Page 80 of Tempt Her

I mutter, “This is over three million dollars.”

“It’s not in his name, though.” Ford reads over my shoulder. “What’s GTD Holdings?”

Dumb blonde? Kiss my ass hanging out of my shorts.

“GTD?” I answer him, “It stands for Gentry Evans, Tanner John, and Derek Baucom. The three evilest men I know. Well, two are. I think TJ’s dead.”

“Stacey.”God, when Ford says my name.Why does it feel like destiny? “This is what I mean.” He tugs my arm, pulling my stare to his. “People are dead. Money is hiding. The rumors about what your husband does are sick. This isn’t a fucking game.”

“I know.” I put the papers back in the envelope and put it on the counter. “But this is it. The evidence I needed to find.”

Relief. Hope. Gratitude. It all hits me so hard.It was Ford who helped me find it.

“Thank you.” The words aren’t good enough. I touch his bare bicep. Sparks ignite at our touch. I let him see it in my eyes. “I promise Iamhelping myself. I’m getting out. I will burn his ass to the ground, and when I’m done, I won’t break you guys apart. I’d never hurt them or you. I’ll always be thank—”

His kiss grabs my praise. My promise. His hand weaves through my hair and captures my heart, too, but I flinch, nervously glancing at the camera aimed at us.

“I just cut wires,” he said. “The entire system is down… so I can have this.” His lips find mine again, and Ford’s kiss is atomic.

It bombs through me as he grabs my ass, pulling me against him to prove his force. Lust explodes through my body as his tongue invades my mouth, and I surrender with a moan. The soft tickle of his beard kills me, making me yank at his jeans, pulling him to crash into me harder. The planes of his body are concrete, and so is his cock urging against me. He kisses my jaw, gently biting back to my ear before he steams across it, “Know what I do to something that terrifies me?”

I cup his huge erection, stroking it, making him thrust into my grasp. “What?”

“I take it on”—he nips my ear, sending shivers to my sex—“until I dominate it. UntilI’min charge of it.” He matches me, cupping my pussy. “Is that what you want, Stacey? You want me to dominate you? Like I do my men? To be the boss of this sweet pussy too?”

“Yes,” I sigh.

Just being in the room with him, watching him get my back, making him laugh or worry, and wanting to thank him for his help; I feel so much around Ford. It makes me wet, flooding my veins with gratitude and greed.

He looks down at our bodies touching, at how his hand is clutching my pussy; the heat of his fingers is driving me insane. “You’re not a whore,” he says. “But you are wild. Wild and hot and beautiful as fuck, you know that, right? Say you do. That he’s full of shit because you’re gorgeous as hell.”

I can’t answer him, but I kiss him, showing him how he makes me feel. Yes, it’s wild and beautiful.

He retakes my kiss before growling, “Fuck, Stacey, say it. Say you’re beautiful.”

I stare into Ford’s eyes. They’ve gone from ice to ocean, and now I can dive in. Now I see who he is. And I trust him.

“I want to beyourwhore,” I confess. “I want to be your beautiful whore who fucks you and Mateo and Luke.”

He grabs my hair with the perfect pressure pulling my lips to his. “You want to be ours?” Teasing over denim and my bikini bottoms, he rubs my pussy, his friction igniting my fire. I match him, pumping his cock through his jeans. “You want all three of us to fuck you, Stacey?”

“Yes.”

I’m free. Standing in the middle of the kitchen where I was so lonely. Where I suffered so many cruel words and degrading touches, this isn’t. Ford’s my equal. I want him to be the boss because that puts me in charge.

“Strip off your shorts.” He gives me my first order as my teeth grab my bottom lip. I obey, watching him as I wedge my shorts and bikini bottoms down until they fall to my ankles.

“Open that pussy up for me.” He orders again, so I kick my shorts away and widen my stance, loving how he’s fisting my hair the whole time.

He gazes down at my submission and licks his lips. “I could just have you stand here all day with your pussy open and waiting for me, getting so wet for me.”

I huff, “I’m already wet for you.”

Sliding his hand down my tank top, I’ll even share my tits with him, but that’s not what he’s seeking to control. He wedges his long, thick fingers between my lips and finds my wet confession.

“Ummm,” he hums, “yes, you are.” He’s right there, barely pushing his fingers into my aching entrance. “Oh, this pussy’s so wet. It wants to be so bad.” Barely, he pumps them inside, teasing me, “Say what you’re gonna be for me now.”

“I’m gonna be your whore,” I sigh as he kisses my neck.

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