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“Hell yes! Only not now. Just the thought of being in a cold, dark, place messes with my head a little.” He closes his eyes, and I kiss him until he opens them again. “Though it will be a good test down the road.” I offer. He kisses me full, wet and deep. Our chat time is almost up. I can already feel him getting harder within me.

“Again?” I ask.

He thrusts his hips becoming fully erect. “With you lying naked on top of me? How can that surprise you?” He rolls us both over and sinks deep. I wrap my legs around him and let him slowly make love to me for a few moments.

“So we’re going to leave on Friday.”

He thrusts hard. “And you’re going to become my wife.” His hands curl around my shoulders and he hammers into me. I moan and arch into him.

“I cannot wait.”

“Let’s wait until I’m done fucking you.” He laughs into my neck and sucks on the tendon there.

“Yeah, okay, let’s definitely wait until after that.” I scratch my nails down his long back.

He kisses his way up my chin and to my lips. “Then again, that might not work.” Another powerful thrust, and I close my eyes, the heat building within.

“Why’s that?”

He power drives his hips into mine over and over, crushing his pelvis against my clit in dizzying bursts of pressure. “Because…” he moves again, harder and harder. A hand comes to my ass and lifts me up as he presses down and up at the same time.

“I’ll. Never. Be. Done. Fucking. You.” He punctuates with each thrust until I’m gone, leaving the plane of existence and entering the space where only beautiful things exist, and all of them lead back to him and our connection. By this time next week, I’ll be Mrs. Gillian Davis…if he ever stops fucking me.

Chapter Eight

Daniel

“Welcome to the team, Elliott!” My new boss holds out a beefy hand. His hand grips tight but is no comparison to my strength. I could crush him with my pinky finger, but instead of doing that, I just smile.

“Thanks Mr. Templeton. I’m happy to be here. I’ve worked some security jobs before but never for an estate like this,” I say with fake enthusiasm. The guy nods, adjusts his belt as if he’s important, and looks out the window over the vast landscape where a mansion sits at the top of a curved path. The guard’s headquarters is a small building near the front of the Davis Estate.

“Yes, it’s a beautiful home, and the owners are very kind, but security is tight. You’ll have to be alert at all times.” He walks over to a bulletin board and snakes off a flyer with my picture on it and holds it out.

I take it from him and look down at my smiling face. It’s one of the headshots from the accounting firm I left when I saved my girl from making the biggest mistake of her life marrying the fucker. And now I’m standing on the property where she’s likely holed up. It’s been a few days since the funeral, and I haven’t caught sight of her anywhere. She has to be here. It’s as if I can feel her presence.

“So this a bad guy or something?” I hold up the picture right to my face. “I mean, the guy looks pretty normal. He could even be my brother.”

The fat man looks at the picture and then at me with narrowed eyes. Maybe I played it too close, got cocky with the disguise having worked so well. I place my hand into my pocket and feel for the small pocketknife I have there. With a flick of my wrist, I could have it out and into his jugular in a second flat. Sweat beads on my forehead as the man assess me.

“Nah, he’s a pretty boy type. You look like you’ve got some balls,” he grips his sac. I laugh out loud, mostly because of the absolute absurdity of this man running the security team at the rich bastard’s mansion. It took almost no effort to get a job here.

“So what did this guy do anyway?” I hand him back the paper, and he tacks it back onto the bulletin board.

“Plenty. Killed a few people blowing up a gym.”

I act surprised. “Really? He was the one who took out that gym downtown?” Templeton nods, a grim line to his lips. Me, I have to clench mine to hold back a smile at the great work I did that day. I almost did mankind a huge favor taking out that prick Phillip. Another time, I promise myself.

“Yep. Also slit a woman’s throat at a yoga place.” Totally deserved I think to myself. The world is better without that tree-hugging hippie in it. Templeton continues, “Apparently, he meant to kill one of the chicks that’s staying here. Beautiful woman, big and pregnant though with one of the other fellas that survived the blast at the gym.”

Bingo. So Yoga Barbie and her bastard child along with Gillian’s first fuck are staying here. That has to mean that my girl is here.

Templeton rests a pudgy thigh up on the wooden desk. It groans and creaks under his considerable weight. “The reason we’re here though, and that there are armed ex-military walking the premises is because he kidnapped the boss’s fiancée. Well, technically the man who owns the place is Charles Davis. And Ms. Gillian, she’s the fiancée to his nephew, Chase Davis. You’ll see them come and go when you’re on point at the guard shack accepting visitors in and out. To start though, we’ll have you walking the grounds with another guard until you get up to speed on procedure.” I nod.

“So this woman, the one who got kidnapped…”

“Wait until you see her. She’s somethin’ else. Beautiful. Sexy in a way that has a man hard in seconds.” I bite down and clench my teeth together. It takes every ounce of strength I have to not pummel the fucker into the ground for speaking about my woman that way. Templeton looks off at the house again. “She’s up there now.” Those four words enter my chest, wrap around my heart and sends anticipation skittering through my veins.

She’s here.

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