My experience with women has been abundant, to say the fucking least. My parents passed down great genes to Emma, Eric and me. He’s the baby, but now he plays football and is bigger than I am. Emma’s shyly beautiful, a killer combo. So not one of us had trouble getting laid if we wanted to. And all three of us have attracted nut jobs at least once, someone who wanted to lock us down and wouldn’t take no for an answer until it was shouted.

And then you add my money, and it’s safe to say that I will never lack for a female’s touch even if I got all crotchety and jaded. And that never got old, if I was being honest with myself. I liked single life until I saw Tobias looking at my cousin Hannah. Then everything changed.

But I had no idea where I’d find her.

My her.

Not only was something visceral happening to me that I’d never felt before but also on paper this blew my mind. She didn’t need my wealth. Charlie had her own cash. Own passion. Own purpose. Ran a damn corporation before she was even in her thirties, which was impressive as hell to me, and on top of all that, she looked like she could suck a guy off until he held a ring up for her. I had all kinds of dirty things I wanted to do. Every curve of her skin from her wrists to her ankles to the slope of her neck just under her soft earlobes, I wanted to touch, taste, and own. I wanted her. Especially now that I’d just slid my hand down her elegant pants. That felt almost taboo. This whole pauper-princess thing was still with me. I had her on a pedestal. Normally it was the other way around. I loved it.

“You like Salmon?” I asked, walking the plates over to the dining room, with her following. As I put them down I saw the tent in my pants. I gave her a smirk and she smiled weakly. “You like this more than Salmon?”

“Ha ha,” she muttered. “I just noticed that you were…I don’t want anything but lunch, thank you.”

“Uh huh. Sure ya don’t.” Tearing the Cellophane away I kept glancing over because she was staring at my crotch again.

I was hard and pulsing.

I didn’t even try to hide it.

Balling up the plastic I tossed it across the room into a trashcan. Her eyes darted over in time to see me make the shot, then returned to me.

I muttered, “Fuck it,” and strode over to her, pulling her into my arms and thickly confessing, “I’ve wanted to kiss you ever since you were bitching at me in that break room.”

“I wasn’t…”

“Do I have to shut you up?” I interrupted, and kissed her with more desperation than I thought I was capable of.

When her arms went around my neck I groaned into her parted lips, then lunged in and unlocked her jaw to mold with her for the first time. Everything disappeared as the tips of our tongues touched. She tasted so fucking good I picked her up. She hooked her legs around my hips, kissing me with equal abandon. I tore away from her and she was panting. We both were. As soon as I started walking, carrying her to the bedroom, she gasped, “Oh God, what am I doing?”

“I don’t know what the fuck is going on but I have to have you,” I rasped.

“Ethan, you can’t tell anyone.”

“You have my word, Boss.”

We fell onto the bed, ripping the clothes off each other. I yanked her blouse off, my hands cupping her breasts through her bra. I leaned down and kissed the soft flesh over the top of it, and pulled the fabric down to find her nipple hard and ready for my tongue. She moaned as I dropped to suck it and the sound drove me fucking crazy.

“I’m dying for you,” I growled, “I fucking need you.”

She moaned with pleasure, pulling at my pants and sliding her hand into my boxer briefs. “I need you, too.”

My eyes rolled back as she grabbed my length and gave it a good squeeze, stroking it from base to tip like an experienced woman with no shame.

“Oh, fuck yes,” I growled, giving her ginger-haired pussy some skilled attention. Our mouths crashed together and we tore everything off until we were naked and ready for anything.

Her gaze dropped and her eyes widened. “You’re enormous. I mean I knew you were big but…” She abruptly stopped and bit her lip like she’d said too much.

I assured her, “Keep talking. I like it.”

She shot a quick look to me with this guilty expression that made no sense to me, so I silenced her concern by grabbing her legs and lifting her ass off the bed. Her hands twisted the comforter, shoulders flat on the bed, red hair fanned out around her lust-filled expression. I gave her a wink as my cock hovered against her pussy.

Charlie swallowed and whispered, “What are you waiting for?”

“I want you to want it. You look scared all of a sudden.”

She bit her lip and frowned.