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  I grab the envelope from the table, handing it to her. She slowly removes the papers, eyes going wide.

  “He signed it?”

  “Of course he did.”

  “Oh, Venom!” Two steps and she throws herself into my arms. “Thank you! God, I can’t believe I’m finally going to be free!”

  “You’re welcome, darlin’.”

  “I’ll call my lawyer first thing in the morning.”

  She pulls back, practically bouncing in place. Other than the look on her face each time I made her come, this is the happiest I’ve seen her.

  “How did you do it?”

  “Just made him see reason. He shouldn’t be bothering you anymore.”

  “Made him see reason? That’s not the James I know. What did you really do, Venom?” Her joy disappears and she raises a concerned brow.

  “Okay, fine. I brought a couple of my brothers with me. I guess three huge bikers are a lot more persuasive than you. He’s fine, I promise.”

  “Good. You have brothers? How many? If they all look like you, I can understand the fear you must have struck in him.”

  “I’m an only child.” I shift in discomfort. My “family” is a bit of a sore spot for me. “My brothers are the men in my MC.”

  “Oh.” She looks down at the papers again, her smile returning. “Oh, my God, you….” She shakes her head in disbelief. “Thank you.”

  “No worries.”

  “No. Not anymore.”

  As she stares at me with grateful eyes, I feel the need to give her more. Of what, I’m not quite sure. “I have something else I want to show you.” With brows drawn together, I lead her to the bedroom I converted into an office. I also keep this one locked, so I open it, motioning for her to enter. Curiosity takes her to the wall with my certifications. First, she looks over my accounting degrees.

  “Liam Alexander Hughes… that’s you?” She glances back at me, clearly surprised.

  “Yeah.”

  “I like it. I think ‘Venom’ suits you better, though.” She winks.

  “Me, too.”

  She moves on to my licenses, clearly impressed as she eyes the certificates. Finally, she approaches me, taking both my hands in hers.

  “Why are you showing me this?”

  I shrug. “Guess I wanted to show you that I know what I’m doing with your uncle’s records.”

  “Thank you, but I know my uncle. I knew you had to be good for him to trust you.”

  I breathe an internal sigh of relief. I don’t even know why I brought her in here, or why it makes me feel better now that she’s privy to my education.

  “Come on.” I jerk my head toward the door and we head back to the living room. “Sit, Emily.”

  “What’s up?” she asks as she perches on the couch.

  “There are some things we need to talk about before we go any further.”

  “Okay.” Her fingers tap a nervous beat on her knee.

  Taking a deep breath, I turn so I’m facing her. “First of all, this is about me, not you. Got it?”

  “Yeah….”

  “You’re probably not ready for anything serious anyways, but you need to know I’m not looking for that. At all. I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you and you know that… but I don’t do relationships.”

  “I understand… and you’re right. I’m not looking for that, either.” Relief floods my body. “I just have one request.”

  “What’s that?”

  “While we’re doing… whatever it is we’re doing… there can’t be anyone else.”

  Normally, this is where I’d tell a woman “thanks, but no thanks,” and we part ways, but I understand where Emily’s coming from. She’s been cheated on, and even though she’s not my woman, me fucking around would stir up old hurts. Fuck James.

  “I can do that, darlin’.”

  “Good.”

  “So we’re agreed on those terms?”

  “Yeah. No wine and dine, no feelings. Just sex… with each other.” She cracks a smile.

  “You should also know that I love to have sex… a lot. And by a lot, I mean frequency.”

  Her eyes drop to her hands, folded in her lap. “Doesn’t sound like a problem to me.”

  Fuck, I want to throw her over my shoulder right now, but there’s more I need to get out.

  “Since we’ll be spending all our time in the bedroom—” I pause for dramatic effect, smirking at her sudden intake of breath. “—you need to know… in there? I’m in control.”

  “Oh. Okay.” She blushes. “I kinda need to defer to you anyways. I’m not really experienced. Well, not like you.”

  “Darlin’.” I squeeze her fingers. “I don’t think you understand. I mean you do what I say, when I say, how I say.”

  Her eyes widen. “You mean… like that BDSM stuff?”

  She seems so innocent, I can’t help but laugh. Confused at my reaction, she watches until I calm down.

