I scowl at him, and he laughs and drives off the property. “Asshole,” I hiss as I make my way into the house and straight to my office.

  I’d love nothing more than to go and find Phoebe and fall onto her soft body right now, but I need to make these calls and get this shit taken care of. The sooner it’s done, the sooner I can impregnate my bride. I’m ready to have her broken in so I can ride her anytime I want.

  It’s a long time later when I finally get someone on the phone and sit back in my chair to listen to their side of the story. I’m playing with the pen on my desk as they go on and on about net capital and investment portfolios. I’m barely paying attention because I just want to get to the part where I tell them they can’t sell.

  My office door creaks open, and I’m surprised because Mrs. Birch never disturbs me. When I see Phoebe peek her head around, I smile at her, finally releasing a breath in my lungs I didn’t know I was holding. This whole time I’ve been trying to protect her and not think about the worst possible outcome.

  She steps inside and quietly closes the door behind her. I hold up my hand, silently telling her to come to me.

  She walks over slowly, and I see she’s got on leggings that cling to her thick thighs and round ass. I clench my jaw because she should be in dresses. I want easy access to her at all times.

  When she comes around my desk, I turn my chair to the side so I’ve got the phone against my right ear and she’s standing between my legs. I’m already so fucking hard for her, and seeing her bite her bottom lip makes me want her mouth around my dick.

  I tug at her leggings, trying to pull them down, and when she realizes what I want, she begins to help me. She leaves her panties on, and I point to the ground in front of me. It takes her a second before she catches my meaning and kneels. Her eyes widen when my hands go to my belt and I unzip my slacks. My cock springs out of my boxer briefs between us, hard and throbbing for attention.

  Sitting back in my chair, I keep the phone to my ear as I watch her lick her lips and lean forward. She grips me around the base and tentatively licks over the head. She closes her eyes, and I have the feeling she’s savoring the taste. Fuck, I’m not going to last.

  “Listen, John, I can appreciate your situation.” I have to swallow hard when her full lips cover my cock and she hollows out her cheeks to suck on me. “But I need you to work with me.”

  Gripping her hair with one hand, I hold her steady as she moves up and down, taking more of me every time. She’s so fucking good at sucking me off, I have to wonder if she practiced on lollipops. When her tongue circles me, I have to close my eyes because the sight of it is too much.

  “I’m going to send you a proposal in an hour. I’d like for you to look it over and call me back. I want to make you turning this down worth your while.” He says something on the other end that I don’t catch because I’m too busy locking eyes with my wife while she swallows my dick. “Yes, speak later.”

  As soon as I slam the phone down, I haul Phoebe up in my arms.

  “Did I do something wrong?” Her lips are so soft from blowing me that it makes me even harder.

  “No, I just didn’t want to nut on your face.” Reaching between us, I pull her panties to the side and see that she’s drenched. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”

  She makes the sweetest little whine as I rub my cock through her folds and push into her. I’m stopped by her tight barrier just a few inches in, and she cries at the pinch of pain.

  “I wish it didn’t have to hurt, but it’s past time for me to fuck my wife.” I push in a little more, and she stretches, her nails digging into my chest.

  I’m still not all the way in, but even halfway in I’ve popped her cherry, and I see the small streak of it on my cock. Fuck, I wish I could lick her pussy right now and taste it, but I’m greedy and want to cum in her like this.

  I brush my thumb over her clit, and she clenches around me and cries out. I do it over and over until she’s pushing down on it, ready for her own release. Using my other hand to move her hips up and down just a little, I jack off the end of my cock with her cunt. The sight of her on me is all it takes, and I toss my head back and shoot inside of her. Her own orgasm goes off at the same time, and she clamps down around me, desperate to hold on to my cock.

