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He pulled his semi-hard cock out of my pussy and pulled back to meet my eyes. “That was fucking amazing, Hellcat.”

I couldn’t agree with him more. I ruined it by saying, “Well, I do have some experience—”

“Don’t fucking say it, Lulu.” He rolled off me and got to his feet, looking down at me with a glare. “No more fucking references to what you did for the Desert Rebels. I know you whored yourself out to them. Well, newsflash, sweetheart, if we were to compare, I’d probably have a lot more pussies on my side than you have dicks on yours.” He pulled off the filled condom and disappeared with it into the bathroom.

For some reason the thought of Brody with all those women, giving them what he’d just given me, kind of pissed me off. “Okay, so we’re both experienced,” I agreed with more snark than I’d intended. After all, it was my fault for bringing it up. I moved to get out of bed. “I’m late for work.”

Shit.It occurred to me that I’d have to wear the same clothes I’d worn the day before, until I remembered that Brody had washed my clothes. They’d most likely be wrinkled, but at least they were clean.

He stepped back into the room, minus the condom. “I’ll get your clothes,” he said while pulling up a pair of sweat pants. “And, Lulu--” At his hesitation I met his eyes. “I still want to talk to you about something.”

“My car?”

“Not hardly, and speaking of your car, it’s not worth fixing.”

I sighed impatiently, “Then what?”

He shook his head. “Not now. How about I take you out to dinner tonight?”

I thought about his offer for a minute. I wasn’t going to fool myself into thinking that this was a date, but it would be nice to go out for a change. And dinner was harmless enough. “Not sure I can stand another night in the same clothes.”

He grinned. “I’ll pick you up after work and take you home first so you can change.”

He left without waiting for my response, and returned minutes later with my clothes. “I need to take Buttercup out.”

He left as soon as I took my clothes from him.

Yep.

Wrinkled, but at least clean.

Chapter 10

Brody

Shit. Shit. Shit.

The words chanted in my head after I dropped Lulu off for work and headed back home. What the hell was I getting myself into? I’d had her pussy one time and I was already feeling possessive towards her. Nothing had prepared me for the sweet taste of her lips, the feel of her luscious tits in my hands, or how hard her little nipples got when I sucked them. The passion behind her kisses had lit a fire inside me that I hadn’t felt since I was a fucking teenager. The touch of her hands roaming my body and the feel of her little claws digging into me had almost pushed me into losing control.

It had been the feel of sinking into her tight little body for the first time that had rocked my fucking world. I could still feel the snug fit of her wet pussy gripping my dick. Hear the sound of her moan as we connected for the first time. See the surprise on her aroused face as I bottomed out. She’d held nothing back. Neither had I. Years of want did that to a person. We’d fucking consumed each other in our quest to finally be able to appease the lust that had always been there between us.

What had gone on between us hadn’t been soft or tender, but more like the coupling of two wild and hungry animals ravishing each other.

Lulu had welcomed my brutal claiming of her.

And Ihadclaimed her.

The thought of another man touching her now set my blood on fire with a jealous possessiveness that made me want to kill someone. But I knew that for people like us, being exclusive wouldn’t work. I was on the road too much, and she was used to an active sex life. But I knew that the more I fucked her, the more I’d want to keep her for myself. In anger I hit the steering wheel.Fuck!That wouldn’t work in my life. Maybe I should reconsider asking her to take Lana’s place in my bed. I should just push her away like I’d been doing all these years.

She’d probably expect it.

I frowned at the futility of that thought though, knowing that out of sight didn’t necessarily mean that she was out of mind, and that I may as well be honest with myself. I’d lusted after Lulu for years. Now that I’d fucked her I wanted her all the more. It would be damned near impossible to put her back into a hands-off arrangement.

Christ, I still had the taste of her on my lips.

I thought about the rules I’d had in place for Lana, which until recently had worked out fine. No commitment, no messy feelings, no expectations. Just sex. If Lulu could agree to that, it would benefit us both. But could I put her in the same box as I had Lana and just use her for a booty call when I was in town? I’d have to. As long as I continued to work for Sanford, I couldn’t afford to get close to one woman and make her a possible target.

I pulled into my driveway, came to a jarring stop, and sat there for a minute, wondering why I was making my life so fucking difficult. The solution seemed easy, yet I wasn’t sure I wanted Lulu in any fucking box with rules, even if it would make my life easier and keep my dick happy at the same time.

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