Bad Boy in Brooks Brothers by Nadia Aidan

Bad Boy in Brooks Brothers

Nadia Aidan

Bad Boy in Brooks Brothers by Nadia Aidan

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are
products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to
be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales,
organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Bad Boy in Brooks Brothers
Copyright© 2008 Nadia Aidan
ISBN: 978‐1‐60088‐245‐6

Cover Artist: Melissa Findley
Editor: Leanne Salter

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Dedication

To my mom.

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Chapter One

“Pull.”
Nikki Latimore narrowed her eyes and concentrated hard on her

clay target. She had it in her sights. Now...all...she...had...to...do—

“Shit.”
She missed it again. She hadn’t hit one single damn target all damn

day. Disgusted, she scrunched her face into a frown and lowered her
shotgun. She hated skeet shooting, but as a board member for the
Women’s League of Washington, she was obligated to attend the annual
charity fundraising event. The money she raised helped fund literacy
programs for inner city children. The least she could do was endure a few
hours of humiliating herself.

“You really suck at this.”
“Oh,” she gasped. Lost in her thoughts, the deep, rich, masculine

voice startled her. She whipped her head around, causing her shoulder
length hair to brush across her face. She narrowed her eyes and searched
for the owner of the taunt.

She pinched her lips into a tight frown when she found him. She

should have known.

“Don’t you have something better to do?” she snapped as she

wrenched out her ear plugs. She reached up to pull off her safety glasses
and winced when her hair caught in the arm hinge, ripping several of her
freshly colored honey brown strands clear from the roots.

He shrugged his shoulders with casual indifference and grinned

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down at her, not even bothering to hide the fact that he delighted in her
discomfort.

Despite her best efforts not to succumb to the temptation, she

allowed her gaze to trace the movements of his broad shoulders when he
shrugged. She noted how the crisp, white, cotton shirt bunched and
stretched across his bulging muscles. She swallowed down the lump that
caught in her throat as she averted her gaze, all the while trying to
convince herself that her nipples didn’t tighten at his simple gesture.

“What could be better than watching you make a fool of yourself?”

He grinned wider.

His rude comment snapped her back to reality, which was where

she needed to be instead of staring at how his biceps strained against the
sleeves of his shirt. “Go away, Ashton.”

He strode toward her and stopped, his large frame within inches of

her body. He tilted his head to the side and held her gaze. His voice
dropped to a deep whisper when he said, “Now, why would I do that?”

Her body reacted to the husky timber of his voice as it rolled over

her like a gentle breeze. She stifled a gasp and took a hesitant step
backwards. She trembled from the pulsating heat of an invisible current
that seemed to have leapt from his body to shoot up her arm and sizzle
over her sensitive skin.

“I am sure there are some pretty, barely legal college co‐eds that

would just love the pleasure of your company,” she shot back, lifting her
hands to shoo him away. “So why don’t you just run along?”

His nearness caused her body to vibrate with need, as it always did

when he got close to her. She hated her physical response to him. It
disconcerted her. She needed him to get away from her before she melted
from the heat he generated inside of her.

Ashton stepped away from her. With some distance between them,

she could see the muscle in his jaw twitching, and his blue eyes looked
like tiny chips of ice. Her dismissal had obviously pissed him off.

“As a matter of fact, I was just talking to one, but then she left to go

talk to someone else.” He paused to scratch his head. “Now who did she
run off with? Oh yes.” He snapped his fingers. “It was your Guns and

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Roses boyfriend,” he said with a smug look of satisfaction. “Last time I
checked, they were heading toward the bathroom.”

Embarrassment stole over her, but she refused to let Ashton see

he’d struck a nerve. Thrusting her shoulders back, she lifted her chin and
stared up at him. “Just leave me alone, Ashton.” She twisted on her heel
and stomped off.

She wasn’t even going to head toward the bathroom because she

knew Ashton was probably telling the truth. She wasn’t embarrassed that
Vick had left her for some plaything. Her ex‐boyfriend, Vick, was a
notorious cheater, which was one of the reasons why she’d dumped his
ass months ago. Yet, despite their failure as a couple, they had remained
good friends, and whenever he wasn’t on tour with his band, she enjoyed
hanging out with him. Today she’d brought him along as her date, but she
wasn’t all that surprised he’d found some groupie to fuck.

Vick was a decent guy, but he was well known for his wandering

eye and eager dick. Nikki couldn’t have cared less about what Vick was
up to though. She just hated the smug satisfaction Ashton derived from
rubbing it in her face—the fact that she was a complete failure when it
came to picking the right man.

Ashton had always criticized her for her taste in men and today, it

would seem, was no exception. He was probably gloating right now. He
never missed an opportunity to point out her bad taste whenever he got
the chance.

Still seething with anger, she shoved a hand through her hair and

expelled a longsuffering sigh. Today was going to be a long, miserable
day if she spent it dwelling on her fight with Ashton.

“For the rest of the day, you just need to avoid him,” she said with

resolve, and made a pact with herself right then and there that she
wouldn’t let Ashton make the rest of her day more difficult than it already
was.

Deep in thought, she wandered across the lush, green, rolling

grounds of the Allen Family Estate. She stopped and stared at all of the
wealth and prestige that surrounded her. Everywhere she looked she was
blinded by sparkling diamond baguettes that shimmered on the hands,

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necks and ears of the rail‐thin socialite wives.

She shook her head at the absurdity of it all. They were skeet

shooting for Christ’s sake, not going to a formal banquet. Everyone must
have missed the memo, because even the men were decked out in silk
ascots and their finest Polo tweeds.

Despite the over‐the‐top extravagance, her first genuine smile of

the day curved her lips. She had come a long way from the angry black
girl who’d grown up on welfare in the projects of DC. At thirty‐one, she
was the CEO and founder of a million‐dollar, non‐profit organization that
created educational opportunities for local youth in Washington DC.
She’d fought long and hard to put herself through college and business
school. She was proud to finally be in a position to give back to her
community.

If it wasn’t for her dedication to the children going through what

she’d gone through, she wouldn’t even be here today. If it were just about
her, she would have skipped the event altogether. But alas, it wasn’t. It
was about raising money for children who needed every single dime, so
she forced herself to endure these events because she was committed to
the cause. She still didn’t have to like it though.

She perked up when she realized her aimless strolling had taken

her to a place of possible salvation. Desperate for something to help ease
her apprehension, she stopped at the open bar, settled into a stool, and
ordered herself a drink. No matter how many times she attended these
events, she never managed to achieve a sense of ease—not even after she
imbibed a good share of the endless, free alcohol.

Everyone was always polite, but each conversation reminded her of

how very different her life was from theirs. While others would discuss
their fond memories of childhood—the exotic trips, the many riding and
piano lessons, and their doting parents—all she could manage to do was
stand there, nod, and smile. She’d had no fun‐filled trips with loving
parents. She’d had nothing.

She offered the bartender a weak smile when he set her drink in

front of her. She let her eyes drift closed and sipped the rich Château
Pétrus, enjoying the tingling sensation of the smooth merlot as it slid

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down her throat and warmed her from the inside. She exhaled a ragged
breath and tried to relax, but despite her earlier pact, thoughts of her
exchange with Ashton crept back into her head.

Ashton Wentworth Allen the third. His family had generously

allowed the Women’s League to host its event on their sprawling estate at
no cost. She had been grateful for the gesture, knowing that most of the
money they raised would go to the children and not to some banquet hall.
Despite her desire to see that the fundraiser was a success, she had almost
wished they hadn’t offered their estate because she knew it meant she
would have to deal with him at some point.

Ashton Wentworth Allen. As his name suggested, he was from old

money, privilege—all the things she was not. And more important, he
possessed all the things she hated in a man.

An attorney, Ashton was the fulltime legal advisor to the mayor of

DC. Yet even if Ashton hadn’t become a high‐profile political attorney, he
was still a man who always lived by the rules. Everything had to be done
his way. She hated that in general, and especially about him. He was
straight‐laced, meticulous, uptight, and arrogant. Not to mention, he was
white. Yep, Ashton Wentworth Allen the third was utterly and completely
wrong for her. Yet, there was something about him that had always
intrigued her.

At six‐foot‐five, he was all solid, corded muscle. With his clear, blue

eyes, dirty blond hair, and easy smile, she would be a liar if she didn’t
admit he was attractive. With his movie star good looks, she’d always
thought he belonged more on the beaches of Malibu and Santa Monica
than on Capitol Hill.

A slight tremor pulsed through her at the thought of him. It just

didn’t make sense. Bewildered, she took a desperate sip of wine. She was
attracted to men like Vick—irreverent, rebellious, wild and just a little
dangerous. That was sexy to her. Not preppy boys with too much
confidence and nothing to back it up. Yet, her nipples always tightened
when Ashton was near, and even now her pussy still throbbed with heat
from when he’d leaned into her.

She shook her head as if she could physically force the object of her

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thoughts out of her mind. Her attraction to him unnerved her. The longer
she sat on this stool, the more she would obsess about Ashton. She needed
a distraction. She downed the last drops of wine from her glass and
ordered another one. She tapped her manicured nails against the bar until
the bartender returned with her order.

