“Samantha,” the woman says, rising to her feet quickly. “My name is Samantha.”
Janie and Samantha exchange a glance. Something passes between them silently, but then it’s gone and I wonder if I’ve imagined it. Not that it matters.
All I care about right now is the way Samantha is walking toward me, nervous like she’s my prey, but with a note of spunkiness in the subtle sway of her hips.
I don’t think she knows she’s moving her hips from side to side.
And she definitely doesn’t know what it’s doing to me.
Janie throws her hands up when her cell phone rings. “Oh, would you look at that? I’m so sorry. I have to take this.”
I smirk at the exaggerated tone she takes as she reaches into her pocket, striding from the room.
“What’s so funny?” Samantha asks, her voice wavering, as Janie closes the door behind her.
I turn to Samantha, staring down at her, my fingers twitching with the need to reach out and touch her, palm her breasts. Fuck, I need to squeeze her nipples until she’s shivering with her need for a release until I can read how wet her young fresh hole is getting from the tension in her face.
“That was planned,” I growl, my voice gruff with the effort of restraining myself.
“The phone call?”
“Yeah. To give us some private time together, I guess.”
She nods, tilting her head in a cute-as-hell inquisitive way. The base of my manhood throbs and the helm rubs against the inside of my pants, against the zipper. I need to reach down and rearrange my massive throbbing dick, but somehow I don’t think that’d go down too well.
“Do I recognize you from somewhere?” she asks.
“Maybe.” I shrug. “I used to be an MMA fighter, but thankfully I got away with more money than fame.”
“Oh, that’s right. You were a big deal. I knew I recognized you.”
There’s something in her tone, almost like she’s implying I should recognize her, which makes no sense. I’ve never seen her before. I know damn well I’d never forget a woman like this, with her cascading dark locks begging for me to smooth them behind her ear.
“So what do you do now, Kaleb?” she asks.
She says my name in a strange way, forcefully, as though there’s some anger buried within there. I study her for a moment, her cheeks blooming red, as though she’s thinking the same dirty thoughts I am.
If it wasn’t for the fact Janie could return at any moment, I know I’d grab her by the shoulders and push her up against the wall, moving my hands over her body as she gasped and begged me to fuck her hard, fuck her deep, fuck her like the horny young thing she is and pump my seed into her until she was gushing with it.
“I own some real estate. And I run a charity that opens martial arts gyms. What about you, Samantha?”
“I’m an illustrator,” she murmurs. “Or, at least, I’m trying to be. I work as a cleaner part-time at the moment too. I’m still living with my mom, so rent’s cheap, you know.”
I don’t know.
My parents were slaughtered like animals before I had a chance to truly get to know them.
But I wouldn’t dream of taking that out on this woman. It’s not like she has any clue about that.
“You seem young. You should give yourself more credit. It sounds like you’re on the right track early,” I tell her.
“I’m twenty.”
“I’m forty-two. Strange they’d match up two people with such an age gap.”
Her eyes flit to me sharply, as she bites her lip, glaring. “Do you have a problem with the age gap?”
Something fires inside of me at her sassiness, surging hotly through me. I take a step forward so my chest is almost pushed against her face. I can’t help myself.
I need to claim this woman as badly as I need to breathe.
“I have no problem with the age gap. I like how young and beautiful you are if you want the damn truth. So cool yourself down, you little firecracker.”
She lets out a gasp, her mouth falling open. “You think I’m beautiful?”
I grin like the beast I am. “Yes, I fucking do. Of course, I do. You’re curvy and sexy as hell. If I had my way I’d bend you over right here and take you raw. I’d take you until you were slick and didn’t know if you could take any more… and then I’d fuck you harder.”
This wasn’t part of the plan at all.
I wasn’t supposed to unleash myself like this so soon.
But I can’t stop myself.
She’s awoken the beast inside of me, the monster that used to only come to life inside the cage.
Except this monster is so much fiercer than my fighting counterpart, because it’s fueled by lust, by need, by primal domination.