Page 95 of Truck Stop Titan

Warm candlelight cast dancing shadows across the white tiles, licking Moriah’s skin with sultry radiance. She lay with her head back, knees up, eyes closed, bubbles to her chin.

I watched from the doorway, unsteady, unsure, unable to tear my eyes from that peaceful, freckled face, or the way those lips moved as she sang along to the music coming from the portable speaker, something about feeling a rush, having a crush, and hoping it’s not too much.

The room smelled like fresh cookies, and my insides warmed at the overload of stimuli. I should’ve respected her wishes. Gave her time alone. I’d tried. Made it out the door. Down the hallway. Had my finger on the elevator call button before an icy freeze washed over me, halting my retreat.

I had nowhere to go. Nowhere I belonged. Sure, I had a permanent suite at the mansion, but I was nothing but a tick in that vast space, desperately searching for somewhere warm and fleshy to land, somewhere to burrow deep and draw sustenance.

Moriah was my place. My somewhere to be. My flesh and blood home.

I toed off my boots outside the door. Caught her attention when I ditched my jeans, T-shirt, and boxers on the bathroom floor. Those hungry eyes scanned every inch of my skin in silent appraisal.

I squatted, dropping a kiss on that lush mouth, expecting a fight, so fucking thankful when instead, she moaned into my mouth, her knees falling to the sides.

I released her lips, holding her wanton gaze, skimmed a palm down her belly, then worked that bundle of nerves between her legs, challenging her to complain, or push me away.

Instead, my gorgeous woman dropped her head back on the ledge, and she rode my hand, curling those hips into my fingers, heavy lidded gaze on mine, silently begging,more,more,more. Water splashed. She panted. Too soon, she slapped a hand around my neck, her body arching while she came undone, curling into me, burying her face in my arm, whispering, “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.”

For a long moment she held me, breaths heavy, and I pushed my finger between her folds, a slow tease, letting her know we were not finished.

A new song played over the speaker, slower than the last, haunting almost, a man singing to his lover. Moriah slid deeper into the bubbles.

I stepped into the lukewarm water. Wasn’t pretty, settling into the tub, even though the thing was wide enough to hold three people, but I managed. I’d never felt less a man sinking into a mountain of bubbles, but I’d never been more thankful to be a man when Moriah slid her foot up and down the length of my aching cock.

She smirked. “You didn’t leave.”

“No.” I sank lower, bracing her small hips with my feet, and studied her mischievous expression. “You mad at me?”

Fuck. That smile.

She made me wait before saying, “I look mad?” then added her other foot to the rub and tug, gnawing on her bottom lip.

God, her feet were soft. And she knew how to use them, working me to diamond hard and ready to blow. I swallowed a moan.

“What song were you listening to just now, when you came all over my hand?”

Her lips parted, a soft breath escaping. “‘Crush.’”

“That’s going to be our song.”

“We have a song?”

“We have a song.”

“Dane.” She sat straighter, tucked her toes under my ass, swiped bubbles off her chin. “That’s a couple’s thing.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” I reached between my legs and snatched her foot, pulling it to my chest. “Don’t make me say it again.”

She couldn’t hide her grin. “Will you keep working with Tito?”

“They’ve hired me full-time at the mansion. My official title is groundskeeper.” I rubbed the soft spot on her ankle, applying extra pressure where I knew she’d feel the pleasure between her legs.

“But that’s not all you’ll be.”

“No. That gonna be an issue?”

With a sigh, Moriah reclaimed her foot and sat up straight, placing her hands on my knees, hitting me with a hard glare. “I get the feeling it won’t matter. You’re gonna do what you gotta do, right?”

“There are more Mims out there, gorgeous. Little girls, helpless and hurting. I don’t think I could turn Moretti down even if you held a gun to my head.”

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