Best of 2017

I flip him off and he laughs.

“Seriously. Does she know the depths of your obsession?”

“I told her I’d do anything for her,” I grunt out. “Even kill that fuckface Vaughn.”

His eyes widen in surprise. “And she didn’t run for the hills?”

“Nope.”

“Well, Jesus Christ, Hawk, I think you found yourself the perfect woman,” he jokes.

“Goddamn right I did.”

“Good for you,” he says with a chuckle. “Don’t fuck it up. Maybe lay off the stalker shit now that she’s into you.”

But there’s so much more to learn about her…

“Hmph.”

He snorts again. “Don’t get arrested, psycho.”

“I’ll try not to, asshole.”

His smirk is my parting gift as he leaves for the day. I thumb through the folder and read through Vaughn’s rap sheet. He’s a fucking stalker too. The guy has more restraining orders against him than I’ve ever seen one person have. This could work in my favor…

I shut the folder and hide it in my drawer. Once the drawer is locked, I grab my jacket and go look for my woman. When I find her leaned over the planter of violets I bought for her empty desk, inhaling their sweet scent, I can’t help but smile at her.

She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

“You ready?”

She swivels around and beams at me. “Let me run to the restroom, and then we can go.”

I love how eager she is to want to spend more time with me. When she’s gone, I sit down in her chair. Her phone buzzes.

Sean: How about lunch one day this week to discuss some business? Same place as Friday? I promise to be a perfect gentleman.

Rage bubbles in my chest. I’m dying to write him back and tell him he’s a fucking idiot but the clack of her heels tells me she’s on her way back. With a huff, I set the phone back down.

“Trying to steal my chair already?” she teases as she grabs her purse.

“The chair isn’t the only thing around here I’m going to steal.” When I smirk at her, she laughs but then her smile falls as she picks up her phone to read her text. With a frown, she taps out a response. I’m dying to know what she said to him but I know I can sneak a peek later when she’s asleep.

“What are we doing?” she questions as we start out of the building.

I guide her to where my car is parked. “Well,” I say as I open her door, “first we’re going to go eat.” She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth as she regards me. “And then I’m going to take you back to your place and fuck you.” Her eyes widen, but I shut the door before trotting around to the other side.

“Gray,” she hisses as soon as I sit inside and start the car. “What if I don’t want to fuck?”

I flash her a panty-melting—not that she’s wearing any—grin. “I’ll convince you.”

SHE’S BEEN LOCKED AWAY in her bathroom for a good forty minutes now. After we ate a nice steak dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, I brought her back to her place. And just like I’d arranged, her locks had been replaced. I’d asked the locksmith to leave me the extra key under her doormat. I swiped that when I’d heard the shower running.

While she takes forever in the bathroom, I use the time to rifle through the closet I’d been searching through last night. Coats hang from the racks and boxes line the shelves. I’d been in the process of checking the pockets when she woke up.

I locate a letter in one coat pocket addressed to “Momma.” It isn’t sealed but it is addressed already. With my phone, I snap a picture of it for later investigation. I open it and read it quickly when I hear the hair dryer going.

Momma,

I miss you. One day maybe things can be different. You know I love you. Everything just got so bad, and I needed to get away. You know this. Of course you know this. I’ve been telling you the same thing for years. I hope the money helps. It’s all that I can afford to send, but I hope it’s enough so you don’t have to break your back every night at the diner.

Love you always.

She didn’t sign the letter nor did she add a return address. The money she sends away—the reason she lives in this shithole—makes more sense now. I fold the letter back up and stuff it in the coat pocket. I’m just closing the closet door when her cell phone starts ringing from the bedroom. Figuring it’s Sean, I stalk in there. The number is unknown.

I answer it but don’t speak.

Someone breathes heavily on the other line and my hackles raise.

“Is that you, Letty Spaghetti?” a deep voice growls.

I can fucking growl too.

But I don’t.

“I think you’ve reached the wrong number,” I bite out, my rage barely controlled. But I’ll be damned if I let on that this is her phone.

Click.

I quickly block the number and delete the trace of the call from her phone. I’ve just set it down when the bathroom door opens.

Violet steps out of the bathroom, a nervous look on her face. “Were you talking to someone?”

“Wrong number,” I assure her. My eyes peruse her perfect body that’s barely covered by her silky robe. Her nipples are hard beneath the fabric, and I can tell she’s completely naked underneath. All the anger and fury from learning that fuckface has her number washes away as heat rushes to my cock. “Wow,” I growl. “So much wow.”

A smile tugs at the corner of her lips. “Oh, this old thing,” she teases as she spins in a circle. My cock jolts when I see her delectable ass beneath the robe.

“Come here,” I order.

She stiffens and shoots me an unsure look. “Gray…”

“I just want to kiss you.” Not entirely a lie. I want to kiss every part of her. My words seem to calm her because she walks over to me and tilts her head up as if she’s waiting for that promised kiss.

My palms grab her gorgeous ass, and I pull her against me so she can feel just how hard I am for her. A gasp of air escapes her.

“Anyone ever tell you you’re the most beautiful woman on this fucking planet?”

She chuckles but I’m dead serious.

I squeeze her ass as I drop a kiss to her supple lips. Our kiss is sweet at first, but soon she’s helping me peel off my suit jacket. Her palms roam up my chest and then she’s working frantically at the knot of my tie. I tug at the strings on her robe and she wiggles out of it until she’s completely naked before me. Grabbing hold of her shoulders, I push her away until she’s at arm’s length so that I can properly view her. Sure, I’ve seen her naked plenty of times over the last few days but never like this.

“You’re so goddamned beautiful,” I praise and then run my tongue along my bottom lip.

She chews on hers and stands there looking uncomfortable under my scrutinizing stare. I let my gaze drink up every beautiful curve on her perfect body while I rid myself of my tie and shirt. When my eyes dart up to hers, she’s staring at my chest.

“You have tattoos,” she whispers.

I frown. “I do.”

“I like them.” Her brown eyes are molten with lust. “I like them a lot.”

Smirking, I look down at my colorful chest. Dad ingrained in me to be structured and focused, but Bull helped me rebel. He was there with me for every single tattoo inked on my chest and arms, in solidarity. I unbuckle my belt and lift an eyebrow at her. “You ready for this?”

She laughs. “It’s a penis not an introduction to the president.”

I let my slacks fall to the floor and step out of them. Her greedy eyes find my cock that is straining through my black boxers. “That’s Mr. President to you.”

“Hmmm,” she says, amusement in her tone. “Let’s see him.”

I flash her a wicked grin as I lose the boxers. When I start stroking my impressive length, she lets out another one of those sexy, needy sounds I’ve grown to love.

“Crap,” she breathes. “We’re really doing this.”

I lif

t a brow. “Unless you don’t want to.”

“Oh,” she says with a wild look in her eyes, “I certainly do want to.”

Releasing my cock, I step toward her and capture her face in my hands. I brush kisses along her soft lips and jaw until she’s clawing at me. My cock is hot and throbbing and oh-so-fucking eager between us. When her hand reaches between us and grips my dick, I let out a guttural groan of pleasure.

She’s my fantasy come to life.

A dream come true.

With each stroke of her hand, I feel closer to coming. So after another selfish moment of having her small hand wrapped around me, I pull away and regard her hungrily. “Get on the bed and show me your pussy.”

Her eyes widen at my brazen words, but she sits down on the edge and scoots back. Once she lies back and her body is ripe for my visual tasting, I take hold of her knees and spread her apart. Her cunt glistens with her arousal, and I can’t wait to have my nose buried in it. I want to suck her taste until she can’t speak or think.