“I’d hand you a fully endorsed blank check to hear your thoughts."

The statement came from Dane, who sat at the dinner table with his arms folded over his chest. Trina brought her attention back to the present, the recent chain of events that had just saved her from making a drastic decision, and the resulting fate.

"Nothing really." She shook her head and picked at the cheesecake with her fork. "I was just thinking about my father and all."

"Want to call him? Make sure he's okay." Dane smiled. "Although, Marcia is a much better host and cook than I am."

"I'm sure. My dad isn't really that picky. As long as he's got enough crime novels to keep him interested, he's not too demanding."

"Has he always been in the dry cleaning business?"

"Sort of. When he and my mother split, that's when he emptied his savings and retirement account and started the venture."

"For some reason, I thought your parents were together before your mom d—." He diverted his gaze. "I apologize. I'm prying again, aren't I?"

"That's all right. When I went off to college, my parents grew apart. They were both very old in age, but young at heart. My mother had already started seeing this older guy, so at that point, I knew my parents would never get back together again. She always insisted that they were still the best of friends, but I know they still argued. They never argued in front of me though."

"I bet your father misses your mother."

Trina nodded. "He does. He blames the accident on himself, but no one could have prevented it."

Dane's brows furrowed. "What happened?"

"They were coming to visit me up at college for spring break. They were always frugal spenders, so to save money they traveled together. My mom didn't like flying so she insisted on driving. They were just one hundred miles away when they were involved in the accident with one other SUV and an eighteen-wheeler. No one survived the crash except for my dad. But he lost both legs and his vitality and passion for life."

"I'm sorry about your tragedy."

She swallowed. "It was a tough time. I had to give my dad my support, as the whole thing damaged him both physically and mentally. But it's crazy how during tough times you learn what people's real ambitions are."

"What do you mean?"

Trina glanced up. "Didn't you dig deep enough? I was engaged to be married at the time."

He nodded. "I did. I saw the local papers dated about a year ago with the engagement announcement. It seems you had already planned the wedding too."

She cleared her throat. "Most of it. Jacob wanted to get it over with quickly. We bumped heads every step of the way. He stepped out on me when I moved from Manhattan temporarily to help with my dad's outpatient surgery. It hurt me so bad that he would accept from another woman what I had never refused him. I needed him to understand that my parents were everything to me, but I also loved him. I'm not sure Jacob ever did. I forgave him for the infidelity, but by that point, we had all kinds of issues. Our relationship was beyond repairable. Our wedding was set for three months away and all the plans were virtually screwed. When he suggested that I put my dad in a home and come back to New York that was the last straw for me. I broke off our engagement for good."

A lump rose up and down on Dane's throat and his eyes were narrowed as he listened.

Trina sighed. "I'm barely thirty and my goal was to be married by then." She chuckled nervously. "Guess I'll get my wish after all, minus the glamor, glitz, and fairy-tale ending…for six weeks at least."

Dane frowned, pushed his chair back, and traveled around to her end of the table. He leaned against the edge, reached for her hand and pulled her up to stand. "You are an amazing woman, Trina. I would have never instigated this if I wasn't truly interested in you, which is why I made all these inquiries before inviting you to meet me. If you feel you need to back out…I'll understand."

"The papers are signed already."

"I have lawyers lined up waiting to earn their retainer. Nothing is ever set in stone."

"No. I actually want to do this. I need the money, yes, but…" She blushed.

Dane pulled her closer toward his heated body and between his thighs. "Yes, but what?"

She'd been with other men before, but they didn't compare to him. How he'd made her feel the first time they met and what he'd done to her on the chaise lounge had surpassed any and all expectations she had of Dane Magnus. Thinking about her legs spread while he thrust inside of her with urgency sent a rush of desire through her spine.

"You're unique," was the only reply she could muster.

His nostrils flared. "Your arousal turns me on."

Dane's groin was hard against her belly. Heat spread across her belly and she took her bottom lip between her teeth.

