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“And what?” His eyebrows come together like he doesn’t understand what I’m getting at.

  “You didn’t want to guard her?”

  “Like I told you, I put a guard on her.” He grips my hips in a firm hold. “I’m guarding you. I didn’t want anyone on you but me. From the first moment I saw that picture of you. Something hit me, and I had to see what it was. Call it the cop in me. Maybe it’s the sixth sense you develop working on cases and busting down doors.”

  I wiggle a little in his lap.

  “We do fit together well,” I confirm.

  “I can’t think when you do that shit.”

  “I know. Isn’t it amazing? It’s like my brain shuts down for once. I always feel like it’s going, but with you…” I pause, because I can’t seem to think how to finish that thought.

  “It’s like nothing else matters.” He finishes it.

  “You feel it, too?”

  “Yeah.” He nods, resting his forehead against mine.

  “I have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve never done this. Heck, it’s always just my sister and me. I don’t even really have any friends unless you count the ones I have on the internet. And most of the time, we’re just in competition for stuff. I’ve never had a boyfriend. That’s what you’d be, right?”

  “Me neither.”

  I pull back to look at him. For once, he has to look up at me.

  “Had a girlfriend,” he finishes, and I just stare at him. I may not be into checking out men, but I know what women go for at least, and he fits the bill.

  “But you’re,” I place my hands on his chest, feeling the tickle of his chest hair on my fingers, “you know, all sexy and stuff.” I feel my face warm a little at the admission. Again, the embarrassment hits me, reminding me how he’s so different to other men I’ve met.

  “Let just say I’m not a real people person either. Never had the desire to have a girlfriend.”

  “But I’m right?” I edge, because he still hasn’t confirmed this.

  “That right there,” his hands slide up my hips and back down, “and a few other reasons. That’s why I’m so drawn to you. At first it was your picture, but from the moment you opened that mouth and things started to fall out, I knew I was fucked.”

  “I like when you say stuff like that. Makes me feel all warm inside.” I slide my own hands up his chest and around his neck.

  “Isn’t that what boyfriends are supposed to do? Make their woman feel all warm inside?” He doesn’t let me answer. He just leans in and takes my mouth in a kiss. This time it’s soft and sweet, not like the ones we’ve had before. Almost like a conformation that he’s mine now.

  I feel bold, and I want to explore as much about this new sexual awakening as possible. Do all the things that girlfriends do.

  I slide off the stool and push Drake’s thighs apart.

  “Cupcake.” There’s a dark edge to his voice, but I look up at him with a bright smile.

  “I want to do girlfriend things.”

  I kneel in front of him so his cock is at eye level. I run my hands up his thighs, then reach into the waistband of his loose shorts and tug at them.

  “I-” He starts to say something, but when I pull at his shorts again, he stops to help me slide them off. “I don’t know if I can control myself,” he grits out.

  “I’ve never done this before, so it may not go so well. Just let me explore.”

  His giant cock bobs in front of me, and I lick my lips. I go to take off my glasses, but he stops me.

  “Leave them on.” His voice is filled with so much desire, it sends goose bumps across my body. It’s so exciting that I’ve made him feel that way.

  I feel his fingers in my hair as he brushes it out of my face, holding it back for me as I lean forward and open my mouth.

  His warm flavor hits my tongue, and I moan around the head of his cock. He’s a little salty, but I like the feel of him. His thighs tremble under my touch as I suck more of him into my mouth. He lets out a sharp breath, and more of his flavor floods my tongue.

  I think he likes when I suck him, because the further down I go and swallow around his cock, the more cum seeps out. I start moving my mouth up and down, trying to suck at the same time to get more. I want to feel him cum in my mouth, and this seems to be the way to do it.

  “Hands, Zoey,” he grunts, and it sounds like he’s holding his breath.

