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  I wish I didn’t have to show her that side of me, the side that has become fiercely protective of her.

  “The power you hold between your legs terrifies me,” I say as I kneel between them and push her robe out of the way.

  Her bare cunt is exposed to me, spread open and begging for my cock. I can see it in the way she clenches in the air, demanding it be filled.

  “Soon,” I whisper to it as I press my nose into her puffy folds and press a soft kiss to her delicate petals.

  “Lincoln.” My name on her lips is a shot of adrenaline straight to my cock.

  Sitting up, I rip my shirt from my body and buttons fly onto the bed. “You make me a beast ready to fuck you. I want to take my time and make love to your innocent pussy with my mouth, but one word and I’m ready to rut into you like an animal.”

  Her arms reach for me, but I shake my head.

  “I want the taste of your fresh cunt on my tongue when I breed you.”

  I may have already penetrated her just a little, but she’s yet to be broken in fully. I want her ready to saddle anytime I choose, able to take all of me in one stroke.

  Kicking off my pants, I grab the length of my cock and stroke it as I move back between her legs. I want to pretend it’s her tight little pussy working up and down on it while I lick her virginity.

  I bury my face between her legs, and her thighs tighten around my ears. I couldn’t possibly wish for a greater death than to die smothered against her cunt. But I don’t want to leave this earth until I have the feeling of her seated fully on my cock, so I reach up with my free hand and pry her legs open.

  My tongue dips into her honey and I lick it up to her clit. I suck on her there until her back arches and she claws at the sheet.

  “Grab my hair and hold my face to your pussy,” I growl. “Make me eat it.”

  She does as I say, lifting her hips and rocking against my mouth. She’s taking her pleasure out on me, and I’m jerking my cock in time with her movements. I look up to see her eyes squeezed tight and her nipples hard and tight. She’s lost in sensations, and the need to fuck her is so strong it’s a weight on my back.

  “I’m going to-to…” Her words are choked as her fingers tighten in my hair and her body begins to shake. Her orgasm is too fast for her to stop it, and it hits her hard. “Fuck!”

  The sound of her curse echoes in the room, and I feel it when her release hits my tongue. The warm, sweet juice coats my chin as I lick up all that she gives me.

  Her pussy clenches with need and I can’t wait any longer. Quickly, I move up her body and thrust into her in one hard plunge. Her cunt is still soaking from her release and clenching around my cock. She lets out a small cry, but I kiss her lips as I hold her hips tight to keep her from wiggling away from me.

  “Shhh. Give it a second, sweet pea. You’ll adjust.”

  “It’s too big,” she gasps. “I can’t, it hurts.”

  “Breathe, Sophia. You feel so tight. Just like I knew you would. I had a little taste of your pussy wrapped around my cock on the plane and I knew you’d be small. But we’ve got to break you in. You’ll be so horny after this, and I want to make sure you’re able to take me. Just relax, you’re almost there.”

  She takes a breath and licks her lips before I give her another soft kiss. I slide out a little and then move back in, and this time she doesn’t tense.

  “Good girl.” Her cunt is so tight it pulls cum from my cock every time I pull out.

  Her legs relax, then move around my waist as I start to move in and out. She rubs her hand down my chest, and I feel like everything in my life has led to this moment. I’ve built all that I have so that I could make all of her dreams come true. This is what I’ve worked so hard for.

  Leaning back, I rub her pussy with my thumb and watch my cock disappear inside her. “Look at how fucking perfect you are. Taking all of me the first time. You’re so beautiful.” I look up to her eyes and smile at her. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. That’s why I had to have you.”

  Her body tenses and I know she’s close. Steady, even strokes on her clit as I thrust in and out bring her to the edge faster than I would have guessed.

  “You might be new to this, but your pussy was made to cum. And you were made to breed. Look at you, taking my cock all the way and ready to go off so soon.”

  My filthy words are enough to send her over the edge, and I watch as the blush from her cheeks blooms on her chest, and I lean down, taking a nipple in my mouth. I hold myself inside her as deep as I can go and release my hot cum into her as her body opens for me.

  Her orgasm is intense, and she cries out as she claws my back. My name drips off her lips as I pump cum into her. There’s so much, I can feel it at the base of my cock, leaking down my balls, but I can’t stop.

  The feel of her nipple in my mouth and the smell of her pussy on my lips is pushing my body past any limit it thought it had. Just when I think I don’t have any left, another wave shoots down my spine and I give her more.

  I take a deep breath and roll onto my back, taking her with me and positioning her above my hips. My cock is still buried as deep as it can go inside her, and I have zero plans of changing that any time soon.

  I grab her hips and begin to rock them as she lies limply across my chest. I hear a giggle come from her and look down to see her smiling.

  “Are you going to do it for me?” she asks as I keep rocking her hips on my cock.

  “You need your rest. But I can’t seem to stop,” I admit, and kiss her on the lips softly.

  “Does it always feel like this?” she asks shyly as her cheeks redden.

