Page 79 of Miss Trust

“She’s not from here I take it?”

“Nope. She’s originally from Iowa but became what she calls a nomad. Her plan is to move from place to place, spending exactly two years in each to see if it’s a fit before moving on to the next one if it isn’t.”

“How does she know if it’s a fit?”

“I have no clue. She says she’ll know when she knows. She has another year here in LA and a list of all these things she plans to do and places she wants to see here. She recently started the online dating thing, so maybe she’ll stay if she meets someone.”

His forehead crinkled. “You ever try online dating?”

“Me? Are you kidding? What would my profile say? ‘Single mom with trust issues and a heavy dose of sarcasm seeks man who won’t piss her off within the first ten minutes’?”

His chuckle came easily. “More like two in my case.”

I stuck a chip in my mouth. “You do hold the record.”

“Intense hatred isn’t normally a response I elicit when I meet a woman.”

“Oh, no?”

His grin made my stomach do a funny little flip. Damn. Flirting with Chance Maxwell was sexy as hell. Suddenly the entire vibe between us shifted.

“Would you have any interest in taking dinner to go and eating it in the privacy of your condo?” What in the hell was coming over me?

Yet he didn’t hesitate. “Excuse me, Juan. I apologize for the change in plans, but can we get our meals to go? The chips and salsa too?”

“Of course, sir. Guess you must get back to work?”

Chance smirked, taking my hand and squeezing. “Something better, thankfully.”

I began to question the craziness of this idea as he led me down the sidewalk at breakneck speed, the to-go bag in his other hand. Craving sex with a man and leaving dinner to race to his condo across the street— This wasn’t me.

Once we were in his elevator, I almost voiced my hesitation, but he cupped my face and touched his lips to mine. His kiss was hungry, igniting more of my own. I was barely conscious of the elevator doors opening until Chance pulled away.

He took my hand again, leading me off the elevator and into his penthouse suite.

For a moment I thought about how many women had been here, with the convenient access above his strip club and just an elevator ride away.

His hand went behind my neck, massaging the tender muscles there. God, I was silly putty in his hands.

“I’m breaking all of my rules with you.”

I gasped at the sensation of his lips trailing across my neck. “What do you mean, breaking your rules?”

“You’re the first woman I’ve brought into this condo.”

He placed his hands on my ass and lifted me up so he could take me over to the granite countertop in the kitchen.

“How is that possible?” I asked, baffled by this very different vision of how Chance spent his nights at the club. “Where do you take women, then? Your office?”

He hesitated but then admitted, “I have another suite down the hall.”

“Your fuck pad.” It wasn’t a question. Naturally, Chance would make sure to have a place he could leave a woman as soon as he was done with her. He’d never have to wait awkwardly for her to leave his private space.

He stepped between my legs and rubbed his erection against my entrance. The friction of the fabric made me wish he was naked. But instead of working toward the goal, he framed my face with his hands. “You’re the first one here in my kitchen. In my personal space.”

Why hadn’t he simply taken me to his fuck pad? A place where I could count myself among the many meaningless conquests. It would have been easier to keep this within the confines of casual sex if he had. “Why did you bring me here?”

“Because I like you being the first in many things, Victoria.”

Holy shit. Instantly, I was overwhelmed with adrenaline-fueled fear.

But he didn’t leave me the time to dwell on my anxiety as he was already flipping up my dress and hooking his thumbs in the sides of my thong. He made quick work of ridding me of the barrier.

“This will be fast and hard. Not at all what I intend to do to you later tonight when we’re in bed.”

“Oh, God,” I moaned when he shoved two fingers inside of me.

“You’re perfectly ready for me.” He undid his jeans and took out his heavy erection. After fetching a condom from his wallet, he sheathed himself in a practiced motion.

Then he grabbed my hips, positioning me at the edge of the counter before thrusting inside of me. I gasped and hooked my legs around him to pull him in deeper. We both groaned with pleasure. Then he was taking my lips again. Claiming them in a way which left me breathless. Our carnal coupling had me at the cusp of my orgasm quickly.

“That’s it. Squeeze around me.”

My eyes pinched shut. I was done for, climaxing with force and digging my fingernails into his shoulders. He grunted, thrusting deep and grinding out his own orgasm with a growl. Then he was kissing me, slowly, sensually. Tasting, licking, biting.

The effect of the kiss while he pulsed inside of me made my head spin. I quite literally couldn’t catch my breath. I wasn’t sure I wanted to.