  I bring my hands up to his cock, one goes to the shaft and the other to his balls. He’s so hard, yet his skin is so warm and soft. The delicate ridge against my tongue feels sexy. I move the hand on his shaft in time with my mouth, and he immediately responds to that, giving me more cum, growling as he does so. I lightly massage his balls with my other hand, feeling them draw up as a few more drops of cum hit my mouth.

  “Fuck. I can’t last.” His hands tighten in my hair, and he goes to pull me off of him. “Zoey, come off, baby. I’ll cum in your mouth if you don’t.”

  He tugs at my hair again, but I just grip him tighter and suck him deeper, not letting him take his cock away. I want him to lose control like I did with him.

  “Goddamn, baby. I’m cumming.”

  His thighs lock up as his cum hits the back of my throat. I drink it down, sucking all of him up and making sure I don’t spill any. He’s moaning so loudly, and I love the sound. I love that I was able to do that to him. I feel so powerful at being able to get him off, and it’s nice to know I can return the pleasure to him in some way.

  When he’s finished cumming, I take my mouth off his hard cock and give it one last kiss on the tip. He jerks in response, and I smile up at him, seeing his eyes are half-closed.

  “I think I saw stars,” he says, and it makes me smile.

  “That was good?” I ask as he pulls me into his lap. I like that I pleased him.

  “There’s not a word to describe it. So much better than good, cupcake. Perfect.” He grabs the back of my head, pulling me in for a soft kiss that I hate to pull away from.

  “I think the food is burning.” I know he seems to hate that I can distract him like that, but I love that I can do to him what he does to me.

  “Shit.” He jumps up and places me back on my chair before rushing over to the stove. He pulls a pan off and mumbles something about a distraction.

  8

  Drake

  When I finish cleaning up after our meal, I go to the bar and put Zoey back in my lap. I had to recook everything, but I didn’t mind because it gave me a chance to watch her work as she watched me cook.

  “Tell me what you’re working on,” I say, leaning in and kissing her neck.

  “I do data research for a couple of firms in and out of the country, oh, God, that feels good. Right there.”

  I smile against her skin “What was that?”

  “Your mouth is very distracting. Don’t stop. I’ll keep talking.”

  I continue to kiss her as she wraps her arms and legs around me.

  “Essentially, I collect financial information on people. Sometimes I’m hired by the government, and sometimes I’m hired by bad guys.”

  I tense at her usage of the term “bad guys.” “What do you mean by that?”

  “It’s nothing really. I just take on cases I like. If I find something interesting, I do that.”

  She says it so nonchalantly. I’m not sure she understands the dangers of working for criminals when it comes to money.

  “Cupcake, don’t you think this could have something to do with your stalker now?”

  She looks at me and cocks her head to the side as if contemplating it.

  “No. I’m careful.”

  Just as I’m about to open my mouth and ask her some more questions, I hear the alert go off on my phone. I jump up, taking Zoey with me as I go to the other side of the counter and grab it.

  Before Zoey walked in on me, I set up some things in her apartment. Hidden cameras, motion sensors, the works. If someone entered the apartment, I could monitor it. I had the alert set up on my phone.r />
  I carry Zoey over to my laptop and set her down on the counter beside it. I open it up, put in my passcode, and wait a second for all the security cameras to come up to speed.

  “That’s my home,” she says, leaning over and watching with me.

  “Yes. It looks like someone got inside. The front door was opened, but there’s no sign of forced entry.” I zoom in on the image and see that the door knob and locks don’t look damaged. I double-check the keypad system on my phone and see that the correct code was entered. “Whoever did this had a key and code.”

  “That’s impossible. Only Elle and I have that.”

  I switch through cameras around the house, but I can’t find any movement. I can’t figure it out. Someone opened her door and turned off the alarm. I have a motion sensor going off at the entrance but nowhere else. Whoever was there must have seen something to scare them off.

  I pull Zoey close to my side as I go through the camera footage. Finally, I get to the point when the sensors went off, and I see a dark shadow at the front door. The two of us lean closer to my laptop screen to try to make out the figure, but it’s too dark and too grainy.

