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He had strong hands. When he took me shooting, I'd already known that to be true, but this was my domain, so strangely, it felt more intimate. “If you stop, I'll sing something for you.”

At that comment, he seemed to behave, as he stopped and let me work my magic. Ad-libbing an unfinished piece, I tested itssound out on him, as he patiently watched in silence until I was done.

“Look at you. A regular little nightingale. A voice like that could make a lad fall in love like the sirens that lure men at sea.”

“Again, I'm sure you say that toallthe old maids.”

“Stop it with the age thing. None of that really matters when you walk around looking like you.”

“You should have seen me when I was your age. Had that tight, perfect little body,” I admitted, as I reminisced about the past.

“Ain't no such thing,” Paddy argued.

“To men, there is,” I acknowledged. “My husband hasn't touched me since I had Elijah. I'm convinced he never will, even if I lost the baby weight. What I wouldn't give to go back to that. Now I'm just a lot to miss.”

“Well, Ilikethat you're a lot to miss. And I don't got to be your age to appreciate it. I don't know a lot of people walking around with a name like Pretty, but I reckon none of them live up to it like you do.” He had to be joking. He couldn’t really mean that.

“You say that, but you probably wouldn't be able to handle me,” I joked.

“The question shouldn't be whether I can handle someone like you. The questionshouldbe whether you can handle someone like me.” Paddy’s eyes bore into me like he planned to do something about it.

I don't know what came over me, but it being so long since I felt something that wasn't pain, stress or grief. His words. My attraction to him. The fact that he made me feel good at every turn. Overcome with lust, I leaned in, kissed him and had never felt more alive.

Fourteen

Paddy

Her lips on mine had been like nothing else. How long had I been fantasizing about kissing them? All full and sweet, and soft, and smooth. Kissing was one of those acts I steered clear from, because there was something about kissing that felt too damn intimate. You didn't need intimate to fuck a woman, but the feel of her lips pressed to mine made my cock hard and my hunger raging. She was beautiful. She was perfect. She was forbidden. The more I let my thoughts surge, the guiltier I felt, as I pulled back and gently pushed her away.

“I'm sorry, Pretty, I can't do this. Not after knowing I'm alive for this sole reason. I was likely born out of infidelity. I'm the furthest from being a holy person, but I can't make that same misstep.”

For years, I sat with wondering what would make a woman so willing to step out on her husband. But like Pretty, my mum had likely felt lonely. Unwanted. Unfulfilled. I had to keep reminding myself that like my employer, my mum wasn't just my mum. She was a woman too.

Shame streaking her cheeks red, she composed herself, meeting me as she came to a stand.

“I am so sorry for doing that. I don't know what I was thinking. It's just…” She paused, releasing a heavy sigh. “The things you say to me, they make me feel attractive. I just wanted to feel something. And now, I'm so humiliated I could die,” she said, covering her face with her palms. “Just forget it ever happened.” Taking her wrists into my hands, I lowered her hands to my chest.

“In case you were wondering, youarevery attractive. Not just to me, but by anyone’s standards. Anyone that doesn't see that is clearly blind. I say things because I mean them, and personally, you can't kiss me like that and tell a man like me to forget it ever happened. At the risk of sounding unprofessional, I think about you. The way a man ain’t supposed to be thinking about a married woman. You're brilliant and fiery, and women like you tend to be high on my list to want to tame. Thing is, I'm not sure I'm worth risking your marriage over. I'm not going to treat you like a lady. If you sleep with me, I’ll fuck you like a whore.” Her pretty brown eyes widened, curiosity etching into her heavenly features.

“I'm burdened with this curse. My whole family is. And what it equals to are degenerate things. Darker things. Sex isn't always going to be enough for me. I've got to give in to my dark side too.”

“At this point, I'd be open to anything just to feel alive again. I just miss feeling wanted,” she said, lowering her gaze to the ground. Lifting her chin with my fingertips, I guided her gaze back to mine.

“The things I do to you might make you feel like nothing. Might even make you feel worthless. But for me, you would be the complete opposite. You would be my focus, my whole world, my everything. But you'd have to just be open,” I admitted, my mind slowly changing about following in my birth father’s footsteps. She bit her lip, and mygod, did she look sexy doingthat. I could think of a few places I wanted to see those lips, but first she would have to give the okay.

“That's what I want to be. Someone's everything,” she confessed. “Youreverything.” I smiled.

“Well, if that's so, that little attitude and sass you give me sometimes will have to get left at the door. If you want to play withme, you have to agree to me knowing what's best for you in that space. That means no more thinking, no more worrying, no more being in charge. You've been forced to be strong for too long, and you need to let a real man take the wheel.” I sat back down on the piano bench, taking in her body as I scanned her from head to toe.

“Take off your clothes.” At my request she gasped, her brows furrowing in confusion.

“You want me to take off my clothes in the center of my playing room?” I took her hand in mine, rewarding it with a light kiss on it before doing the same to the other.

“What did I say about thinking? Throw away all those intrusive thoughts. You won't need them where I plan to take you. But if I have to give you an order a second time, I will make you pay for it in the worst of ways. Now…take…off…your…clothes.” She took a step back, undoing the buttons to her curve hugging dress, as she eased it off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground.

Lord havemercy,this woman had a killer figure. I was always a sucker for big tits, but her curvy, full legs was something I didn’t know I wanted, and her stomach looked so soft and worth grabbing onto. She had warm brown skin that welcomed some stretch marks, something I had found to be surprisingly sexy, because I was dealing with a woman and not a girl. One thing couldn't be denied about Pretty fuckin’ Washington, was that she wasallwoman.

She unbuckled her bra, releasing her alluring, heavy breasts as she rid herself of her panties, the curls that covered her mound in a neat strip. Taking her in a new light, I couldn't fight back the grin that formed in the corner of my lips. This body of hers was a work of pure masterpiece.

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