  Chapter Nine

  Phoebe

  My body is putty, and I’m not sure I’ll ever move again. I’ll lie here on Boone’s desk for the rest of my life, and right now, I couldn’t care less. That is, until he moves to kiss me. I gasp because the action causes more of his cock to fill me. I thought he’d been all the way inside, but I was wrong. I’m so full that I didn’t think I could take much more of him. I swear there is always more to this man. I know he came inside of me, and even now some of it runs down between us. It’s a mixture of both our pleasures, and I can’t say it’s not hot.

  “There’s more?” I ask between kisses.

  “There is, and as much as I want to thrust all the way into you, I won't risk hurting you more than I already have,” he says before he kisses me at the same time he pulls out. I whimper against his mouth. The mixture of pain and pleasure is not one my body is used to. “Don’t move,” he orders as he drops down to his knees beside the desk.

  I watch as he runs two fingers up and down the folds of my sex while his eyes are trained there. Each time he passes by my overly sensitive clit, I jerk. He keeps doing it until I’m moaning again. My body is begging for more already.

  “Boone.”

  “So damn greedy. Did you not touch yourself, petal? Give yourself some kind of release?” I shake my head as I start to blush. It’s crazy because he’s on his knees inspecting me between my legs right now. “I want words,” he orders, and his fingers stop moving over me.

  “No,” I admit.

  “I’ve been fucking my hand daily since you pressed your sweet little body against mine. You were begging me to have you.”

  “You’ve had me,” I point out. Will things change because he’s gotten what he wants? Will he only stay until he knows I have his child inside of me?

  “I’ll never have enough.” His warm breath tickles my skin as he leans in and swirls his tongue around my clit. He doesn’t stop until I’m cumming again for him. It doesn’t take him long to get me there, and more than anything it’s his words that turn me on. I pray they hold true.

  “I’ve got you,” he says when he scoops me off the desk and carries me through the house. He doesn’t stop until he’s putting me down on the bed a few moments later.

  “Boone.” I grab for him when I realize he’s not going to lie down with me.

  “I’m not going anywhere, petal, but I need to take care of you.” He strokes my cheek. How can this man be so intense and dominating in some moments and sweeter than anything I’ve ever known in others? I’ll never understand, but I trust him.

  I release my hold on him, earning me a smile as I roll to my side and watch as he goes into the bathroom. I hear him turn on the water, and a bit later he’s coming back out of the bathroom to get me. He carries me back into the bathroom and then lowers me into a giant bathtub already filled with water. I reach for him, and he looks at my hand.

  “You want me to get in with you?”

  “Yes,” I respond without a thought.

  “All right.” He strips down and then steps into the bath behind me. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me back to lie against his giant body. I feel so small and delicate against him.

  I turn to my side to rest my cheek against his chest. “Why did you do all this?” I ask, closing my eyes. I’m not sure if I want to know the answer. What if he says something about a man needing a wife and nothing more than that? As crazy as it might be, I think I might already be falling for him, and that would put a few big nicks into my heart.

  “I couldn't stop thinking about you. It started to drive me insane.” When I peek up at him through my lashes, he’s looking down at me as if waiting for his own answer.

  “I’m pretty sure you said something about how little girls shouldn’t be out alone,” I remind him.

  “You shouldn’t be out alone. Why do you think you live behind a protected gate now?”

  “Is that why you bought this place? To have somewhere to put me?”

  “I’m here with you, so I’ve put myself here too.” I stare up at him, unsure I’m fully okay with that response. I want more, but I let it go for now. I’m way further than I thought I would be at this point with my new husband.

  “Okay,” I answer, resting my face against his chest.

  “This is new to me, petal. Give me time. I’m not used to…” He trails off.

  “Answering to people.”

  “Married a day and finishing my sentences already.”

  A giggle shakes through my body, and when I look up at him again, a smile lights his face. I swear his normal dark green eyes even sparkle right now. He looks utterly happy at this moment, and he doesn’t seem bothered by my questions. I decide since he’s in such a good mood I should keep going.

