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My eyes shoot open to match his gaze.

“Don’t hold back. Come all over my cock, baby. Come all over me.”

His command for my release draws out a scream of wild abandon, which lets me release all over him. Collin’s shouts of pleasure match my own as he takes long, deep strokes inside of me until we both ride the wave and he drops onto the bed beside me.

“I can’t believe this is what sex is like. I would have given up my virginity a while ago.”

He laughs but turns on his side to face me. His mouth immediately descends onto mine, kissing me with a passion like he’s ready to go another round. The man is insatiable.

“No, this pussy is just for me, little girl. Do you have a problem with that?” he asks.

“Not at all, Daddy. Not at all.”

11

COLLIN

To wake up beside a sleeping angel like Cory is a wish I never could have imagined to be granted to me. She wants me. She can’t get enough of me. Even as we lie in her bed, her slender arm drapes over my torso.

A smile spreads across my face as she claims me in her sleep. When I try to move to get up, she holds me tighter and nuzzles against me. The sound of my phone vibrating in the other room forces me to push her arm off me. I cover her naked body with the blanket with every intention of coming back to wake her up properly.

By the time I reach my phone, I’m sporting morning wood that I’m anxious to bury deep inside of Cory until I see who’s calling. Instant deflation.

“Mr. Girard, how can I help you?”

“You have the audacity to answer my call with that smug tone? After the display you put on last night? Chad Abrams is the son of one of the most powerful men in Nevada. Probably the country. You’ve ruined my chances to secure a donation!”

“Hold that thought, Mr. Girard.” I purposely take a breath to calm myself down and decide to head next door to finish the conversation. Once the door closes behind me, remaining calm is my only concern because Cory’s asleep.

I don’t care what her relationship is with the man. I don’t want her to hear me threaten him.

“Mr. Girard,” I talk sternly enough that he doesn’t dare interrupt. “When you hired me to protect Cory, I agreed to the job, and now I’m taking it personally. What would you rather me do, let Cory get assaulted by some creep in a crew neck?”

“You’re supposed to let Chad and Cory have their time alone and that would have secured my donation,” Bjorn grumbles and the blinding anger pulsating from behind my eyes makes me wish we were having this conversation face-to-face.

“Stay away from Cory, Bjorn. If I catch you making her miserable, I’m going to come find you wherever you are on the surface of this planet and make you miserable in ways you never knew possible. Do we have an understanding, Bjorn?”

He huffs and blusters, “Who the hell do you think you’re talking to? Do you know who I am? Do you know how many people I can-”

I cut him off, “If you’re threatening me, you’ve got the wrong taxpayer. My company does more business for the likes of people that drag you through living nightmares. Go ahead and ask around, Bjorn. If you find something contrary to what I’m capable of, please come and find me.”

The feeling of satisfaction that washes over me to end a call without repercussion is almost as good as being inside Cory. Speaking of which, I need to get back over there. I’m just about to open the door when I hear the elevator ding.

I see a huge bouquet of flowers floating by my door and the person ringing Cory’s bell. I wonder who they’ve come from. Perhaps, I should send her an even bigger bouquet.

However, something’s wrong.

The minute Cory answers the door, the delivery person shouts at her, pushing their way inside. I can’t and won’t let her get hurt. It only takes me a minute or two to throw on a pair of black cargo pants, t-shirt, and my shoulder holster.

I grab my gun, make sure it’s loaded, and tuck it in before I creep quietly into the hallway. The knob doesn’t turn completely, which lets me know the door is locked.

Fuck.

I have to lean down and squeeze the doorknob as tightly as possible as I slip the key inside and turn the lock. The room is silent as I crack it open to see Cory facing me and the delivery person with their back to the door.

Cory has her arms in the air and is starting to shuffle slightly on her feet to give me enough time to sneak inside. She’s bargaining with the person. “I don’t know why I’m involved when I have nothing to do with Bjorn’s politics.”

“Just shut up,” the intruder screeches. I recognize their voice immediately. The same woman from the luncheon. She continues to scream at Cory. “You just think you and your slimy father can get away with whatever you want? You think you can just use the citizens of this county to make yourselves feel good on the backs of my tax dollars.”

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