Page 172 of Dangerous Contract: Part 2

“And I’ll show you just how much I appreciate everything you do for me when we get home,” she added, her tone dropping just enough to make his blood heat.

“Promise?” he murmured.

“Promise,” she replied, her lips quirking up in a wicked smile.

Toya turned her attention back to the field, eyes narrowing as she tracked Denver’s every move. “Now, let’s focus on the game. I swear, if one of these kids tackles Denver, I’m going to whip their mama’s ass.”

Leo barely stifled a laugh. “Babe, tackling is part of the game.”

“They better not touch him,” she hissed.

He decided against pointing out how football worked. He felt sorry for the parents of those who tackled young Denver today. And if their fathers tried to intervene, he’d be the one to sit their asses back in their seats.

“Tell me you love me,” Leo demanded, needing to hear those words.

Toya glanced his way. “Do I have to say the words? Can’t I just kiss you?”

She had a hard time expressing her feelings. And he was okay with that. She showed him every day how much she loved him. But sometimes, he needed to hear those words from her lips.

“Say it,” he told her.

She sighed. “Leo, I love you. That should last you for a couple of days, right?”

He chuckled. That would only last him until he got her home and got her in bed. While he drilled her pussy, he’d order her to say it again, over and over, until her pussy ceased clutching his cock.Fuck, he loved this crazy ass woman. And to think, he never would’ve met her if his boss hadn’t kidnapped her friend.

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CAS

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Denver had decided to stay the night with one of their cousins, leaving Cas and Meka alone in the house for the first time in weeks. After Denver’s football game, which Denver’s team won, Cas and Meka said goodnight to everyone else and returned home.

Now, they were showering together. And the water was hot as hell because that was how Meka liked it. With steam rising around them, Cas carefully bathed her. His large hands glided over her beautiful brown skin as she talked about her day and the employees she’d interviewed forCurve Couture.

Her excitement was contagious, lighting her eyes with a joy that made his chest ache in the best way. If it made her happy, he’d set up a Curve Couture in every city in every state. But that wouldn’t make her happy.

She and her friends wanted to make this work on their own. So, he wouldn’t interfere unless they asked him to. He listenedintently as he ran the washcloth over her shoulders, down her arms, and along the curve of her back.

He watched how her eyes lit up as she discussed her new business venture with her friends. He was so damn proud of her and so fucking thankful for having her in his life. She calmed the chaos inside of him, making everything easier to bear.

And she didn’t try to force him to talk about his issues. Instead, she did all the little things she could think of to make him smile, and when he was ready to talk, she listened. He could cry in front of this woman without feeling weak or like a failure.

She cried right alongside him, holding him and encouraging him. She was his rock, and he wanted to be the same for her. She was his everything, and every day, he strived to be worthy of her.

After their shower, he dried her off carefully, taking his time, relishing the simple intimacy of the moment. When she reached for her robe, he acted on instinct, scooping her up into his arms before she could grab it.

“Cas,” she yelped, laughter in her voice. “I’m naked and still damp.”

“I know,” he growled, his cock already hard and ready to be buried deep inside of her. He carried her to bed and laid her down before climbing on. She scooted back until she was closer to the headboard.

Gripping his hard cock, he fixed her with a dark, hungry look. “On your knees,” he commanded, his voice low, gravelly, and filled with need.

Her grin turned wicked as she obeyed, rolling onto her knees and arching her back, presenting herself to him in a way that made his cock throb.

“Fuck,” Cas muttered, his hands gripping her hips as he bent forward, his lips brushing the soft curve of her ass.

He couldn’t resist her. He needed to taste her. Leaning in, he slid his tongue along her slit, groaning at the taste of her. She gasped, her body trembling as his mouth worked her pussy.

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