Truck Driver

But she lets out a shuddering breath. A sound I recognize well. It’s one she makes when she’s turned on. Or I’ve done something that inadvertently made her hot, like planning a surprise weekend trip or getting our son to bed while she sketches in front of the fire. Is it possible that she liked me defending her with my usually leashed violence?

“Tatum…” I approach her with caution, scared to death she’s going to run from me. Say she doesn’t feel safe with me. “I’m sorry, baby. But…I’ll never be capable of letting another man touch you and get away with it. He’s lucky I didn’t kill him.”

“I know,” she breathes, setting down her purse, reaching for me. “I’m lucky too. Aren’t I? To have someone who loves me so fiercely.”

Inundated by shocked lust, I pin her hard to the stairwell wall. “You don’t even know the fucking half of it,” I rasp against her mouth.

“Yes I do. You show me every day.” She chews her lip a moment, glancing toward the hallway. “You can’t be inside me now. I’m…too worked up. I’ll be too loud.” She turns around and presses her palms to the wall, angling her hips back, her ass curving right into my waiting hand. “But I need you to erase the memory of anyone but you. Remind me who I belong to.” she whispers. “Please, Daddy?”

God yes.

I love this woman so much it’s criminal.

And I know we’re reached a new level of understanding about each other. I’d kill for her and she’s not just okay with it, now that she trusts me. She wants it that way.

Craves me in all forms, the way I crave her with my very soul.

My teeth pull back in a snarl and I ruck up her dress, pulling her panties down. Taking a moment to groan over her hot little jiggle, I slap the pretty, round cheeks of her ass, the sound echoing through the stairwell. “Mine,” I growl into her ear, already planning the many ways I’m going to take her tonight. “Forever.”

“Yours. Forever.”

THE END