“I hate you.”
“You can roam throughout the house as much as you want. If you want a snack, you’ll find food in the kitchen. I’ll make breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
“I hate you,” she repeats.
We enter the living room and her eyes dart around the open area filled with leather furniture and red accents. “Feel free to watch TV, swim in the pool, or read books from the library.”
She turns to face me. “I hate you.”
I roll my eyes. “Yes, I heard you the first time you said it.”
“Well, it’s true.”
I move into her space, getting close. “You don’t hate me one bit. You need me. I’m the only person keeping you safe from a pack of pirates who want to do crazy things to you,” I leer at her body to emphasize my meaning, “and I’m the only one who will protect you.”
Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she gapes at me with wild eyes. Who knows, maybe she does hate me. “Leave me alone.”
“As you wish.” I leave her standing alone in my living room. I head to my room, not even bothering to show Bianca around the house anymore. Let her figure it out on her own. Once I’m in my personal quarters, I rip off my soaked shirt, heading into my en-suite bathroom to shower. I need to wash the water from the harbor off my skin and tame this beast of a hard on I’ve had ever since I first saw Bianca after all these years.
My dick has been angry at me since the moment I saw the way she’s grown over the years. All for the better.
I turn on the steamy water, removing my soaked pants. My socks and shoes are next to go, and before long, I’m completely naked, standing under the hot spray of water.
My dick comes to life in my iron fist. Fuck. It’s so hard. It’s her. She makes me harder than a diamond.
I stroke, letting the water fall around me, relaxing my muscles from the tension I’ve been feeling since I took this job.
I try not to bog myself down with the details of Bishop’s plan. Not while I’m thinking about Bianca and the things I wish I could do to her. Things I need to do to her.
“Don’t touch her,” Bishop’s words rush back to me.
Fuck him. Fuck not touching the one woman I’ve ached for all these years.
Bianca may hate me, but she can’t hate me more than I already hate myself. I abandoned her.
My life went into a downward spiral after leaving Miami, and there was only one person who could ever keep me sane.
Instead of reaching out to her like a lifeline, I let myself fall into the blackness. I lean my head back against the tile wall, my hand lazily stroking my dick. My heart bashes against the walls of my chest like a battering ram. I would give anything to touch her. To kiss her.
To see her on her knees before me, sucking my dick, making me come.
I need her to make me come.
I’ve never been this hard. Only when I think about her, do I get like this. No other woman has ever made me feel as good as thoughts of Bianca make me feel. Looking at pictures of her on Google became a favorite pastime of mine over the past few years.
I know her touch would do me in forever. One kiss would never be enough. I’d need more. I’d be greedy for her.
Like I am right the fuck now.
I stroke my steel cock, fantasizing about Bianca on her knees with me in the shower. What would she look like as her mouth wraps around my dick?
I picture her before me, my fingers in her hair, gripping her harder the closer I get to release.
I think back to when I first saw her at the party. The way she licked her lips. Those fucking lips. The way her eyes held mine. The way her mouth curved into an ‘o’ when she realized who I was.
Fuck, she turns me on so much.
I grip myself harder, groaning out into the steam. I’m so close to coming I don’t even hear my bathroom door open. My hips rock into my hand, and I open my eyes to find Bianca standing there. The walk-in shower hides nothing, and her shocked gaze roams over my body. Across my pecs, down my abs, to my hand stroking at a rapid pace.
“I’m sorry,” she says, fumbling with the door handle but never taking her eyes off me.
I swear I grow ten times harder in an instant.
I’m too far gone to stop.
“Don’t move,” I growl out. I need her pretty little ass standing right there to finish. I work my dick faster, harder, zeroing in on Bianca’s ruby-red lips. Her breasts rise and fall, the stiff peaks of her nipples pointing at me through her shirt. She stays rooted to the spot, fixated on my cock as I come so hard my knees nearly buckle. Fuck, it feels so good. As soon as I’m done, my eyes slam into hers.