  “What do you mean this is new to you?” I say before I lose the courage. I don’t really want to know about his past. I mean, I did when I googled him, but not so much anymore. Now he’s made the comment, and I’m curious.

  “I’ve never lived with a woman or answered to a woman either.”

  “You answer to me?” I turn more and sit up some in his lap. He’s still hard, and his cock brushes against my sex. I wince before I can catch myself, and a deep rumble leaves him.

  “Fuck, petal. Does it hurt that much?” He starts to sit up, but I press on his chest, and he actually stops.

  “I’m sensitive, but I’m fine,” I reassure him. He settles back down into the bath water.

  “Yeah, I answer to you. Everything I do now is with you in mind.”

  “Really?” I smile, loving the sound of that.

  “Isn’t that marriage?” he asks.

  “Not for everyone. Definitely not the ones I’ve grown up around.”

  “I want a happy marriage with you, petal. I told you yesterday I never want to hurt you.”

  “I thought that meant physically.”

  “Fuck no!” he barks. “I’m never going to hurt you.” I lean in and kiss his angry face until he starts to relax, and it shows me how true his words really are. With a few kisses I can get him to shift his whole mood. “Stop,” he growls when my kisses grow deeper and longer. “Greedy girl.”

  “You’ve done this to me,” I tease, nipping his bottom lip. Some switch has been flipped in my body.

  “We've got to get out of this bathtub.” I squeal when he easily stands with me in his arms and carefully steps out of the bathtub. He sets me down and then dries me off. “Mrs. Birch said you only had a few sips of tea.”

  “She gives you notes?” I lift a brow. I had a feeling, but I was hoping she might hold out some for me.

  “She was wondering when we might want to eat again. Should I ask for notes?”

  “No.” My teeth sink into my bottom lip, and he eyes me suspiciously.

  “I’ll let this one go,” he relents. “For now.” The smirk that plays on his lips has my heart melting.

  I think I’m falling a bit more in love with him.

  Chapter Ten

  Boone

  After I make sure Phoebe eats and I tuck her into bed, I go back to my office to finish what I started earlier. She was the perfect distraction just as I was getting to the point where I was going to lose control.

  Once that’s done, I make a call to her dad’s office and find out where he is. I think it’s time I go directly to the source of all of this, even if I have plans in place to protect my wife. I need to do everything I can to keep her safe, and that includes doing what I have to do when it comes to dealing with her dad.

  His secretary informs me he’s having lunch at Rosebriar, one of the nicest restaurants on the outskirts of Hollow Oak. Of course it’s also the most expensive, so I’m not shocked he’s there. I text Curt what my plans are, and he tells me he’ll meet me there.

  As much as my brother aggravates the shit out of me, he’s loyal like no other. Now that Phoebe is my wife, he’ll step up and protect her too. She’s my wife, so she’s as good as his sister. I don’t necessarily need backup at the restaurant, but having him nearby will make me feel better.

  When I pull up to the restaurant, the valet offers to take my car. I wave him off and tell him to leave it up front; this won’t take long.

  Inside the hostess offers to seat me, but I see Sherman Hawthorne sitting at the table next to the window with the best view. There’s a young woman at the table with him, and the hair on the back of my neck prickles. I don’t like how close they’re sitting together, even if it’s not my business. Phoebe’s feelings are my only concern, and this bullshit is embarrassing to her and him.

  I walk straight to his table without pausing and move to stand beside the young woman, not bothering to look at her. I keep my glare on Sherman, and when he finally looks up and recognizes me, his face pales.

  “Your friend needs to leave,” I say through clenched teeth.

  “Amanda, why don’t you wait for me at the bar?” He swallows hard and gives her a shaky smile. “I’ll be over in just a second.”

  “Why? I thought we were going to eat.” She stands up beside me, and I can feel her eyes roaming up and down my body.

  It makes me angry and, I drag a chair away from her and position it beside Sherman, taking a seat.

  “Fine,” she snaps, and then I hear her heels clicking on the tile floor.

