Page 70 of Out of the Shadow

Her words warm the spot in my heart that I’ve dubbed “Angie’s Place.” I’ve decided to stay—for now—and I need her to know I’m not leaving when the cameras do. “A compliment from my boss. I want to be able to show you I’m dedicated.” To more than just real estate.

She traces my cheek. “I admire your dedication.”

“I mean it, Angie. The show’s almost done filming, which means it should be airing within a couple of months. It’ll bring a ton of publicity and lots of new clients through the doors.”

She sighs. “That’s the plan. I do need this influx. It was either do the show or start giving classes on how to pass the real estate exam.” She kisses my chest, right above my heart. “I think I placed the right bet.”

“It’ll happen.” I screw up my courage and ask the question that’s been nagging me ever since we had dinner with her family. “Are you in a lot of debt?”

Her hand slides off my body. “I’m making all the minimums. Don’t worry about it.”

I scoop her into my arms and hug her. “I hate that you worry about money.”

She snuggles into my body for a moment before pushing away. Her head turns away from me. “Money’s a necessary evil, in my book. It’s not the reason I do the job. I like helping people secure their futures.”

Right then and there, I make a promise to help the agency grow. “You’re so selfless. I’m amazed. When my father cut off my trust fund—”

She shakes her head. “What?”

I sit up and let my hand play with her long hair. “Yep. He got pissed when he saw a photo the papps took. Said I needed to find my own way. In an odd sense, I’m grateful to him because it brought me out here.” To her. I don’t add that last bit, but I’m sure she knows it.

“Wow. It all makes sense now. I couldn’t understand why you wanted the part, especially since you had no experience in real estate.”

I shrug. “That’s not exactly true, you know. I have a lot of friends—” I pause.

No, I don’t really have a lot of friends. What I have is a large circle of acquaintances. Blaine is my friend. Trevorwas. And now I count Angie and her family as budding members of my true friends’ circle. The Angie Spot in my heart grows another size.

Clearing my throat, I start over. “I circulate with diverse groups of people. One time, someone told me he was moving. His house was pretty sick. I’d been out there for a few events, so I was pretty familiar with the layout and neighborhood. The next week I was hanging out with a different group, and one of the women mentioned that she was looking to move to that city. She told me a bit about what she was looking for, and I could tell she was a perfect fit. I put those two in touch, and she ended up buying his house. From there, everyone started letting me know if they were looking to buy or sell, and I did my best to hook up matches.”

She traces my ab muscles. Her gentle touch makes me want to keep working on them so she has something to admire for many years to come. “That’s pretty cool. So you did have a little bit of experience, even if it wasn’t in the traditional sense.”

“Yeah. But I have to admit, the traditional approach is actually more exciting to me. Bringing a buyer to a bunch of properties and seeing which one they choose is a thrill.”

“Exactly!” She kisses the center of my torso. And lower. And lower still.

Before she reaches my nowveryawake cock, I pull her up and flip her over. I don’t normally do missionary, but it feels right with this woman because we’re so connected. I kiss her face, her lips, and her neck while letting my hands roam over her tits. They’re perfect. And so, so real.

“King, if you keep this up, you’re going to spoil me.”

“That’s the idea.” I give her nipple another tiny bite before grabbing a condom and rolling it on. I have to get inside her and feel her tight walls crush my cock again. Bracketing myself over her, I sink my hips forward and enter her wet pussy.

I pull back and she moans.

Because I don’t want to hurt her—she really is very tight around me—I repeat this motion, just like the first time. I’m finally in all the way, and I wrap her leg around my hip to gain better leverage. This time I’m in charge, and I intend to take full advantage.

Latching onto her distended nipple, I let my tongue roam around it while my free hand plays with her other one.

On a pant, she exclaims, “Yes, King!”

I worship this woman in my arms with my tongue and my teeth and my cock. Her pussy changes around me, signaling she’s going to come again. I pump in and out of her at a fast pace now, sweat rolling off my body and mingling with hers.

When she doesn’t break right away, I bite her earlobe since I know that’s one of her erogenous zones. “Come for me, baby,” I whisper in her ear.

That does it. Her pussy contracts around me and she screams loud enough for everyone in the whole apartment building to hear. I don’t care. This woman ismine. When she’s almost recovered, I tweak her nipples and pump into her—hard. Under me, she reignites and I reach down to stroke her clit.

“Again,” she screams as another orgasm rips through her body.

My balls tingle and I pump harder into her. The next second, I explode and roar my satisfaction.

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