Burly

“As my security consultant, maybe you should cancel rehearsal and the photo shoot, too.” She presses her curves to the front of my body, gazing up at me through her eyelashes. “Maybe it’s safest to keep me in my bedroom all day.”

“Your father,” I grit out. “We can’t forget about him. When a man has saved your life and you’ve saved his in return, this kind of betrayal is inexcusable. That kind of trust can’t be violated.”

Angelica lifts slowly on her toes, melding our mouths together, tempting me into a long, wet kiss, before pulling back and whispering, “Can’t we talk to him? Explain that we…” She blushes. “Have feelings for each other?”

“That’s a mild way of putting it,” I growl, rolling our foreheads together.

“I guess it is…” She rubs her hips against mine teasingly. “Considering you know what I eat for breakfast.” With a smile curving her mouth, she squints up at me. “How do you know all of that stuff, by the way?”

“The day you moved to LA, I relocated here, too. I…” Jesus, I can’t believe I’m saying this out loud. “I purchased the security company you hired, so I would know every move you make. Travel dates.” My Adam’s apple slides up and down, my pulse going full throttle. “You might say my obsession with you is…unhealthy.”

Instead of being horrified by my actions or my admission, she gives a gusty sigh, as if she finds it all very romantic. “I want to belong to you, Murph.” Her hand slides down my chest, past my gut, to lightly rub against my cock. “Now.”

Lord above. Semen leaks from my tip, soaking into my fly.

This perfect angel really wants to be with me?

I never could have imagined it in a million years. She’s sugar and I’m motor oil. She’s sweet where I’m bitter. It shouldn’t make sense. But the way she’s looking at me makes me believe. The only wish I’ve ever made in my life might be coming true. There is a part of me that knows she can do better, but now that I’ve had my tongue in her mouth, her pussy. Now that I’ve held her through the night, the idea of letting her be with another man sets off a bomb in my head.

I’d murder the motherfucker with my bare hands.

No question.

“Please don’t push me away, Murph,” she says, looking up at me with luminous eyes. “I’ve been so lonely since you disappeared.”

My heart twists painfully, knees almost buckling. To think something I did made her sad is unbearable. “I was doing what’s best for you,” I rasp.

“You’re what’s best for me.” She nuzzles her cheek into the center of my chest. “Take me home. Make me yours…completely.”

I’m panting now like I’ve run a marathon, my cock throbbing in time with my breaths. “Not until I speak to your father,” I say on a rush of breath. “Not until I deal with the consequences, face to face. And when I talk to him, I want to be able to say I haven’t fucked you yet. It’s the right thing to do.”

Her bottom lip sticks out in a pout. There is a protest on her lips, but before she can voice it, her cell phone buzzes where she’s tucked it into her shorts. One of the security guards hesitantly calls something about rehearsal time, causing Angelica to sigh. “Fine,” she says, giving my johnson a final stoke through my jeans. “I guess that’s fair.”

That’s what she says.

But there is something mischievous in her eyes…and I know she’s not going to make waiting easy. It’s not long before that theory is confirmed.

6

Angelica

There’s no way I’m waiting for Murph to talk to my father.

I’m a virgin, but I feel empty without him inside me. Every time I feel his eyes on me, the muscles in my tummy wind a little tighter. Moisture slicks my sex. My breasts ache for the feel of his big hands. It doesn’t help matters that he no longer disguises his hunger for me. It’s right there on his beloved face. Right there in every lick of his lips, sweep of his gaze, adjustment of his tented fly.

We’re in rehearsal now at the studio downtown. Normally I would go half speed in practice, just making sure I have the choreography correct without injuring myself, but Murph is working on his laptop nearby, his eyes continually drifting to me…and I can’t help but shake my backside for everything I’m worth.

Really, I should stop distracting him. After all, he’s trying to track down the person who left that ugly message on my doorstop. But I can’t help it. I want to tempt him into giving in. I mouth the seductive words to my songs, grinding my hips in slow circles, drawing his eye to the place between my thighs. Bending over and rising slowly, raking my fingertips up my legs and watching him through my lashes.