Making His Baby(197)
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At five o’clock, I’m the first one out of the office. I’m anxious to get home and share my earlier encounter with my roommate, Stephania.
As I stride across the parking lot, I throw a furtive glance over each shoulder and grip the keychain containing my pepper spray. It is a routine I adopted once I fled my hometown and have to walk anywhere alone.
I unlock the front door and Stephania is in the kitchen, cooking as a mouthwatering aroma fills the small two-bedroom apartment we share.
Her bouncy, red curls are pulled away from her face when she looks up at me with a smile.
“Steph, you will not believe what happened to me today!” I squeal.
“You got a promotion?” she guesses, a hopeful expression on her face.
“No!” I laugh, leaning against the island.
Her lips quirk at my excitement but she doesn’t try to guess again.
“I met a walking sex dream and his name is Jameson Wilcox.”
Her eyes double in size at his name but she remains silent as I give her a detailed play by play.
Chapter two
JAMESON WILCOX
I need to fuck Grace Chambers.
The woman is a fucking vixen. Pure sex packaged in a beautifully curvy frame. My carnal instincts want to devour every inch of her.
An hour after our meeting, my cock is still shoving against the zipper of my slacks making it all but impossible to concentrate on anything besides her plump lips and thick, round ass.
The fact that our meeting was a ruse no longer matters. I need to bury my cock in that woman before this assignment is over.
I turn her card over in my palm before deftly flicking it to a corner of my desk. Shaking my head, I try to clear those wayward thoughts.
I’m a bounty hunter for people on the wrong side of the law. I have no business having these thoughts about a target.
Pulling my phone from its cradle, I dial my client to notify him that initial contact has been made.
“Wilcox,” his sickening voice greets. “You got good news for me?”
I inform him of my meeting and tell him that the job will be complete in a month’s time according to the deadline we had agreed upon.
“We’re on schedule,” I assure him. Then I tell him the name of the town she’s claimed as home, sparing details about her occupation and home address. It won’t kill him to wait a bit for the remainder of the information.
Truth be told, I’m not too sure I will ever share that info. He doesn’t need it as long as I hold up my end of the deal. Which I fully intend to do.
Brick drawls on about something insignificant and I smother a retort.
The man is nauseating but a paying customer, and who am I to discriminate? His money is just the same as any other American dollar.
He hired me a week ago to capture and deliver Grace Chambers to him in a month’s time. The client, who most refer to as “Brick,” wants her to suffer for a mistake he claims she made before skipping town and moving to Holly Hill.
Brick reminds me that I’m not to harm Grace in any way. He wants her delivered unscathed before exacting his revenge. My only responsibility in the ploy is the capture and return of “dislocated” goods or persons and I would receive the six-figure payout we’d agreed upon.
Unfortunately, the only capturing I can think about at the moment involves me bringing Grace to my place and tying her up while I fuck her tight pussy mercilessly in my California king bed.
Disconnecting the call with Brick, I abandon my office and head to my home gym to work off some of the mounting tension.
***
That night as I step out of the shower, my thoughts errantly drift to Ms. Chambers yet again.
Quite honestly, she hasn’t left my fucking mind once since our little meeting today and I’m becoming irritated by the residence she’s taken up in my head.
I find myself plotting on the next time I will see her, knowing damn well these lustful feelings go against every rule I have in place for my professional dealings.
I may be crooked but rules were rules. Money is more important than a quick fuck. I repeat the sentiment a few times because I clearly need a reminder and so does my greedy cock.
Even if Grace is the sexiest woman I’ve met.
She definitely doesn’t belong in this godforsaken town. She sticks out like a sore thumb even though I know she thinks she’s slipping under the radar.
Not for the first time, I can’t help but think about how coincidental it is that she landed in my hometown of all places.
Walking into the kitchen, I grab a beer from the fridge. As the chilled liquid touches my tongue, I decide I would much rather have Grace writhing against my tongue as I get acquainted with her intimately.
What the hell?
It irks me that this woman won’t vacate my mind so I decide to do something about it.