Page 8 of Salvage Him
"Whoo." He inhaled and got himself under control. "You really think I would live in a place like this? It's as dirty as your first apartment." He grabbed my hand and took me back outside. Mr. O'Connell, standing in the same spot we left him, sighed inrelief.
"Why are we here?" Iasked.
Paul dragged me out the front gate. He turned me around and placed his hands on my hips. He pressed himself into my backside. His dick rubbed across my ass. I scooted away, but he pulled me firmly back with agrunt.
"I did buy thehouse."
I looked over myshoulder.
"So we can knock it down and build ourdreamhome."
I turned back to the house. A smile crept onmyface.
"Dream home," Iwhispered.
Paul ignored me as he practically dry humped me in broaddaylight.
We moved so often and stayed in whichever high rise he worked on. They were beautiful apartments, but I'd lived in an apartment all my life. I wantedahome.
I never imagined it would be in Dallas, Texas, but as I looked down the street, at the neighborhood, I gotexcited.
Highland Park would be a nice place tocallhome.