With a quick nod of thanks, she left him a tip, grabbed her glass of

wine, and hopped off the stool to search out the one person that could put
her at ease—Ashton’s mother. While she didn’t get along with Ashton, his
mother was a different story. Olivia had been Nikki’s mentor when she
joined the Women’s League in college. From day one they had bonded
and continued to share a special relationship throughout the years.

Nikki glanced around the wide expanse of the open terrain, only to

puff out a frustrated breath seconds later. There were people everywhere.
She narrowed her eyes and focused on a tiny blob in the distance. She
would start there. With jerky movements, she turned toward the main
house and set off on a hunt for the gentle lady who would at the least
make the rest of the day bearable.

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Chapter Two

“Damn!” Nikki cursed under her breath as she rubbed furiously at

her cream colored, cashmere dress. She knew she never should have taken
that second glass of wine. On the walk to the house, she’d managed to
spill some of it on her dress, and now the angry crimson stain wouldn’t
come out.

She chanced a glance around Ashton’s childhood bedroom. With

the two bathrooms available to guests in use, she’d rushed upstairs and
ducked inside because it had been the only unlocked room which she
knew had a bathroom. She often used Ashton’s room when she visited, so
she knew neither Olivia nor Ashton would mind.

“Oh, what the hell,” she exclaimed and stripped out of her dress.

“Nobody should be coming up here anyway.”

She balled her soiled dress in her hand and headed to the

connecting bathroom.

She stopped when she heard a faint noise behind her, causing the

hair on the back of her neck to stand up.

“Ahh!” A startled scream ripped past her lips when she turned to

find Ashton standing in the open doorway.

“What are you doing in here?” he asked, his eyes filled with

suspicion.

Nikki bristled under his scrutiny. “What does it look like I’m

doing?” she shrieked as she dragged her dress in front of her, angry that
when not on her body it barely covered her. “Get out.”

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Ignoring her command, he stepped inside and closed the door

behind him.

“What are you doing? I said get out.”
His eyes narrowed, and he glanced around the room before

returning his gaze to her face, his jaw clenching tight. “Who’s in here with
you?”

Nikki’s mouth fell open, her eyes wide as saucers. She gripped the

dress tighter to her body and shook her head. “No one.”

He stepped around her and searched under the bed before striding

to the closet to fling the doors wide.

“Ashton, I said no one.” A mixture of anger and shock warred

within her as she stared at his back while he continued to inspect the
room.

“Ashton, I’m serious. No one is in here but me.”
He moved his search on to the bathroom.
What the hell was wrong with him?
He ended his search in the bathroom and twisted around to fix his

gaze upon her. Nikki gulped in a breath as she stood there, half naked.
Confusion swept through her as she raised her eyes to meet his, which
now blazed with anger...and something else?

“I saw your heavy metal gigolo come in here.”
She shook her head. “In this room or the house? I swear to you, no

one but me has been in here—at least not with me.”

He pinned her with his hard, blue glare, while the muscle in his jaw

twitched. “Then why the hell were you taking off your clothes?”

Nikki reared back at the vehemence in his voice. “Because I spilled

wine on my dress. Take a look,” she added and shot out her hand so he
could see the scarlet stain that had spread across the front of her dress.

Ashton’s eyes narrowed to slits, and he yanked the dress from her

grasp to stare down at the stain.

A startled gasp escaped her lips while she made a valiant attempt

to shield her exposed body with her hands and arms.

“Give me back my dress,” she demanded, although she didn’t dare

stick her hand out for it. She needed every available limb to provide

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coverage.

His gaze snapped up from his detailed inspection of her dress. “Is

he meeting you in here?”

She gave him a puzzled look. “Who? Vick?”
His eyes darkened. “Who else?”
“Of course not. We aren’t together.” She stood there seething as she

stared up at him through hooded eyes. “What is wrong with you,
Ashton?” She had never seen him like this. He was usually cool and
poised. The anger that simmered beneath the surface, threatening his
infamous control, was so uncharacteristic of him.

“I saw him enter the house after you.”
She crinkled her forehead and frowned. “Well, he wasn’t looking

for me.” Although she knew he was looking for someone.

Nikki’s eyes widened when Ashton began to close in on her,

edging his large frame into her personal space. As if on cue, her body
hummed to life. Needing to distance herself, she moved to take a slight
step backwards, but her heel caught in a groove within the carpet, causing
her to stumble. His hand shot out to grasp her arm, steadying her.

Their gazes locked.
“Don’t lie to me, Nikki,” he said softly, although his eyes still

shimmered with anger.

She huffed out a frustrated breath. “Are we still on this Vick thing?

I told you, he wasn’t coming here for me.” She scowled up at him when
she tried to jerk her arm from his grasp and he didn’t release her.
“Besides, even if he was coming for me, I fail to see how that is any of
your business.”

Oh Shit. Apparently that had been the wrong thing to say.
His face twisted in a mask of fury. “This is my home—”
“This is your parents’ home.”
He raised his eyebrows at her. “But this is my actual room. Besides,

my parents would not be any more pleased than I if they found you up in
here screwing Axel Rose.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that I was not coming up

here to fuck Vick?”

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He shrugged. “So you say.”
Nikki glared up at him. “I—”
“I don’t know what you see in him,” he continued, as if she hadn’t

spoken. He met her angry gaze. “He’s a walking cock who fucks anything
that moves. Don’t you think you deserve better?”

She reared back as if he’d slapped her. Not this again. As usual,

Ashton always found fault with her choice of men. It had all come to a
head when they’d gotten into a heated shouting match at a family picnic
three months ago. It had all been over how she picked men that he
considered unworthy of her, claiming that she did it because she didn’t
believe she deserved a decent man. She had blasted him for his snobbery.
Olivia had been forced to break them up, leaving Nikki embarrassed by
the scene they’d made.

No, take that back—the scene she’d made. With typical Ashton

aplomb, he remained cool and unruffled while she, on the other hand, had
exploded like an atomic bomb. She’d avoided him ever since. She’d been
trying to avoid him today as well, but it would seem the fates didn’t
believe she deserved any kindness. She kept running into him.

“Let go of me so I can get dressed.” And so I can get away from you.
“These guys are all jerks and losers. I mean, what is it that appeals

to you?”

She stiffened at the deprecation she heard in his voice. A chill

settled over her. She was so tired of doing this with him. He used her taste
in men as the perfect foil. They’d spent years dancing around his real
problem with her, but today it seemed that they were going to get to the
bottom of why he hated her, and she welcomed it. Maybe once he said his
peace, he would finally leave her alone.

“Go ahead and say it, Ashton. You’ve been dying to for years.”
A puzzled look crossed his face. “What—”
“Just say it. Admit it. You can’t stand my relationship with Olivia.”

Her body trembled with anger as she shouted at him. He made her face
her greatest insecurity—that she would never grow comfortable with the
new life she’d built. That she would always be awkward in her own skin.
She couldn’t go back to her old life, but she didn’t quite belong in the one

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she now had either. Ashton was the living, breathing embodiment of what
her new life represented. When she was around him, she felt the
differences between them so strongly. Even though he wasn’t to blame for
her own insecurities, she still resented him for who he was.

“You’ve always hated that we were so close because you think I am

an embarrassment to both her and you—your entire family even. Admit
it. You’re embarrassed by me.”

He shook his head, his face incredulous. “That—”
“You hate what I represent. And you hate the men that I choose

because you consider them a direct reflection of me.”

He stared down at her as if she were insane. “No. I hate the men

you choose because they are not a reflection of you.”

“Well, I am attracted to who I’m attracted to, so let it go,” she said,

her tone belligerent. “You’re not my father, so you don’t get to voice your
opinion about the men I date.”

His nostrils flared. “I fail to see what attracts you to these idiots.

These are not good guys, Nikki.”

She curled her lips into a mocking smile. “Good?” Her voice

dripped with sarcasm as she said the word. She shook her head. “I don’t
do good guys, Ashton. There is nothing about a good, safe, straight‐laced,
uptight, preppy guy that appeals to me. Nothing.” She glanced down,
noting he still held her arm. She shot him a pointed glare. “Let go of me.”

He stiffened as if her words had just registered in his brain. “What

do you mean by that?”

Nikki ignored the menace she heard in his voice and sidestepped

the question she knew he was asking. “Let me go so I can get dressed
should be pretty clear—”

“You think I’m good, don’t you? You think I am all those things—

what did you say? Ah, yes—safe, straight‐laced, uptight, preppy. That’s
me.” His eyes narrowed to angry slits. “You think?”

She stilled when she heard the subtle challenge in his question. The

temperature in the room seemed to plunge in a matter of seconds as
Ashton’s gaze raked over her. She shivered as wariness settled into her
gut.

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Desire burned in the depths of his gaze as it leisurely swept over

her bared body. Her body trembled. She dragged in a shaky breath, trying
to still the fluttering beat of her heart. Something inside him had changed
in the span of moments, and it both terrified and excited her.

