Dirty Working Hero (Hard Working Hero 2)

We talk like we've known each other for years. It's so natural, coming with such ease that time just seems to melt away.

“Wow,” he says. “I should probably get you home, it's almost midnight already.”

“Is it really? Yeah, I start my first day of work tomorrow with my father.”

“Sounds fun.”

“Yeah right, it'll be a freaking blast. I get to spend all day filing cases and doing whatever the hell he tells me to do. It's going to be torture.”

“It's never too late to jump in feet first and go for your dream.”

“I wish it were that easy.”

Hardin gives me small smirk and pays for dinner. He takes my hand and guides me back to his truck. My stomach sinks at the thought of working for my father. I don't want to do it. The idea of being stuck in an office all day makes me want to vomit.

It's not what I'm meant to do, but I can't find the strength to tell my father no. Both my parents have made this decision for me, and saying no isn't an option. Not if I don't want to lose everything.

“You can stop here,” I say, making Hardin pull his truck over a few feet before my driveway. “I'm sure my parents are in bed, but just in case.” Letting out a slow breath, I look up at my house.

“You all right?” he asks, laying his hand on my thigh.

Turning to look at him, I force a smile. “Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just not looking forward to tomorrow.”

His hand moves up and down my thigh, dipping in slightly, moving extremely close to the diamond between my legs. His eyes are fierce, making my heart pound inside my chest.

Licking my lips, I try to calm myself down. My stomach is coiling up, and there's a lump in the back of my throat. He leans over, bringing his lips so close to mine I can feel him breathe.

“You know, our night doesn't have to end just yet if you don't want it to.” His fingers dance across the hem of my skirt, pinching the fabric and running back and forth.

“I don't want it to,” I say as I close the space between us and open my legs wider. “I really don't want it to end yet.”

Hardin growls, throwing his other hand up and grabbing my face. He pulls me in and kisses me. I can taste the whiskey on his tongue from his drink. It's sweet and sharp, making me suck on his tongue.

His hand moves between my thighs, dipping under my skirt and stroking my pussy. Hardin moans as he feels my bare skin. “You're not wearing any panties,” he says, teasing my lips with a single finger.

“Nope.” The word fills his mouth as I kiss him harder.

His hand sweeps through my hair, digging in and grabbing my roots. Tipping my head, he kisses me like a hungry lion. His breathing is heavy, his eyes fixed on mine, never looking away.

I'm so damn wet, his finger glides through my folds easily. The warm juice coats his finger as he moves up and down. Breaking away, he lifts his finger to his lips and licks my flavor off.

“Mm,” he groans as he sucks his finger clean. “Dessert is always my favorite meal. You taste amazing.”

With his strong hands, he grabs me around the waist and pulls me onto his lap. Finding his lips again, he slips his hand up under my dress and grabs my breast. He pinches my hard nipple and rolls it between the pads of his fingertips.

I moan, letting my head fall back as he moves from one breast to the other, plucking my nipples. His cock is hard as steel, pressing against me. I can barely think straight, I want him inside me so badly.

Feverishly, I tear his pants open and pull out his cock. His dick throbs in my hand, pulsing and jerking as I hold him tight. Hardin reaches down on the side of the seat and pulls the handle to lower it back. His hands move to my hips, holding me in place.

I lift up on my knees and guide his cock inside my pussy. Taking every inch of his big, thick muscle, I tremble as I settle onto him. My knees wedge between the armrest and his door, and my hips start to roll.

“Yeah,” he says, digging his fingertips into my flesh. “Fuck me, Millie.”

My ass begins to rise and fall higher and faster. His hands help guide me up and down, and he gives a little extra push of his cock as I land on the top of his thighs. My head attempts to drop back, but he quickly grabs my face, forcing me to look at him.

“Don't look away. I want you to remember everything about this, right down to my eyes when I come inside you.”