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I don’t want to walk away like nothing happened. I want to make her mine. I want to take care of her, watch over her, and make sure that baby is safe and warm. I want to fix up this house and be her permanent date. I want to be the man she should’ve been with to begin with.

Instead of saying any of that, I stare toward her and wrap my arms around her waist. “What if it wasn’t one night?”

She laughs. “Oh, now I know you’re crazy. Should we check that caulk gun? Are there side effects to huffing too much of it? I don’t want the baby getting sick. I sleep in here.”

I hold her against my chest. “I knew you were going to be trouble.”

“What?” Her cheeks turn pink again. “I’mtrouble?”

“Oh,” I groan, “you’re so much trouble. Look at you… with that cute little face, all that hair, and these hips.” I scan her body like she’s prey, and though I should feel like an asshole for doing it, any chance at rational thinking is gone.

She bites back a grin, so I keep going.

“You say you’ve been thinking about big, rough hands. Well, I’ve been thinking about you and that little round belly.” I push my hand over her stomach and lean into her neck, breathing her in. “Let me satisfy you.” My lips brush against her neck slowly, and I lose whatever bit of control I have left.

A soft moan leaves her lips, and she darts a wicked grin toward me. “You know… I think we could work something out.”

Fuck!

Chapter Five

Mariah

I’m not sure anything has ever felt so good in my life.

Charlie’s hands are like massive blocks of fine sandpaper moving against my skin. They’re strong too, not that I figured any less. I knew from years of working with his hands that he’d be muscular and intense, but feeling their power is a whole other thing.

His fingers climb up the inside of my thigh as I lean back on the bed and prepare myself for whatever comes next.

How am I even here… laying back, with Charlie between my legs, with the scrub of his beard on my thighs, with his growl against my clit?

My entire body vibrates, and though I know I’m going to regret all of this come morning, I don’t do a damn thing to stop it. I couldn’t if I wanted to.

This is what I’ve fantasized about. A big, rough, eager man splayed between my thighs with intentions of seeing me come. Maybe we’re both sucking in fumes from the caulk.

Charlie’s tongue flicks against my soaked clit as two fingers slide inside of me. I think it’s two fingers. It’s hard to tell. He’s thick, and it’s been a long while since I’ve felt anything warm against my skin like this.

I’m going to combust.

He pauses for a moment and lifts his attention to my breasts, tugging them from my dress to suck, nip, and lick each one, moving back and forth before sliding back down toward my crotch. He does this intermittently whenever my thighs tighten as though he’s teasing the orgasm from me in a slow pull of wondrous perfection.

“I’m going to come,” I pant, fingering into his hair. “Don’t stop!”

I’ve never in my life been this close so fast, and I already know it won’t be enough. Nothing will until I get his thick cock from those jeans and have him sliding into me. No,poundinginto me without mercy.

He stares up at me and his lips curl into a naughty smile. A wicked smile. The smile of a man who’s about to destroy me.

I’ve never wanted anything more.

He dives into my core again, licking, sucking, biting, scraping his teeth against the sensitive, swollen nub between my legs as though he’s an animal, desperate to eat me alive.

I grind up against his face, scrubbing my soaked pussy against his beard as he growls and tugs at my hips.

“I need your cock,” I moan, thrusting up against his face. “I need you to spread me wide.”

He groans into my pussy and lifts his face again, toying with my clit, taking me to the edge only to rip me away. “You put your come in my mouth and then I’ll let you come again on my cock, but I need it this way first, trouble. Come for me. Let me taste you.”

Why do I suddenly love being called trouble? Why do I want to cause him all kinds oftrouble?

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