  “Never before. This is heaven, sweet pea. And you’re my goddess.”

  When she sits up and cups her tits, I groan at the sight of it. A wicked smile plays at her lips, and in that moment she wraps me even tighter around her pinky.

  Chapter Seven

  Sophia

  I roll over, reaching out for Lincoln, but come up empty. Opening my eyes, I see the sun pouring into the room. I sit up and call out for him but get no response.

  Pulling myself from the bed, I go in search of him but find the hotel room empty. Nervousness sits in the pit of my stomach. What if he left…?

  I find my suitcase by the door and I dig through it to find something to wear. He wouldn’t just leave, would he? I know nothing about dating.

  Walking into the bathroom, I freeze when I see myself. I’m completely naked and I can see the evidence of our lovemaking coating my body.

  I should shower, but I don’t want to wash it away. I’d rather go in search of Lincoln. Maybe he just went down to the hotel lobby.

  I get dressed quickly and throw my hair into a messy bun before leaving the hotel room. When the door shuts behind me, I realize I don’t have a key.

  I go to the elevator and hit the lobby button. The nervousness in my belly only grows with each second I’m away from Lincoln.

  When I exit, I stop in my tracks when I see Lincoln in the lobby, but he isn’t alone. A young dark-haired woman is leaning in to kiss him.

  My breath catches and I turn around, not wanting to see it. I hit the elevator button but remember I have no way of getting into the room. Tears leak down my cheeks.

  I should have known this was too good to be true. I turn to exit the hotel but run right into Lincoln. His whole body is rock solid and he looks livid.

  “Why are you crying?” His soft tone doesn’t match the hard look on his face.

  “You left and you-you…” I can’t even say it.

  His hands cup my face “Sweet pea, I came down to wrap some things up for work. I was on my way back up to order some breakfast for us.”

  “I saw her,” I snap. More tears leak out.

  “Her?” he questions, and my eyes follow his. The woman is being escorted out by what looks like a security guard. “I know she practically jumped me. Promise she didn’t get the kiss she was trying to land,” he growls out, seeming super pissed. He leans down and takes my mouth with his. The kiss is deep and consuming.

  When he pulls back, I’m dazed and want to go back to our room.

  “Just a drunk. You’re the only woman I’ll ever kiss,” he says against my lips.

  “So this is real? Like, we’re together?” I ask, feeling a little unsure.

  “This is more than together. By the time we leave this hotel, I’m going to have my baby in you and you will have my last name.” He growls again, picking my up and hitting the elevator button.

  “You sound like a caveman,” I laugh, really liking it.

  “Caveman is going to be me spanking your little ass for leaving the hotel room without me.”

  I laugh even harder at that. “I can’t leave the hotel without you?”

  “Nope, sweet pea. Someone will snatch you up like I did. You belong to me and me alone.”

  Epilogue

  Sophia

  Two years later..

  “I’m going to hire a female gardener,” Lincoln says, spinning me around to look at him. “Why are you staring at him?” I roll my eyes, which only gets me a harder look from him.

  “I was making sure he was taking care of the rose bushes!” I exclaim. I love my rose bushes, but Lincoln won’t let me tend them anymore, saying it’s too hot out for me. “Trust me, he doesn’t want anything to do with this.”

  My hand goes to my very round belly. I’m ready to pop any time now. I barely had our son before Lincoln had a little girl planted in me.

  “You have no idea how fucking sexy you look pregnant. If you did, you’d understand my jealousy.”

  I roll my eyes again. “You’re always jealous.”

  “You like it,” he says, scooping me up into his arms. He’s right. I do. I love the attention he rains down on me. “Our son is napping. I say we practice making a third baby.”

  Epilogue

  Lincoln

  Ten years later…

  “If you don’t hold still, I’m going to spank you.” Her lush ass is teasing me and she damn well knows it.

  “Maybe that’s what I want,” Sophia says, and wiggles against me.

  I groan and rest my forehead on her shoulder. She’s going to be the death of me. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. She’s my world wrapped up in a tiny package.

  “You said we were running late,” I say through gritted teeth.

  We’re both dressed for the hospital gala tonight, and we should have left the house ten minutes ago. I’m supposed to be the keynote speaker, so they’ll be waiting on us, a whole room of people sitting around ready for us to begin.

  “We are. But I wanted my makeup to be perfect. Don’t you like my dress?” she asks, wiggling her lace-covered ass against my erection. It’s deep red and hugs all her curves, and I want to rip it from her body.

  “You’re teasing the devil,” I say, biting the exposed skin on her shoulder. She shivers with pleasure and presses against me harder.

  “Am I?” Her voice is full of innocence, but we both know she’s far from it.

  “You’re going to explain to the hundreds of people there tonight why we are late,” I grit out, jerking at my slacks and pulling out my cock.

  I push on her shoulder and grab the end of her dress. “Grip the back of the couch. This is going to be quick.”

  She giggles and then squeals when I smack her bare ass. “No panties. Maybe you’re the devil.”