  “She’s not even legal,” I say to him once she’s out of earshot.

  Sherman’s face goes from white to red in a flash. “She showed me her ID.” He has the audacity to look indignant.

  “I’m not here because of her.” I lean forward and notice he’s clutching his napkin in his hand like a coward. “Where’s the money I gave you?”

  His hands relax a little, and he shakes his head. “You’re not getting it back. A deal’s a deal.”

  “I paid you so that you wouldn’t go bankrupt, but now I’m hearing you’re running around town throwing around cash, and obviously paying for dates.” I nod toward the bar. “How much did you promise her?”

  “It’s not your concern what I do with the money you gave me.” He straightens his shoulders and leans back in his chair. “It turns out I’m flush now, and I’ve got extra to spare.”

  “Liar,” I hiss, and he cuts his eyes at me.

  “You don’t know anything.”

  “I know that if you don’t pay off those loan sharks, they’ll not only kill you but your wife and your daughter too. Do you think there’s anything I wouldn’t do to protect Phoebe?”

  He swallows hard but doesn’t answer me.

  “You’re still betting on a losing horse, and if you haven’t realized it yet, you’re the horse.”

  He stands abruptly from the table, and so do I. If he wants to cause a scene, I’m more than happy to help him do it. I hear someone come up behind me, and I instantly know it’s Curt.

  “Don’t tell me I missed all the fun,” he says as he claps Sherman on the back.

  “This discussion is over,” Sherman says, moving away from Curt’s touch.

  “Here’s what you’re going to do,” I say, poking my finger in his chest. “You’re going to use what money you’ve got left to pay off your debts. Then you’re going to sell everything you have to finish paying off what you’ve already spent.”

  “And be left with nothing?” He looks horrified at the thought. “How will I live?”

  “Like a man who tried to correct his mistakes.” I lean in close to him. “Because what you’re doing right now makes you lower than the loan sharks who will kill you if you don’t.”

  “You don’t know that.” Even his words don’t sound believable.

  I can’t help but laugh, shaking my head. “I know that you’ve got about forty-eight hours until the hammer falls. If I were you, I’d start making amends now instead of trying to fuck a minor and blowing all your money on a failing business.”

  The last part of my sentence is the only thing that gets a reaction out of him before he schools his features once more. He tugs slightly on the knot of his tie and swallows hard.

  “I need more money,” he says softly. “Listen, I know I’ve made some mistakes, but I’m an addict.”

  Now he’s trying to push his bleeding-heart story on me for more cash? Fuck this guy.

  “When you do those things, I’ll make sure you’re taken care of, but not until then. Do you understand me? You will pay them what you have, then you’ll sell everything to make up the difference. When that’s done, we can talk.”

  He doesn’t agree, but he doesn’t tell me to stick my offer up my ass either. Instead he glares at me and then at Curt before he pushes past us and heads to the front door. Thankfully, he leaves the young woman at the bar. At least he’s made one decent choice today.

  “I need to go,” I say to Curt. “I don’t want to leave Phoebe alone for too long.”

  “What about the girl?” He nods to the bar, obviously having seen more than I realized.

  “Take care of it.” I sigh. “The last thing I want for my wife right now is a scandal.”

  “It’s done.” He nods and makes his way to the bar.

  There’s something about this that doesn’t feel right. Maybe it’s because I’m not next to Phoebe right now, but there’s a feeling in my stomach that has me nervous. I need to get home and lay eyes on her to make sure she’s okay. I know I’ll feel better once this situation with her father is handled.

  Chapter Eleven

  Phoebe

  One of these days I’m going to wake up and my husband is going to be in this bed with me. Even though he’s not in the bed, I can’t help but smile. I know it’s nuts, but I think I’m in love. This man bought me days ago, and here I am thinking I’m in love with him. Pretty sure Stockholm syndrome takes longer to kick in, so it must be real.

 

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