A wicked smile lifted the corners of his mouth. “You have no idea

what type of man I really am, because if you did you would—”

She barely registered that he’d dropped her dress until he lifted his

now free hand to trace the outline of her bottom lip with his thumb. Her
nipples hardened to stiff peaks, and her warm juices seeped out of her
pussy. She stifled a moan as he continued to stroke her mouth.

“I w—would w—what?” she managed to stammer out when he

didn’t finish. “If I knew what kind of man you really were, I would
what?” she repeated, proud that she didn’t sound like an idiot this time.

His fingers skimmed across her cheek and settled beneath her chin,

tilting her head back.

Embers of desire flickered in the depths of his blue eyes, and a lazy

smile spread across his face as he held her gaze. He lowered his head but
stopped within inches of her face, letting his lips hover above her mouth
as if he were teasing her.

“You would run,” he whispered before he captured her mouth

with his lips in a searing kiss.

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Chapter Three

The second their lips touched, sharp jolts of electricity pulsed

through her. Nikki’s eyes drifted shut when Ashton’s tongue swept inside
her mouth, teasing her, coaxing her. She moaned against his lips as her
body went up in flames. Her pussy throbbed from the inside out as cunt
juices dampened the skimpy thong between her legs.

Skimming one hand across her chin and up her face, he tangled it

in her hair and clutched the back of her head, while the other inched up
her hip to encircle her waist. He dragged her into his embrace and
deepened the kiss, his mouth claiming hers with possessive strokes of his
tongue.

He branded her with his lips, his hands, his body. Molding her

body to his, she lifted her arms to wrap around his neck, and savored the
outline of his stiff, hard cock as it pressed into her belly.

She sucked in a breath when Ashton’s hand relaxed against her

head, dipped lower to caress her neck, stroke her back, and settled at the
clasp of her bra. In one fluid motion, he unsnapped the hooks and
dragged it down her arms.

Shucking it aside, he stood there staring at her breasts, worshipping

them with his gaze.

Under his intense scrutiny, she felt herself grow self‐conscious.

Wrapping her arms around her chest, she struggled to cover her large
breasts.

“Do not hide yourself from me.” Ashton ripped her arms apart,

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causing her tits to spill forth once again. “You are too lovely to cover
yourself.”

Embarrassed, she gulped and averted her gaze.
“Nikki, you know this, right?” He asked gently, and the deep

baritone of his voice washed over her.

She couldn’t meet his gaze to answer his question. Lovely? No. Her

breasts were too large, saggy even. Her hips were too wide, her ass and
thighs too big, and her legs were too short. Although her stomach was not
flat, she was pleased that all the hours she spent in the gym kept it toned
at least. No, lovely she was not, but with some Spanxx she could achieve
the appearance of a nice, hourglass figure.

“I asked you a question.”
Her gaze snapped to his face. She stifled a gasp at the desire that

churned in the depths of his eyes.

“I—I’m all right,” she whispered.
His expression hardened. “Is that how your jerks for boyfriends

describe you—as all right?”

She lowered her gaze, unable to admit that her boyfriends really

never complimented her. Well, a few did, when she was dressed up, but
even then it was to say she looked nice.

She winced when a string of curses erupted from Ashton. She met

his gaze and stilled, her mouth falling open. The rage and desire that
danced in his stormy blue eyes shocked her.

“You’re beautiful, Nikki. All of you.” He groaned as he lifted his

hands to cup her full breasts close together. With slow, massaging strokes,
he kneaded her soft, lush breasts in his large hands, gently rubbing her
nipples between his fingers as he coaxed them to stiffened peaks. She
shivered at the contrast of their skin tones; the pale skin of his hands
seemed to glow against her rich, chocolate flesh.

She drew in a sharp breath when he lowered his head and greedily

sucked on one nipple then moving to the other. Back and forth he sucked,
licked, and stroked her. Sometimes he nipped them, causing tingles of
pleasure to shoot straight to her dripping wet pussy.

She dropped her head back as the intense pleasure overwhelmed

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her.

“Ashton,” she cried out while her fingers tangled in his hair and

clutched the back of his head.

He released the nipple that he’d been sucking on with a slight

popping noise. She glanced down at him for just a moment. Unable to
hold his penetrating stare, she dragged her gaze away from him to chance
a quick peek at her breasts that now glistened with moisture.

Lowering his head, he pressed soft kisses into her stomach as he

slipped down to his knees. With deliberate movements, he rained
butterfly kisses across her belly before moving down her thighs to kiss
and lick her smooth skin.

Her breath caught in her chest when his hand plunged inside the

band of her thong. Of their own volition, her legs parted.

A grin spread across Ashton’s face. Grasping her hips, he slipped

his fingers under the elastic and, with achingly slow movements, pulled
down her satiny black thong.

She stepped out of her panties, and Ashton gathered the strip of

fabric in his fist and tossed it aside.

A tortured moan escaped his lips when he settled his gaze upon

her shaved pussy. He lifted one trembling hand to caresses the smooth
flesh.

“Jesus, Nikki. You’re killing me,” he rasped and leaned in to press

gentle kisses against her mound before sliding his tongue across her
sensitive skin.

She sucked in a deep breath as heat surged down her spine. Heavy

with lust, her eyelids fell shut.

Moments later, her eyes snapped open. “Ohh...”
Ashton slipped his tongue between the wet folds of her cunt.
“Oh, God.” Nikki moaned, and her head rolled backwards, causing

her back to arch. “God, Ashton. Please. Please.” she begged when he
flicked her clit with his tongue. Back and forth he teased the tiny nub until
he seized it between his lips and sucked hard.

She hissed at the sensations as more juice flooded her pussy. Her

legs shook when Ashton parted the wet folds of her pussy and pushed his

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tongue inside of her. She screamed.

Stroking in and out of her tight, wet cunt, he fucked her with his

tongue. She glanced down at him, and the sight of him on his knees
between her legs, his head back and his tongue sliding inside her pussy,
almost made her climax right then.

“Yes, Ashton,” Nikki cried. She was so close.
“Mmm,” Ashton moaned against her pussy as his tongue lapped at

her juices.

Tears gathered in the backs of her eyes when Ashton began to

rotate his tongue inside of her while his thumb and forefinger pinched her
clit and gently tugged.

She couldn’t take it any more. She stiffened as heat shot down her

spine. Tiny explosions erupted inside of her.

“Yes, Ashton. Oh, God, Ashton... Yes....” Her pussy pulsed and

quivered moments before her cum flooded his mouth. She sucked in a
sharp breath and threw her head back. Her eyes clenched shut, and her
nails dug into his scalp. No sound escaped her lips as her body shuddered
from the force of her climax. Unable to hold herself up any longer, her
boneless legs gave out, and she collapsed into Ashton’s arms. With the
utmost gentleness, he laid her down upon the floor.

Nikki’s chest rose and fell sharply as she struggled to drag in a

deep breath.

She smiled when Ashton leaned over her to press a gentle kiss

against her lips. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she deepened the kiss,
savoring the taste of herself on his lips.

When he pulled back from their kiss, she allowed her gaze to roam

over every inch of his body. She frowned at the sight of him. “You’re still
fully clothed.”

A sexy smile spread across his face. “Then we will have to change

that,” he murmured and reached up to loosen his tie.

Impatient for him to hurry, she wrenched off the tie, unbuttoned

his dress shirt, and helped him shrug out of it. She reached to unsnap his
pants and pulled down the zipper. In one fluid motion, Ashton jumped to
his feet, shrugged out of his khakis and boxers and kicked them aside.

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She stared up at him, letting her brazen gaze travel the length of his

body. Her heart thumped wildly in her chest. She’d always known he had
a nice physique, but he was breathtaking in the nude. His broad chest was
sprinkled with light, blond hairs and bunched with large muscles.
Dipping lower, she let her gaze drink in the sight of his chiseled abs that
rippled and flexed. She licked her lips as she traced the length of his taut,
corded arms.

She stifled a breathless pant when her gaze traveled lower to feast

upon his stiff cock. He was huge. His dick stood out thick and long as it
sprung from its nest of coarse, tawny curls. The thick, mushroom head
already glistened with pre‐cum, and he seemed to swell right before her
eyes. “Here. Stand up,” he said and reached his hand down to her.

She shot him a puzzled look but gave him her hand anyway,

allowing him to help her to her feet.

He lifted her into his arms. “Our first time together is not going to

be on the floor.”

She nodded and ducked her head so he didn’t see the flicker of

embarrassment that crossed her face. She was touched. She couldn’t think
of one man that she’d been with in the past that would care where they
made love to her for the first time. Maybe he had a point after all. These
so‐called bad boys that she liked...maybe they were jerks.

Ashton tenderly held her in his strong embrace before laying her

down on the bed. He stooped back down and plucked his tie from the
floor.

Her eyes widened when he crawled atop the bed and straddled her

chest, holding the tie within his tight fist.

“Lift your arms above your head,” he commanded. His voice was

low, but his tone was firm.

