Page 22 of Desperate Desires

The woman was brilliant, strong, independent. She was also fine as fuck and yeah, this was cheating.

But if it took showing off my body to get her interested, I’d fucking parade down Washington Street in the nude.

Luckily, I didn’t think I’d have to.

I felt her lingering gaze whenever she walked into the room. Oh, she was professional, alright. But I was a hunter, and this little mouse couldn’t hide her reactions from me.

It amazed me that someone so educated and capable, so goddamn beautiful it hurt to look at her, was nervous around someone like me.

Yeah, I was attractive. And I knew it, too.

Being good looking always gave a person an advantage regardless of the situation.

Whether it was business or pleasure, people just tended to trust people who they found attractive.

I was lucky in that aspect. With my blue eyes, thick, dark hair, and a hard body I worked to achieve, I knew I looked good.

I wasn’t conceited, but I wasn’t dumb either.

If Michelle liked how I looked I was going to use it to my advantage to get what I wanted. And what I wanted was to get inside her hot little pussy.

Yeah, I was a man who liked to win. And sometimes winning meant cheating.

So when Michelle stood in front of me, all her plentiful curves just inches from my itching fingertips, and started dressing my wound, I let the towel slip down my hips and slide to the floor.

“Ooh,” she squeaked.

“What’s the matter, Doc?” I asked, my voice deep and gravelly.

“Oh, um, nothing,” she murmured, clearing her throat and trying valiantly not to look at my thickening cock.

But my cock was big. And she was tempted.

“It’s just a body. You’ve seen plenty of those in your line of work, I bet,” I said, hating that I was probably right.

I couldn’t help it.

The idea of her seeing another man like this made me see red, even though I knew that was a totally ridiculous response.

She was an adult, and she undoubtedly had a life before I broke into her apartment.

I just chose not to think about it. It was safer for everyone that way.

“Of course,” she agreed, but kept her eyes forward.

I grinned.

I always did like a challenge.

Reaching out with my hands, I dropped them to her hips, squeezing just because she was there.

So soft and firm beneath my heated skin. So fucking hot.

Desire roared through me like a runaway train, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Not that I wanted to.

Precum formed at my tip, my hands dipped lower, brushing the curve of her ass and Michelle froze.

“You mind if I hold on, Doc. I’m feeling a little bit lightheaded,” I lied.

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