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  Each move Mills makes against my body causes my cock to twitch, which could be why I woke with a throbbing erection, the head of my dick soaked with pre-cum. Careful not to wake her, I untangle my body from hers and head to the bathroom. I’ve been holding my piss for over an hour, not wanting to wake her. I’m not sure what time it is, the sunlight is blocked by my room darkening blinds. After pissing for what seems like five minutes, I grab my toothbrush as I can still taste Mills. A flavor I can surely get used to.

  Quietly, I crawl back into bed. Mills rolls over, tossing her leg over mine, laying her head on my chest. Her breathing is soft, and every so often, a little snore escapes her.

  Mills is beautiful, and I don’t just mean her face. Her body is a temple, and I was a disciple who worshiped it last night. She’s even more beautiful while she sleeps. The badass façade she presents when she’s awake is no longer present. While she sleeps, her body is fully relaxed. The few times I’ve been in her presence, it’s as if she has a wall up around her. One I’d like to knock down, brick by brick, if she’ll give me the chance. I’d like to spend time with her, get to know her. I want to know what makes Mills tick.

  Relationships have never been my thing. But there’s something about this girl, and I can’t put my finger on it. From the moment I laid eyes on her in the bar, she was under my skin.

  I slowly trail my fingertips along her arm, outlining her tattoo. Her back is the only part of her not inked. I admire her body art; it’s impressive. I could stare at the tattoos covering her body, shoulders, and legs for hours. Mills begins to stir under the light grazes of my fingertips. She lifts her head up, meeting my eyes.

  Even filled with sleep, her gray eyes are stunning in the morning. I lift my hand, running my fingers through her chaotic short red hair. “Good morning, beautiful.”

  She lifts her hand to cover her mouth and speaks behind it. “Do you have an extra toothbrush?”

  I nod my head toward the adjoining bathroom. “There’s a pack in the vanity under the sink. Help yourself to one.”

  She stands, pulling the sheet off the bed and wrapping it around her gorgeous, naked body. As she walks to the bathroom, I can’t bring myself to look away. Mills shuts the door behind her, blocking my view. I hear the vanity door close, and the water begins to run. After a few minutes, she opens the door, exiting the bathroom. Her eyes dart around the room, panic in her eyes.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask, my voice filled with concern.

  She clears her throat. “I’m looking for my clothes. They were on the floor when I fell asleep.”

  I pat the bed next to me. “I picked them up.” I lift my finger and point to the top of my dresser. “They’re folded and on top of my dresser.”

  She walks to get her clothes, and I spring into action. I want to have a little fun with her before I head to the shop and let her go to do whatever it is she needs to do today.

  Jumping out of bed and taking a few quick strides, I wrap my arms around her waist, lifting her over my shoulder.

  “What are you doing?” she squeals in surprise.

  “I’m not done with you. What sort of host would I be to allow you to go home without a morning orgasm?”

  Mills’ hand comes down hard on my left ass cheek. “You are insane. Put me down,” she says in between laughs.

  “Not a chance in hell, woman.” I toss Mills on my bed and crawl up her body. My greedy lips consume the exposed skin of her neck, tasting, biting, sucking, marking her while she breathes rapidly beneath me.

  Her bold gray eyes dart back and forth from my eyes, lingering on my mouth a bit too long before they dart back up to mine, which I’m sure express everything I plan to do to her.

  I don’t know what Mills is thinking. After the night we had together, there was no way in hell I was letting her go without having her again this morning. Seeing her gorgeous body, having her perfect tits in my hand, this is how I would love to start every morning.

  Slowly my hands move downward, skimming either side of her body to her thighs. She gasps as her bare chest meets mine. I explore her thighs then move up to her taut stomach. Mills trails tickling fingers up and down my back.

  Her impatience grows to explosive proportions as she reaches between us, taking my cock in her hands. She strokes my shaft from top to bottom before rubbing her fingertip over my engorged head. A bead of moisture glistens at the top of my crown. I thrust my hips forward a few times, and Mills glides her hand over my shaft and squeezes. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and inhale. I don’t plan on coming in her hand. No, I want her pussy wrapped around me.

