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Sliding my hand around her small waist, I bring her closer, then I press my lips into her ear. My
cock pulses in my jeans. My heart kicks into my rib cage and it is feeding my groin. I lean back and
play Iris to her, then I pull off both our headphones and come closer to kiss her ear again.
Do you want me? I ask her, my voice guttural with need.
She nods against me, and my control snaps. I clench my hands on her hips and keep her against me.
God, she wants me. I knew she did. I knew it. Something in my brain snaps, and I inhale the scent at
her neck, where it s always so powerfully sweet. I m going to make her mine tonight. Suddenly,
there s nothing stopping me. Nothing.
Fuck me being black.
Fuck everything but Brooke.
My hunger is a raging monster as I tug her earlobe with my teeth and lick the shell of her ear,
delighting in making love to that little ear with my tongue. The blood rushes through me, hot and
heady. I can t stop tasting and nuzzling her. She s fallen still in the seat, against, and almost beneath,
me, and I can feel her every shudder as I work my lips on her skin. All I can think of is the songs she
played me . . . how they spoke to me . . . I can get anything I want, any way I want it, and she wants me
to make love to her. She s mine. I am meant to provide and to take what she gives. I won t deny her
any longer. I won t deny myself.
We arrive at the hotel and I book her into the two-bedroom Presidential Suite.
You sure about this? Pete asks.
I nod and glance at Brooke, her eyes slightly widening when I hand her a keycard from my set.
My thumb brushes her, and her eyes clasp mine, questioning. I look back and hope she reads me,
willing her to know what I want tonight. If she s not ready, I hope to hell she ll say something now.
But she doesn t. She takes the keycard and smiles, her smile radiant and shy, and she brushes back
my thumb with hers. That, right there, was no fucking accident. Not the way she smiles, or touches me,
or looks at me with a kind of bring it look that sets me on fire.
My brain starts running a mile a minute as we go upstairs to wait for our suitcases.
What a pretty view, she says when we enter the living room. The door shuts behind me. We re
alone. I m suddenly doing her on the couch. The dining table. The floor. I m tearing off her clothes.
I m sinking my cock in her and my teeth in her skin . . . my lips are on her neck and all I smell is her.
But, no, there she stands, looking outside.
Brooke Dumas.
The only woman I want.
I m bursting the zipper of my jeans. I ve had groupies in my rooms, naked, sliding their hands up
my abs and my chest. Nothing hits me like seeing Brooke in my room, in her bouncy ponytail, looking
excited and . . . happy.
She s happy because she s with you.
My heart kicks. I curl my hands into my palms and watch her peer nervously out the window, her
teeth digging into her lower lip.
I have a fight tonight.
I can t wait for her to watch me win.
Then . . . watch me make love to her.
Heart pounding hard inside me, I walk to her, tip her head and angle it, so her ear is titled to my
mouth. I lean and lick it, earlobe up to the shell, then I dip my tongue into the crevice and tell her, I
hope you re ready for me. I sure as hell am ready for you.
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COME HERE, MR. Fucking Miami! A few guys swing me up on their shoulders and carry me
into the Presidential Suite after the fight, and my restless eyes scan the room for my dark-haired
goddess.
Remy! Remyyyy! they yell as they launch and catch me.
Some days, my fists just have their own will.
Today is one of those days.
Miami fucking loves me for kicking the shit out of every poor motherfucker put in my way.
Lightning courses through my veins.
Hell, if I lifted my hands and pushed out the heel of my palms, I m sure I d be shooting our
spiderwebs.
That s right, who s the man? I shout, slamming my fists to my chest. I got Brooke, I m the fucking
champion! People crowd the suite, and when I finally spot my woman, my eyes lock to her. She stands [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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Sliding my hand around her small waist, I bring her closer, then I press my lips into her ear. My
cock pulses in my jeans. My heart kicks into my rib cage and it is feeding my groin. I lean back and
play Iris to her, then I pull off both our headphones and come closer to kiss her ear again.
Do you want me? I ask her, my voice guttural with need.
She nods against me, and my control snaps. I clench my hands on her hips and keep her against me.
God, she wants me. I knew she did. I knew it. Something in my brain snaps, and I inhale the scent at
her neck, where it s always so powerfully sweet. I m going to make her mine tonight. Suddenly,
there s nothing stopping me. Nothing.
Fuck me being black.
Fuck everything but Brooke.
My hunger is a raging monster as I tug her earlobe with my teeth and lick the shell of her ear,
delighting in making love to that little ear with my tongue. The blood rushes through me, hot and
heady. I can t stop tasting and nuzzling her. She s fallen still in the seat, against, and almost beneath,
me, and I can feel her every shudder as I work my lips on her skin. All I can think of is the songs she
played me . . . how they spoke to me . . . I can get anything I want, any way I want it, and she wants me
to make love to her. She s mine. I am meant to provide and to take what she gives. I won t deny her
any longer. I won t deny myself.
We arrive at the hotel and I book her into the two-bedroom Presidential Suite.
You sure about this? Pete asks.
I nod and glance at Brooke, her eyes slightly widening when I hand her a keycard from my set.
My thumb brushes her, and her eyes clasp mine, questioning. I look back and hope she reads me,
willing her to know what I want tonight. If she s not ready, I hope to hell she ll say something now.
But she doesn t. She takes the keycard and smiles, her smile radiant and shy, and she brushes back
my thumb with hers. That, right there, was no fucking accident. Not the way she smiles, or touches me,
or looks at me with a kind of bring it look that sets me on fire.
My brain starts running a mile a minute as we go upstairs to wait for our suitcases.
What a pretty view, she says when we enter the living room. The door shuts behind me. We re
alone. I m suddenly doing her on the couch. The dining table. The floor. I m tearing off her clothes.
I m sinking my cock in her and my teeth in her skin . . . my lips are on her neck and all I smell is her.
But, no, there she stands, looking outside.
Brooke Dumas.
The only woman I want.
I m bursting the zipper of my jeans. I ve had groupies in my rooms, naked, sliding their hands up
my abs and my chest. Nothing hits me like seeing Brooke in my room, in her bouncy ponytail, looking
excited and . . . happy.
She s happy because she s with you.
My heart kicks. I curl my hands into my palms and watch her peer nervously out the window, her
teeth digging into her lower lip.
I have a fight tonight.
I can t wait for her to watch me win.
Then . . . watch me make love to her.
Heart pounding hard inside me, I walk to her, tip her head and angle it, so her ear is titled to my
mouth. I lean and lick it, earlobe up to the shell, then I dip my tongue into the crevice and tell her, I
hope you re ready for me. I sure as hell am ready for you.
e& e& e&
COME HERE, MR. Fucking Miami! A few guys swing me up on their shoulders and carry me
into the Presidential Suite after the fight, and my restless eyes scan the room for my dark-haired
goddess.
Remy! Remyyyy! they yell as they launch and catch me.
Some days, my fists just have their own will.
Today is one of those days.
Miami fucking loves me for kicking the shit out of every poor motherfucker put in my way.
Lightning courses through my veins.
Hell, if I lifted my hands and pushed out the heel of my palms, I m sure I d be shooting our
spiderwebs.
That s right, who s the man? I shout, slamming my fists to my chest. I got Brooke, I m the fucking
champion! People crowd the suite, and when I finally spot my woman, my eyes lock to her. She stands [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]