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It had beena week since that awkward conversation, and to be honest, I was starting to think they had changed their mind, which I couldn’t be mad about. I still found it bizarre that they wanted a sexual arrangement with a 30 year old mom.

I was sat in the back of the studio practicing different tattoo designs when the bell went. We weren’t opening for another 3 weeks. We had interviews scheduled this afternoon, and Star was going to come over and help me conduct them. She didn’t take no messing, and I valued her opinion. I stop what I’m doing and walk through to the front, not looking up.

“Sorry, we aren’t open for another few weeks yet,” I state as I remove the black disposable gloves from my hands.

“That’s good then. Gives us time,” a deep voice states. I look up and see Scar stood there, his hands in his jean pockets, and a fitted black T-shirt stretched across his muscled tattooed arms. The way it fits his body, just hinting at his broad chest and toned body. The memory of him flashes through my mind.

Coughing, I clear my throat, finally make eye contact with him. His eyes spark with amusement knowing what was going through my mind. “Hey, are you needing something?” I ask.

He turns and locks the door before closing the distance between us. “Oh, I’ve come for something,” he growls, his voice deep with a predatory promise.

“Oh,” I breathe in realisation. “Star is coming over,” I state.

He stops before me and glides his fingers along my jaw to the nape of my neck, where his fingers thread through my hair. Grabbing a firm fistful, he yanks my head back, tilting my face up to his.

“When?” he asks, our breaths mingling.

“After I’ve picked Oliver up,” I state.

He smiles. “That gives us...” He pauses, looking up at the clock on the wall. “Four hours.” His eyes flicker to my lips, waiting for my protest, waiting for me to stop him. Heat pools at my core, the surprise of him being here now gone. His other hand slowly glides under the hem of my top, his fingertips delicately grazing across my skin, leaving a ripple of goosebumps in their wake.

“You could have called,” I breathe.

“I did. No answer,” he replies, our mouths still millimetres apart.

I run my tongue slowly across my bottom lip. “Oh,” I breathe.

“Tell me what you want, and I will give it to you,” Scar demands.

What did I want? My heart pounds in my chest while heat pools at my core. The scent of him this close has desires surging through my body. I wanted to tell him that I want his mouth between my legs. I want his beautiful cock in my mouth and then inside me, but this was new to me. All of this was exciting and terrifying.

“Yes,” was all that came out of my mouth.

Scar smiles a knowing smile, like he’s not done toying with me. He moves his lips closer, brushing against mine as he talks. “Yes what, Rhea? Yes, you want my mouth on your lips, betweenyour legs? Or do you want my cock in your mouth until I explode down your throat? Or did you want my cock thrusting in and out of your delicious pussy? Which is it, darlin’?” he growls, fighting to hold back.

That I can manage to answer. “Yes. To all of it,” I breathe.

His mouth slams onto mine, his tongue invading my mouth, stroking against mine. A whimper escapes me when I feel his hard body, his mouth and his hardness pressing against my stomach. My hands eagerly move, as if they’re desperate to touch him. I press my palm over his bulge in his jeans. He groans, breaking the kiss as I glide my hand up and down.

“Wrap your arms around my neck and hold on,” he orders. I do as he asked, and his hand grips my behind, lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, trailing my mouth along his neck. His fingers fig into the flesh of my behind as I bite then swirl my tongue over that very spot. He starts walking us up the stairs to the apartment, but we only make it halfway until he places me down. “You continue to do that, I’m going to fuck you right here, right now on these fucking stairs,” he growls in warning. He leans back as I sit up slightly, lift my top over my head and throw it.

Feeling bold, sexy and desired, I reach behind my back and unhook my bra. Scar’s eyes roam over my bare chest, a deep rumble coming from within his chest. I don’t stop. I start unbuttoning my jeans and Scar steps back slightly to allow me to wriggle them down and off my legs. Thank fuck I had decided to wear my lace French panties rather than my comfy thread bare cotton ones. His eyes once again roam over my body and my skin prickles, like I can feel his touch.

When his eyes come back to mine, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a condom. He unbuttons his jeans, yanking them down to his thighs, freeing his large thick cock. a bead of moisture glistens at the tip and I lick my lips, remembering howgood he had tasted last time. He rips open the condom wrapper with his teeth, then slides it slowly down his length. I can feel the wetness pool between my legs. He pushes my legs further apart and runs a finger over my lace covered seam.

“How much do you like them?” he asks

I shrug, and that is enough of an answer for him, because the next thing he does is yank them hard, ripping them clean off my body. I gasp, watching as he strokes the tip of his cock up and down through my seam. I moan and try to lift my hips, slightly desperate to feel him inside me.

“Look at me,” he demands as he slowly, inch by beautiful inch, slides inside me until he’s fully seated. His muscles in his jaw tense as he stills. I try to move my hips, but he holds me still. “Jesus fucking Christ. You feel so fucking good,” he grits through his teeth. “I’m going to fuck you now, then I’m going to take you upstairs and fuck you with my mouth, while you choke on my dick. Then I’m going to take my time fucking you again,” he warns through gritted teeth. My lips part at the thought. “Brace yourself, darlin’. Things are about to get rough,” he warns with a smile. He pulls back nearly all the way, then slams himself inside me.

I cry out as he does it again and again and again. Each thrust of his hips is powerful and precise as he hits the spot, filling me to the hilt each and every time. He places a hand on the step by my hand and relentlessly thrusts into me. My nails dig into his back, and I lift my leg, anchoring it slightly around his waist, taking him deeper. The carpet burns the skin at my back, but I don’t care as pleasure builds within me. My thighs tighten around him, holding him there. He growls as he feels my walls beginning to tighten around him.

“Fuck, yes!” I cry out as my climax explodes. He continues to relentlessly thrust inside me, so close to his climax. His head tilts back as he slams inside me one last time, groaning as he cums.

“Fuck!” he pants. I smile as he looks at me. “Get your ass upstairs, darlin’. I am fucking famished after that,” he states, a predatory smile growing on his lips.

I can feel him beginning to harden inside me. I raise my brow. “Already?” I ask, stunned.

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