Page 20 of Takedown

“Why don’t you see yourself the way I do?” I ask. She looks down, seemingly embarrassed by my probing eyes. “You don’t see how beautiful you are. And how smart and resilient. And everyone who knows you loves you. Your brother and his wife. Your little niece. The people you work with. Hell, they promoted you. Yet, you let whatever mistakes you’ve made in your past define you. Why? Whatever you’ve done, it doesn’t matter now. All that matters is that you’re here with me.” A fat tear rolls out of her eyes, and I reach over and kiss her. She still tastes of coffee and sugar. I let out a satisfied groan when she deepens the kiss.

One of her soft hands finds its way up my t-shirt, and she strokes my lower abs. I make them flex and she moans in my mouth. Her hand finds the waistband of my shorts, and without any shyness, she reaches in and touches me. This time, it’s me who moans, but this isn’t about me. This is for my wife. I move her hand and straddle her. When I reach for the hem of her shirt, she lifts her arms, and I take it off. Her breasts are bare, and I kiss down to her belly button. While I explore and bite the soft skin on her stomach, I remove the rest of her clothes.

She’s beautiful with perfect brown skin. Even the mole on the side of her stomach is sexy. Her pussy has hair, but it’s perfectly trimmed. I was so hungry for her last night I didn’t get a chance to admire and worship her body the way she needs. I kiss her hipbone and lick my way to the apex of her thighs.

Her body goes completely still while I look at her. I spread her legs apart, and my heart beats faster at the sight of her glistening pussy. I run a finger through her wet folds, and she sighs loudly in the room. I position myself between her legs, and her scent beckons me. It’s a combination of soap and musk. It’s a siren’s call, and it’s been saying my name since I first laid eyes on her. Hell, since I first heard her voice.

I’ve always known it would be like this between us. From the moment our eyes locked while she was watching me workout in the backyard, I knew she belonged to me. She belongs here. In my bed.

“Eyes on me, Mel.” Her eyes are sealed shut while her chest heaves. “Look at me, brown eyes.” I kiss the inside of her thigh and she practically jumps off the bed. “Come on,” I coax again while I swirl my tongue on her smooth, creamy skin. Her eyes pop the second my tongue hits her clit.

“Adam,” she practically swoons. One of her hands finds its way into my hair. I brace myself, waiting for her to tug on it like she did last night, but she surprises me when she caresses my scalp. Goosebumps spread throughout my body, and my dick hardens more. I slide a finger inside her wet pussy and suck her clit. I look up quickly, and just like I ordered her to, her eyes are on me.

With each moan or change of breath, my dick wants her more. It’s just begging to slide inside her warm, hot sheath, but this is for Mel, not me. It doesn’t take long for her. Her hands grasp my skull, holding my face to her pussy while she convulses on the bed.

The moans stop and her breathing returns to normal. I kiss between her thighs and crawl up the bed. I lay on my back, and before I can pull her into my arms, she reaches into my shorts and grabs my dick. I pull her hand away and wrap her in my arms.

“That was for you. I wanted to take care of you for a few minutes. Just relax. The WiFi’s out. We’re in a blizzard, and you just freaked out. Close your eyes and relax. I’ve got you.”

She doesn’t fight me. She turns on her side, and I slide an arm around her waist and spoon her back. She fits me just right. Just like I always knew she would.

11

“Mel,” he groans. I can hear the sleep in his voice. His hand lands on my head and he gently caresses my hair. “Oh, shit, Mel.” My tongue swirls on the top of his dick. It’s big, round and the most perfect shade of pink.

“Eyes on me.” I repeat the same words he used on me hours ago. I woke up from our nap in the same position. My back to his front, and I felt the long, hard rod between my naked ass cheeks. Despite his shorts, there was no mistaking how much he needed relief.

When my eyes lock with his, I take his long, hard dick and slide it into my waiting mouth. Adam lets out a noise, but the way he grabs and pulls my hair tells me he barely has any control left.

I hold his stare as long as I can, but his dick needs all my attention. I bob my head up and down, reveling in the taste and smell of him. Like an uninhibited whore, I take his dick to the back of my throat and gag on it. He moans again and practically falls off the bed. Feeling a sudden power, I take his dick to the back of my throat again, but when I pull out, I bob slowly on his dick while I hold his shaft and pump with one hand.

I slurp on the crown, licking and sucking while I stroke his shaft. His hands tighten on my hair, and he starts to talk nonsense. I get no warning before the thick, hot ropes of cum squirt out. I swallow twice to get it all down. I plop his dick out, and it rests on his thigh, flaccid, but still big. He strokes my hair while I lay my head on his hip.

The clock on the nightstand says it’s just shy of noon. My stomach growls while I hear a vibrating phone. The gravity of my situation hits again, and I jump off the bed, run out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. I lean my naked body against the door and cover my face with my hands.

I push the panic attack down and take a series of breaths before walking away from the door and splashing cold water on my face. While I pat it dry with a towel, I sit on the toilet and wait for my heart rate to return to normal.

I look around the bathroom, take in the ugly brown shower curtain and green floor mats, and I let out a cry of despair. Of all the men in the world, I end up with the one who has the worst taste. Well, at least he’s not a pig. The place might be poorly decorated, but it’s clean.

I wrap the towel around my body and go back to the bedroom. I’m relieved to find it empty. The furniture in this room is the only decent thing he has other than the kitchen table and chairs. The black wooden furniture looks to be high quality and new. My stomach growls, and his phone vibrates again.

Curiosity gets the better of me and I pick it up. No name shows on the screen, just a number from New York City. I toss the phone down, but while I pull my clothes from this morning back on, it vibrates again, and the same number flashes.

I pick up his phone and walk out of the bedroom. I find him in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge.

“Did you steal it?” I ask him. He stands in front of the open fridge and stares at me. He scratches his messy head of hair and furrows his brows. When I hand him the phone, he puts it in his pocket.

“Did I steal my phone?” He gives me that crooked smile. “I bought this phone last week. I think I still have the receipt if you want to see it.” He pulls out the two Tupperware bowls Jason brought over last night and puts them on the counter.

“I meant this ring.” I hold it up and it catches the light. “But since you brought up your phone, someone from New York is trying to reach you.” A flash of something crosses his face. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think it was annoyance, but in all the years I’ve known him, I’ve only seen him angry a few times. The night he arrived home from Vegas and realized I was on a date, and yesterday when Jason stopped by. “Who is it?” I ask. I put my hands on my hips and take a step closer. “If you have some crazy bitch of an ex-girlfriend, you better tell me now.”

He smiles then. A real genuine smile that makes him look younger and his blue eyes sparkle. I feel something in the pit of my stomach.

“Are you jealous, love? No need to be. I take my vows very seriously. I’m property of Melanie Flynn.” He winks at me, and I roll my eyes at him.

“The name is still Dupree.”

“Speaking of, I need you to start on that name change.”

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