I watch Angel disappear out the glass doors and then climb into the back of a minivan. With a heavy sigh, I turn toward the side door to enter the parking garage. I’m almost there when a tall blonde steps in front of me. Her arms are folded over her swollen belly, and her eyes are like daggers.

“So this is why you don’t want me or our baby?” Tiffany has fake tears streaming down her face. I know they’re fake because she once told me she yanks out a nostril hair when she wants to get out of a speeding ticket. “You’ve already replaced me with some bimbo?”

“No, Tiffany. You’re the only bimbo I know.” I try to go around her. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

“Fuck off, Garrett. You’re playing with fire, and I don’t think you want to get burned.”

I roll my eyes at her dramatics. “Has someone been watching too many action movies lately?” Nudging past her, I walk into the garage and head straight to my car.

“Do you love her?” Surprisingly, there’s a hint of jealousy in Tiffany’s voice. Maybe she does have a sentimental side. Maybe if she thinks I’ve found happiness with someone else, she’ll back off and go find some other schmuck to harass. Looking her right in the eye, I lie. “Yes, I do.”

Tiffany seems devastated for just a second before a mask of anger replaces her normally pretty features. “Wrong answer, Garrett. You said you could never love anyone. Your wolf couldn’t be tamed or whatever that bullshit lie was. That’s why you were always so distant with me. So, what does she have that makes her so special? Why would you love her when you could have had me?”

“You took off with my car, Tiffany. How can I love someone who is constantly stealing from me?”

Her eyes turn hard as she stares me down. “Have your fun with her while you can because it will be over soon enough. You will provide for me and this baby, Garrett Madison. If it’s the last fucking thing you do.” She spins on her heel and stomps back into the building, leaving me alone in the parking lot.

I don’t know if that was a real threat or not, but I have zero fear that she could do anything to harm me.

My businesses are fully protected, and there’s nothing else in my life that truly matters to me.

And that’s the way I like it.

Since seeing Angel at the event a few days ago, my dick has been desperate to get back inside her. I rationalize that we can keep things professional because she needs my business as much as I need her body.

No strings attached.

I tried to get on her schedule yesterday, but she was fully booked. Today at eleven was her first opening, so here I am. When I arrive at her office, I’m wearing jeans and a t-shirt. I don’t have any meetings today, so there was no need to dress up.

“Garrett…” Angel takes a quick breath, checking me out from head to toe with appreciative eyes. She’s never seen me dressed down before. I’ve always been wearing a suit or nothing at all. Her eyes linger on the thin cotton stretched across my chest before meeting my gaze with a soft smile. “Hi.”

“Angel.” I lean forward and kiss her cheek, expecting her to turn away but pleased when she doesn’t. “You look beautiful today.”

“Uh, thanks. Come on in.” We don’t even bother with the counseling charade anymore. She just hits the button to open the bed cabinet as she stands there and stares at me. “How are you doing?”

“Good.” I pull my shirt over my head then step closer to Angel, loving the way her silk blouse feels against my skin where her tits press against me. “I’ve missed you,” I whisper into her ear.

Angel shudders in my arms and I swear I hear a whimper before she clears her throat. “What do you have in mind today?”

With my arms wrapped around her waist, I step forward, walking her backward until she hits the mattress and sits down. Her silky dress isn’t fitted, so I drag my fingers up her thighs, slowly bringing the fabric with me until I can peel it over her head. Within seconds, she’s sitting in front of me with only a lacy bra and panties to shield her skin.

Although I know she doesn’t like it, I brush a soft kiss across her lips. My fingers walk down her sides then slip under the fabric of her thong, gently dragging it down her body until it’s off her completely.

She’s still wearing her heels.

They look hot as hell, and I know they’ll feel even better digging into my ass as I pound into her.

I briefly consider my options before dropping to my knees. Her scent is particularly strong today and I wonder if she’s heading into a heat. Inhaling deeply, I close my eyes for a second and appreciate her perfect gift. Angel is fully bare without a single blonde hair to detract from the beauty of her pink folds. Her slit is already glistening as I lean forward and dip my tongue inside, tasting her as she wiggles beneath me.

Angel pulls her knees back, exposing herself even further as I dive in, eating her out like a starving man.

And for Angel, I am.

I could feast on her pussy for hours. But she won’t last that long. And neither will I.

It only takes a few minutes of licking and sucking for her to come in my mouth, her fluids gushing across my lips and chin as she grinds against me, screaming my name.

I’ve never appreciated how my name sounds on a beautiful woman’s lips until I hear Angel say it during an orgasm.

I could get used to this. Maybe I already am.

My cock is drooling when I finally free it from my jeans. I can’t tear my gaze from Angel’s as I hold my shaft against her opening, circling her clit and teasing her before finally sliding deep inside.

Some women are sensitive after climaxing, but Angel eagerly accepts my cock, thrusting her hips so she’s pulling all the way off before slamming back up to my base until my balls bounce off her ass.

“Yes, Angel.” I try not to dig my fingers too hard into her hips, but she feels too good. “Take me to heaven.”

Within minutes, Angel comes again.

Hard.

Her muscles squeeze my shaft, milking it empty as I chase her climax with my own.

Sex is so much better with Angel. It doesn’t make sense, but it doesn’t need to. As long as we’re both having fun, this is a perfect arrangement.

After we get cleaned up, I hesitate at the door, not quite ready to leave. Slipping my hand into my pocket, I stand and watch Angel wrap herself in a plush robe. Without thinking about the consequences, I blurt out the question I promised myself I’d never speak aloud. “Would you like to have lunch with me?”

Her whole body tenses as she absorbs my words. “Really? Like, right now?”

“Yeah.” I chuckle and look pointedly at my watch. “You do eat, right?”

She glances at the wall clock and nods. “Yeah, I guess I have some time before my next client.”

The mention of another man coming to fuck her causes my smile to drop into a frown, but I quickly school my features before she notices. Now isn’t the time for my possessive nature to come out. She isn’t mine, and I’m not hers. We’re just fuck buddies who both need to eat. At least that’s what I keep telling myself as various scenarios about misunderstandings and expectations fly through my mind. “Perfect, let’s go.”

She looks down at her robe and raises an eyebrow. “I should probably shower first…”

I consider the heavy load of come I’ve just deposited inside her and smirk. “Nope. You’re gonna keep my seed in your belly for as long as possible.”

Her eyes grow big as her breath hitches. It seems like several seconds pass before she finally exhales and nods. “Okay.”