  “Goddamn it,” I curse, wishing I would have had more time to test out the equipment I put in place before we left. I was so concerned with getting Zoey here that I didn’t test the sensors and cameras properly. “I’m sorry, Zoey. This is my fault.”

  “Why are you sorry? You’re the one who got me out of there. I’m safe because of you.”

  I look into her eyes, and I see that she means it with all her heart. She’s partly right. I did get her out of there before the person came back, but I can’t help but feel a little guilty for not making sure we caught them at the same time.

  “Do you recognize the person on the screen?” I have little hope she does. She would’ve told me already. With Zoey, I always know what’s on her mind. And it’s quite possibly my favorite thing about her.

  “No. It’s so fuzzy. It could be a man or a woman, and I can’t even make out what they’re wearing. It looks like they open the door, enter the code, and stand there for seven seconds before they turn around and leave. I don’t think they even locked it behind them.”

  “That’s an accurate description,” I say, leaning over and kissing her cheek. “I’ll pull the cameras from the lobby, but the system your building uses is less than adequate, and I’m not hopeful. It will take me some time to get the request back. They weren’t very cooperative when I talked to them before. They said that unless a police report of harassment had been filed, they weren’t required to tell us shit.”

  “Yeah, I’m really not a people person, but I should have done better research on the building security guys before I moved in. Some of them are alright, though.”

  “I’m sure they will work with us once I show them the footage of the break in, but I’m not sure how fast they’ll work.”

  “So does that mean you have time to give me another orgasm before we’ll have more information?”

  I can’t help but smile at her. I look back at my computer, sending the video along with an email to my team and her building requesting lobby footage. Once I click send, I turn to her, scoop her up, and carry her back to the bedroom.

  “Yes. That’s exactly what that means, cupcake. More orgasms. How many would you like?”

  Leaning in, I bury my face in her neck, breathing in her sweet smell as I go into the bedroom and get on the bed with her in my arms.

  “All of them. And this time I want you inside me, too. I think it would feel magical.”

  I pull my face away from her neck and look into her eyes. “Zoey,” I whisper. I’m not sure what to say. I want her so bad, and my cock is throbbing. But I worry it’s too fast, and what happens when I get what I want and she tries to take it away from me? A panic comes over me, and I cling to her tightly. I can’t let her leave me.

  “I’m on the pill if you’re worried about getting me pregnant. It helps regulate my periods. And I’m a virgin, so I don’t have any sexually transmitted diseases. Do you?” She says it all so bluntly.

  “No. I’m clean. It’s been a really, really long time since I’ve done anything, and I’ve been tested since then. I just worry…”

  I trail off, not knowing what to say. This conversation is usually the other way around, isn't it?

  “What, Drake? What do you worry about?” She wiggles like she’s trying to get closer to me, but we’re already plastered together.

  Letting out a deep breath, I look away from Zoey. “I just don’t want you to use me for sex, okay? You mean something to me, and I’m afraid once I give in, you won’t want me anymore.”

  When she doesn’t answer, I look back into her eyes and continue. Cards on the table, right?

  “I’ve been really shy around women my entire life, and I never know what to say, so I just don’t say anything. I’ve only been with two women, and it was once each time. I don’t remember much about them It was just a drunken mess to get it over with. I don’t have a lot of experience when it comes to this, but I like that you tell me what you mean so I don’t have to guess. There are no games, and I know where I stand with you. So please just tell me, for lack of a better question, are your intentions with me honorable? Do I have to worry about you being with me and then sneaking out on me in the middle of the night? Will we do this and then will you decide you don’t want to see where this goes? Because right now, I’ll give you all the orgasms you’ve ever wanted if you think I’m what you want. But if you just want to play around and have a good time, then maybe we should cool off for a bit.”

