Page 34 of Unleashed

Or—more likely—I simply like women I don’t have to worry about breaking. Women I know can handle me and all I am. Those are the women who catch my attention. Not the sweet smiling faces of women like Lindsey.

“I don’t do anything to you.” Maren is full of rage now. “But I’m sure your new blonde supply clerk will.”

I smile against the silky strands of her hair, reveling in her jealousy as I pull her tighter to me. “You’re awfully infatuated with Lindsey, aren’t you?” I nip at the lobe of her ear, stifling another groan when it makes her jerk in surprise. “I wonder why that is.”

“I’m not infatuated with her,” Maren snarls. “You’re the one who keeps bringing her up.”

“I don’t think so, sweetheart.” I run my lips along the column of her neck. “That’s all you.” I shift my hold on her so I can palm the slight swell of one thigh. “And I think it’s because you’re under the impression I find her desirable.”

“You should.” Maren’s voice is still filled with rage, but she’s no longer fighting me. “She’s pretty and nice and friendly, and I’m sure she would happily jump on your dick.”

“I don’t want her on my dick.” Not in the slightest. Lindsey seems nice and is certainly hirable, but not for a second would I want a woman like her in my bed. “Not when it’s so fun trying to convince you to take another turn.” I slide my fingers along the bare skin of her knee before dipping under the hem of her pleated skirt.

“Don’t tell me you paid six thousand dollars thinking I’d fuck you.” Maren tilts her head to meet my eyes with a narrowed glare. “Because you could get a piece of ass for way cheaper than that.”

“I don’t want a piece of ass.” My nose wrinkles as the phrase leaves my mouth. “And I would never pay you to fuck me.”

Maren’s expression shifts to one of confusion. “Then what did you pay me for?”

Initially, I was just proving I could get her to do what I wanted. That there was a price point at which she’d be willing to overlook her disdain for me.

But now…

“I won’t pay you to fuck me, but I will happily pay for the opportunity to make you come.” I slide my hand higher, just so my meaning is clear. “And I’m more than willing to negotiate the terms.”

Maren goes very still, and a surge of victory slams through me. She’s considering it. Weighing her options and planning a counter.

And I can’t fucking wait to hear what it is.

Her tongue flicks across the fullness of her lower lip, and I want to suck off the wetness it leaves behind. “A thousand dollars.”

“Done.” It’s an easy agreement to make. I like contracts. Deals. Understandings. It keeps things neat and tidy. No one has expectations or assumptions outside of the terms. That’s why I decide to tighten this thing between us up a little more. “Is there a limit on how much of my money you’re willing to take?”

“Is there a limit on how much of your money you’re willing to give me?” Maren comes back at me without missing a beat.

And it drives the desire I have to get my hands on her again deeper. “No.”

I can always make more money. I will make more money. If for no other reason than so I can give it to her.

“That’s good to know.” Maren wiggles her ass again, smirking as I suck in a breath. Then she leans back, spreading her thighs. “Then do your worst.”

Fucking hell. Having Maren on my lap, thighs parted, pupils dilated, is going to be the death of me.

At the very least, the death of my savings account.

Without hesitation, I flip up the cute little skirt she wears at least twice a week, offering a view of her black cotton panties. “I’m glad you skipped the tights this morning.” I work my fingers beneath the waistband of the only article of clothing keeping me from my destination. “But for future reference, I’m happy to work around whatever you want to wear.”

Maren makes a soft little whimpering sound as I brush against her clit, and a slow smile curves my lips. Because now I know how easy it is to get her where I want her. How simple she’s making it for me to make sure she and her daughter have what they need.

And that Maren gets what she deserves.

“Fuck.” Her hands grip my thighs as I find the pace she seems to respond to.

I would love to have the opportunity to tease her. To torment her just a little bit. Work her up over and over again before finally allowing her to tip over the edge. But she agreed to fifteen minutes, and I will stick to that boundary.

I will also do everything in my power to bring that number higher next time.

The back of Maren’s head drops against my shoulder, and I bring the arm at her waist across her chest, my hand resting against her neck as I soak up every twitch. Every breath. Every sound. Memorizing each one so I can replay them later as I jerk my dick to the memory of this moment.