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“Where’d you go?” I ask, failing miserably at not asking him.

“Just had some phone calls to make and then grabbed dinner. I didn’t expect to be gone so long. Did you miss me?”

“Yes. Didn’t you miss me?”

“You know I did. Now, come give me a kiss.” I grin at him and move closer to him. He sets the bags in hands down and sweeps me up in his arms. Suddenly, I am on the bed under him. He’s yanked open my robe and he’s naked. When the hell did that happen. He slides inside of me. I can’t help feeling a sense of rightness. Like he’s exactly where he belongs. Like I’m exactly where I belong.

“Ken,” I moan, which seems to be all I can do.

“I know, baby. I know.”

“Fuck,” I groan as I flip us over. I want to ride his cock. He lets me take over easily, thankfully. I am not sure I could have done that without his help. My blonde hair falls around my shoulders.

He skims his hands from my hips and begins to roam up my ribcage until he’s holding my tits in his hands. He squeezes them and pulls on my nipples until they are tight peaks. He sits up a bit so he can suck on them.

“I just need…” I trail off. I need to fuck him. That’s what I need.

“I know what you need. Put me inside of you.” Lifting off of him, just a little bit, I grip his cock and stroke him off while I glide my very wet pussy over him. “Fuck, April. That’s exactly what I am lacking right now. Get on my cock right the fuck now or I’m going to blow everywhere but your womb,” he growls. I smirk at him and stroke him slowly, a few more times before I do as I was told and position him at my entrance. Then I slide down his shaft so slowly. So, so, so slowly. His hands make their way back to my hips. He grips them tightly. When he’s balls deep inside of me, I begin to move. I alternate bouncing and grinding my pussy on him. I tug on my nipples before sliding my hand the front of my body. My skin is so sensitive right now, goosebumps pop up all over my body. I rub my clit in time with my bounces.

“God, you feel amazing inside me. I’m so full,” I moan. His hands tighten on my hips. He’s not unaffected by this. I can feel his cock pulsating inside me.

“Fuck yes it does,” he agrees. “Come for me, baby. Let me hear you. Let me feel you.” He removes one hand from my hip and rubs my clit, sending me right over the edge.

“Ken!” I cry, over and over until I feel him fill me again. As soon as he does, I drop down onto his chest.

“Fuck, baby. That’s never going to get old is it?”

I love this man. I love him so fucking much it’s crazy.

CHAPTER TWELVE

KENDRICK

Ben Simmons is a riot. April and I are in the home of one of the men she is looking into in Cincinnati, Ohio. As he opened the door, we realized the list had the wrong date of birth for him. He is aged like a grandfather and is hilarious. He is 70 years old and still kicking. I can tell he doesn't get many visitors because of how eager he was for us to come inside.

We have been here for four hours, looking at photos and listening to him tell us about his stint in Hollywood as a private pilot for Marilyn Monroe and the like. He pulled out the pictures for that time in his life and that is where he is still living, in that era of his life.

When April told him why we were there, his face became solemn. He explained that he would have had a family once, but while he was away in Vietnam, his wife and their unborn child died from Influenza. He says they didn’t have all the medicine and technology they have now. My heart aches for him. According to him, she was the love of his life, and he was done. So, he retired early and became a private pilot to the stars.

“So, when are you two going to make it official?” He asks so coolly. I don’t flinch. April, on the other hand, damn near chokes on her tea.

“I’m sorry. Why would you ask that?” she asks, trying to remain calm.

“It’s simple. He is in love with you, and you are running as fast as you can.” Damn. He read us like a fucking book. But something he says hits me right in the gut. I might be in this alone for real. “Body language is everything. He keeps inching closer to you, but you refuse to move away, but also have so much tension from his proximity the elastic might snap.” This man should be a relationship therapist.

“Well, I appreciate your time and assessment. We are on a timetable and need to get going. It was our pleasure, Mr. Simmons.” I say goodbye to him, noting his smirk at how fast she hightailed it out of there. It did not escape my notice either.

Once we are in the car, I don’t turn it on. Instead, I turn to face her. I think it's time to get serious.

“Listen, if this is not what you want, April, then just say the word, and I will finish this trip with you and resign. I am not in the business of pushing myself on women nor chasing those who don’t want to be caught.” It feels good to get it off my chest. I watch her head drop, and my heart begins to break. She turns to me, tears in her eyes, and touches my hand.

“It’s not that, Ken. I’m just scared.” She says as a lone tear falls down her face. I wipe it away and touch her chin, so she is looking at me.

“Scared of what?”

“Of being hurt.” My heart begins to mend because this I can fix.

“Look at me. I would never hurt you, baby. Every breath you take, every smile you smile and every time you shake in my arms, letting yourself go while I am inside of you is what I live for. I love you so fucking much, baby. I just need to know if you are in this with me.” She smiles before leaning over the console and touching her lips to mine. This is the first time she has initiated the kiss, making me feel six feet tall.

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