  I thrust hard into her, and her soaked pussy wraps around my cock. “Fucking wet for it. I bet you were in the bathroom playing with your cunt instead of getting ready. Weren’t you?”

  “Lincoln,” she moans, and spreads her legs wider.

  “You horny little girl. You just couldn’t wait. You better not have cum in there without me. You know that’s not allowed.”

  “Never,” she gasps as I thrust deep.

  “That’s right. Because this cunt belongs to me. Doesn’t it? Since the day I laid eyes on you, you’ve been mine.”

  “Always yours.” She arches her back and lifts her knee onto the couch so I can have more of her.

  “You’re always so greedy for me.” I grip her hips with both hands and use her body to jerk myself off. “You’re going to soak my slacks with all this pussy juice. I’m going to need you to lick me clean.”

  Her cunt clenches and she trembles as she screams out my name in climax. My cock can only take so much, and I release into her, filling her pussy with what she craves.

  She turns around in my arms, and my cock slips free from her. She falls to her knees and opens her mouth as my hard length slides inside. The sight of her sucking my cock clean and moaning around her own juices turns me on all over again.

  “Keep that up and I’m going to have to fuck you again.”

  Instead of pulling back, she takes me deeper into her throat and winks at me.

  “Fuck,” I grit between clenched teeth.

  We’re going to be very, very late.

  THE END

  PAID FOR

  by

  Alexa Riley

  Mason Foster goes through assistants like some people go through tissues. He’s sick and tired of having to replace them, so his best friend and business partner decides to help him out.

  Kennedy Myers is here for a job and nothing else. But when the money is too good to be true, there’s nothing she won’t do to please her new boss. She’s bought and paid for, so who is she to say no? Especially when she likes it.

  Warning: This dirty office romance is over-the-top filthy. If you want a possessive alpha with a bossy mouth, then do what you’re told and get this book! Seriously, though, if Mason asks, just say you bought it. He’s grumpy.

  Copyright © 2016 by Author Alexa Riley LLC. All rights reserved.

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  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

  Edited by Aquila Editing

  Cover Photo by Sara Eirew

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  For Janet… you’re the best.

  Chapter 1

  Kennedy

  I think I’m going to throw up. The single thought runs through my head, over and over. I take a deep breath, trying to get my nerves under control. Glancing around the giant room, I feel completely out of place. A woman in her late fifties sits typing away at a large desk, the clicks of her fingers hitting the keys the only sound in the big, empty lobby. I’m on the fiftieth floor of the Foster Building, trying to control my stomach as the lady ignores me and continues to work. Her silky gray hair is cut short to just below her ears and she’s wearing thick-framed glasses perched on the end of her nose. Everything about her is professional and says she belongs here. Her outfit is stylish in a way I could never put together, even if I had the money to do so. She’s classy and elegant and was surprisingly sweet to me when I checked in. She didn’t give me a snide look like the women downstairs had done.

  I run one hand across my thighs in an attempt to brush away any pieces of fuzz on the too-tight gray skirt I have on. I’m still shocked I got myself into the thing. I got it in the ninth grade when I’d joined the debate team and needed to look professional. My stint at that size lasted about as long as my time on the team. The waist is starting to dig into my stomach, and I pray that the button in the back won’t pop.

  I’m wearing simple black heels that I spent two hours practicing walking in yesterday. I found them in a discount bin in a shop down the street from my little studio apartment, along with a simple button-up white shirt. I feel so plain, even a little mousy. I was trying to look older, but I’m not sure I’m pulling it off.

  I tried my hand at a little makeup and even took the time to put some curls into my hair. I’d tried to mimic a woman from a magazine I saw, but I’m not sure I got close to what I was trying to pull off.

  What am I doing here? I shake my head at myself. I’m a horrible liar and I know it. The absolute worst at it. When I was seven, I broke a glass case my grandpa kept a signed football in. I’d confessed before he could even ask me what happened to it. Then when I was thirteen, my grandpa asked me how my day at school was, and out of my mouth came details of how Cody kissed me after school. I was so bad at lying. I couldn’t even fake it for a second. I simply couldn’t bring myself to do it.

  How I think I’ll ever pull this off, I have no idea. Because you have no other choice, I remind myself. I need this job. Correction, I more than need this job. I needed this job three weeks ago.

  The little money I had left from selling my grandpa’s house is almost gone. I have no idea how I am going to make rent in my shitty little studio apartment. I might actually be happy to lose the place, though. Maybe I can find a local YMCA to stay at or something. My landlord is starting to really creep me out.

  His apartment is right next to mine, and this morning he caught me as I was leaving, reminding me my rent was due three days ago. He also implied there are other ways to pay my rent. Ways that don’t involve money. It made my skin crawl. Mr. Kelly was easily sixty years old. He is always in pajama bottoms and a wife beater with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. And I am pretty sure the lady across the hall from me is paying her rent in the other ways he was talking about. I’d heard her earn her room on multiple occasions, and it made me shiver with disgust.

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