  “Not entirely. There are some aspects of the lifestyle I enjoy, but you don’t need to call me ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’ or anything like that. I don’t want to control you, just your pleasure. Everything I’ll do to you is for mutual gratification. If you don’t like something, all you have to do is say so and I’ll stop.”

  “Okay.” She squirms a little in her seat, the action indicating she’s getting excited.

  Fuck. Yes. With how responsive she is? I can’t wait to get my hands on her.

  “I would like you to have an open mind, though, Emily. Some things I want to do to you may make you uncomfortable.”

  “Like what?”

  “Things no one has ever done to you.”

  She snorts. “That’s a mighty long list, buddy.”

  “Is that so?” I move closer to her, her words giving me an idea. Her breathing picks up, lids lowering, tongue sliding over her bottom lip.

  “Yes.” The word is nothing but a breathy whisper.

  “I need you to make that list for me.”

  “Huh?” Her eyes meet mine, a secret thrill lurking behind the confusion.

  “Make me a list, darlin’. I want you to write down everything you’ve ever wanted to do, or wanted done to you sexually, and we’ll work on that list one item at a time.”

  “Are you serious?”

  “Emily.” I slide my palm to the back of her neck, pulling her face close to mine. “I’m going to make all your fantasies come true.”

  CHAPTER 8

  ***Emily***

  Ho-ly shit.

  This just keeps getting better. Or does it? I mean, I barely know him. How am I supposed to share my most intimate fantasies with him?

  Because if anyone can make each one a reality, it’s him.

  “All—” I clear my throat to get rid of the squeak. “All of them?”

  “Every single one, darlin’.”

  My gaze drops to his lips and I lick mine. I’ve been thinking about them all day, about how they felt on my skin last night, what they’ll do to me tonight. What he promised to do. My mind’s been going crazy with all the possibilities. Now that I’m one step closer to being free of James, a major weight has been lifted from my shoulders. And it’s all because of him. Venom. I can’t believe I’ve been depriving myself of him all this time.

  “Want to start tonight?” he asks.

  “Well, after what happened last night, we can definitely cross one thing off the list.”

  “Trust me, Emily, I can do much better than last night.”

  My gulp is audible as he leans in. He doesn’t waste time, diving into a hard and demanding kiss. His mustache and beard drag against my skin, the soft hairs caressing in a blissful motion. Arms around my waist, he pulls me to him, making me straddle his lap. I return his kiss, palms to his cheeks, hips grinding on his growing erection. A groan sounds from deep in his throat, fingertips digging into my skin. Our tongues meet, sliding against each other in a wild and erotic dance. It reminds me what his tongue is capable of, and I moan at the thou
ght of experiencing it again.

  He powers to his feet, lips not leaving mine as he carries me to his bedroom. When my back hits the mattress, I slide my arms around his shoulders, palms pressing down to keep him close. God, he smells incredible. Like sex. Good sex… no, great sex. The kind I’ve never had before and for damn sure will have tonight. Venom is fully erect now, his hardness rubbing against my pulsating pussy.

  Clothes. They need to go.

  I tug at his shirt, and he finally breaks our kiss so I can remove it. When I reach for his jeans, he stops me, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head.

  “You first, Emily.”

  My boots and socks are first to go. Next is my top, tossed somewhere in the corner. He gently trails his fingers down my neck, between my breasts, and down my stomach before yanking at the waistband of my jeans to undo the button. I gasp as it’s dragged over my thighs and down my legs before being thrown in the corner opposite my shirt. Left in my bra and panties, I stare up at him, chest heaving.

  “Stay there.”

  He leaves me lying diagonally on the bed, hands still above my head. The longer he’s gone, the more aroused I become. All I can think about is what’s going to happen when he returns. Jesus. It’s been so long since I’ve had a man inside me.

  I press my thighs together at the memory of Venom’s dick.

  I may not be able to walk tomorrow.

  He returns with the box from Sweet Treats, removing a cannolo and placing the rest on the nightstand.

  “Open up, Emily.”

  I do as I’m told because one, he’s the boss in here, and two, those things look fucking delicious. He places it at my lips and I take a bite, closing my eyes and moaning. I was right.

