Page 107 of The Road Less Traveled By

Those four words haven't left my mind, and all throughout the meetings Nico made me sit through, it’s all I’ve been able to think about.

Bree Hart is my fucking undoing, and I never want to be put back together.

She makes me fucking feral. Never in my life did I think I would be the type of guy to finger someone in my car as I drove home, but that’s exactly what I did. Since we talked about the intimacy in our relationship, I’ve been wanting her to make the first move.

And fuck, has she surprised me. My girl is catching me off guard more than I care to admit, but God, if I didn't love the way she grabbed my hand and took what she wanted, what sheneeded.

It was almost the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

The thing that tops that list is remembering what she looked like writhing on top of my desk last week, her dress all bunched up as I finally tasted her. Every time I step foot into my office, I hear the echo of her moaning my fucking name as she came all over my face and my fingers.

Making Bree Hart moan is like hearing angels sing.

I’ve been sitting in my room catching up on some pictures that the guys sent me of Nellie while I’ve been gone. Since I was recovering, Nico and the rest of our team helped to take care of Nell.

It was weird, but it feels nice to have a solid team I can trust to take care of things. I don't say it often, but I love the guys I work with. They feel more like family lately, and I couldn't be more thankful for that.

For the first time in my life, I feel like I belong—not only beside Bree, but with the people Nico and I hired. They’ve all been with us since the beginning, and it feels good to have such a trusted environment around me when I’m not used to having anyone.

I have roots now, I think. I’ve officially settled into who I want to be, instead of chasing after something I’d probably never find. I’m done running, and it’s finally time to build a life of my own—here, with Bree and her family.

No more jumping from case to case, trying to protect as many people as I could because I couldn't protect my parents.

I have Bree now, and she’s all I need.

As if I summoned her, two soft knocks tap against my door, and when I open it, my jaw drops.

Because Bree is standing at my door in nothing but a black lace bra, matching panties, and black heels, red lipstick painted on her lips.

Holy fucking shit.

“Can I come in?” she asks, a sly smile gracing her beautiful features.

I can barely speak, so I nod my head. I close the door and turn around to see her sitting on the edge of my bed.

I feel like I’m on autopilot as I grab her chin. “Look at you, dressed in black, making me all flustered, Bree.”

“I promised that we would finish what I started. I don't break my promises, Vince.”

She’s doing a number on me right now, and I can barely think, barely breathe, without wanting to rip her clothes off and touch every single part of her body. I want to feel her long nails drag down my back, leaving marks I’ll see the next day.

But not yet. Not tonight. Tonight, I have other plans for her.

I get down on both of my knees in front of her and place my hands on her thighs. Thighs that I want my head buried between. Thighs that I dream about suffocating me for just another taste of her.

I take one of my hands and drag it down her face, her jawline, until I cup the back of her neck and force her to look at me. “You’re in control tonight, angel. Where do you want me?”

Her cheeks flush instantly, and I bet if I dipped my fingers into her pussy, she’d be wet.

All mine.

“Take your clothes off and lay down.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I say, immediately following orders. I never thought Bree bossing me around would get my dick this hard, but holy fucking shit, I don't think I’ve ever been this needy.

I lay down on my bed, fully naked, and I reach for my cock, but I see Bree shake her head.

“Don’t touch. Not yet, Vince,” she says as she pulls her bra strap down over her shoulder. “Eyes on me, okay?”

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