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  I watch as she blinks a few times as if she didn’t just hear what I said. “I said I want everything from you, Missy.” There’s no going back. I’ve played my hand now I wanna see what cards she holds.

  “I feel the same way, Tate,” she says softly, and I can’t help but smile on the inside.

  I grab her hand and intertwine our fingers together. “Come home with me,” I offer and immediately regret it. She probably just thinks I want to fuck her tonight. After all, that is all I can give her, right? That is what I dream of. And that is exactly what I want from her.

  “Okay.” Her breathless answer surprises me but I smile before I lean down and give her a soft kiss on her lips.

  “I’ll meet you at your house later,” she says before she spins around, grabs the door handle, and runs out of the bathroom, leaving me alone.

  I turn around and face the mirror. I turn on the sink and splash cold water on my face to help clear my mind. What did I just ask of her? And what did she just agree to?

  Sex. Plain and simple. I asked her to come home with me and she accepted with no hesitation.

  I place my hands on the countertop and hang my head as I give my dick a pep talk to calm the fuck down. I have a few more hours here before I can even leave, and I’ll no doubt have to watch her with Braxton the rest of the night. I lift my head and smirk at myself in the mirror.

  Doesn’t matter that she’s here with him. She’s coming home with me.

  ***

  Just like Parker had suspected, his father is not in any type of danger as of tonight. The only excitement I had was in the bathroom with Missy.

  And I was also happy about her and Braxton. They had not arrived at the party together, she had driven her own car. Things seem to be going my way for a change.

  “I want to thank you guys for helping me out tonight,” Mr. O’Hare says as we stand in the back room.

  “No problem, Sir,” Slade says as he reaches out and shakes his hand.

  “What exactly were you expecting to happen?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.

  He shakes his head as he lets out a sigh. “I think that there is something going on up at the precinct.” He looks over to Parker. “And I think you’re involved,” he says narrowing his eyes at him.

  “What the fuck?” Parker hisses with the accusation.

  He point his finger at him. “Don’t speak that way in front of me,” he says as his voice rises. “I am your father and you will show some respect dammit.”

  “The hell I will,” Parker throws back at him, his light brown eyes hardening. “You just accused me of being a crooked cop,” he snaps.

  “I didn’t say that.” He shakes his head. “I said I think you’re involved. Do you honestly think that no one suspects you of lying?” he asks and I can see Parker’s face harden. “I know you falsified evidence for your friends.”

  “Mr. O’Hare…” Slade says stepping up to him. “It wasn’t his fault…”

  “I know everything that goes on,” Mr. O’Hare interrupts him.

  Parker lifts his hands and pushes Slade back so he can get closer to his father. “Then you should know what all my friends went through. And those crooked bastards deserved more than what they got,” he spits in his face. Then he tilts his head to the side and cocks a dark eyebrow. “Tell me, Father, what all did you do to get to where you are today? Hmm? If you’re receiving threats, it’s because of something you did. Not me,” he states before he turns around and walks out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

  He goes to speak, but his wife picks that time to walk in. “Richard,” she greets him with a frown. “What happened between you and Parker? I watched him storm out. He didn’t even tell me bye,” she adds.

  He waves off her concern and faces us once again. “Thanks again, boys. I’ll call you if I need help.” With that he grabs his wife’s hand and exits the room as well.

  MISSY

  “Are you sure you want to go home?” Braxton asks as he stands by my car in the parking lot of the fancy hotel that hosted his father’s party. I wrap my jacket tighter around myself.

  I nod my head. “I’m tired,” I lie once again. When did my life turn into lies?

  “Will you text me tomorrow?” He reaches up and pushes a blond strand of hair behind my ear that the wind is whipping around. “Maybe we can do lunch,” he offers.

  “I have to work tomorrow,” I remind him, and I’m actually thankful. How will I face him tomorrow after what I plan on doing tonight at Tate’s?