She hesitated and blinked furiously as she stared up at him in

confusion.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.
She nodded. She did. She’d known him for over twelve years, but it

was more than that. She truly did trust him.

She lifted her arms and lay there while Ashton leaned over her to

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secure her wrists to the headboard. When he was done, she tested the
knot. It was secure, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, and she was pretty
certain that if she yanked and twisted hard enough she could free herself.

He grasped her chin within his hand and held her gaze, his eyes

now serious. “Nikki, no matter what I do or command you to do, you
have to trust that I would never hurt you or do anything to humiliate
you.”

“I do,” she said and nodded her head, giving him a tentative smile.

She didn’t know how, but she knew he’d never do anything she didn’t
want him to.

Leaning forward, he placed a quick kiss against her lips. He sat

back, wrapped his fingers around his stiff cock, then edged up her body
toward her face. He stopped when his cock was within inches of her
mouth.

Holding her gaze, he surged forward to rest the tip of his cock

against her lips.

“Open your mouth and suck my cock,” he commanded in a low

voice.

Nikki’s gaze never left him as she obeyed his order and parted her

lips. Ashton thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock into her mouth.

He stiffened as soon as the head disappeared between her lips.
“Shit,” he groaned as his eyes clenched shut and the muscles in his

neck corded tight.

He rocked his hips back and forth with a lazy rhythm, letting his

cock stroke into her mouth on short, shallow thrusts.

As if not quite satisfied with the position, he gripped the back of

her head and held her face at an angle so he could plow deeper into her
mouth.

A hoarse groan escaped his lips as his hips jerked forward and,

with gentle movements, fucked her mouth.

Nikki moaned on each thrust, taking him deeper and deeper, as far

as she could.

“That’s it, baby. Suck my cock,” he whispered as he stared down at

her from hooded eyes that burned with molten heat.

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She closed her eyes so she could savor the feel of his large cock

filling up her mouth. The head grazed the back of her throat, and the salty
taste of his pre‐ejaculate lingered on her tongue. She moaned against him,
causing tiny vibrations to slide over the sensitive skin of his penis. A small
thrill of delight burst inside of her when she felt his powerful body
shudder.

“Yes, Nikki. Fuck me with your mouth. Fuck me,” Ashton shouted

when she wrapped her lips tighter around his cock and sucked hard,
taking him deep.

With teasing flicks, she swirled her tongue around the thick length

of his dick, and on each back stroke she dipped her tongue into the slit at
the head, taunting him.

“Shit, Nikki...” His fingers dug deeper into her scalp, and his ass

clenched tight, propelling his cock deeper and faster into her mouth.”

Her lips began to chafe under the brutal thrusts, but she refused to

stop. Instead, she opened her mouth wider to keep pace with his deep
strokes

“Yes, Nikki. Suck my cock. Take him down your throat.”
Her eyes shot open when his strokes grew frenzied. His control

was slipping. Struggling to keep up with his powerful thrusts, she worked
her lips and tongue over, around, and across his cock.

Ashton stiffened and yanked away from her lips. She stared at his

cock, glistening wet from her saliva, as he gripped the base tight in his fist.
Then she shifted her gaze up to his face. His head hung back, and his eyes
were clenched. His chest heaved as his breath came in short pants.

“I—I want to come inside you this first time,” he said on short

gusts of breath. “But you have such a talented mouth it was hard to
remember to pull out.”

A small smile lifted her lips, but she said nothing. She remained

speechless as he angled his body to stretch out atop her. The length of his
large frame covered her smaller one. The feel of him pressing her into the
bed ignited the inferno inside of her, and her pussy ached and throbbed
once again. Sucking his cock had aroused her, leaving her wet and waiting
for him to do just as he’d claimed—come inside of her.

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Settling between her thighs, he lifted her legs and hooked his arms

behind her knees, spreading her wide.

“Are you okay?” he murmured when he positioned himself

between her legs, poised at her tight, wet entrance.

She gave an eager nod. If her hands had been free, she would have

dragged him inside of her, but she had to wait. She was at his mercy.

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Chapter Four

Ashton plunged into her on a low, deep growl, and his fingers dug

deeper into the tender skin along her thighs.

“Ohh,” Nikki cried out and arched her back as her nails burrowed

into the soft flesh of her clenched palms.

“God. You’re so tight.” His hips rocking back and forth as he

pumped his cock into her.

Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back against the soft pillow

beneath her. Having already climaxed once, her juicy pussy dripped wet,
and the sounds of her cunt suctioning his cock echoed off the walls of the
room.

Ashton shifted upwards and pushed her knees into the bed to rest

on either side of her head. She gasped as his cock plunged deeper into her
pussy, brushing against her sensitive G‐spot on each hard thrust.

He stopped, his eyes filled with concern. “Am I hurting you? Is it

too hard?” Slight tremors rocked his powerful frame while he struggled to
hold himself still, his expression one of pure agony.

She shook her head. “No. No, Ashton. Fuck me.” She surged her

hips forward to take him deeper inside her.

“Oh shit, Nikki.” Beads of sweat popped out all over his skin and

trickled down his forehead, along his neck, across the muscular planes of
his broad chest. Nikki moaned at the sight, aching to rip her hands free so
that she could caress his hot, damp flesh.

“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me,” she babbled over and over when he

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changed his rhythm to slam his cock into her.

He took her hard. The bed banged against the wall while he

pounded into her cunt with merciless strokes.

“Shit, you have good pussy,” he whispered, fucking her harder.

Over and over he rode her body, mounting her with deep, rigid, stabbing
strokes.

Tears trickled down her cheeks. She’d never been fucked so good.

Her pussy spasmed around his thick cock, trying to coax it to give up its
seed.

Ashton groaned again. Surging forward, he rotated his hips, and

his balls slapped against her ass.

The circular strokes of his cock inside of her were all she needed to

send her over the edge. She squeezed her eyes shut, overwhelmed by the
thrilling sensations washing over her, and tensed. Her body erupted into
uncontrollable convulsions.

“Ashton. Ashton. Yesss.” She bucked beneath him, her hips jerking

off the bed to meet his brutal strokes as her pussy gripped his cock like a
tight fist.

“That’s it. Give me that pretty pussy. Come all over my cock.” He

moaned as he pounded into her and branded her with his cock as if he
were claiming her pussy as his own.

Convulsions continued to rack her as cum poured from her already

dripping cunt.

The muscles in his taut ass flexed when he drove his cock into her

one final time and stiffened. “Ahh... Yes, Nikki,” he roared as his cock
erupted inside of her to shoot hot jets of cum into her womb and bathe the
walls of her cunt.

He collapsed atop her. As if realizing how heavy he was, he eased

out of her and rolled to the space beside her body. His breath kept coming
in short pants while he rested next to her. Still bound, she stared at the
ceiling, her own breathing labored. For several moments they lay there in
silence, both struggling to drag in even breaths.

Ashton was the first to recover. Turning over, he propped himself

up on one elbow. At the faint touch of his fingertips caressing her face, she

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turned her head to meet his gaze.

“That was amazing,” he whispered, a tone of awe in his voice as he

smiled down at her.

She couldn’t have said it better. Not sure if she could form a

coherent sentence, she returned his smile and nodded.

“Turn over.”
She stared at him with a puzzled frown. “What?”
“I said, turn over.”
She nodded and, with his help, rolled over onto her stomach, the

slack length of the tie twisting with her.

“Get on your knees.”
She turned her head and glanced over her shoulder to shoot him a

questioning look, but she obeyed. Her flesh tingled with the anticipation
of being bent over in such a vulnerable position—her ass high in the air,
with her wet pussy splayed before him.

“Ouch,” Nikki yelped when sharp needles of pain shot down her

spine. “What the hell was that for?” She glared at him from over her
shoulder.

His face remained stoic while he rubbed his hand over the spot

where he’d just delivered a hard slap. She held her breath, waiting for him
to speak. She thought he never would as he caressed her ass and his eyes
fixated on the fleshy globes.

He lifted his gaze to meet hers., “You said you trusted me.” One

eyebrow arched. “But how far are you willing to go?”

She shook her head. “I don’t understand—”
“I can give you pleasure, Nikki, but you have to trust me even

when you think you shouldn’t.”

Her eyes narrowed. There was something about his words, the way

he said them, how he said them. His expression was one of... She let out a
sharp gasp.

She understood who he was. What he was.
His lips curved up into a small smile. “You understand now, don’t

you, sweet Nikki?

She gulped. What the hell had she gotten herself into?

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She battled the war that raged inside her.
“You don’t have to do this.”
But she wanted to. She wanted Ashton to demand something from

her that she’d never known she wanted to give.

Dragging in a deep breath, she nodded her head. “I trust you,

Ashton,” she whispered, her expression serious, although she knew her
eyes reflected some hesitation.

His smile grew wider as he caressed her ass. “It’s okay. This time

we’ll take it slow. I will ease you in.”

She nodded again, wondering what he meant by that. Did he want

there to be another time? The thought shocked her. She hadn’t even
considered it. And yet, she wanted another moment with him, too. She
wanted to know what it would be like to fully give herself over to him.

