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“Yes. Now go to sleep.” I dropped a kiss on her forehead and pulled her against me, squeezing her tightly. I should’ve let her go back to her sleeping on the edge of the bed and two feet of mattress between us. I just couldn’t let her go.

“Good night, Mr. Sexy Grump.”

“Enough with that. Call me Micah.” Might as well tell her my name since we’re friends.

“Okay. Good night Micah.” My name on her lips sounded incredible.

For the love of God, what was happening to me?

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My back bowed and a moan bubbled in my throat. I raised my pussy to his tongue, begging for him to let me come.

Micah hadn’t been lying when he admitted to being mean the other night. He was cruel and merciless. But also sensual and magnificent, with a wickedly talented tongue.

“Please,” I cried. “Do that thing. I need to come.”

“You don’t show me mercy when you suck me off.”

“I thought you liked the way I did it?” I frowned, trying to not let him mess with my mind. I gave good head. Been told that dozens of times.

“I’m just messing with you. You’re the best cock sucker I’ve ever been with.”

I laughed and squeezed his head between my legs. I might be thin, but I was strong. “You’re so damn funny, aren’t you? I’ll have you know. I got paid top dollar for my blowjobs.”

He growled and glared at me. “I don’t want to know shit about you and your clients. I’ve told you that a dozen times.” He had, and I kept forgetting.

Turning tricks was just what I’d been doing for a couple of years. It had been my only job, and it made Micah crazy. It enraged him how Roland had pimped me out to earn my own money.

Admittedly, it wasn’t easy at first. My first sexual experience had been anal. I’d felt degraded and abused. But the money was excellent, and I started getting regulars who treated me better than Roland and brought me gifts.

“I’m sorry. I won’t mention it again.” I rubbed the side of his face. My building orgasm diminished. “Don’t you need to get downstairs for the club girl interviews?” I turned toward the windows and gazed at the beautiful Montana sky. Yup, I was in Montana and couldn’t be happier. It was probably around ten in the morning. Micah had kept me in his bed since the first night—three nights ago. And each morning, we fooled around but hadn’t gone all the way.

“They can handle it.”

“But you’re the president. Don’t you want to check out the women who will be showing you all a good time?” I was green with envy over those girls. As club girls, they would get protection and help with college tuition and grocery store gift cards. No upfront money, but it sounded like a sweet job. I hadn’t considered college because I couldn’t afford it. But I might if I had some financial assistance.

Micah hadn’t asked if I wanted to interview.

He studied my face for a long second. “Um.”

“You know you want to.”

“What I want is for you to stop talking and let me finish my breakfast. It’s gotten cold.”

I relaxed my legs and sighed. “Go ahead. Enjoy.”

“Did I say something to upset you?” He moved up my body and laid on top of me. He must’ve weighed twice as much as me, but I liked having him on me. I felt safe and secure. “What’s going on?” He appeared genuinely concerned.

“I understand the reason behind club girls. When you told me about how it worked yesterday, it sounded like you would treat them well.”

“We will. Being a club girl is a choice. I won’t stand for any physical abuse, and the girls can say no.”

“That’s amazing, it really is.”

“So why do you look sad?” He caressed my cheek with the pad of his thumb.

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