  “I want this,” she moans, stroking me from root to tip. “Now,” she orders.

  “I want you so fucking bad.” Not needing to be told twice, I reach over her and pluck a condom from the nightstand, quickly sheathing myself.

  Running the tip of my cock over her clit, she moans my name.

  “Lee,” she pants. That’s all I need to hear before sliding in hard, hot, and ready. We both groan aloud when I’m all the way in. I let out a string of curse words, and Mills closes her eyes as I begin to move. The feeling of her tight pussy wrapping around my cock is a feeling I will never get enough of.

  I groan before dipping my head to take her taut, dusky pink nipple between my teeth, pulling the piercing into my mouth. When I bite down, she squirms beneath my body. I move to the next, kissing and sucking on her skin so I can give the other the same attention.

  I tug and roll the hardened peak between my teeth, teasing the tip of her breast. Never will I get enough of her. This woman has gotten under my skin in such a short time.

  She surrenders her body completely as I capture her lower lip with my teeth and tug. The touch of her lips is a delicious sensation. Her hands cup my face. She parts her lips, meeting the demands of the kiss.

  Mills’ hands move down my back until she reaches my ass and digs her nails in, pulling me further into her. My hips rise to thrust deep into her, to let her feel what she is doing to me.

  “Lee.”

  I lean forward and kiss her softly. “That’s it.”

  When she moans my name again, I nearly lose my mind. Moving my hips in a steady rhythm, I plunge into her.

  “Don’t stop.” Her voice trails off. A few more thrusts and she detonates. The explosion takes all the oxygen from her body as she cries out. Mills’ expressive eyes darken as a wave of ecstasy crashes within her body. “Oh my God,” she moans and thrashes her head back and forth. Her body trembles violently when her orgasm hits.

  My heartbeat throbs against my ears. I claim her mouth once more as my cock drives in one last time before I empty myself in her warm body.

  Heavy breathing and the smell of hot sex fills the air. When we break apart, I rest my forehead against hers and gather some much-needed oxygen. Our breathing is ragged as Mills continues to grind her body against me, her pussy still clenching my cock.

  Once I’m able to feel my legs, I pull out and discard the condom in the trash can next to the bed.

  She licks her bottom lip, which is puffy now. Mills pulls the sheet up to cover her naked body. I hope she doesn’t care that I left my mark on her. Lifting my finger, I point to her neck and chest. “Sorry about those. I guess I got a little carried away.”

  Her brows shoot up. “What did you do?”

  I shrug my shoulders. “I left my mark on you among all the other beautiful ones on your perfect body.”

  Mills jumps out of bed and walks into the bathroom.

  “Lee,” she yells, walking back out. “You have got to be kidding me! You gave me hickeys. How old are you?” Her eyes narrow, pointing to the bruised markings on her chest and neck.

  “Sorry,” I say apologetically, chuckling halfheartedly, knowing it’s a lie.

  A little cocky smirk appears on her face. “Paybacks are a bitch, my friend.” The tip of her tongue traces her lips, toning down her grin to a smirk.

  “Promise?” I say, walking over to her, my
hands wrapping around her waist. I pull her against my body, and my dick twitches against her stomach. “Paybacks means there will be another opportunity of me pleasuring you again. I like that.”

  “Don’t get ahead of yourself. I already told you, I don’t do repeats.”

  “Yet, I fucked you hard last night and again this morning. I’d say that qualifies as a repeat. You already broke one rule. Why not a few more?” I whisper against her lips.

  I plan on breaking every single one of her rules.

  One. Rule. At. A. Time.

  Chapter Ten

  Juliette

  His tongue sends shivers of desire racing through my body. The kiss obliterates my every thought. For the first time, my mind isn’t locked on pushing someone away, rather, my mind races with thoughts of what this man is capable of doing to me.

