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It was nothing like he was thinking.And absolutely nothing I had any intention of sharing.

“No one hurt me like that, Connor.I promise.”

“Good.”

And then his mouth slammed to mine, sucking my indignation and breath and any remaining sense right out of me.

Eight

Connor

She was hiding something.It was on the tip of her tongue but so well hidden, working it out of her would take time.Which was something I never considered investing in when it came to women.

There was an itch under my skin, an irritation that prickled when Brenna wouldn’t look at me.She shouldn’t mean so much to me.There was nothing specific about her that would make her different from any other woman, except for the fact I knew I’d been the only man to touch her.

That had to be this pull I felt to her.Some primitive male DNA embedded somewhere deep inside me that recognized her asmine.Had never been anyone else’s.

She was also right.It was none of my business.Nothing except what she chose to give me was and right now, her mewls sliding into my mouth and shooting straight to my already hard dick was enough to make me sayfuck it.

I didn’t need her secrets to make her come.

I lifted her and carried her down the hall to my bedroom where she easily wrapped her legs around my hips and fused her mouth to mine.

Screw figuring out her secrets.

I made women come.A lot.Then I came.Then we went our separate ways.Brenna Kemper didn’t have to be anyone different.As I had the thought, there was another spike of annoyance in my mind.

Possibly my subconscious warning me not to fuck over my boss’s daughter.

Her attitude was in stark contrast to her actions.Sparking and burning bright white hot but fizzling as fast as a spring downpour.All of it done with blushing cheeks showing her purity at every corner.It was none of my damn business why the boss’s daughter rarely made an appearance.I’d definitely remember if she had.

Perhaps that was why I was so damn curious.She had never been to a game I could remember.She’d never been at the annual fall kick-off.Another mystery to unravel on a day when she wasn’t squeezing her thighs around my legs like a vise.

She tasted like honey, sweet with her mouth warmed from the wine and possibly lust and, hell, if it wasn’t so damn sexy as she rocked her body against me.A hundred thoughts raced through my brain.Would her cunt taste the same?Sweeter?

I groaned, squeezing her tight and tangled my hand in her hair, angling her so I could shove my tongue deeper into her mouth.

She arched against me, her body pressed to me.It would take everything I had to take this slowly, to not hurt her again.And somehow, the idea of foreplay, driving her crazy with need, leaving hercravingmore when I was done with her tonight so I was all she thought about until our next time together, drove me frantic.

“Hold on,” I said, pulling back, suckling at the soft skin next to her mouth, her jaw, the column of her alabaster white throat.There wasn’t a mark on her.No freckles.She was so pale, her flesh looked as pure as the rest of her was.

I set her on her feet, my hands so large and her waist so tiny I could almost wrap them around her as I guided her back toward my bed.The white comforter was unwrinkled, but I was anxious to get her body on it, messing up my sheets and pillowcases, leaving her scent lingering long after this night ended.

My attraction to her made no sense.A smarter man might have questioned it, possibly denied it, but she had come to me for help before she truly asked that first night at Glitz.

Whatever the instant connection was between us, she wasmine.Mine to touch.Mine to teach.

It was a rare beauty, a woman who could be so pure but strong, so beautiful yet innocent.

Something told me Brenna hid more than she shared and it was the hidden depths of her, the unknown places and desires I had the most illicit urge to unwrap.

She whispered my name, falling from her lips like a quiet plea, as if terrified of me…or to speak too loud to break whatever spell swirled around us when we were close.

I pulled back, skimmed my hands up the sides of her breasts, her shoulders, down her arms and to her hands.I caught every expression she showed me, every tiny little gasp or whimper, every tremble or wiggle when I slid close to sensitive places.Tonight wouldn’t go as far as she wanted.

I was a man used to restraint when required, revelry in madness when acceptable.I was a man who knew my limits, thrived on pushing boundaries but lived by a set of standards.

That was all on the football field.The gym.My career or my schooling that helped get me to this place.I had never had to instate those practices to my sex life, but for Brenna, they were required.

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