going to fire you over this. We’ll hear marketing’s ideas, and we either do them or we drop the whole fucking thing.”

  Mark nods before heading over towards the door, letting Lynn into my office. She shuffles over to my desk clutching a pile of binders so high I can’t even see her face. The stack almost looks bigger than her. I’m not sure how she’s made it all the way up here with them.

  “Sir, can I get you or anyone else a drink?” Sally, my assistant, asks as she stands in the doorway to my office. I know the only reason she’s offering is because other people are in here. She stopped getting me my coffee years ago, telling me she didn’t have a degree in business so she could waste it on fetching coffee. She’s an expensive pain in the ass I couldn’t live without. Luckily for me, her kids are off in college and her husband doesn’t seem to mind the long hours I often need her to work. I have a feeling she’s made me dependent on her on purpose. There’s no way I could fire her or her smart mouth.

  “I’m good, Sally.” I look to Lynn and Mark, who both say, “No, thanks,” before Lynn goes back to trying to get her binders in the order she likes. One falls off the top, landing open, making my whole body go still at the image.

  The woman in the photo is lying on a bed, her legs in the air and crossed at the ankles. She has on fishnet stockings that lead up her legs to her thick thighs. She’s wearing high-waisted black underwear that shows off her wide hips, giving her an old-school pinup feel, and a sexy bra that barely contains her full breasts, the material just covering the essentials. Every part of her is thick and luscious. All the blood in my body flows to my dick. I’ve never had a reaction like this to a woman. I’m too old to get a fucking hard-on from seeing a woman in a picture. She’s not even naked. Just the sight of her in her underwear has me nearly bursting in my slacks.

  I see Mark out of the corner of my eye as he takes a step towards my desk to see what’s caught my attention. I slam the binder closed, not wanting him to see her. Possessiveness flows through me, and I look at Lynn, who’s still going through the binders. When I look at Mark, he has his eyebrows raised in question.

  I pick the binder up and open it to show Lynn. When Mark takes another step to see what I’m showing her, I can’t hold back.

  “Don’t,” I bite out, making him pause, the confusion on his face
growing. “Who is this?” I demand, needing more information on her. Anything.

  “Oh. Just an idea I was thinking about. Going a little old school with some of the looks and appealing to all body types.”

  “Her name?” I push, and she reaches for the binder. I pull it back, not wanting it taken from me. Almost like a toddler with his favorite toy.

  “If you flip a few pages, it should be in the front. Before her pictures start,” she says, seeing that I’m not going to give her back the binder.

  I turn the book around to me and hurriedly flip through the pages until I get to the front.

  Cali Carr.

  Measurements: 40”/32”/48” (Bust/Waist/Hips)

  Dress size: 14 Shoe Size: 8

  I turn the page, hoping there’s another picture of her. The one on the bed made it hard to see her face. I flip to the next page, and I literally have to sit down in my chair. She’s smirking in the picture. Her full lips are just as lush as the rest of her. Her skin is flawless, a creamy white making the little freckles that sprinkle her upturned button nose even more noticeable.

  But what really gets me are her stunning eyes. They’re a deep green like nothing I’ve never seen before. In contrast with her red hair, they are unmissable.

  “Sir,” I hear Lynn say, and I look up at her. I have no idea how long I’ve been staring at the picture.

  “I want her.”

  “Okay. I’ll put her on the list. I have a few more for you to look at.”

  She tries to hand me another binder, but I have no desire to look at pictures of other women. What would be the point? They’d all pale in comparison. I’ve just seen perfection and I know nothing could beat it.