Page 9 of Dirty Money

"Hey!" I complain, a little disgruntled, but when I see his length, hard as steel again, coming towards me, I just sigh and wait for him.

The mattress goes down when he puts his weight on it, and then he's crawling to me, placing kisses all over my legs. The room smells heavily of sex, and I open my legs for him so he knows I want him as much as he wants me. I'm drenched in my juices with how much I need him. There's a big wet spot in the crotch of my panties. He takes them off and positions himself between my thighs. He touches my face and looks deeply into my eyes.

"You drive me wild, Amber. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

He reaches for the nightstand and opens up a condom, sheathing himself swiftly. Then I feel him at my entrance and I don't want to play games anymore. I want him to possess me completely. I grab his ass and pull him towards me, and he thrusts inside me easily with how wet I already am. When he bottoms out, he waits a second, letting me get used to him.

But I don't need time. I feel full and happy, and I want him to move. So I place my feet on the mattress and thrust upward.

"You promised, Jason. Do it." I demand.

He sees the challenge in my eyes and knows I'm ready. He retreats and then thrusts, and every single time he's deep inside me is magical. He starts with a punishing rhythm that drives me wild, and I rake my fingernails down his back, hurting him a little. That just makes him growl in my ear and push harder. I don't know what it is about this man that gets me in this state. I just feel like I can trust he will take care of me and my needs.

"Tell me what you need, Amber."

Our breathing is ragged, and drops of sweat from his forehead land on mine from all the exertion. I lick my lips and open my mouth, but nothing comes out. Then I gasp.

"My clit…"

He immediately reaches between us and starts a slow torture around my clit with his thumb. The added stimulation pushes me from the edge and right over it. My pussy convulses around his cock, and I just want to melt into this man's arms. My climax calls forth his, and his movements become erratic, and then they fall still as he comes in my arms.

I'm speechless, spent, and trembling, and I don't want him to move, but he falls to my side and then takes me into his arms. I put my hand over his chest where his heart is, and I can feel it beating rapidly. Will it always be like this?

"You are something else, Pixie." He murmurs in my ear.

I hold him tight, and we fall asleep in each other's arms. But I know the night's activities are not over just yet. My man is insatiable.

Chapter 4

Jason

It's time for my pixie to return home, and I find myself looking for a way to keep her here with me indefinitely. But the truth is I can work from anywhere, and New York is a good place to set up a security firm like mine. I've got the contacts to do it. What keeps me from making any sort of decision is that I don't want my tigress to run. I know she's strong and knows her own mind, but moving in together after a week would seem crazy to anyone. And she hasn't told her friends about me yet.—not that I know of.

The PI in New York has been following Bradley Michaels, and it seems like the guy is trying to get money any way he can. He's been seen with seedy characters that work for the mob. He's contacted Amber several times, but she has ignored him. The texts are downright abusive, and I swear if I meet this guy face to face, I'll beat the crap out of him.

My pixie sits on the edge of the bed, her suitcase beside her, but she seems far away.

"Hey, come back from wherever you are." I lift her face to look at me.

"I…"

"Maybe you should stay with one of your friends while I can settle things here enough that I can travel. Or I could set you up at a hotel. You love room service. They'll treat you like a queen."

"I need to face him on my own."

"He sounded violent on those phone messages he left. I don't want you to have to deal with him directly."

"I can handle him, Jason."

"Not if he gets violent,” I protest.

"The man I knew…"

"Is not the same man he is now."

"You don't need to come to New York. That's too much. You have a business to run."

"Your safety and well-being is my priority. Besides, I don't know how long I'll be able to be apart from you without going crazy."

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