The Banker (Banker 1)

“An accident?” he asked incredulously. “You shot yourself?”

So he knew it was a gunshot wound. Making up something wouldn’t work. “I don’t want to talk about it, Cato.” I turned back to my plate and finished the rest of it.

He kept his gaze on me, like that answer wasn’t good enough. “Why not?”

“You want to tell me something deeply personal about yourself?” I countered.

“Sure. What do you want to know?”

I rolled my eyes, knowing this was a false challenge. “Just drop it.”

“You really can’t tell me?” He cocked his head slightly. “Because if someone did that to you…I could even the score.”

My eyes lifted to meet his gaze.

He stood by his statement by continuing his deep and hard look.

I pondered asking Cato for help. I wondered if he would fix all my problems. But I also wondered if he would be so livid I’d used him that he might kill me instead. “My problems aren’t your problems.”

“As long as you’re fucking me, they are. If someone is giving you a hard time, I can give them a harder time.”

I’d never needed a man to protect me, but the idea of having a strong man like Cato in my life sounded like the nicest thing in the world. Cato couldn’t be challenged. He was too powerful. Even Bones and Crow wouldn’t mess with him. I could make Damien pay for threatening to rape me all the time. I could save my father and put a gun in his hand so he could kill his jailers. “It’s getting late, Cato. You should go.” I grabbed the dirty dishes and carried them to the sink.

“The only place I’m going is to bed.” He dropped the subject after I dismissed it, and he left the dining table. His heavy footfalls sounded behind me, tapping against the hardwood floor as he headed to the stairs on the other side of the house.

I stared down into the sink—unsure what move to make next.

Missionary seemed to be his favorite position because that’s how he usually wanted to fuck me. He preferred having my legs pinned back so he could drive himself as deep as my body would allow him. He liked to stare at my tits as he shook them, liked to kiss me when he ground his body against my clit.

I’d never had a man fuck me with such enthusiasm before. It was as if this man weren’t getting ass on a nightly basis, as if he couldn’t pick up a random woman in a bar and nail her within the hour. He screwed me like I was the only woman he wanted in the entire world, the only place he wanted to stuff his cock all night.

“Cato.” My hand started on his cheek and then slid into his hair. I felt the sweaty strands and fisted them as he kept pounding me good and hard.

He kissed me softly as he continued to give me his cock deep, his full lips lavishing me with purposeful embraces that never faltered. He sucked my bottom lip then gave me his tongue, his heavy breath coming out of his nose.

I knew he was a fucker, but I didn’t know he was such a lover.

“Cato.” Like our conversation over dinner had never happened, I worshiped this man by calling out his name as I rode another climax. I didn’t want to fuck him in the beginning because he was such an asshole, but now I would pay good money to have him fuck me like this once a week. He was so good it was indescribable. It made me want to betray him even less because I didn’t want this to end.

“This pussy…” He slowed his thrusts and made them deep and hard as he finished. His cock thickened noticeably inside me before he released. With a loud grunt and a small spasm down his back, he filled my slit with another round of come.

He slowly pulled out of me to make sure he didn’t lose a single drop. Then he lay beside me in bed, the late hour casting the bedroom into complete darkness. With one hand behind his head, he stared at the ceiling as he caught his breath.

I closed my eyes, so tired and satisfied I could drift to sleep right away.

“Baby?”

I faced the other way, my ass to him. “Hmm?” I could feel the come seeping from between my legs.

“I’ve got to get up early tomorrow.”

“You know where the front door is. You barged in hours ago.” I kept my eyes closed. I was too tired to even turn over and look at him.

“Alright. Then I’ll stay.”

“Wait, what? I thought you were leaving.”

“No. Just wanted to make sure you didn’t care about me waking you up early.”

“Well, I do care. So, don’t.”

His grin was audible in his voice. “I like sex first thing in the morning.”