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"The kitchen is right over here. Help yourself to anything you want." He pointed to the various rooms as he gave me a tour of his large four-bedroom house. I couldn't help but wonder why he would have such a big place all to himself.
I dropped my bag off in one of the spare rooms and walked down the hall, stopping to look at all the pictures of him and Amanda. Several had an older woman in them as well, whom I assumed was his mother.
"There isn't much I wouldn't do to save her." He crossed his arms over his chest and pressed his shoulder against the wall. "I'd give up my house, my money, my nice car, my job that I've worked so damn hard for..."
"Your life?" I whispered and turned to walk toward him. I hated his pain, and yet I understood it all too well. Losing my father gave me far more experience with pain than I would have ever wanted.
"Absolutely." He reached for me, gripping my hip and pulling me flush against him. "Why are you here?"
"Because you said I wasn't safe in my apartment. Did you lie?" I ran my hands up his chest and leaned against him, loving how hard he was already. I didn't have plans to sleep with him, but knowing that he wanted me to was more than enough to drag my tattered ego from the dark depths where it lay shattered.
"I never lie." He brushed his hand down the side of my hair. "Why do you take such good care of Amanda? She has to be more than you're used to handling as an intern."
"She needs me." I lifted my gaze up to his and cupped his sides as my stomach tightened and warmth pooled between my thighs. He was going to have anything he wanted from me... I had no doubt as to the lack of sticking power I had over my decision to walk away from his offer for a long night with him.
"What if I need you?" He leaned down and licked at my mouth as he dragged the back of his fingers over my breast, brushing by my nipple as I moaned loudly. "What if you need me?"
"I don't," I whispered and lifted to my toes to press my lips against his.
"Doesn't taste like you don’t." He smiled against my lips before picking me up and forcing my legs around his waist. He pressed me tightly to the wall behind us and ground into me as pleasure raged through the center of my body.
"And what does need taste like?" I panted softly as he rolled his hips and massaged my softness with his body.
"Like you, Dana." He gripped my ass and turned to walk me toward his bed. "How about you just let me taste you tonight? No strings attached to letting me drink you."
"Fuck," I mumbled and buried my face against his neck. A million thoughts drove through my mind, each more useless than the last.
"We can do that too, if you're up for it." He laid me down on the bed and ran his hands over my breasts, squeezing softly as he rocked against me.
"I'm not like these girls you keep talking about, Kendal." I pushed at his chest, far more scared of being judged by him than losing the chance at being taken violently by him.
"I agree." He leaned down and ran his teeth over my nipples, tugging softly as I arched my back and cried out. Maybe I was just like them.
"Why do you agree?" I whimpered as he pushed my skirt up over my legs and petted my sex rhythmically over my panties.
"Because I came after you, Dana. You didn't come after me."
"I wanted to." I spread my legs wider, wanting to release myself to the fact that I was a whore if it meant being with him for the night. The strong independent woman in me was long gone as he continued to hover over me.
"But you didn't. That makes all the difference in the world." He moved down my body, kissing here and there as he pushed my skirt up to my belly button.
I glanced down as he slid his finger under the covering of my panties and dragged his finger through my wetness.
"I don't know if I can do this," I cried out and gripped the sheets.
"If you don't want me down here... close your legs, baby. I'm a grown man. I know how to take no for an answer."
I reached down and brushed two fingers by his lips, letting him suck both of them into his mouth.
"I'm just scared." I pulled my hand away from him and tried to catch my breath.
"Don't be. Just lay back and relax. I just wanna taste you tonight."
A soft yelp left me as he tugged my panties to the side and pressed his mouth to the center of me. A deep grunt left him and slid across my wet skin, leaving my heart racing and pleasure dancing along my pleasure points.
"So fucking delicious, Dana. Come for me as many times as you can, okay, pretty girl?"
I glanced down and moaned loudly as he sunk two fingers into me and lapped at me with an expression of ecstasy on his face. Between the sounds and smells of our sex, my body buckled within minutes, the cry leaving me far too loud and guttural for the little bit of work he'd done.
"Mmmmm... Again, baby." He pressed his mouth back to my center and drove his strong fingers deep inside of me until I came again, and again.