Page 11 of Faking It with the Enforcer

For me.

Fucking Christ, do I want that. I barely even know her, but I want that.

The thought of coming home to Emily after a long day, after a road trip, after a hard loss…it does something to me. Like it’s changing me, rearranging my DNA.

I walk through the door to my penthouse and she’s right there, wearing nothing but a silky robe. I stalk towards her, her smile turning deliciously sweet as I back her up against the wall.

“Hey, baby,” she whispers, her breath fanning over my skin.

“Daddy’s home, little one,” I say, and then I’m kissing the absolute shit out of her, drinking in her soft moans like a man dying of thirst. Her lips are soft as I kiss her fiercely, her body pliant against mine.

I can taste her vanilla lip balm and the mint of her toothpaste, and it makes me want to devour her. I lift her up, her legs wrapping easily around my waist, her tiny body pressed against mine.

“I missed you so much,” she says, and I hold her tighter, walking us toward the bedroom.

Our bedroom.

“Show me,” I growl, tossing her down on the bed. Her robe falls open and she shyly spreads her legs, flashing her pretty little cunt at me.

“So much, Wolf. I need you. Please. Daddy, please.”

“Fuck,” I grind out, shucking my clothes in record time and climbing on top of her, my weight pressing her into the mattress. “I’m gonna kiss every single freckle.” I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, making her back bow off the mattress. “And then I’m gonna kiss your sweet little pussy until you come for me, little one.” I slide my hand between her legs, finding her hot and slippery for me. “And after you’ve come on my tongue, I’m gonna make you come again with my cock buried inside your hot cunt.”

She nods, her cheeks pink. “Yes, Wolf. Take me. I’m yours.”

“Tell me how you want it,” I say, circling her hard clit.

“Slow and deep so I can feel every inch of you inside me.”

A car alarm goes off briefly on the other side of the parking garage, startling me out of my filthy fantasy. My cock is throbbing, leaking into my boxers.

Fuck. I’m so hard it hurts right now. My jagged breaths are fogging up the windows of my SUV. I shift in my seat, adjusting my erection, trying to will it away with thoughts of hockey and sad pet adoption commercials.

But it doesn’t work. All I can think about is Emily. Her smile. Her laugh. Her body. How every new thing I learn about her only makes me want more. How every time she blushes because of me, it makes me feel like a goddamn king.

I’m just about to pull out of the parking spot when my phone buzzes with a text message. My heart does a stupid little dance when I see that it’s her.

Emily: I’m done for the day, but there’s no rush. I can wait.

A grin spreads across my face as I type out my reply.

Wolf: Your timing is perfect. Practice just finished and I can be there in about twenty.

My heart is suddenly pounding with an anticipation I haven’t felt in years. I navigate the city streets, my brain buzzing, my grip tight on the steering wheel. There’s a tightness in my chest that I somehow know won’t ease until I see her.

It takes a few minutes longer to get there than I’d like because of traffic, and when I arrive, I find a spot across the street from the prestigious ballet school. I spot Emily standing just outside the front doors, bundled up against the cold. Her gorgeous red hair streams from beneath her white toque, the fiery waves whipping around her face.

I smile, heat blooming across my chest, but my grin falters when I see that she’s not alone.

A tall, slender man stands close to her—too close—and he lays his hand on her arm as he says something. Emily shifts away, nodding without saying much. He says something else and she shrugs, her shoulders stiff and high around her ears.

Whoever this guy is, he’s making her uncomfortable.

Something primal and protective surges inside me, eating me up. I feel the same rush of adrenaline I get when I line up a guy for a massive hit on the ice. The same rush when the gloves come off and punches fly.

I slam my door behind me as I exit my vehicle and stride toward them, my jaw clenched. As I approach, the man looks up, his eyes meeting mine. He smirks at me and never have I wanted to punch someone so badly in my life, and I literally get paid to punch people for a living.

I’m ready for a fight, which is completely insane because I have no idea who this guy is, or if he’s done anything beyond make Emily uncomfortable.

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