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Here I thought she was some new breed of sex worker, mixing the meet-cute experience with white-hot sex.
I can’t get her smooth skin out of my mind, that sweet scent that was all her and not bottled. My cock is so hard remembering how I felt thrusting into her tight cunt. Those breathy gasps, head hanging down, taking me so damn deep. I can’t get the vision of her plump ass that begged to be held and squeezed and fucked out of myhead.
She tamed that wild mane of mahogany hair tonight. Smoothed it and pulled it back to the nape of her neck. That long, creamy column calls out to my hands to close around and control her breathing while I fuck her.
Lust floods my veins, and I’m seconds from going into the men’s room to stroke my dick and relieve this ache. But Corvin just went in there, and that will be awkward.
The man’s not stupid. He’ll put two and two together. He leaves me alone with his hot-as-fuck daughter, and now I’m whacking off?
I will tonight for sure in a hot shower, soaping up my cock, and fisting it like her tight cunt.
Or...I could call my escort service.
But fuck, I don’t want someone else. I want Ella and need to find a way to get her into my bed.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Ella
Ireturn to the table right after Dad, and a moment later, our food arrives.
Over the meal, Dad bores Balor with a little of his background. I can tell by the way my new boss barely responds. But when Dad talks about my mom, Balor’s interest piques.
He lifts sympathetic eyes to me. “My mother is very sick. She’s in Ireland right now.”
“Were you born there?” I ask, wiping up left-over marinara sauce with the most scrumptious bread I’ve ever tasted.
“Aye. She wanted her last days to be there.”
My heart tugs for him. My mom died in a car accident. It was traumatic but quick. To watch your mom die must be so much more painful.
“Mr. O’Rourke,” my dad interrupts us.
“Corvin, call me Balor. Mr. O’Rourke makes me sound old.”
“Balor,” my dad says humbly. “I hate to lay something so vital on you. And Ella, do not hate me.”
My breathing stops. “Dad, no...”
“Ella suffered abuse at the hands of her previous boyfriend.”
“Oh, God.” I cover my face.
“What?” Balor utters, his tone sharp as a blade. “Who?”
“That’s not important.” I shake my head. “But it’s true and why I went to Australia with Dad on his assignment for the bank.”
“This ex of yours hurt you so bad, you had to escape to the other side of the world?”
I hesitate to respond because he sounds so deadly. “I just needed to get away,” I whisper.
“It is why I want her to work for you,” Dad interjects.
“Youareworking for me, in my command center every day where you’ll be safe. I appreciate the honorable career you want, but your father is right. Until...”
“Until?” I’m stunned, my stomach twisting.
“Until we know Wesley will not bother you again,” Dad clarifies.