“Ow.” All thoughts ceased when another stinging slap connected

with the soft skin of her buttocks.

“Turn around. You are not allowed to watch me spank your

gorgeous ass.”

Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open, but she obeyed. She

whipped her head back around and braced herself for his next blow. She
didn’t have to wait long.

“Oooh.” She arched her spine. Shit. It hurt like hell.
He continued to strike her ass, delivering several more stinging

blows.

She squeezed her eyes shut and lowered her head. Her ass bounced

and jiggled beneath his hand as he continued to slap the full mounds.

Nikki cried out, and her eyes flew open, when Ashton stopped the

assault on her ass to shove his cock into her wet pussy. When had she
become aroused? Certainly not from having her ass bruised. But if she
had, then what did that make her?

She shook the confusing thoughts aside and focused solely on his

thick cock filling her up, stuffing her pussy full.

“Oh yes, Nikki,” he said as he mounted her hard and drove his

cock into her cunt with deep, stabbing thrusts.

Nikki fell forward against the mattress with her arms extended as

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she lay tied to the headboard. With her ass raised high in the air, she felt
him hoist his hips up to drill her from behind.

Nudging her legs wider, he settled between them, then placed his

hands on either side of her head.

“Oh, yes, baby. You don’t know how good your cunt feels wrapped

around my cock.” He pounded into her wet pussy, and his balls slapped
against her tender flesh.

Tiny pricks of pain, courtesy of her spanking, mingled with the dull

pain of being fucked so deep. She didn’t think she could take much more.

“Ashton. I—I...” God, she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted to

give him pleasure. But after their last round, she didn’t think her tender
pussy could handle another rough fucking.

Sensing her discomfort, Ashton stilled, his cock buried balls deep

inside of her. “I know baby,” he panted.

Nikki released a sigh as he pulled his cock from her sore cunt, but

stiffened when he pressed the head of his dick against the pucker of her
anus. “Ashton?”

“Relax baby,” he whispered. Grasping her hips in his hands, he

pressed forward.

“Ohhh.” Her back arched when the head of Ashton’s cock pushed

inside her ass.

He stilled. “Am I hurting you?”
She shook her head. “No. I—It’s just the pressure,” she whispered.
“Relax. You’re going to feel full, but that will pass soon. You have

to trust me. I promise I won’t hurt you.” He pushed forward again to feed
her a little more of his cock. Inch by inch, he eased the thick, hard length
into her ass, stretching her, filling her.

She rocked her hips back. There was an overwhelming feeling of

fullness, but it didn’t hurt.

Gradually, her rectum began to stretch, adjusting to his enormous

size.

He increased his pace then, and his hips surged forward to bury his

cock inside her anus with long, plunging strokes.

“God, Nikki, your ass feels so good squeezing my cock.” He

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groaned as his hips pistoned back and forth, driving his cock into her on
smooth, deep thrusts.

Nikki’s hands balled into tight fists as she threw her hips back at

him to meet his hard strokes.

“That’s right, baby. Give me that ass.” Digging his fingers into the

soft flesh at her hips, he clung to her as his cock pummeled her ass and his
balls bounced against her pussy while he fucked her tight anus.

She whimpered and dug her nails deeper into her palms. She was

so close. She just needed—

“Yes,” Nikki screamed when he reached a hand around her waist to

stroke her clit. “Yes, Ashton. Fuck me. Make me come.”

Pounding his cock into her tight hole, Ashton slammed into her ass,

making her cheeks jiggle while he strummed her clit between his fingers.
“Do it, baby. Come for me. Come over my fingers while I ream your tight
ass.” His hips jerked while he mounted her from behind with animalistic
thrusts.

The tight feel of him inside her combined with the pleasure of his

fingers rhythmically stroking her pussy was just too much for her.
Something inside her shattered, sending her hurtling over the edge into
the abyss.

She screamed long and loud. Throwing her head back, she jerked

against the restraints of his tie as her body trembled from the force of her
climax, sending hot cum seeping from her pussy to slide down her slit.

Ashton rode her ass harder. Ramming his cock into her with a final

flurry of hard thrusts, he came on a shuddering roar and cum exploded
deep into her waiting anus. Still shooting seed, he pulled his dick out of
her and sprayed the warm, sticky ejaculate across her ass.

Exhausted, she fell flat on the bed while he collapsed beside her.
As she struggled to catch her breath, her mind drifted. The things

she had just done with Ashton, she had never done, and she had never let
anyone do to her. And yet, with Ashton, there had been no hesitation, no
reservations. She wondered if it was because she’d known him for so long.
She abandoned that thought. She’d known other men for just as long, but
she hadn’t begged them to fuck her until her pussy was raw. She closed

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her eyes and let out a weary sigh. She didn’t even like Ashton. But then
who in their right mind lets a man she can’t stand fuck her every which
way ’til sunrise?

“Shit.”
“Mmm,” Ashton grumbled into the pillow before he turned his

head to look at her. “What is it?”

“How long have we been in here?”
Ashton’s eyes widened. “Shit.”
He reached over to untie her wrists, made quick work of her

restraints, and bounced off the bed.

“I am supposed to introduce you—”
“So that I can present the service award.”
“Shit,” they cursed in unison.
She jumped off the bed. “Do you think they’re looking for us?”
She blanched under his quelling look. They meant Ashton’s mother,

and they both knew that she was definitely looking for them.

“Oh, this is a nightmare,” Nikki cried with rising panic as she

looked for her dress. Her dress. Spinning around, she frantically searched.

“Nikki, what’s wrong?”
“I can’t go out there like this. My dress is ruined. A...and I need a

shower.”

Their gazes clashed before they slid over each other’s naked forms.

Nikki’s pussy was swollen and puffy. Some of their combined juices had
dried on her legs while most of it still seeped from her hole. Not to
mention the semen that he’d left on her ass. She was a mess.

While Ashton wasn’t quite as bad, he still wasn’t presentable. His

hair was plastered to his forehead, sweat glistened over his entire body,
and the scent of their combined cum clung to him like a heavy musk.

“We’re a mess,” she said. “We have to take showers.”
He dragged a hand across his face and nodded in agreement.

“She’s going to catch us if we take too long.”

“Then we have to hurry,” she said, already heading toward the

door.

She stopped when Ashton didn’t follow her into the bathroom,

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instead throwing open his closet. “What are you doing?”

“Finding you another dress. Mother keeps some of your clothes in

my closet just in case you forget something when you stay over.”

Her eyes closed for just a second, and she let out a sigh of relief.

“You’re right. How did I forget that?”

On bare feet, she padded over to the closet and stood beside him,

searching for another outfit. “Thank you for remembering. I would have
never even thought to look in here,” she said absently. After several
moments, her hand settled on a dress of similar color to the one she’d
been wearing, although the material was linen and not cashmere. It would
have to do.

Glancing down at her choice, Ashton nodded. “That’s close

enough. Go ahead and get in the shower.” He nodded his head toward the
door then returned his gaze to the closet and murmured, “I need to find
something for myself.”

“Right. I’ll be quick.” She tossed the dress over a nearby chair and

raced to the shower.

Olivia was a shrewd woman. Even with new clothes and freshly

groomed appearances, she doubted they would fool her. Then again, if
they hid from her and missed the presentation, they would most certainly
incur Olivia’s wrath, which was not an option.

Still, fucking all day in his bedroom until someone—or worse yet,

Olivia—discovered them wasn’t a preferable alternative either. Nikki just
hoped that if they could make it to the presentation on time, Olivia
wouldn’t ask too many questions.

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Chapter Five

“What are you doing?” Nikki shrieked in surprise.
Nuzzling her neck, Ashton threaded his arms under her own to cup

her soapy, wet breasts while he pressed his hard cock into the small of her
back.

“Did you think I was just going to let you shower without me?” he

murmured against her ear.

“We can’t,” she argued in a breathless whisper. “You’re supposed

to be introducing me in ten minutes. We don’t have time.” Yeah. She
sounded very convincing.

“Then we’ll have to be quick, hmm?” Kissing the hollow space

between her shoulder and her neck, he continued to knead her breasts,
teasing the nipples into tiny, hardened pebbles.

She sucked in a breath. “Ashton, we’re going to get caught,” she

protested, still trying to reason with him.

He spun her around and forced her against the wall, sending mild

tingles creeping down her spine as the slippery, wet tiles cooled the
heated flesh of her back.

“I don’t care,” he whispered. With deft movements, he pried the

bar of soap from her hand and lathered her shoulders, breasts and
stomach. She let out a sharp hiss as he worked his soapy hands all over
the tingling flesh of her body.

Curling her lips into a naughty smile, she plucked the bar from his

hands to trace a slippery trail of soap from his neck all the way down to

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his stiff erection. Two could play at that game. With unhurried strokes,
she coated his cock in suds and placed the soap aside. Wrapping her hand
around his cock, she pumped gently, enjoying the smoothness of his hard
length beneath her fingers.

“Nikki,” Ashton croaked when she slipped her thumb into the

small cleft at the head of his dick. Her smile grew wider when she felt him
shudder.