  My lips are still warm and moist from his kiss as I stare into his deep blue eyes. His fingers gently run up and down my spine, and he leans down, resting his forehead against mine. I close my eyes in anticipation. His lips brush against mine as he speaks. “Let me take you to dinner this week.”

  I nod, not trusting my voice. Lee moves his hand to the back of my head, angling me for better access. He adds more force to our lips, deepening the kiss. This isn’t just a kiss. It has awakened something inside of me I’ve never felt before. I’m shocked at my own eager response to the touch of his lips.

  I love the feel of his breath on my skin and the way my curves fit perfectly into his hands. Lee pulls away, leaving me panting. His gaze travels over my face and searches my eyes. He smacks my bare ass. “We’ll finish this the next time I see you.”

  A gasp leaves my lips. Son of a bitch. My body is aching for more. I stand there for a few seconds, waiting until my quickened pulse quiets. Finding my clothes folded neatly on his dresser, I dress quickly, knowing I need to get out of here before I beg him to give me the release I need again.

  I hate that my body reacts to him. I responded to him from the very start. Sparing a look over my shoulder, Lee stares boldly, assessing my body. “I like my marks on you,” he says, pulling on a pair of shorts. “I could get used to it.”

  His look is so galvanizing, it sends a tremor through my body.

  “Don’t look at me like that,” I say, biting my lip ring. “And who said you will get used to anything?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.

  “You’re the one who said paybacks are a bitch. I’m holding you to that promise. You already agreed to letting me take you to dinner this week.”

  My heart dances with excitement at the thought of seeing Lee again. I need to get out of here as quickly as possible. This man spells trouble, with a capital T.

  As I walk out of the bedroom, I call over my shoulder, “Maybe. Maybe not.”

  Lee follows me out of the bedroom, quick on my heels. Leaning down, he whispers against my neck, “I don’t make promises I don’t plan to keep, so you should get used to it.”

  A shiver runs down my spine, blanketing my body with goosebumps. An unwelcome surge of excitement flows through me. It’s at this very moment I realize Lee is dangerous.

  With my hand on the door, I release a long exhale. “Good thing you don’t, because that’s all I seem to do.”

  Without turning around, I open the door, then close it quickly behind me.

  “So, did Mr. Big Dick rock your world last night?” Quinn’s voice startles me.

  I didn’t even notice her standing in the kitchen, making herself a cup of coffee. I was praying she would have already left for work by the time I got home.

  Ignoring her question, I walk into the kitchen, grabbing a cup from the cabinet. With my back toward her, I can feel her eyes burning a hole in the back of my head. I brew myself a cup of coffee and turn to face her. She leans against the counter, crossing her ankles and takes a sip of her steaming coffee.

  “You smell like sex. You didn’t even shower before you left his place?” Her nose curls in the air. “Gross.”

  My eyes narrow at her. “Shut up. We are not having this discussion.”

  Quinn completely ignores my attitude as she pulls a stool out at the island and sits across from me. Lifting the mug to her mouth, she takes a sip, eyeing me over the rim. Her mouth curves into a smug smile as she watches me. “Sure we are. You stayed the night. That’s a first. This calls for a discussion.”

  I sigh. “It’s not a big deal. I stayed the night.”

  She knows I’m lying. Quinn knows me better than I know myself. I’ve never been able to hide anything from her. When I first went to live with my parents, I didn’t speak a word for months. When I was enrolled in school, I didn’t speak to anyone there. I never spoke to her, but she always stayed close to me. Kids were mean to me, mocked me, called me a mute. I didn’t engage with them; I didn’t care what they thought of me. But Quinn never gave up on me. She pushed and pushed until she broke down the walls I had built. She always had my back. It took a while, but eventually, I accepted her friendship, and we’ve been inseparable since.

  “This is a big deal, who are you kidding? I’ve known you for seventeen years, and you have never stayed the night anywhere besides your parents and my house growing up. Especially not after sleeping with someone.”

  I lift my cup to my lips, blowing on my coffee before I take a mouthful. It’s easier to avoid her than admit the truth. Quinn has been right there with me. She knows me.

