Surrender To Me

I woke up at dawn to Wren wrapped around me, her leg over my leg, her arm across my chest, and her head buried in the crook of my neck. Fuck, she was spectacular. I’d fucked her for hours, not relenting until she gave me all of herself. Once I was sure she had nothing but exhaustion left in her, I’d come with a roar, filling her, marking her, owning her like I’d never done before. She’d mumbled something about birth control and being clean, and I cursed when I realized I’d let another one of my hard rules slide.

Fucking a woman bare was never an option. I had no interest in finding out a woman got pregnant by me only to get a fucking hand-out. But Wren…

Fuck. I was in deep, and I’d barely known her a week. Scrubbing a hand through my hair, I stared at the ceiling and wondered what it was about her that made me let go of my rules, the things I’d fucking lived by for over thirty years. But as I stared down at her peaceful face, I knew. I was fucking hooked on her.

I traced the shape of her cock-swollen mouth to her bare breasts and cunt that was hidden from my view. I could feel it, though, warm and wet against my thigh. Slowly, easing her off me, she rolled onto her back with a sigh, putting her in the perfect position. Splitting her thighs, I woke her with my head between her legs, my mouth on her cunt, and my tongue teasing her clit. She came with a strangled moan, her legs scissoring against the sheets until the last of her pleasure ebbed away. I looked up at her, at the warm smile.

“Good morning,” she mumbled.

I kissed her sensitive cunt before saying, “Yes, it is.”

She stretched her arms over her head, then bolted upright. “Shit, I have to get ready for work.” She tried to scramble off the bed, but I caught her ankle and pulled her back to me.

“See me tonight.”

“Are you asking me or telling me?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow at me.

“Asking. Begging, if you want. Let me see you. Let me worship you again.”

Cupping my face, she pressed a kiss to my mouth. “Yes.” She moved off the bed and walked naked into the bathroom. My dick was fucking hard, but Wren’s pussy was shut for the moment. I laid back on the pillows and started to stroke myself, but in my mind it was Wren. Her hand glided over my length, her nails teasing me as she cupped my heavy sac. She lowered her mouth to my cock, and I thrust up into it. My hips flexed into my palm, making me hiss.

I got myself off to the vision of Wren, knowing that I was sliding down a very slippery slope. Soon, I wouldn’t be able to let her go. Soon, I would want to keep her forever. I came with a bark, my cum splashing against the plains of my abs and onto my chest. I bit my lip to keep the groaning to a minimum, but my orgasm was long and drawn out and fucking intense. I think my ears stopped working too because when I came back online, I heard a gasp and an appreciative moan. Cracking one eye open, I saw Wren staring at me, her hand clutching the towel around her breasts.

I shouldn’t want more. I shouldn’t need more, but my cock had other ideas. I was still fucking hard despite just coming all over myself. I palmed my length, sucking in a hiss, and her eyes darkened with lust.

“Want to come and help a guy out?” I asked in a drawl.

She nodded, dropped the towel, and crawled up the bed. Biting her lip, she ran her fingers through my cum, then brought them to her cunt, rubbing it over herself.

“Holy fuck! Wren, baby, that’s so fucking hot.”

With a nod, she slid onto my raging erection, burying herself to the hilt and staying there a moment before she began to move.

By the time I made it into the club, I was wrung out. I’d fucked Wren until she’d come again, and I was right there behind her. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get tired of her, but then that niggling thought that she was only here for the short term sat in my head and blew all my hopes to fucking pieces.

“Hey, boss,” Rachel said from behind her post at the bar. She smiled at me like she was waiting for an invitation to suck my dick again, but I wasn’t interested. Especially not now when I had Wren in my life.

I lifted my chin in greeting but kept walking. I found Dagger in my office when I walked in.

“Boss, we have a problem.”

Not the words I wanted to hear this morning. I was still riding my fucking high, and this declaration was a fucking shot in the chest. “What is it?” I snarled, stalking to my desk and sitting on the chair.

“The cops are sniffing around. They think we’ve got something to do with the dealers getting hit.” “They’ve got nothing on us,” I replied. “They’re fishing.”

He folded his meaty arms over his chest. “They were also asking questions about Sanderson’s man who turned up dead.”

“Did you wipe all evidence?”

He gave me a flat stare. “This isn’t my first fucking rodeo, boss.”

Of course, it wasn’t. Dagger was ex-military. The government had trained him themselves. I tapped my desk as I thought about options. Since the cops were only fishing, and there was nothing to connect me to the dealers, I decided not to worry about it. “Just keep an eye on things, but I’m fucking confident we’re not a serious suspect.” When Dagger just stood there for a moment too long, I barked, “What?”

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“Jesus-fucking-Christ, like I need this right now?” I slammed my fist onto the desk, making everything rattle. Pain hummed through my hand, but it did nothing to soothe the dark beast lurking inside. “Get rid of her.”

Slowly, Dagger shook his head. “I’ve been fobbing her off for over a week now. She’s done waiting.”

Fuck! “Fine. When?” “In about fifteen.”

Motherfucker. I glared at Dagger like he was personally responsible for the heat from the cops.

Working my jaw, I bit down the urge to shoot something, took a few deep breaths, then said calmly,

“Fine. Send her in when she gets here. Anything else you want to bring to my attention this morning?” His dark brows drew down over his eyes. “We need another Doll to replace Syndy.”

I knew this shit was coming. Opening my laptop, I entered the password and went into the directory I kept of all the women who had applied to work here. “All right.” I highlighted three names, then turned my laptop around for Dagger to see. “These three. Vet them again. Who knows how much has changed in the last however long since they applied, then get them in for interviews.” “You got it, boss.”