"I can't stop thinking about what you did to me?"

He grinned. "Neither can I."

The moment their lips met a kaleidoscope of light flickered behind her eyelids. She was hungry for his touch and taste. Her pussy clenched, needy and wet. Their lips met and tongues tangled over and over again. Before long they were standing amid the dining room, kissing hot and heavy against the table in the center of a heap of clothes.

"Turn around. I want to see your pretty ass."

Trina obliged his request, gripping the edges of the table as the sound of his voice turned her legs to putty.

A deep growl erupted from behind her and big hands kneaded at the plumpness of her backside. Her body shook in anticipation the moment he began to rain kisses across her shoulders and back. His palms gripped her ass firmly as he kissed her body. Gentle fingers slipped between her legs to caress her moist sex.

Lips, nose, tongue, and teeth. He used them all to caress her skin. Moving unbearably slow across her back and up and down her spine.

Dane knelt lower and she cried out when he nipped her ass. Big palms pressed against the bottom of her spine, pushing her downward until her breasts were smashed against the top of the table. Her ass was now held high in the air for his exploration.

"Dane—" She choked on his name as two fingers speared her pussy.

He pumped into her with the same agonizing slowness of his earlier kisses, then removed them. The moment he left her entrance unfilled, she ached. Her nipples tightened to the sound of moans of satisfaction escaping his lips. She peeked over her shoulder to see him licking her nectar from his fingers.

"You taste like warm milk and honey," he said. He took a long swipe at the back of her thigh with his tongue. He teased her until her legs trembled, moving closer and closer to her needy center.

"What are you doing?" she panted.

"Eating you for desert."

Dane buried his lips between the folds of her pussy, burying his tongue deep into her wet core. He dipped his tongue in and out of her heat and back and forth across her clit. He was relentless in his rhythm and drove her near the edge numerous times. He ate hungrily, driving his tongue against her pussy. Her feet barely touched the ground. Her tiptoes were the only thing keeping her balanced. She clutched at the edge of the table as he devoured her. When she came, she screamed and it echoed through his house.

He never gave her a chance to come down from the orgasm. He rose and entered her from behind without warning. There was nothing nice about the way he fucked her. Hard male flesh beat into her pussy with vigor. She loved it. Every last second.

He tugged a fistful of her hair and her spine arched downward as he pulled. Nothing could be heard except for the consistent slap of his balls against her wet folds and his pelvis against her ass.

He growled. "Trina. Kitten."

Her body plummeted into another climax. The intense sensations rained down on her like a comet shower. His release was right behind hers. His seed burst into her like a shooting star, coating and burning her insides.

When it was all over, he leaned against her, breathing hoarsely against her back.

Dane picked her up and gathered her in his arms after their heart rates had returned to normal. He walked them out of the dining room.

"Where are you going with me?"

"You ask too many questions," he teased.

"I need many answers."

"I'd like a second helping."

She lifted her eyebrows. "Of what?"

"Your pussy."

A sharp pang of ecstasy ran up her spine, causing her nipples to harden even more. "You should have told me I was marrying a sex fiend."

He reached the stairs and climbed them without a stumble. "I wanted that part to be a surprise."

There was a relatively large shower in what appeared to be a master bedroom. He set her down near the shower and leaned inside to turn on the water.

"I hope you're not afraid to get your hair wet."

"You've already messed it up and I fully expect you to remedy that." She stepped backward into the shower.

He grinned. "I thought you were a nice girl."

"Nice girls get naughty too, especially when there's a really big present involved." Her gaze fell to his massive erection. He had to have at least been at least ten inches long. The swift way in which he brought her to orgasm also told her that he was thick enough to hit the right spots.

Dane entered the shower, closing in on her like a hungry wolf. Her back hit the wall and he hefted her up by the thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist.

He slid inside her sex with ease, but there was nothing easy about the way he fucked her. Before long, Trina forgot the number of times the hungry wolf took her that night.