  “Okay,” he says, leaning in and kissing me on the cheek. “Drive safe. And I’ll call you tomorrow.” He then turns and walks off to his father’s car that awaits him at the other end of the parking lot.

  I take a deep breath before I sink down into my driver seat of my red Honda Civic and close my door. I watch them drive off before I start my car and leave as well. I make a quick stop by my apartment and change my clothes. I might not be making the best decision of my life tonight but I’m sure as hell not going to show up over at Tate’s dressed in a dress that Braxton bought me.

  Once I change my clothes, I pull out my cell and text Tate.

  Me: On my way!

  I haven’t spoken to him since earlier in the bathroom. I tried to stay out of his view once that happened. I know he was jealous with that situation, and I didn’t want it to escalate more than it already had. But the reaction that he had seeing me with Braxton has me giddy. He really was jealous.

  I make my way to his house and pull up in the driveway. I sit thinking maybe I should back out and go home—my giddiness turning to fear. There are no lights on and he never did text me back.

  Did he go somewhere else?

  Did he already fall asleep?

  Just as I place my car in reverse, I see the front porch light turn on and then the door opens. Tate stands there staring out into the driveway in a pair of basketball shorts, and my heart starts to pound as my hands get sweaty. I should have had a few shots to loosen myself up before I drove over.

  I take a deep breath before placing my car back into park and turning it off. I get out of it slowly and make my way up the walkway, into his house. He closes the door softly behind me and then places his hand on the small of my back as he guides me to his room.

  I feel like I’m hyperventilating. I seriously wish I would have packed a brown paper bag into my purse that I could breathe into.

  We enter his dark room and he shuts that door as well. “I thought you had changed your mind,” he says as he turns to face me.

  I swallow nervously. “I, uh, I went by my house to change.”

  His eyes look over my black yoga pants and tank top and I suddenly feel like a child. Should I have put something sexier on? Lingerie? At least kept the high heels on? Men like women who dress up for sex, right? I was just thinking something comfortable. Not ‘oh my gosh’ sexy. This is way out of my territory.

  “I thought maybe you were already asleep,” I say trying to make small talk.

  He takes a step toward me and his upper lip turns up in a playful smirk. He moves slowly yet confident as if he wants to draw out my unease. “Are you nervous, Missy?” he asks, coming to stand in front of me.

  My heart pounds in my chest wildly as I look up at him and try to smile, but it just makes him chuckle. “Don’t be.” He reaches up and places his hand in my hair. I close my eyes and take a relaxing breath. Just the feel of him soothes me.

  “Tell me Missy. Why are you here if you’re so nervous?” he murmurs.

  I can feel his hot breath on my lips as he whispers and I moan. “Because you told me to,” I say breathlessly.

  “Are you telling me you’ll do anything I tell you to?” I continue to keep my eyes shut, and I can hear the excitement in that question.

  “Yes.” My body shakes. Did I just say that?

  He pulls his head back and gives me a soft kiss on my neck. “Good,” he says before he releases me.

  I open my eyes and lick my
lips. He stands in front of me still dressed in his basketball shorts with that same hard look on his face that he always has. It makes my stomach flip in anticipation of what he is thinking. He keeps himself so guarded—it’s hard to see what he is thinking.

  I stand there in the silence as he stares at me. What is he waiting for? Am I supposed to be doing something? Whatever I did in Vegas was alcohol induced. I don’t know if I can be that person right now.

  I take a deep breath, square my shoulders, and take a step toward him. A man like Tate wants a woman, not some little girl with no experience. I’m gonna have to fake it. I take another step closing the space and reach down before I pull my tank top up and over my head.

  I’ll make the first move. Because I want it. That’s why I’m here. Not because he told me to but because I wanted to come.

  Before my shirt even hits the floor he pushes me up against the wall with his tall body as his hands slide up the side of my face, pushing my hair back in the process. “Tell me to stop,” he says hoarsely.

  “No,” I whisper. My body is already trembling with want for him. Needing him.

  “I won’t be able to be soft.” He pushes me harder into the wall as he growls, and I whimper.

