Millionaire Hero (Freeman Brothers 4)

“Did he take the things that did belong to him?”

“Yes. And it wasn’t much. I managed to throw most of what he owned out onto the lawn the day I found the papers. I couldn’t find everything before he left that day, so there were still a few scraggling things. He got those and put them in his car, then was trying to come back for more stuff, but I wouldn’t let him take anything. He was being so much of an ass I almost smacked him,” I said.

“Was his name ever on the lease?” Nick asked.

“No,” I said. “And I know all about the occupancy laws and everything. He lived here long enough that I couldn’t actually force him out of the house. If he had just refused to leave that day, I would have had to go through the courts to get him out. But he left voluntarily. He took his belongings and established residence somewhere else, so he lost that claim.”

“Good. I’m glad you thought about that.” Nick let out a breath. “I’m sorry you’re having to deal with this. Is there anything I can do for you to help you feel better aside from listening to you rant?”

He looked into my eyes, and a delicious thrill went up my spine. I grinned at him. Nick obviously immediately understood what I was thinking, and before I even said a word, he nodded. We rushed toward each other, latching onto each other in a deep kiss. An instant later, I dragged him into the bedroom and kicked the door closed behind us.

As the door slammed behind him, I jumped into his arms. He grabbed me with his strong grip under my ass and held me aloft, high enough that our mouths were at the same level. I pressed my lips to his, and they opened hungrily, our tongues searching and finding each other. I breathed in the taste of him, driving my desire higher and letting the anger melt away into a need for him. I craved his skin, and I tore at his shirt to get it open. His back pressed against the door as he held me, fingers digging deep into my ass.

Walking me away from the door, Nick sat me down on the edge of the bed and removed the rest of his shirt. I launched at him, pulling him by his hips toward me so I could run my tongue along his chiseled chest and rock-hard abdomen. While I did so, I reached for his belt and began to yank it away, digging for the bulge that I could see pressing against the zipper of his pants. He reached down below my mouth and pulled my chin up to look at him and grinned. That grin sent a thrill up my spine, and the tingle between my thighs turned into white-hot craving.

His hands reached down to mine and pulled them away. He was slowing me down, making me go at his pace, and a shudder ran through me at the measure of control he was showing. What’s more, I wanted to give him that control. I wanted to pleasure him with my body, to satisfy him so fully that he exploded, and never forgot the way I touched him. Smirking still, he reached down and unzipped his pants and shimmied them off himself. My eyes grew wide as I watched him pull his boxers down achingly slowly, revealing his cock inch by inch.

Finally, it sprung out at me, and my ability to not touch him ceased. I plunged forward, wrapping my hand around his base and my lips over his head. He moaned deeply, and I dropped to my knees in front of him, taking him as deeply into my throat as I dared. I nearly choked when he reached the back of my throat and slid him back out again. I stroked him onto my tongue and dove down again, making sure to slide my other hand up and massage his balls underneath.

I felt his hands reach behind me and unhook my bra in one deft move. I dove down again, taking him fully into my mouth as he pulled my shirt up and let my bra fall away. My large, round breasts bounced out and when I pulled my lips off his hard cock, I yanked the shirt off me and tossed it aside. I looked up at him and straightened myself taller on my knees. Pressing my chest into him, I let his wet cock slide between my breasts, and I pressed them together. One of his hands reached behind my neck as he rocked into me, sliding his massive cock up to my chin. I bowed my head and flicked my tongue over the head when he slid upward and relished in the sound of his moans.