The Duke's Broken Angel

I grunted as I heaved out of bed, my head foggy from ciders all day and a few shots of whiskey last night to help me sleep.

I had no regrets for the way I’d treated the new girl, I just didn’t want to run into her again, so I’d stayed away from home from the time she’d arrived until after midnight, praying she’d been asleep when I stumbled in.

But even after I’d closed my eyes she’d been on my mind last night, and still, I hadn’t caught her goddamn name.

The way she’d tipped her head to the side, lips rounded with surprise when she’d seen me—all of me—naked with my morning wood for all to see. I crashed most nights on the couch, usually because the mile walk home from the club was more than enough drunk stumbling for one night.

I imagined her pretty blonde strands in my hand as I drove my cock past those full pink lips. Something about her innocence made me want to ruin her. I swear I could almost smell the scent of her pussy in the air yesterday morning, so hot and wet for me.

And her lips...sweet mother fucking heaven, her lips, soft and full, made to be wrapped around my cock. I groaned, palming my erection and thinking I should jump in the shower and cool down before the sexy new caretaker padded out all sleepy and barefoot and fuckable. I stood from the couch, dizzy on my feet before I thrust a hand out to the wall and waited for the spins to pass. Then, still in my clothes from yesterday, I padded down the hallway in the early morning light. I registered that the guest bedroom door was closed, and wondered if she was even behind it. Truth be told she could have left right after I had yesterday.

She claimed she didn’t want to give the money back, but the hate I saw brewing in her eyes may have made it worth it. The biggest part of me hoped she hadn’t, but I knew the likelihood she had was high. I was good at pushing the right people away.

I flipped the shower on, stepped in and rinsed quickly before cupping my morning wood in my grip and tugging. I thought of her full breasts hugged by the thin t-shirt she wore yesterday. I dreamed of the soft mewls she’d make when I bit down on her perky little nipples and came against my hand for the first time.

I imagined the feel of her hugging my cock with her warm pussy as hot jets of come spilled from me uncontrollably, my muscles quaking with the overwhelming release. She was too pretty, too soft, too damn good for me. I hated her and I wanted her. She’d made me come harder than I ever had, only by being her sexy, innocent self.

I released my cock, finally feeling a little less tense before I toweled off quickly and wrapped the towel around my waist. I padded to the kitchen, eyes on the coffee pot when I heard a door down the hallway open, then another close and the shower kick on through the wall.

My heartbeat quickened at the thought of her stepping into my spunk. Evidence of my hot desire for her at her feet. I was going to go insane listening to her every step. Imagining her walking around the cottage in her tiny little shorts. The cheeks of her ass just barely visible. Or worse yet, just a towel.

And then I got hard again.

Damn.

No woman had ever affected me quite like this.

I distracted myself with the coffee, then noticed for the first time the entire kitchen was clean. Sparkling in fact. The dining room too, and even the living room had been freshly dusted, my stacks of boxes and books and papers gone. What had she done to my place? And what had mom paid her to do?

This girl was worth her weight in gold.

I heard the shower water stop then. I strained to listen, my grin turning up when I finally heard the door swing open.

“Sleep well, Cricket?” I called down the hallway.

Her pretty face whipped around.

Jesus, she was only wrapped in a towel. One of my towels. She was sopping wet and staring back at me. She was totally breathtaking. My memory from yesterday didn’t begin to do her justice. High cheekbones and a beautiful heart-shaped face peered back at me. And then my eyes landed on her lips. Soft, pink lips that looked a little bit swollen. Nothing about her was overdone, she was all-natural and fucking gorgeous. I sucked in a quick breath, feeling a heat split deep in my stomach and radiate down through my balls.

“Don’t call me that.” Anger rippled in her words.

I grinned. Less than twenty-four hours and I was clearly under her skin. “Sounds like you had a rough night.”