eventually leave this town and I can find a decent job.
"I'll make sure he gives you two," he replies, nipping at my ear lobe and making me shiver.
"Ha," I bark out a sarcastic laugh at that comment. "Like he gives a shit what you say."
"He does. I guess you could say I'm his...boss."
" You own this place?"
"Not exactly."
"Of course not. Frederick Coughlin, III couldn't possibly think of sullying his hands in this nasty place."
"I might visit more often now that I know you're here." He grabs a handful of my ass and presses me tightly against his hard body.
No, no, no. I can't afford to get closer to him. "You shouldn't sully yourself with me, either."
"I know I shouldn't, but that doesn't mean I'm going to stop doing it."
Chapter Two
Eric
What is it about this woman that has my head spinning? I have tons of beautiful, classy, sophisticated shifter women begging me to marry them, but here I am in the seedy part of town in bed with a human whore. A gorgeous whore, but a whore , nevertheless.
And if fucking her isn't mind blowing enough, I actually enjoy lying here next to her, just talking to her. So much that I don't want to leave. I didn't even tell my driver—Derek or Drew or whatever the hell his name is—that I was going to be gone a few hours. I don't even remember if I had any other appointments tonight or conference calls. To hell with everyone but her.
Grabbing her by the back of her neck, I pull her to me, covering her lips forcefully, not wasting any time thrusting my tongue into her mouth. Hope reciprocates with her own while running her hands through my hair. She climbs on top of me, guiding me to my back so that she's on top. The curtain of her long, raspberry scented hair shields us from the rest of the world.
I can't believe after all these years that I'm here with her again. The sex is just as amazing and explosive as it was back then. I've often wondered if my memories of fucking her those two times on Halloween were exaggerated, but now I know the truth. Being with her is even better than I remembered.
When her mouth moves down my body, I don't know whether to curse at the loss on my lips or push her head down to urge her lower. Oh, and she is definitely not wasting any time going lower, pulling off the used condom.
I gasp in a shaky breath like a drowning man when her lips seal around my stiffening cock. I'm trying really hard not to think about her mouth on other cocks, but the idea has been planted and is growing quicker than kudzu. I don't want her mouth on anyone but me. And after I leave here tonight...who will she be with tomorrow night, and the next? I remember the two guys out front who were going to fuck her at the same time if I hadn't stolen her right out from under them. The thought makes me go limp instead of harder.
"Um, you don't really seem like the type of guy to already have a problem with ED," she says. Way to stroke a man's ego.
"What can I say? Knowing that you've probably sucked the dick of every other man in town doesn't really do it for me."
Her sharp gasp tells me that my comment may have been a bit too harsh, but I can't rein the anger in.
"Do you suck that bastard Simon off and fuck him whenever he wants?" I ask her as I sit up in bed. I need to know for some damn reason, but she doesn't say a word. "Well, do you? All part of your job, right?"
My chest heaves as my blood pressure rises. I'm on the verge of shifting and know I've got to get it under control. But this feeling...this unfamiliar jealousy and possessiveness is pouring out of me, and I can't seem to stop being an asshole.
I smell her salty tears before I hear her sniffle, completely extinguishing my rage. Fuck . "Hope, I'm sorry. I just...I fucking hate seeing you here."
"Do you think this is where I want to be?" she asks, her voice cracking. "Because never in a million years did I see myself ending up here."
"Then let me help you."
"I'm not a charity case!"
"Then let me hire
"I'll make sure he gives you two," he replies, nipping at my ear lobe and making me shiver.
"Ha," I bark out a sarcastic laugh at that comment. "Like he gives a shit what you say."
"He does. I guess you could say I'm his...boss."
" You own this place?"
"Not exactly."
"Of course not. Frederick Coughlin, III couldn't possibly think of sullying his hands in this nasty place."
"I might visit more often now that I know you're here." He grabs a handful of my ass and presses me tightly against his hard body.
No, no, no. I can't afford to get closer to him. "You shouldn't sully yourself with me, either."
"I know I shouldn't, but that doesn't mean I'm going to stop doing it."
Chapter Two
Eric
What is it about this woman that has my head spinning? I have tons of beautiful, classy, sophisticated shifter women begging me to marry them, but here I am in the seedy part of town in bed with a human whore. A gorgeous whore, but a whore , nevertheless.
And if fucking her isn't mind blowing enough, I actually enjoy lying here next to her, just talking to her. So much that I don't want to leave. I didn't even tell my driver—Derek or Drew or whatever the hell his name is—that I was going to be gone a few hours. I don't even remember if I had any other appointments tonight or conference calls. To hell with everyone but her.
Grabbing her by the back of her neck, I pull her to me, covering her lips forcefully, not wasting any time thrusting my tongue into her mouth. Hope reciprocates with her own while running her hands through my hair. She climbs on top of me, guiding me to my back so that she's on top. The curtain of her long, raspberry scented hair shields us from the rest of the world.
I can't believe after all these years that I'm here with her again. The sex is just as amazing and explosive as it was back then. I've often wondered if my memories of fucking her those two times on Halloween were exaggerated, but now I know the truth. Being with her is even better than I remembered.
When her mouth moves down my body, I don't know whether to curse at the loss on my lips or push her head down to urge her lower. Oh, and she is definitely not wasting any time going lower, pulling off the used condom.
I gasp in a shaky breath like a drowning man when her lips seal around my stiffening cock. I'm trying really hard not to think about her mouth on other cocks, but the idea has been planted and is growing quicker than kudzu. I don't want her mouth on anyone but me. And after I leave here tonight...who will she be with tomorrow night, and the next? I remember the two guys out front who were going to fuck her at the same time if I hadn't stolen her right out from under them. The thought makes me go limp instead of harder.
"Um, you don't really seem like the type of guy to already have a problem with ED," she says. Way to stroke a man's ego.
"What can I say? Knowing that you've probably sucked the dick of every other man in town doesn't really do it for me."
Her sharp gasp tells me that my comment may have been a bit too harsh, but I can't rein the anger in.
"Do you suck that bastard Simon off and fuck him whenever he wants?" I ask her as I sit up in bed. I need to know for some damn reason, but she doesn't say a word. "Well, do you? All part of your job, right?"
My chest heaves as my blood pressure rises. I'm on the verge of shifting and know I've got to get it under control. But this feeling...this unfamiliar jealousy and possessiveness is pouring out of me, and I can't seem to stop being an asshole.
I smell her salty tears before I hear her sniffle, completely extinguishing my rage. Fuck . "Hope, I'm sorry. I just...I fucking hate seeing you here."
"Do you think this is where I want to be?" she asks, her voice cracking. "Because never in a million years did I see myself ending up here."
"Then let me help you."
"I'm not a charity case!"
"Then let me hire
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