With one last, teasing touch, she slid her finger through the slit

before she placed her palms against his abs and ran her hands up his
body. Bracing her palms against his chest, she backed him under the
shower head. As the water trickled down his body, she stroked her hands
across his skin, under the pretense of washing him off.

“Nikki, stop,” he said on a strangled moan when she dipped one

hand lower to slide between his legs and cup his balls. She massaged him
in her palm with rhythmic movements.

She gasped in surprise when his hand shot out and clamped

around her wrist. “What are you doing? I’m not done—”

“Oh, you’re done,” he said with a wry grin on his face.
She opened her mouth to protest, but closed it when he released

her wrist to seize her waist in his hands and lift her into the air so her feet
dangled inches from the bottom of the tub.

“Wrap your legs around my waist.”
She complied as he reached around to cup her ass so he could press

her against the shower wall.

Gripping his shoulders for leverage, she crossed her ankles behind

his back.

“This is going to have to be quick, baby.” He thrust his hips

forward and impaled her on his cock in one deep, long stroke.

Nikki moaned and dug her nails into his shoulders.
He pinned her against the wall, his pace frantic as he pounded his

into her with rough, shallow strokes.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and her hands tangled in

his hair. Their bodies were fused together; the only space between them
was when he withdrew from her before he plowed back into her wet core.

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She squeezed her eyes shut and clung to him. Already, she could feel her
orgasm building. In this position, with her legs spread wide, he easily
brushed against her clit with each down stroke.

“Fuck, Nikki. You’re so hot, so wet. Please tell me you’re close. I

don’t think I can hold back much longer.” He panted against her neck, his
jaw clenching as he slammed into her.

She turned her head and moaned into his neck. As he held her

wide open, imprisoned against the wall, she was powerless against the
onslaught of his thrusts. She couldn’t move. She simply waited,
suspended on his cock while he impaled her over and over again. Spread
wide before him, he held her there as little more than a receptacle for his
lust—his seed. In this position she felt used, and it secretly thrilled her.

“Jesus, Nikki, I’m coming. I’m sorry, baby. I just can’t hold back.”

He shoved his cock into her one final time.

The bursting of his cock inside her pussy triggered her own

orgasm. She clung to him, and a hoarse cry of completion tore past her
lips as her climax roared through her body, and her cunt clenched around
his cock.

“That’s right, Nikki. Milk my cock with your tight pussy.” He

poured his seed deep into her cunt, shooting load after load of hot cum
into her womb.

Breathing heavily, they remained locked against the wall for

several minutes. Ashton finally pulled back, his cock slipping from her
tender pussy.

With sluggish movements, she slid her legs from around his waist.

She winced when he helped her lower her feet to the floor of the tub.

“Are you all right?” he questioned with eyes full of concern.
She grinned up at him. “Never been better. It’s just a slight cramp

from the position. It will go away in a second.” She reached for the soap to
rewash her body.

She lifted up on her toes and placed a quick, reassuring peck

against his lips when she saw his worried frown, and then she resumed
her task of trying to cleanse herself from yet another round of their intense
lovemaking. “Come on. We need to hurry.”

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“I would much rather stay here and make love to you again,” he

complained as he reached for her in an attempt to drag her into his arms.

She dodged him. “You need to get out since you can’t behave,” she

chided. “Now, Ashton,” she shouted when she was forced to duck his
groping hands once again.

“Fine, but you owe me, and I do intend to collect,” he murmured

and stepped out of the tub.

Tiny flutters of anticipation danced in the pit of her stomach as she

stared after him. She was counting on that.

* * * * *

“Mother.”
“Olivia.”
Shit.
They had just closed the bedroom door behind them when they all

but stumbled over Olivia.

Dressed in a classic black Chanel suit and matching pumps, the

elegant and regal older woman glanced back and forth between Ashton
and Nikki. One eyebrow lifted as she slid her probing gaze over them.

“Hello, dears. Everyone is waiting for you.”
“Yes, well, we were just on our way, Mother,” Ashton said as he

moved to step around her but was forced to stop when she intercepted
him.

“You two changed,” she said as more of a statement than a

question.

Nikki’s gaze clashed with Olivia’s. Shit. The knowing twinkle in the

woman’s blue gaze, so much like Ashton’s, told her they’d been caught.

“Um, we had an accident,” she murmured weakly and dropped her

gaze to the floor, unable to lie outright to Olivia’s face.

“Yes, well, I was up here earlier, and it sounded like quite a

vigorous accident. I hope you both are all right,” she said dryly and spun
on her three‐inch heels to head back downstairs.

“Come along, dears.”

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“I told you to hurry up. She caught us,” Nikki whispered as she

shot Ashton a heated look and stomped off behind Olivia, furious with
him all over again when she heard him erupt into fits of laughter behind
her.

* * * * *

Nikki’s heels clicked noisily against the smooth, marble floor as

she walked at a brisk pace through the main level of the house. She
dragged in a long, deep breath.

Today had been quite a day.
Every time she thought about the explosive interlude she’d shared

with Ashton just upstairs, her lips would lift into a naughty smile. The sex
had been amazing, exhilarating. She never would have expected Ashton
to be such an imaginative, passionate lover. He was just so—so goody
goody. Her smile grew wider. But then again, maybe not.

She hadn’t seen him since she’d concluded her presentation of the

award because he’d been whisked off by his boss, Mayor Cummings, to
play a round of poker.

Before he left with his boss, he’d leaned into her and rested his

hand against her hip. The intimate gesture had not been lost on her.

“I want to talk to you before you leave this evening,” he’d

whispered in her ear.

She’d held his earnest gaze and promised, “I’ll be here.”
Seemingly satisfied with her reply, he gave her his most dazzling

smile and took off.

The last she’d seen of him, he’d been losing a hell of a lot of money

to the conniving mayor.

She didn’t want to leave without speaking with him, but she

figured it was probably for the best that she did. Sleeping with Ashton
had left her more than a little confused, and now she needed some time to
sort things out. He had stirred up feelings inside her she’d never known
were there. She’d never expected to have such a strong, all‐consuming
attraction to him.

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“What have you done?” she asked herself as she ran a frustrated

hand through her hair.

They shared an explosive physical attraction to each other, but

beyond that they had little in common.

She pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head in disgust.
“This is a recipe for disaster,” she muttered under her breath.

Sleeping with Ashton was a complication she didn’t need, especially given
her relationship with Olivia. They had no future together and, as soon as
the novelty of the sex wore off, she would end up holding the short end of
the stick.

As soon as she found him, she would tell him that what happened

earlier was a mistake and couldn’t happen again. She lifted her lips into a
sardonic smile. If only she believed that she could in fact keep her word.

Pushing her thoughts of Ashton aside for the moment, she returned

her concentration to the reason why she’d entered the main house in the
first place—Vick. He was her ride home.

She stopped short and darted her gaze down the long corridors on

either side of her.

She scowled. “Where the hell are you, Vick?” There were very few

guests still outside, so he had to be in the house. She knew he hadn’t left.
Nikki started to walk down one corridor when she heard the distinct
sound of masculine voices coming from the other side.

Curious, she turned toward the sound and followed it until she

came to one of the sitting rooms used for entertaining.

Her eyebrows lifted when she recognized the voices. Ashton and

Vick?

She’d been hoping to find one or the other, but not them both.
She paused at the doorway and stood off to the side so they

couldn’t see her. Although, from her angle, she could see them while she
listened in on their conversation.

“Hey, buddy. You seen Nikki?”
Nikki watched Ashton’s jaw set into a stubborn line. “I’m not your

buddy,” he said stiffly as he folded his arms across his chest.

Vick shrugged, unaware of the storm brewing just beneath the

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surface within Ashton. “Yeah, whatever, man. I just need to find Nikki.”
Vick titled his lips upwards into a lecherous grin. “She’s looking hot
tonight, you know, man? I’m tryin’ to take her home so that I can fuck her
all night.” He licked his lips.

Nikki’s eyes widened in shock. What the hell was Vick saying?
Ashton’s eyes narrowed to dangerous slits, and the muscles in his

body bunched with tension. “Nikki told me you two weren’t together.”

“We’re not, but we still fuck every now and then.”
“That’s a lie,” Nikki whispered. He was drunk, and now he was

shooting off at the mouth.

Ashton lifted one eyebrow. “Really? So you’re planning to hook up

with her tonight?”

Nikki murmured, “No, don’t say anything stupid, Vick.”
“Yeah. That’s the plan.” He grinned. “So, have you seen her? Cause

I’m horny, you know, man?” He chuckled.

Nikki hung her head. “Ohmigod.”
Ashton cocked his head to the side as he stared down at Vick, his

gaze cold. “No, I haven’t seen her.” He paused then and lifted his
shoulders in a slight shrug. “Well, at least not since I fucked her brains out
three hours ago.”

“What the hell are you doing, Ashton?” she whispered.
Somehow, Ashton’s words pierced the drunken fog of Vick’s brain

because he stiffened, his eyes more alert. He stood there staring at Ashton
as if considering his statement, then he burst into a fit of laughter.

