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“I know,” she whispered, blinking back tears. She never should have said that to him. “It’s just… your home… it’s so overwhelming for someone like me, Robert. I grew up with nothing. Less than nothing. Every time I had something to call my own, it was stripped away from me. When you brought me here, I just saw the differences between you and me and it felt… too much to bear.”

He nodded and then looked past her. “There are things I’ll never tell you, Veronica. Mostly because I can’t have you looking at me differently. Can’t have you hating or fearing me.” She tried to interrupt him to assure him she never could, but he gave her a stern look that stopped her before continuing. “I worked in the desert for a lot of years. Wasn’t unusual to sleep on the ground with dozens of other men. Also used to live and work in the ruins of bombed out cities and towns with no plumbing. Do you know what a bunch of dudes smell like after that many months with no shower? Ain’t pleasant, baby.”

She laughed and pressed her face into his shoulder.

“There’s a reason I took the money and came back here to start Senator Security,” he told her with a wink. “Running water and regular meals was top of my list. Fewer roadside bombings too.”

Though he meant it as a joke, her stomach still twisted at the thought of him living and working in a warzone for so many years. “Why did you come here?” she asked. “Did you grow up here too?”

He laughed bitterly and shook his head. “Was born in South Africa, but grew up in the States. Opportunity happened here. Vancouver has a thriving need for the type of security I can provide.”

She understood. He was able to provide both legitimate security and the type of security someone like Jay Le Croix would use. It hit her, all of sudden, exactly how dangerous Robert Senator’s job could be. She squeezed him tight, and then, with a reluctant sigh, crawled off his lap and stood up. He pushed off the floor with her and watched as she took another critical look around his home, noting the staircase that spiraled up toward the second floor.

“And the house?” she asked skeptically. “It doesn’t really seem like your type of place. I had you pegged as more of a messy bachelor warehouse apartment kind of guy… or a cabin. I mean…” she spun around, hands on her hips and scowled, “this is absurd. What do you even do with all this space?”

He shouted his laughter and caught her to him, picking her up off her feet and tossing her over his shoulder. When she squealed in protest he smacked her ass. “Needed someplace other than the office to entertain clients. You know,” he grumbled, “usually the ladies love this place. The real estate agent assured me it’s a fucking chick magnet.”

He strode to the stairs and began climbing them two at a time.

“Put me down, you hulking, giant cockroach!” she yelled. “Don’t you dare talk to me about your other women! I’ll cut them! I’ll chop them into little pieces. I might’ve left the streets, but the streets never left me. I’m a dangerous bitch… I’ll… I’ll…”

He tossed her down onto a mattress, much firmer than the one in her condo. She glanced around and saw that she was in a huge bedroom, on a huge bed. She tried to scramble across it, but he caught her ankle and began dragging her slowly toward him. She flipped over on her stomach and tried clawing at the dark grey quilt, laughing hysterically.

“You’ll what, sweetheart?” he asked darkly from behind her. When she climbed onto her hands and knees he groaned deeply. “Oh, fuck yeah. That’s exactly right, baby. That’s my second favourite view next to your tits.”

Laughing like a maniac she lunged away from him toward the pillows while he began working at the button and zipper on her jeans, tugging them down her legs. “What are you looking for?” he demanded.

“The serrated knife!” she gasped wiggling wildly against him as he tugged her jeans and panties free. “If I can’t slice up your other bitches, then I’m at least going to cut you a little for thinking about them while you’re with me.”

He chuckled and smacked her bare ass cheek with his huge hand, causing her to yelp and jump. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and shoved her forward into the bedding. He backed himself up behind her until he was able to shove his denim clad erection against the soft, vulnerable folds of her pussy. She moaned and rubbed herself wantonly against him, soaking the front of his jeans with her wetness.

He turned her head on the pillow and forced her to look up at him. “Haven’t thought about another woman since I set eyes on you,” he growled, gritting his teeth at the look and feel of her underneath him. “Never will.”

She jerked against him, slamming her hips back into him. He pulled her up and stripped her tank top and bra off until she was completely naked against him. Wanting skin against skin, he unzipped his own jacket and pulled it off, followed by his T-shirt. He felt so hard against her soft, smooth skin. She moaned and pressed herself back against him, savouring the difference. He grabbed her by the back of the neck again and pushed her down into the bedding.

She felt vulnerable and exposed with her ass still in the air, but only for a second. Because as soon as his tongue touched her vagina from behind, she was completely lost in a river of sensations. He sucked and licked like a man that had been denied for years. One huge hand was wrapped around her waist, holding her still, pinning her where he wanted her. The other explored her sensitive folds, gliding through her labia and circling her clit while his tongue was busy elsewhere. She would have loved to enjoy the oral massage forever, but in no time her legs began to shake and she found herself thrusting back into his incredibly talented mouth.

She yelled through her orgasm, loving the way he knew exactly when to push one long, thick finger in. She would have collapsed onto the bed, but he yanked her back up with an arm around her waist. “I don’t think so, sweetheart,” he chuckled in her ear, unbuckling his belt and shoving his jeans and underwear down in one swift move.

She shivered in anticipation as the buckle scraped down the back of her thigh. It amazed her that the things that used to make her feel fear and disgust were now flooding her with desire. This man was making her world glow in ways she never thought possible. She moaned and bit her lip, glancing back over her shoulder with a toss of her hair. He growled and grabbed her by the neck, arching her back for a ravaging kiss just as his cock began pressing into her from behind.

She gasped as he split her open, filling her until she thought she’d die from the sensations. He swallowed her gasp and then demanded more, slamming his hips against hers, taking her completely. She would’ve instinctively jumped away from him, away from the intense pressure filling her small body, but the arm around her neck held her still, forced her to take the intrusion. She gasped into his mouth, giving him the opportunity to fill her mouth with his tongue.

She melted against him, the dual onslaught of his cock and his tongue filling her body and her mind, completely taking over her soul. She let him have her, meeting his tongue, thrust for thrust, gasping for air when he allowed her enough room to breathe. He dominated every inch of her body, taking her to heights she’d never before experienced. He picked her up, forced her legs wide across his thighs and glided his fingers across her clit until she was screaming through another orgasm. As she was coming down he bent her over, held her down and slammed into her from behind until she was screaming and begging once more. Then he joined her, shouting his own orgasm in her ear and filling her with his hot come.

He was careful to roll onto his side when he was finished, cradling her back against his chest. She was panting wildly as though she’d just run a race. He grinned and moved her hair to kiss a tiny mole between her shoulder blades. She glanced at him over her shoulder.

“So, are we getting rid of the house?” he asked seriously. “Because it might be at a loss. Heard it was a buyer’s market.”

She frowned and reached out to smack his hip. He flinched when she came really close to slapping his semi-erect penis. “We’re selling it! I don’t want your crusty, chick magnet mansion.”

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