  I feel exposed as I sit on the bed, holding Zoey to me. This is probably the dumbest thing a guy has ever done, trying to turn down sex for a relationship. But there is something between us, something really special, and I don’t want to tarnish it by making light of what I feel. And I don’t want to be used as an experiment because she’s finally found a man she’s attracted to. I won’t be able to let her go, but I’m trying to keep my heart whole. In a very short time, she’s become important to me, and the thought of belittling what is happening between us with a quick decision makes me want to take a step back and really find out what she wants from this.

  9

  Zoey

  I move to climb on top of Drake, and he easily lets me as he grips my hips in a firm hold as I straddle him. Resting my hands on his firm chest, I smile down at him. I’m not used to having someone touch me all the time, but I can’t seem to get enough of him doing it. I like how his fingers always wrap around me like they’ve been doing it forever. It’s something I’m going to enjoy now that I’ll be living with him.

  “I thought you said we’re boyfriend and girlfriend. If that’s not to your liking or solid enough, we can get married. That’s what people do. Right?”

  I feel the hands on my hips flex, and his dark eyes widen a little. I like that he seems lost in all of this, too. I was sure with the way he picked me up and handled me that he’d been with his share of women. Knowing that he hadn’t warms me and makes butterflies take flight in the pit of my stomach. It’s a feeling a man has never given me before. I like all of the feelings he’s been giving me, and I want to keep them. The most logical thing to do would be to get married. That’s what people do when they want to stay together. Then he would be mine. I lick my lips at the idea of him being only mine.

  When he just keeps staring at me, I start to feel my heart sink. Maybe that was a little too far for him. Elle would tell me I’m moving too fast, like I do with most things. I never understand why people drag their feet with things. If you want something, you have to snatch it up or work towards getting it. I lack finesse, I’m often told, but I go after what I want.

  “Zoey,” he finally says, his voice soft, nearly a whisper. His body goes lax underneath me, but a pounding cuts off his words, and he pulls me from his lap and gets to his feet.

  “Don’t move.” He shoots me a hard look, one I’m sure that works on a lot of
people, but I’ve seen how fast I can get those eyes to change from hard to soft. They don’t work on me like I’m sure he hoped they would. He pulls a gun out from his nightstand, and my eyes bulge in shock as he leaves the room.

  I debate staying put, but it isn’t much of an argument. I get off the bed quickly and peek out the door. Hearing voices, I slowly make my way down the hall to see Elle standing in the entryway, Pink right behind her with his hands resting on her hips like he’s trying to keep her in place.

  “Zoey!” She breaks free of Pink and runs towards me, wrapping me in her arms. “God, I'm so glad you agreed to do this. I saw the video. What if you’d been there? What if…”

  Her words break off in a sob, and I squeeze her tighter.

  “I'm fine. You don't have to worry. I'm with Drake. He’ll keep me safe.” She keeps crying, and I just whisper reassuring words to her until she finally pulls back, looking down at me, her eyes all red rimmed.

  “Don’t cry. You know that messes with me inside,” I tell her before poking her, making her smile then sniffle.

  “I’m staying here with you.” She wipes her eyes before tucking her long blonde hair behind her ear.

  “No,” I hear Pink say as I look up to see him now standing right behind her, super close. I’d lost sight of both him and Drake when Elle crushed me in a hug. She might be thin, but she’s tall, and still Pink towers over her. He might even have an inch on Drake, but where Pink is tall and lean, Drake is broad and solid.

  I hold my breath, biting the inside of my cheek, wondering what’s going to happen. People don’t tell Elle no. Well, they can try, but it never works.

  “Excuse me.” She turns but bumps directly into him. I go to step back but find Drake there, and he pulls me into him, stepping back from both Elle and Pink.

  “Don’t even try it, Prinzessin. I got six sisters.” He looks down at her with a smirk on his face, but his face softens and his hand comes out like he’s trying to brush one of the tears from her eyes.