Nikki watched as Ashton’s nostrils flared, the only clue to show the

depth of his mounting fury. For someone who didn’t know Ashton, like
Vick, the telling gesture was lost on him—but not on her.

Vick wagged his finger at Ashton. “That’s really funny, man. No,

seriously. Have you seen Nikki? I’m trying to get outta here.”

Ashton’s gaze hardened. “I just told you when I last saw Nikki.”
Vick’s eyes narrowed to slits. “Well, I don’t believe you, man.

You’re not really Nikki’s type.” He slid his gaze over Ashton, his eyes
burning with hostility.

Ashton stalked toward Vick. Standing toe to toe, Ashton’s face was

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only inches away from Vick’s. Nikki gasped. The two men were pretty
evenly matched in height and weight. If they decided to brawl, the fine
china and crystal delicately positioned around the pristine room didn’t
stand a chance.

“I don’t give a fuck what you believe. And you don’t know shit

about her type, because if you did, you would still be with her.”

Never one to back down from a challenge, Vick stepped into

Ashton.

“Please don’t do this. Please don’t do this,” Nikki murmured to

herself, shaking her head.

“And you think you’re her type? Last time I checked, Nikki didn’t

do the preppy boys.”

“Yeah, well, she did this one,” Ashton said through clenched teeth.
Vick sneered. “But you ain’t goin’ home with her, so obviously you

didn’t do her all that good.”

Nikki’s eyes widened with shock when Ashton smashed his fist

into Vick’s jaw, sending him stumbling backwards.

What the hell was Ashton doing?
Vick held his bruised face, his eyes darkening with fury. Charging

forward, he hunkered down and slammed his shoulder into Ashton’s
stomach. The force of the blow leveled Ashton, and the two men crashed
to the floor, sending a small settee to topple over two Waterford crystal
vases that shattered into tiny pieces upon impact.

Nikki cringed. Olivia was going to shit a cow.
With blinding speed, Ashton tossed Vick off of him, flipped over to

straddle Vick’s chest, then lifted his fist to pummel Vick’s face.

Nikki stared at the two men as they fought it out, shocked by the

fury that burned in Ashton’s gaze. She’d never seen him so out of control.

But she’d seen enough.
Storming into the room, she yelled, “Stop it. Both of you, stop it.”
Nothing.
Ashton continued to beat the living shit out of Vick.
“I said, stop it!” Nikki bellowed.
Two pairs of enraged eyes swung in her direction.

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“What the hell is wrong with you two? Ashton, let him up.”
“Stay out of this, Nikki. I’m not done beating the shit out of this

jerk.”

“Fuck you, man,” Vick said.
“I said, stop it,” Nikki screamed when she saw Ashton raise his fist

high into the air. “I’m serious.”

Letting out a sigh, he lifted off of Vick and stood up, although his

eyes were still filled with murderous intent.

Swinging her gaze to Vick, she asked, “Are you able to drive home,

or do you need a cab?”

Vick’s expression was incredulous as he stumbled to his feet.

“You’re not seriously gonna stay with this yuppie are you?”

Nikki shot out her hand and nudged her palm firmly against

Ashton’s chest when he started to advance toward Vick. Their eyes met
for just an instant. Apparently glimpsing the desperation in her gaze, he
stilled.

“Vick, I just need to know if you’re too drunk to drive—”
“Whatever. I’m outta here. That’s some bullshit if you’re staying

with this—”

“Goodnight, Vick,” she interrupted.
“Yeah, whatever,” he grumbled under his breath and stomped out

of the room.

Nikki cringed again when his boots crunched tiny pieces of broken

crystal beneath his feet.

Jeez‐us. Olivia was going to kill them all.
As soon as Vick disappeared through the door, Nikki rounded on

Ashton and unleashed the full weight of her anger upon him. “What the
hell was that about, huh?”

“I can’t believe you used to date that asshole.”
“That’s not what I asked you. That’s not what this is about,” she

shouted.

“That’s exactly what this is about,” he shot back. “You date these

losers, these jerks, these complete assholes, because you think they’re
macho, you think they’re tough. That they’re real men when they’re

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nothing but a bunch of arrogant dicks. Your sense of manhood is screwed
up.”

She sucked in a sharp breath, startled by the vehemence in his

voice. Her eyes widened when he closed the short distance between them
and clamped his hands around her arms to drag her against his chiseled
body. For a moment, she forgot where she was, but she quickly tamped
down her growing arousal.

While she’d blanked out, Ashton had started speaking. She shook

her head and concentrated on his next words.

“I can’t help the way I grew up, Nikki, but that doesn’t make me

soft or any less of a man. A real man doesn’t fuck anything that walks
when he gets to come home to you every night. A real man tells the
woman he loves that she’s beautiful, that she’s special. He takes her out,
he romances her. He showers her with attention and affection. And a real
man doesn’t get his ass beat by some yuppie. Your so‐called bad‐ass
boyfriend can’t even fight.”

Nikki snorted. Yeah. She’d noticed. But she didn’t care about Vick.

She was more interested in Ashton’s last words. It sounded as if— Her
eyes widened with shock.

“What did you just say?”
His gaze bore into her and his expression turned serious. “You

heard me, and I meant every word.” He paused when she drew in a
shocked breath. His expression turned sympathetic when he obviously
glimpsed the bewilderment on her face.

“I guess I should explain,” he said and ran an anxious hand

through his hair as his lips lifted into a wry smile. “For several years, I sat
back, watching you date these men who weren’t good enough for you. I
thought you’d get tired of being unhappy with that type, that at some
point you would want something different, and maybe you would give
me a chance. When I saw Vick follow you into the house today, I thought
he was going to sleep with you after I’d just caught him with another
guest. I just couldn’t fathom that you would give yourself to a man so
unworthy of you. I guess I kind of lost it.” A sheepish grin lifted his lips.
“And I think today I just got tired of waiting for you to finally notice me.”

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He lifted his hand to stroke her cheek.

“I didn’t know. I never thought you even liked me—that you hated

me even.”

He shook his head, his eyes sincere. “I could never hate you. But I

hated your men. I hated that they got to be with you, wake up next to you
every morning, make love to you every night. But it infuriated me that
they didn’t seem to appreciate what they had. After a while, I began to
hate seeing you with them, knowing they were all wrong for you, and so
at some point I started to take my frustration out on you. I’m sorry about
how I dealt with everything. I was never angry at you. I was angry at
what I saw.”

Nikki’s gaze lingered on his face. The earnest look on his face was

unmistakable. He was interested in her. She’d never even suspected. And
all this time she’d ignored him, thinking he wasn’t tough enough, wild
enough, edgy enough. Well, today he’d proven her wrong. He was more
of a man than any of the macho‐acting, tough‐talking so‐called bad boys
she’d dated. And he was also a far better lover.

“I just want you to give us a chance, Nikki,” he whispered, his blue

eyes sincere. “You know as well as I do that there’s something here. Just
give us a chance.”

She swore her heart stopped beating as she held his gaze. “I—I

want to try, too,” she stammered, her voice shaking with nervousness. “I
want to give this a chance, too.”

If she were honest with herself, she could admit that she’d always

been attracted to him. But she’d always ignored it because, deep down,
she’d convinced herself she didn’t belong with a man like Ashton. She’d
gone out of her way to find men that were nothing like him.

It was time to stop running from her feelings and face what she’d

been trying to ignore for years. Ashton was an amazing man. Despite their
adversarial relationship, she’d always known that. And now she wanted
to discover the real Ashton, not the one she’d painted as her enemy. He
offered her the chance to get to know him as a friend and a lover, and she
would do just that. She deserved a man who cherished and adored her,
and she sensed he could be that man.

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She gave a tentative smile, even as apprehension weighed on her.

The prospect of a future with Ashton excited her, but there would have to
be some changes. She worried everyone wouldn’t be as thrilled about the
changes as she was.

“This is probably going to be awkward for everyone at first.”
Ashton leaned back to stare down at her with quizzical eyes.

“Awkward for who?”

“Olivia, mostly. I think this—” Nikki stopped in mid‐sentence

when Ashton burst into fits of laughter.

Now it was her turn to be confused. “What’s so funny?”
Ashton continued to chuckle. “Mother has known about my

interest in you for a long time. She’s been wondering for years when I
would finally make my move.”

“Olivia? Olivia knew? And she encouraged it?”
Ashton nodded and skimmed his hands down her body to snake

his arms around her waist. “She accused me of being a coward, and at one
point questioned whether or not I was even her son.” A lopsided grin
lifted the corners of his mouth. “To say she encouraged me to pursue you
would be an understatement.”

Nikki giggled as she lifted her arms and clasped her hands behind

his neck. “That definitely sounds like Olivia. She’s never been one to
mince words, and she always says exactly what’s on her mind, even if it
isn’t what people want to hear.”

He tightened his arms around her and smiled. “Kind of like

someone else I know.” He lowered his head to capture her lips in a long,
heated kiss.

