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“My business revolves around fit men, but I’ve never met anyone as perfect as you,” she murmured as her hand skimmed higher to his pecs.

That was it. There was only so much a mere mortal man could take.

In one fell swoop, he scooped her up, ignoring her startled gasp, and came down on top of her. That gasp quickly turned into a whimper as their bodies aligned. Her eyes rounded at the proof of his desire for her. She widened her legs, allowing him to settle more firmly against her, and it was his turn to moan.

“You’re the perfect one,” he rasped as his hand cupped her lace-covered breast. She closed her eyes and arched against him as his thumb stroked her nipple.

Despite the fact that there was barely any material in the bra, he wanted it off. Now. He made quick work of the front clasp, and then she was bare before him. His mouth replaced his hands, and she dug her fingers into his scalp. As much as he loved what he was doing, it’d been too long since he’d tasted her lips, so he captured them in a heated, passionate kiss.

He broke contact long enough to confess, “I want you, Liliana. More than my next breath.”

She pulled his head back down for another scorching kiss before murmuring against his lips, “I want the same thing, Luca.”

That was all it took. He wanted to go slow, worship her body the way it was meant to be revered, but his control was slipping faster than an Olympic champion sprinter out of the blocks. He made quick work of his boxers and grabbed the condom he’d optimistically stashed beside his phone. Before he could rip it open, Liliana snatched it from his fingers and did the job herself, humming appreciative words as she rolled it on. Luca gritted his teeth, mentally chastising himself for his lack of self-discipline. He wasn’t a high school kid anymore. He was an experienced man and should be able to last more than a nanosecond.

When he couldn’t take it any longer, he reached for the scrap of lace between her legs and yanked it down. Then all he could do was stare. She truly was the most gorgeous woman he’d ever met.

Liliana didn’t give him time to linger. She hooked her heels over the back of his thighs and pulled him down. Not one to disappoint, he sank into her and groaned deeply. Her inner muscles clenched him as her nails bit into his back. He needed to move, but he was almost powerless to do so. The sensations were like nothing he’d felt before. He slid out and in, picking up the rhythm. Her body gripped him tightly like an iron fist, and the tenuous string holding back his restraint snapped.

One of them was getting louder. He wasn’t sure who, but he had just enough sanity remaining to keep his coworkers from knowing what was happening. He covered Liliana’s mouth and let go. The orgasm rushed through him like category-five hurricane winds, depleting him until nothing was left, and he collapsed bonelessly on top of her. Thank heavens he’d lasted long enough for her to climax twice . . . or was it thrice?

“Wow,” she gasped into his ear. “I thought I might seriously shatter into a billion tiny pieces after the third one.”

Luca couldn’t stop the smug smile. A trifecta. Not bad for their first encounter. Not one to stand on his laurels, it gave him something to shoot for the next time they made love.

Chapter Thirteen

Daisy May Lewis adjusted her tube top and checked the photo she kept of Jackie Joe, or J.J., her baby, inside a locket necklace shaped like a flower. He was the reason she was out on the street, selling her body to anyone who would pay.

J.J.’s father had split before he was born, leaving Daisy May with no money and bills to pay. She had dropped out of high school, so she didn’t have an education to fall back on. The only jobs she could get required her to be on her feet for hours on end, like working in a restaurant or a grocery store checkout. Standing that long became impossible as her pregnancy progressed.

When she couldn’t make rent, she’d lost the furnished apartment where they’d been living and had to bunk at a women’s shelter. What few possessions she had fit into a battered suitcase. Once J.J. was born and she looked at his sweet face, she knew she would do whatever it took to make sure he had a good life. She’d come from an abusive home with parents who fought constantly and hit her regularly. Growing up, she didn’t have role models to show her how to be a good parent, but Daisy May thought she could do the job. J.J. would always know his mother loved him.

Six weeks after J.J. was born, the shelter had speakers come and talk to the women to encourage them to better themselves. Something one of them said had stuck with her: if you are good at something, do it. The only thing Daisy May had ever excelled at was sex. Frankie, J.J.’s father, had always told her she was talented. Though she’d initially been scared, she’d quickly gotten the hang of it. And gosh darn it, she was good at it. Some johns were even regulars and came back often.

The most challenging part had been asking one of the women at the shelter to watch J.J. at night. She couldn’t tell her where she was going for fear she would turn her into child services, and they would take her baby from her. She would not let that happen.

Daisy May had taken the clothes she’d purchased at a second-hand store with money she’d gotten from begging on the streets. It had been humiliating to ask strangers to hand over cash, but some generous people did. She’d shamelessly used J.J. as her excuse for needing the money, and it had worked. She was able to select a wardrobe that was more suited to her new profession.

Since Daisy May couldn’t change at the shelter or someone would figure out what she was doing, she had walked to the bus station and used their public restroom. Then she’d gone to the area known for street walkers.

She had been so nervous at first. What if she got picked up by a psycho? Or a man who wanted to hurt her? Frankie had hit her plenty, so it wasn’t like it would be the first time. As she approached the corner, she’d encountered an amazon of a woman with the most beautiful black skin Daisy May had ever seen. The woman’s hair was long and braided, and her outfit had showcased her ample assets.

“You’re new.”

Daisy May had looked around to see who the woman was talking to, but no one else was there. “Yes.”

“You got representation?”

Daisy May had no idea what she was talking about.

“A pimp, honey. You got one?”

“Oh, no. It’s just me.”

“You be careful. It’s a scary world out there. What’s your name?”

“Daisy May Lewis.”

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