LOGINLauren woke to the sensation of large hands tracing over her body, warm palms sliding across her stomach, up her ribs, fingertips brushing the underside of her breasts. She groaned, her body aching in places she hadn't known could ache, every muscle protesting the movement as she tried to shift away from the touch.Wyatt had worked her over hard. Multiple times. Multiple positions. She'd lost count after the fourth orgasm, her brain turning to mush somewhere around the time he'd bent her over the side of the bed and fucked her until she'd been sobbing his name into the mattress.Now she cracked one eye open, squinting at him in the early morning light filtering through her curtains. He looked disgustingly well-rested for a man who'd spent most of the night fucking her senseless. His dark hair was messy, the stubble shadowing his jaw looked darker, but his eyes were alert, focused, that predatory gleam already there as he watched her wake."No," she groaned, closing her eye again. "Wha
The orgasm ripped through her with a force that stole her breath, made her legs give out. Only Wyatt's hands and mouth kept her upright as she came, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers, her body convulsing, her scream echoing off the bedroom walls. He groaned against her, his fingers working her through it, his mouth on her clit drawing out every last tremor until she was sobbing, gasping, completely wrecked.When she finally went limp, he slowly withdrew his fingers. Lauren watched through hazy eyes as he brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean, his eyes locked on hers."Hmm," he murmured, his voice rough. "I could eat your pussy all night. But my cock is so fucking hard right now I'm about to lose my mind."He stood, and Lauren's eyes went immediately to the bulge straining against his jeans. She could see the outline of his cock, thick and hard, a wet spot visible where pre-cum had soaked through."Take them off," she said, her voice hoarse from screaming. "I
"Don't stop." Her knees tightened on his hips, pulling him closer, grinding against the hard ridge of his cock through their jeans. "Please don't stop. I think I will kill you if you do."His hands slid under her sweater, palms flat against her stomach, and she shivered despite the heat radiating off both their bodies. His fingers traced up her ribs slowly, deliberately teasing her, while his mouth moved to her jaw again before moving down to her neck, finding that spot below her ear that made her arch into his touch."You taste like need," he murmured against her skin, his teeth scraping lightly. "Like want. Do you need my cock that bad?""I think I have been kinda saying that." Her hands fisted in his shirt, yanking at it. "Stop talking and take me."His hands gripped the hem of her sweater, yanking it up. "Arms," he commanded, his voice rough with barely restrained hunger.God, she hoped that meant she was going to get her endgame because she wasn't joking about killing him if he s
Dinner that night was simple but good. The ribeyes cooked rare for him and medium rare for her, just the way Wyatt had said he liked his, the meat almost bloody in the center. Lauren had made a crisp salad and warmed bread in the oven until the crust crackled. They ate at her small kitchen table. Wyatt enjoyed his so much he ate every bite."That was really good," he said, sitting back."Don't sound so surprised. Nana believed in home-cooked meals. I liked being with her."After cleaning up, Wyatt insisting on helping despite her protests, they settled into the living room. The evening stretched ahead of them, hours of enforced proximity in her small apartment. Wyatt set the front door warning system of tin cans."Mind if I watch the game?" Wyatt asked, gesturing to the TV. "Giants are playing.""Only if you watch Miss Congeniality with me after," she said, grinning at his immediate frown."You can keep your chick flick.""It's a classic! Sandra Bullock at her finest—""It's two hours
Whole Foods was busy for a Sunday afternoon. Wyatt grabbed a cart, his hand immediately finding the small of her back as they entered. That touch she was starting to crave. That constant reminder that he was there, watching for danger and protecting her."I need to make a call," he said quietly, steering them toward the produce section. "Stay close."He pulled out his phone, keeping one hand on the cart and watched the area while he dialed."Nate," he said when the call connected. No greeting. Straight to business. "We've got escalation. Liam keyed my truck outside Lauren's building. Left a message. 'Get lost ape, she is mine.'"Lauren couldn't hear Nate's response, but she saw Wyatt's jaw tighten."Yeah, we're clear. Made sure no one followed." A pause. "I know. That's what I'm thinking too. He's getting bolder. More possessive. Seeing her with me triggered something." Another pause. "Copy that. I'll send you photos soon... I was thinking that the building across the road has a camer
Lauren left her bedroom, expecting to find Wyatt in the living room doing his usual vigilant watch. But the space was empty. Then she heard it, the shower switching on. Her bathroom had two doors. One in her room and the other led into the hallway next to the spare bedroom.Right. He needed to clean up too. They'd both been drenched in sweat after that training session.She headed to the kitchen, opening the fridge to assess what she had. Not much. Some ham, cheese, bread. Condiments. A few wilted vegetables that should have been thrown out days ago.They needed to go shopping. Wyatt would probably want to arrange delivery, have someone else do it to minimize her exposure. But she hated that. Hated having someone else pick her vegetables and meat, never getting the right cuts, the right ripeness.She pulled out the ham and cheese, started assembling sandwiches. She made one for herself and two for Wyatt. Put them in the toaster oven to melt the cheese. Simple lunch, but it would do.B
After ending the call, Honey stood in the quiet penthouse for a moment, taking in her new temporary home. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of Central Park. The space was elegant, modern.This was freedom. Real freedom. But it wasn't her place or her home. She still might sell he
Tuesday, October 10th, late eveningHoney awakened from a light pleasure induced doze, her body still humming from the intense phone call with Sir. The hotel room cocooned her in its luxurious anonymity, a perfect sanctuary for a woman caught between identities. Her personal phone chimed with a tex
The day wore on slowly. Full of meetings. At 4:15PM they were all back in the conference room. Honey made appropriate notes, asked relevant questions, and maintained her professional facade.She and Sir had gone on to message each other all day. She had it in front of her tablet again so no one coul
"In the guest room, yeah." Defensiveness crept into Nate's tone. "Look, I know Trish can be intense, but she's family. She's been through everything with me."Grayson nodded, not wanting to push too hard. "I understand. I just... the timing of all this is strange. The messages seem… well, they’re j







