Some Sugar(9)

“Other crap?” he asked.

“You know, sex, prostitution. He doesn’t allow that in his casino. You can gamble away, and watch the girls he supplies, but anything else, they escort their butts out.”

“How do you know?”

“I saw it. There was a woman working the bar. I thought she was just a random woman. She’d been trying to score customers all night long. It’s a nightmare, but it’s a safe nightmare.” She chuckled. “Completely the opposite I know. It pays well. I do hope to find something else, but right now, I go where the money is.”

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Just from watching her, Hunter knew she was hard-working. Talking with her confirmed it, and watching her eat simply aroused him. He spent most of the night with a hard cock as she ate. He imagined those plump lips wrapped around something else entirely.

Their meal was lovely, and even though he couldn’t remember what they ate, he knew it was delicious. She captivated him in a way no other woman had.

It was strange having her drive them back to their apartment, and even stranger to be following her up to the same floor.

“So, this is me,” she said, nodding at her door.

“This is me also,” he said.

“Do you still need that sugar?”

He shook his head. “No. While you were entertaining my friend I was out buying some.”

She licked her lips, and he noticed her gaze fall to his. Suddenly, she shook her head, and turned toward her door. “I really enjoyed tonight, and thank you for the dinner.”

Hunter couldn’t do it. He couldn’t let her go into her apartment without her knowing exactly what he wanted.

Reaching out, he grabbed her arm, and pressed her against the door. Sinking his fingers into her hair, he tilted her head up. “I need to have one little taste.” Slamming his lips down on hers, he claimed her. Sliding his tongue against her mouth, he heard her gasp. He felt her hands sliding up his arms, and sinking into his hair, holding him close. The door stopped him from moving this into her apartment. His cock pressed against her stomach, and he wanted inside her.

All of her lush curves were driving him crazy.

“I need you,” he said, pulling away.

Her plump lips were now red from his kiss. He couldn’t help but lick his own.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not,” she said.

He smiled. “You’re right, I’m not. I want you, Faith. I want to fuck you, and I’ve wanted to do that since the first day I met you. We started over, and I just thought you should know that.” He stepped away, leaving her to make the final decision.

Taking out his key, he hoped and prayed that she would call him back.

Want me as much as I want you.

He heard her open the door, and his heart sank. She didn’t want him. He’d misread all the signs.

“Mr. Graham, would you like to come in for coffee?”

“I’d love to.”

Following her inside her apartment, he closed the door, flicking the lock. Faith disappeared into the kitchen, and he joined her, watching as she filled up a kettle.

“Did you mean coffee?” he asked.

She put the kettle down and turned toward him. “I’m not good at this.”

“Or did you want to fuck?” He took a step closer to her, wanting to be near her more than anything. Invading her space, he stared down into her pretty brown eyes. “Do you need me to tell you what I want?”

“What do you want?” she asked.

“I want to strip you naked and fuck you. I’ve wanted to do that from the first moment I saw you.”

“Even after everything?”

“Even after everything.” He cupped her cheek. “Tell me what you want, Faith. You don’t want that, and you just want to drink coffee, we’ll just have a drink and forget about everything else.”

“What if I want something else?” she asked, licking her lips.

The hand on her cheek, he moved down, cupping her breast. The nipple was hard, pressing against his palm.

“Then tell me, Faith. Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

“Then touch me. Show me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

Her hand landed on his chest. Her heart pounded beneath her breast, and he felt it against his palm. With his other hand, he took hold of her chin and tilted her head back. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to her lips. When she didn’t pull away or tell him to stop, he deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth.

The hand on his chest started to move down.

His cock was already stiff. The fabric of his pants stretched tightly over his dick. He wanted out, and he wanted inside her. The moment her hand touched his cock through his pants, he groaned.