  “I don’t want soft,” I say honestly. I want all of him. Every bit of him. That’s one thing about Tate. He thinks he’s not good enough for me. He thinks he needs to be someone else. Doesn’t he understand I’m already in love with the real him?

  “Missy,” his voice breaks, and I know his control is breaking as well. He lowers his head to mine; resting his forehead on mine. “What are you doing to me?” he breathes.

  “Nothing yet,” I respond running my hands up his back. I allow my fingernails to dig in and his body shudders. I can feel his muscles tighten as I make my way back down his back.

  “What do you want Missy?” he growls, and his usual dark expression doesn’t change.

  “Remind me what it was like,” I whisper, trying to pull him closer to me. His body heat is setting my skin on fire.

  “Need me to remind you what it’s like to be fucked by a real man?” he growls, and I gasp. “Tell me, Missy—Braxton not cutting it anymore?”

  My mind screams shut up but my insides clench as he speaks of Braxton. I like the jealous side of him.

  I suck in a deep breath and lick my lips before I answer. “Tate…” His name is spoken softly, showing how weak I truly am for him, and he rewards me with a slow and sexy smile showcasing off those beautiful straight white teeth.

  He runs his thumb slowly along my jawline. “Don’t you?” His deep voice sends a shiver through me.

  I swallow nervously and then nod my head. I wonder if he knows that he already owns every part of me. “Please.” My voice is quiet.

  He pauses and his blue eyes darken. His body tenses and he shakes his head. “Don’t beg for it. Fucking demand it. Tell me what you want and then make me believe it.”

  I inhale sharply. Demand it? I’m not good at dirty talk. What do I say exactly? “I want you to fuck me.”

  His lips turn up slightly at the corners at how childish I must have sounded. “Not good enough, sweetheart.” He drops his arms and takes a step back.

  “Wait,” I say grabbing for his arm. I pull him back into me and look up into his eyes and tell him exactly what I’ve been wanting. “Fuck me like you’ve wanted me as much as I have you.”

  “Have you dreamed of me touching you again?” he questions, running his hands up my sides.

  “Yes,” I sigh.

  “Tell me what I do to you in your dreams.” He pushes his erection into my stomach, and I whimper.

  I swallow nervously. What doesn’t he do in my dreams? “You kiss me,” I say leaning back against the wall.

  “Where?” he demands.

  “Everywhere.”

  His hand runs down my side and slowly slides between my legs. He cups my sex and I moan. “Do I kiss you here?” He presses his palm against me and the motion has me standing up on tiptoes. “Do I?”

  I take in a deep breath as my sex clenches with the image of him between my legs.

  His other hand makes its way up the back of my neck and he grabs a hold of my hair at the base of my neck and he pulls on it. I gasp.

  “Tell me, sweetheart,” he breathes against my lips, “do I fuck your pussy with my tongue?” His tongue comes out and slowly runs the length of my lips teasingly.

  My sex tightens at those words, and I start to pant. He pushes his tongue between my lips, and I open my lips to allow him easier access. My tongue dances with his as his hand massages my sex over my yoga pants.

  Geez, why did I wear clothes?

  His hand stops its sweet torture. “Say it. Say, baby fuck my pussy with your tongue.”

  Doesn’t matter how turned on I am—how bad I want him to do just that, I still blush at his words.

  I shake my head, not wanting to do it. It won’t sound sexy. It will sound childish, and he’ll laugh at me.

  He pulls away and places both hands on either side of my face, holding it still as he lowers his face down to mine. “Don’t be shy, Missy.” His dark blue eyes roam my face.

  “I’m not…” He lowers a hand to my chest and he pulls down my bra, showcasing my breast.

  I gasp as my hands instinctively covers my breast. He grabs a hold of them and pins them to the wall by my head. He gives me a wicked grin. “You are,” he argues, and I try to remove my hands from his grasp. To my surprise he lets go. I go to wrap my arms around his neck, but he drop to his knees before me.

