women.”
It never occurred to me that Veda might dislike the idea of me interacting with other women. Why would it? I’ve got the fantasy girl I never knew I needed, living right here under my roof—and she’s better than I could have ever imagined. “Is that right?” Our kiss is long and wet and we don’t pull away until we’re both panting. “What did you find out?”
“There are some pretty ones.” Her fingernails dig into the back of my neck, her voice catching. “I want you to fire them all on Monday, Ramsey.”
It’s an irrational and, hell, illegal solution to her unfounded jealousy, but knowing she’s possessive, too, has me so fucking hot, I can barely be logical. “Angel, the only girl I’m interested in is wearing little, red panties in my kitchen. And I can’t fire someone because of how they look.”
If her feet were on the floor, she would have stomped one about now. “Figure something out .” She closes her eyes with a frustrated sigh and when she opens them again, they’re glittering with unshed tears, her mouth in a sexy pout. “Please, Ramsey?” Her hips treat me to another slow grind. “It will make me happy.”
There it is. Those five words rule my universe now. I don’t know how I’ll manage to accomplish what she’s asking, but I know I’ll stop at nothing to make her blissful. God knows I’m irrational and jealous over her—how can I ignore that same quality in her, when I know how much it burns? “I’ll figure it out between now and Monday,” I say, my heart going wild when she beams at me like the summer sunshine. “But you’ll have to point out the pretty ones, because I can’t remember a single other woman’s face since I met you.”
Her mouth falls open, eyes going soft at my honesty. “Do you really mean that?”
“I never say anything I don’t mean.”
She hums, her gaze trailing down over my collar. “You looked so hot when you walked in.” She’s buoyant now over having gotten her way and I love it. God, I’m going to spoil this princess rotten. “You’re always so hot . The girls in my class would die if they saw you. But I’ll never let them,” she finishes in a sing song voice, her feet swinging back and forth on either side of me. “Are we going to have sex now?”
Yes . The urge to growl the word and tuck myself into her pussy is severe, so I close my eyes and count to ten. “Veda, besides me taking you to bed, what else would make you happy?”
Her feet stop swinging. “Like, right now?”
I nod.
She plays with the ends of my hair as she thinks. “Is money an object?”
“Money is never an object.” I think of the check I wrote out to her father, the words mine now written on the memo line. The six-figure wardrobe I ordered for her from Bergdorf’s this morning. “Especially when it comes to you.”
“Let’s do something good with it.” Finding her feet, she slides out from beneath me and dances around the kitchen. The jealousy is gone now and replaced by the sweet, gracious girl I met on the roof of my building, who begged me not to jump. She’s a thousand personalities rolled up into one disarming package and I crave them all. “Let’s go buy a bunch of sporting equipment and donate it to a youth center. Or…or…rent out a cinema and bring a bunch of underprivileged kids to see a movie. With popcorn. Can we do that?”
“Yes.” Her energy is infectious and I think I must be smiling like a crazy person, even with my hard dick wedged up behind my belt. Although, when something occurs to me, my smile fades. “Were you one of those underprivileged kids at one point, Veda?”
She looks off to the side and I immediately miss her eyes. “A long time ago, before my father started working for you, the three of us—me, him, and my mother—lived in a studio in East New York. He’d been laid off from his old job and my mother was sick, so she couldn’t work. It was…hard. We didn’t eat sometimes. And I never
It never occurred to me that Veda might dislike the idea of me interacting with other women. Why would it? I’ve got the fantasy girl I never knew I needed, living right here under my roof—and she’s better than I could have ever imagined. “Is that right?” Our kiss is long and wet and we don’t pull away until we’re both panting. “What did you find out?”
“There are some pretty ones.” Her fingernails dig into the back of my neck, her voice catching. “I want you to fire them all on Monday, Ramsey.”
It’s an irrational and, hell, illegal solution to her unfounded jealousy, but knowing she’s possessive, too, has me so fucking hot, I can barely be logical. “Angel, the only girl I’m interested in is wearing little, red panties in my kitchen. And I can’t fire someone because of how they look.”
If her feet were on the floor, she would have stomped one about now. “Figure something out .” She closes her eyes with a frustrated sigh and when she opens them again, they’re glittering with unshed tears, her mouth in a sexy pout. “Please, Ramsey?” Her hips treat me to another slow grind. “It will make me happy.”
There it is. Those five words rule my universe now. I don’t know how I’ll manage to accomplish what she’s asking, but I know I’ll stop at nothing to make her blissful. God knows I’m irrational and jealous over her—how can I ignore that same quality in her, when I know how much it burns? “I’ll figure it out between now and Monday,” I say, my heart going wild when she beams at me like the summer sunshine. “But you’ll have to point out the pretty ones, because I can’t remember a single other woman’s face since I met you.”
Her mouth falls open, eyes going soft at my honesty. “Do you really mean that?”
“I never say anything I don’t mean.”
She hums, her gaze trailing down over my collar. “You looked so hot when you walked in.” She’s buoyant now over having gotten her way and I love it. God, I’m going to spoil this princess rotten. “You’re always so hot . The girls in my class would die if they saw you. But I’ll never let them,” she finishes in a sing song voice, her feet swinging back and forth on either side of me. “Are we going to have sex now?”
Yes . The urge to growl the word and tuck myself into her pussy is severe, so I close my eyes and count to ten. “Veda, besides me taking you to bed, what else would make you happy?”
Her feet stop swinging. “Like, right now?”
I nod.
She plays with the ends of my hair as she thinks. “Is money an object?”
“Money is never an object.” I think of the check I wrote out to her father, the words mine now written on the memo line. The six-figure wardrobe I ordered for her from Bergdorf’s this morning. “Especially when it comes to you.”
“Let’s do something good with it.” Finding her feet, she slides out from beneath me and dances around the kitchen. The jealousy is gone now and replaced by the sweet, gracious girl I met on the roof of my building, who begged me not to jump. She’s a thousand personalities rolled up into one disarming package and I crave them all. “Let’s go buy a bunch of sporting equipment and donate it to a youth center. Or…or…rent out a cinema and bring a bunch of underprivileged kids to see a movie. With popcorn. Can we do that?”
“Yes.” Her energy is infectious and I think I must be smiling like a crazy person, even with my hard dick wedged up behind my belt. Although, when something occurs to me, my smile fades. “Were you one of those underprivileged kids at one point, Veda?”
She looks off to the side and I immediately miss her eyes. “A long time ago, before my father started working for you, the three of us—me, him, and my mother—lived in a studio in East New York. He’d been laid off from his old job and my mother was sick, so she couldn’t work. It was…hard. We didn’t eat sometimes. And I never
Similar Books
