Hooker(53)

‘Okay,’ she replies with a shrug. ‘I’m here with you, so that’s a plus.’

I kiss her and I can taste mint, so I know she’s just brushed her teeth.

‘Mmm,’ she moans into my mouth.

‘Is that my shirt you’re wearing?’ My hands slide down her back, coming to rest on her arse.

‘Yes. I’ve run out of clothes. I hope you don’t mind.’

‘I don’t mind at all. I like seeing you in my clothes,’ I say, because, surprisingly, I do. I feel bad that she has nothing here. She was only supposed to stay overnight and it’s too risky to go back to her apartment right now. ‘How about we go on a little shopping spree today?’

‘Really?’ she asks, her face lighting up.

‘Really.’ As much as I’d be happy to see her walking around the house naked, I know that’s not practical. Plus women like shopping, don’t they? I want to do whatever makes her happy. I’ll get a few of my boys to tag along in the background, just in case.

‘Oh, my purse … I don’t have it with me.’

‘You don’t need money, Jade,’ I say, tightening my embrace. ‘I’ll figure out a way to get your things from the apartment.’

‘I’m not letting you pay my way, Brock. I have my own money.’

‘We’ll work all that out later.’ I kiss her again softly on the forehead. I don’t want to say anything that will upset her, but if she thinks I’m taking money from her, she’s mistaken.

‘How did I get so lucky?’

Funny, I feel like the lucky one here.

I end up taking Jade on the kitchen counter before I feed her some breakfast. I couldn’t resist after seeing her dressed in nothing but my white button up shirt. She’s so fucking sexy. Sitting there watching her eat, I’m ready for round two. Throwing her over my shoulder, I carry her upstairs before taking her again in the shower.

This woman is going to be the death of me.

Once showered, she dresses in my white shirt again. She needs to wash one of her outfits before we leave. As great as she looks, even I know my shirt isn’t appropriate attire to wear outside the house. After showing her where my laundry is, she sets about washing what little she has. Thank fuck she knows how to use the machine, because I have no idea. Erika sorts out that stuff for me.

While she’s busy, I head into my home office to make arrangements to leave the house later today. I genuinely feel bad that Jade won’t be able to go home for a while. I plan on making up for it on our shopping spree—I’m going to buy her whatever she wants. Lord knows how long she’ll be here.

A few hours later, we’re in my car heading to the shops. I have my guys in two cars, one travelling in front, the other trailing behind. Jade is completely unaware. I thought it best not to say anything that may frighten her.

She won’t even notice them when we’re out, but they’ll be close by if needed. She seems relaxed enough under the circumstances, but I did notice her scanning the grounds when we were leaving the house. She’s wearing the light blue dress she had on yesterday, with matching blue heels. How many shoes does this woman own? I’ll admit I love every pair I’ve seen so far, but those red ones will forever remain my favourite.

Her hair is down and completely straight. She’s only put a bit of gloss on her lips. And she looks beautiful. As gorgeous as she is all dolled up, her natural beauty is something else. She takes my fucking breath away. How she looks now reminds me of the time we spent together in New York. She was a different person over there. I get the feeling it’s the person she’s been yearning to become. I’m sure if I can keep her away from M, she’ll continue to flourish.

‘Are you okay?’ I ask, placing my hand on her knee. She’s awfully quiet, and it’s unnerving.

‘I’m great,’ she says, placing her hand on top of mine and looking at me with a sweet grin on her face. ‘I’m happy to be here with you.’

‘I’m glad you’re here as well.’ She has a lot of adjustments ahead of her, but she’ll get there. I know it. Her life is only going to improve from here. I’ll make sure of it. My hand moves slightly up her leg and under the hem of her dress. I growl when she parts them slightly, allowing me access. My eyes move back to the road as my hand automatically travels a little further.

‘Where are your panties?’ I ask, briefly looking in her direction.

‘You tore them.’

That’s right, I did.

‘Mmm,’ she moans as my fingers glide through her wetness.

My eyes dart in her direction again just as her eyelids flutter shut and her sweet mouth slightly parts. This woman drives me wild. Flicking the indicator, I manoeuvre the car to the side of the road.