  “I hate everything about him. I’ve only known him for a short time, and I hate what he’s done to me.”

  Quinn smirks. “You hate him because he made you feel? Being closed off gets lonely sometimes. It’s okay to accept that he stirs something inside you. It’s a nice feeling, if you accept it.”

  I set my mug down. “My stomach turns when he’s near.”

  “You know, that’s called butterflies, not indigestion.”

  Frustrated, I run my fingers through my short hair. “Nobody likes a smartass, Quinn.”

  “Your eyes lit up when you spotted him in the restaurant. Your cheeks turned pink when he approached the table. I’ve never seen you react to someone like that before. I saw the way he looked at you last night. I like him.”

  She takes another sip of her coffee. “I have to admit, I loved seeing you that way.”

  I rub at my stiff neck. “He wants to take me to dinner this week.”

  She lifts her shoulder. “So, what’s wrong with that?”

  “I told him I don’t date.”

  “Are you listening to yourself? You sound like an asshole. It’s dinner. He didn’t ask you to marry him, Jules.” She sets her chin in a stubborn line.

  I clamp my jaw tight and stare. “With my busy schedule, there’s no room for romance.”

  Quinn smacks her hands on the island. “I call bullshit!” She points her finger at me. “But you have time to fuck faceless men.” She narrows her eyes. “Your schedule has nothing to do with it.”

  An even more terrifying realization washes over me. I liked the way Lee made me feel. He made me feel alive. A feeling I’m not used to. I can sit here and make excuses, but Quinn sees through it.

  “I have rules for a reason.”

  Her brows set in a straight line. “Your rules are ridiculous. Rules are meant to be broken.” She smiles eagerly. “Take a risk. He seems like a nice guy.”

  Quinn doesn’t stop there. She licks her lips. “All tall and broody. Not to mention those tattoos.” Her eyes go wide, and her finger taps her chin. “I wonder what he looks like naked.”

  Her smile fades a little when I glare at her. My hand clenches reflexively on the mug. “Shut your mouth. You don’t need to be wondering what he looks like naked.”

  She narrows her eyes at me because she knows she hit a nerve. She’s taunting me, and I took the bait easily. Too easily.

  “Touchy. I like it.” She rests her chin on her hand, a bemused smile on her lips. “Who would have thought I’d see the day Juliette Mills would be possessive over a man?”

>   I turn my back toward her and rinse my cup before loading it into the dishwasher. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  The noise of the stool against the floor echoes in the quiet apartment. ”You’ve never been a good liar,” Quinn whispers against my ear before placing her cup in the sink and walking away, leaving me standing there.

  She’s right. I’ve never been a good liar.

  Quinn turns back before she reaches the hall, smiling with satisfaction. “So, does his nickname fit? Shall he be known as Mr. Big Dick?” She turns and laughs.

  “It fits,” I holler at her retreating form as her giggles echo through the quiet apartment.

  The past few days have gone by in a blur. My schedule was filled with clients at Novocain, and I’ve been meaning to make a trip to the new shop, but I haven’t had a chance yet. Lee and I didn’t exchange numbers, and I’ve avoided Murphy’s for fear of running into him.

  “Mills,” Rachel calls from the front counter. “You have a call.”

  She walks over from my station, holding the phone out for me. “This is Mills, how can I help you?”

  “A friend of mine was in to see you recently for a tattoo,” a soft voice says on the other end of the line.

  “Okay, I do several tattoos a day. Can you give me a few more details?”

  Rachel eyes me, arching a brow. I shrug my shoulders at her, showing my confusion.

  “You… Um—” she clears her throat. “Helped cover a scar.”

  I look away from Rachel, biting my lip. “I know the customer. How can I help you?” I ask as casually as I can manage.

  “I was, um...” She clears her throat again. “I was hoping maybe you could help me too.” Her voice drifts into a hushed whisper.

  “Hold on one sec,” I say into the receiver.

  “Sure.”

  “I’ll take the call in my office,” I say to Rachel, placing the call on hold. Rachel gives me a look of confusion, but I choose to ignore it.