Page 2 of Come Inside

Even so, I had zero regrets about my company; my only regret was my choice in men. Something I had in common with my bestie, Izzy.

Speaking of…

“I need to call Izzy, she’s been having issues with her current trash of the month, Harry.”

Kazi sighed exasperatedly. “That woman is ridiculous, it makes sense you two are friends.”

“Yeah, so why are you and I friends?” I laughed pushing my shoulder into his side.

“Good point, though you do also pay me.” Kazi finally relaxed, leaning further into me and chuckling a bit.

I could feel the heat of his skin even through the suit he currently wore, but I tried my best to ignore it and my body’s response to him.It was getting more and more difficult. At some point I would have to acknowledge my growing feelings. But not today. “Hardee har har. You and I both know you wormed your way into my life on your own. I just offered you money after the fact.”

It was true, Kazi was one of the first people I befriended when I ran from my hometown and made the trek out to California. He had always been kind, soft, non-threatening. Others may think that boring and not be interested. But to me? It had the opposite effect.

I thought I would fit in here easily after growing up in Florida. I could not have been more wrong.

But that was okay, I had a company to start up and didn’t have much time for fun. In fact, the only time I did enjoy myself was at a local comedy club which was where I met Kazi.

Kazi bent over until his breath was in my ear. “I’ll go set up for our next appointment. You aren’t meeting Liam alone tonight. You know the rules.”

“Fine.” I knew Kazi wouldn’t take no for an answer. Persistent as fuck, it was why he was in my life at all. I didn’t make new friends. Izzy was all I needed; she was the rock that kept me together. Even if she was hundreds of miles away in New York.

He offered me one more warning look, his eyes narrowing, mouth flattening into a line, before exiting my office, shutting the door behind him.

Minimizing the schedule on my computer, I moved to new applications in our main database that hadn’t been processed yet. My company,Darkest Desires,was in its peak and we had a surplus of applicants everyday. I usually didn’t even look through them until their background checks were completed by my team of investigators, but I needed something to focus on.

I scrolled through the pictures before stuttering to a stop, my finger hovering in midair above the mouse.

Striking sage green eyes stared back at me, but that’s not what caused me to pause.

I found myselfattractedto the man in the photo. I could count on two hands the people I had been drawn to in my life. I lifted my finger up in a haze, tracing the outline of the man’s sharp jaw, a thin salt and pepper beard covering it. I moved up his face to his shaggy hair that was cropped shorter on the sides and styled on top. It was burgundy with unmistakable grays throughout.

I’m not sure what caused me to peruse further. Perhaps the need for a distraction from Kazi? Maybe the desperate need to pull my mind away from my stalker?

I clicked on his profile.

Forty-six, lived nearby, interested in trying several kinks.

One specifically stood out to me.

Breeding.

My belly pulsated with unexpected desire. A primal urge was riding me. The thought of being filled with cum swirled into my mind, and I rubbed my thighs together in response.

This is new.

As was the interest in a much older man.

Perhaps my daddy issues are finally taking center stage.

Smothering my chaotic thoughts, I read further. He was single, had a vasectomy, and was interested in someone close to his age.

Close tohisage.

I certainly wasn’t that.

Disappointment coursed through me, immediately followed by surprise.

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