It wasn’t until I went into her office and she was on me that I knew what she wanted. I was more than happy to give her that. She’d taken me by surprise, but I think I surprised her when I picked her up, placed her on her desk, ripped her clothes from her body, and fucked her right there.
I spilled all those feeling deep inside her, the ones I had felt that very first night. I don’t know how men treated her before, but she seemed to like me taking control in bed. My reaction to her in her office that day was like nothing I’d ever felt before. It was almost like I wasn’t me. That she’d uncovered my baser instincts.
When she’d finally come to, she tried to pull herself from me. I only held her tighter. That seems to be our game now. She tries to pull away, and I grab hold and pull her back to me.
What’s holding her back from me, I have no idea. I know she has her issues. She needs control, and I let her have it when we’re not in the heat of passion. I think that’s why she keeps letting me get closer and closer, a little bit at a time. She knows I won’t make her choose. I want her to choose me. To let that life go, but I want her to choose it on her own, and I think she needs that, too.
When she told me the story of growing up with a ruthless father, a notorious mob boss, I got her. Things started making a little more sense. I also know I’m the only person who knows she was his daughter. I got the inkling she might have killed him. It was easy to read between the lines of her story. I got what she didn’t fill in, and I wouldn’t make her say anything she didn’t want to. She would if she wanted to, or maybe it wasn’t something she wanted to relive. I have no doubt in my mind my Samantha would take down any man who laid a hand on a woman. Anyone could see that with the way she treated her girls.
I just knew her father ran a whorehouse and treated everyone in his life like shit, and she was not excluded from that list. I have a feeling she took the money he’d left behind and started the Mistress Auctions, a place where women can sell themselves if they want, but would always be safe.
She keeps giving me all these little pieces of her, and I just keep collecting them. I’m hoping that one day I’ll have them all, and I don’t care how long it takes me to get them. A tight grip took hold of me last night when I saw her holding back from me a little. There’s something she’s not telling me.
I lean down and kiss her softly on the lips. One hand comes up, sliding her fingers into my hair as she sleepily deepens the kiss.
“You wore me out,” she says, pulling her lips from mine.
“Stay in bed, love. You don’t have to be up for a few more hours.” I rub my hand across her stomach, loving the silky feel of her skin against my rough hands. Everything about us is such a contrast.
Her breath catches for a moment. “Okay, cowboy.” She grabs the blanket, pulling it over her head and burying herself deeper into the bed.
I still feel something is wrong. It’s coating the air. Others may not be able to read her, but I can. I notice every breath she takes, and they’re off.
“There an Auction tonight?”
Her blue eyes pop back open at that. I always go to her Auctions. I don’t buy. Hell, I don’t even really watch. I just worry that one day she might be up there, and I want to make sure I’m there to buy her. Hell, I’d love thirty solid days of having her all to myself. I’d never let her leave this room.
“Hmm. Yeah.”
There it is. Samantha doesn’t hmm.
“I’ll see you tonight then.”
“I’m sure you will, cowboy,” she teases, maybe realizing that I know something is off.
“I love you,” I say, leaning down to kiss her. She kisses me back, but this time with a little more force. The same way she always does when I tell her I love her. Something I’ve been doing for a while.
I’ll get those words from her soon enough.
Chapter 2
Samantha
I watch as Leo’s sexy, jean-covered ass walks away from me and out of the bedroom. I have the sudden urge to chase after him and pull him back into bed and under the covers with me.
He would stay here all day if I asked him to. If I wanted him naked and tangled in the sheets with me, there wouldn’t be a second of hesitation from him.
Closing my eyes, I lie back on the pillow and think about him. How his forest-green eyes see right through me, and still he doesn’t push me away. I think about his short dark beard and shaggy dark hair that hits almost to his shoulders. How his big body is utter perfection, and all I want to do is cling to him. His strong rough hands hold on to me but never hold me back.
He’s too good for me, and I know it.