When he finally pulled away, Nikki stood there dazed. Ashton had

that effect on her. He left her breathless and wanting more. She shook her
head to clear her thoughts and said, “I think I need a ride home, especially
since you beat my ride up.”

Ashton grinned as his eyes heated with mischief. “Of course. No

gentleman would ever leave a lady stranded. But, you know, once I get
you home, I am going to have to walk you to your door.”

Nikki acknowledged the teasing glint in his eyes with a smile. “Of

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course. You may even have to walk me to my bedroom door—just to
make sure I am safe.”

His eyes twinkled with amusement and a devilish grin spread over

his lips. “Naturally. And I may even have to stay overnight. You know,
just to be certain that you’re all right.”

“Naturally,” Nikki agreed and flashed him a wicked smile before

she lifted on her tiptoes to press another kiss against his lips. They
lingered there for several moments as they deepened the kiss, and Nikki
savored the wondrous rapture of being entwined in his arms.

Unfortunately, they lingered too long.
“What on earth did you two do to my Waterford?”
They sprung apart to meet Olivia’s furious gaze as her eyes darted

between them and the shattered crystal.

Nikki glanced at Ashton, whose expression, she was sure, mirrored

her own. Shit!

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Epilogue

“Ashton,” Nikki screamed.
Her tits bounced wildly and slapped against her ribs while Ashton

held her hips and impaled her on his hard cock. With the blindfold
shielding her eyes and her arms bound behind her back, she was
powerless above him. He controlled the depth, speed, and force of his
stabbing thrusts. She loved it. She reveled in giving control over to him
during their lovemaking.

“Whose pussy is this?” he demanded as his fingers dug deeper into

the soft skin at her waist, and his hips surged upwards, driving his cock
deeper into her tight sheath.

She moved her lips to speak, but no sound came out when he

dragged her down on his cock, hitting the back of her womb on each
stroke. The sensations of him brushing against her G‐spot were
overwhelming.

“Whose pussy is this?” he demanded again. “Who do you belong

to? Say it.” He slammed his dick up into her waiting pussy with rough
strokes.

“Yours,” she managed to choke out on a strangled cry. “I belong to

you, Ashton.”

The force of his strokes grew violent as he buried his cock into her

pussy over and over again.

Throwing her head back, she allowed him to drive her hips down

while he pounded away inside of her. With her breasts jutting forward

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and her eyes blindfolded, she felt wanton. He’d introduced her to his
brand of lovemaking, and she found she now craved it—his
possessiveness—his dominance.

Nikki sucked in a breath. “Ooh Ashton... Yesss...” she moaned when

he stuck his hand between her legs and massaged her clit.

“That’s it, honey. Let me see that pretty, pink pussy come all over

my cock.”

“Ashton, Ashton. Yes, yes, yes...” she screamed as her body

convulsed uncontrollably in the grips of her orgasm. She rode him hard.
Her hips bucking, as her cunt clenched tight around his cock.

Gripping her hips, he surged upward at the same time he jerked

her body down. He slammed into her and fucked her with brutal thrusts
until he stiffened. “Nikki.”

His entire body shuddered, and his cock blew its load, blasting

seed deep into her quivering cunt. “Nikki,” he called out again on a hoarse
groan

Nikki fell forward, collapsing in a heap against his chest.
Their hearts beat wildly, their breaths coming in shallow pants.
He lifted his hand to remove the blindfold from her closed eyes,

and then he unfastened her wrists.

“Mmm,” she moaned, letting her eyelids flutter open. “Thank you.”
“No problem,” he murmured as he lazily stroked her sweat‐soaked

back.

She lifted her head up to smile down at him. “Are we late?”
He twisted his head around to glance at the clock and swore softly.

“We’re about to be,” he said as he shifted her off of him. “You take this
shower, and I’ll use the one down the hall, since we’ll never make it if I
join you.”

“Stop it, Ashton,” she admonished when she saw the hungry look

in his eyes.

“You better hurry before I change my mind,” he teased and

playfully swatted her ass.

Gasping, she whipped her head around and scurried off to the

bathroom.

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“Yeah, you better run,” he called after her, “because I intend to fuck

that sweet ass of yours next.”

Nikki slammed the bathroom door. Seconds later, she heard the

deep rumble of his laughter. She twisted the shower knobs to release a
cascade of cool water that soothed her heated skin. Flipping open the
fragrant shower gel, she squirted a small dollop onto her loofah sponge.
With hurried movements, she scrubbed her body.

A warm smile spread across her face. It was one year to the day

since they began dating, and Nikki had never been happier. They still
argued sometimes, but that was to be expected with such strong, stubborn
personalities. They definitely didn’t argue as much as they had before
they started dating. That was in part due to the fact that they had easily
discovered far more pleasurable ways to spend their time, and arguing
wasn’t one of them.

Stepping under the water, she leaned her head back and sighed as

she rinsed off. They had dinner reservations to celebrate their one‐year
anniversary, but as usual they would to be late. They were always late.
She grinned. Just last month, Olivia had reprimanded them for showing
up to yet another fundraising dinner not only late, but more than a little
disheveled. Since then, they’d managed to learn how not to succumb to a
quick fuck in the car, although they still ended up arriving everywhere
late. Olivia had given up fighting with them over their invariable
tardiness. She knew when to pick her battles.

Nikki stepped out of the shower and hurried back into the room to

dress. She knew Ashton would dress in the other room and come back for
her when he was done.

She rushed to don her clothes and slip into a pair of four‐inch, sexy,

fire‐engine red heels. Now dressed, she stood before the floor‐length
mirror and spun in a circle to admire her appearance. She had to admit
she looked damn good. Her full breasts were tantalizing in the plunging
neckline of the form‐fitting, red, satin dress that hugged her curves and
fell right above her knees, showing just enough of her well shaped and
toned legs. She felt sexy, beautiful. Some of it was because she knew she
looked nice this evening, but some of it was also due to Ashton and how

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he had a way of always making her feel gorgeous and sensual.

From her position in the mirror, she watched Ashton stroll back

into the room to stand behind her and wrap his arms around her waist.

She relaxed into his embrace and inhaled the deep, rich scent of

him mixed with his spicy aftershave.

“You look beautiful tonight,” he whispered against her neck before

he pressed a gentle kiss along the column of her throat.

She shivered. “Thank you. And from what I can see, you do, too.”
He chuckled. “I look beautiful?”
She smiled. “To me you do, but since your ego can’t handle the

gender specific compliment, I will say that you look handsome tonight.”

He chuckled harder, his expression bemused. “Thank you—I

think.”

His laughter died off and he tightened his hold around her.
She stilled, noticing the change in him. She stared at his reflection

in the mirror and saw that his expression had turned serious. “Ashton,
what is it?”

Lifting his head, he cocked it to the side and smiled down at her. “I

was just thinking of how much I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she whispered. Her gaze lingered on his face for

several moments. She could tell he was anxious about something. He had
been on edge all night.

Her eyes drifted shut when he leaned down to brush his lips

against her mouth. Her body heated, and she pushed her worried
thoughts aside. If something was bothering him, he would tell her when
he was ready.

“We better go,” he murmured against her mouth.
“Mmm... We can just cancel. Stay here,” she said as her eyes

fluttered open.

He frowned down at her and shook his head. “Tonight is special.”

He relaxed his arms and stepped away from her.

“Every night is special, Ashton,” she said softly as her heart

swelled with love. Every night with Ashton was special, no matter what
they did or where they went.

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He lifted his hand to caress her cheek and smiled. “Good answer,

baby.”

Before she could issue another protest about staying in, he placed

his hand on the small of her back and ushered her from the bedroom.
They were almost out the front door when Ashton stopped.

“Wait here, baby. I forgot my wallet.”
Nikki nodded as she watched him vault upstairs.
Moments later he was flying back down the staircase.
She narrowed her eyes when she saw him slip a little black object

into his pocket. It appeared to be smaller than his traditionally brown,
leather wallet. In fact, it resembled a jewelry box that was too small to
hold anything else but…a ring?

She perked up with curiosity. “Is that a new wallet?” she asked

when he sidled up next to her and draped his arm around her waist.

“Huh?”
She pointed her finger. “The wallet. Is it new? I’ve never seen you

with a black one before.”

A smile spread across his face. “Oh yeah. It’s really new.”

The End

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Author Bio

Nadia Aidan lives, works and writes in Washington DC. Under her

real name, she holds a PhD in Political Science and Public Policy, and by
day she enjoys her position as an Assistant Professor.

In addition to writing erotic romances, Nadia loves reading other

authors, playing flag football, studying muay thai, working out, listening
to music, and scuba diving

Her other interests include collecting Top Cow comics, especially

Witchblade and Tomb Raider. She also loves professional football and
soccer; and her favorite teams are the Washington Redskins and
Manchester United, respectively.

Nadia loves strong, assertive heroines, which is why she is an

enduring fan of Fight Girls, Xena, Buffy, and La Femme Nikita!

To learn more about Nadia, feel free to visit her website at

www.nadiaaidan.com

Document Outline

Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Epilogue
About the Author

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