  I go to take a step back as he grabs the waistband of my yoga pants but I’m up against the wall. “Step out,” he demands once they are down by my ankles. I do as he says quickly, and he throws them over to the side of the room.

  He stands and wraps an arm around me picking me up. He turns around, tosses me onto the bed, and crawls on top of me.

  “Tate…”

  He places a finger over my mouth quieting me as he stares down at me. “You will tell me what you want,” he says, and my eyes widen. He removes his finger and runs his hand down the middle of my chest. His body slowly makes its way down my body to where he lies between my legs.

  Placing his hands under my knees he pulls my legs up and spreads them apart. They shake with anticipation as he stares down at me with those dark blue eyes. His finger dips into my panties, and I whimper, arching my back. “You want me to tease you, sweetheart?” he asks, and I lift my hips needing friction against my sex. “I have all night.”

  I turn my head from side to side. He’s going to torture me.

  He chuckles.

  “Tell me,” he whispers, lowering his head between my legs. I jerk when I feel his lips on my sex through my panties.

  “Tate,” I cry out arching my back. My body is wound so tight it needs a release. “Fuck me…” I pant. “Fuck me with your tongue.” The words come out sounding desperate, but that’s exactly what I am right now. Desperate for his mouth on me.

  I feel his fingers slide into my panties before they are ripped from my hips. Then his wet lips touch mine seconds before his tongue comes out and enters me in my most private area. I cry out as my sex tightens.

  “Fuck me! You taste fucking amazing,” he mumbles against my sex, and I whimper.

  My body thrashes against the sheets as his tongue slowly runs up my sex before circling my clit. My body bows when he places it between his teeth and lightly nibbles on it.

  I tighten my legs around his neck trying to fight the sensation that starts to creep up my spine. My body heats up and I start to sweat. He groans against my clit and his hands grab the back of my knees, spreading them farther apart as he goes as deep as he can, as fast as he can.

  I pant and my body thrashes underneath him. I arch my back and my neck as a strangled cry leaves my mouth when the sensation explodes around me.

  He remains between my legs, his mouth on my lips, as he takes everything it has to offer.

  When
he finally pulls away, I lie here spent and unable to move due to the best high of my life. Why have I waited so long to have an orgasm? My skin tingles and my heart races.

  I take in a few deep breaths as I hear him rustle around in his room. Then I feel the bed dip next to me before he hovers over me.

  I open my heavy eyes and look up at him. He licks his wet lips and then gives me a smirk. “I wanted to taste you for the longest time.” My body shakes as my sex clenches. “And you know what?” he asks, leaning down, bringing his lips inches from mine. “You tasted better than I could have imagined.” Then his lips slam on mine.

  I open up for him not caring that he just went down on me. I open my mouth wide allowing him to get deeper. He kisses my mouth just as rough as he just fucked my pussy. No softness and no holding back.

  I feel his hand slide down my thigh and my still shaking legs fall open. His fingers lazily run over my sex and I whimper.

  He pulls his mouth away from mine and my head falls to the side as I inhale deeply—trying to catch my breath. He places his hand on my face and pulls it back to where I have to stare up at him. He smirks. “You looking fucking beautiful like this,” he says softly.

  I close my eyes feeling sleepy all of a sudden. I feel his body heat leave mine as he pulls away. My eyes spring open as I’m flipped over to stomach. His hand comes down on my ass; it didn’t hurt but I cry out in surprise.

  “Up on your knees,” he demands and I scramble to do as he says no longer sleepy.

  I hear a wrapper being opened and then see something being thrown to the floor out of the corner of my eye.

  I shift on my shaky knees and a hand grabs my hip to stabilize me. I dig my face into the pillow when his free hand cups my throbbing sex. He grunts when he slides two fingers easily between my folds. “I could play with this pussy all night,” he says softly and I let out a long breath. “Would you let me, baby? Can I have this pussy as many times as I want tonight?”

  “Yes,” I whimper as I rock against his hand, needing more. It’s throbbing for another release.