  Before I can swallow, my bra is pushed up, exposing my breasts to him. He flips the pastry over, spreading the ricotta filling over my nipples. My back arches, a garbled cry coming from me when he leans forward and licks it away.

  “Tastes so much better like this,” he says, offering me another bite.

  This time he waits for me to finish before sucking the filling away from my other nipple. His lips move south, kissing my stomach, dipping his tongue into my navel. The brush of his beard adds another level to the sensations. I writhe beneath him, impatient for more. Standing over me, he dips his finger in the sweet cream, placing it at my lips. I take the offering, swirling my tongue around his finger as my eyes meet his.

  “Good girl. I’ll let you put that mouth to use soon.”

  Yes, please.

  He lets me have the last piece of the pastry, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my panties. Raising my hips, I allow him to remove them. Instead of adding it to one of the corners of his room, he shoves it in his pocket.

  “Fuck, Emily.”

  For the first time tonight, I get the urge to hide. I reach down to cover myself but he restrains my hands once more, gripping and keeping them above my head. His free hand slides over my mound, then slowly down to glide over my now slippery lips.

  “You shaved for me?”

  “Well… you… you asked me to.”

  “Fuck,” he murmurs, then immediately drags the elastic band out of his hair, falls to his knees, and buries his lips in my pussy.

  “Venom!”

  If I thought his beard against my stomach was something… holy hell. As his tongue swirls, his head follows its movements, the hair on his face prickling my clit, lips, mound, and inner thighs. I reach down, realizing why he freed his hair when I grab a handful. He sucks my clit into his mouth, both hands sliding up my stomach to palm my breasts. I moan and groan and whimper, hips rising off the bed. He pinches my nipples, twisting them in a way that should hurt but only amplifies my pleasure. While one hand continues to torment my nipple, the other joins his tongue in its assault on my pussy. Two fingers slip inside me, moving in and out while he licks at my clit. Those fingers curl, dragging against my top wall.

  “Oh, God!”

  He moans, tongue flicking faster. The hand on my breast alternates between massaging my flesh and pinching my nipple. I grip the sheets above my head, back arching and pushing my breast into his palm. My breathing stops when he sucks on my clit. Resting on my elbows, I watch him. Our eyes meet, his stare unwavering. The hand on my breast moves to my face, fingers on my cheek, thumb in my mouth. I suck on it, wishing it was his dick instead. He must be reading my mind because he groans, actions becoming more vigorous. I won’t be able to hold on much longer. I can’t. My muscles clench, body tenses.

  “That’s it. Come for me, Emily.”

  I scream, body convulsing as I come. He wasn’t lying. I didn’t think it possible, but he outdid his performance from last night. When I open my eyes, he’s removing his jeans.

  His turn.

  I watch him undress, admiring his physique. His arms and chest are covered in tattoos, the ink only adding to his appeal. I want to run my tongue over every inch of skin. As he reaches into the drawer on the nightstand, I sit up, trailing a finger around the metal running through his nipple.

  “You like?” he asks.

  I slide my gaze from head to toe. Definitely. “I do.”

  “I need you naked, Emily,” he says with a smirk.

  I remove my bra, licking my lips as he rolls on a condom. Climbing in next to me, he leans against the headboard and extends a hand. I take it, moving to sit astride him. His eyes lock on to my breasts. This time there’s no desire to hide.

  “I’ve wanted you like this since the day we met.”

  My breath catches.

  Grabbing my ass, he guides me until I’m sliding down his hard dick. I grip his shoulders, moaning as I take every inch. Christ. Yup, definitely won’t be walking tomorrow. I rise up, adjusting my position before slowly sinking down. Fully seated, I take a moment to get my bearings before I begin to move.

  “Fuck, Emily. You feel amazing.” Leaning forward, he pulls a nipple into his mouth. “Fucking amazing.” His fingers dig into my hips as he moves to my other breast. “So fucking tight.”

  “Or you’re just huge.”

  His knowing smirk assures me he’s heard that countless times. However, as big as he is, he’s the one who feels amazing. I slide my fingers into his hair, getting lost in the moment. Moving faster, I glide back and forth, gripping him with my muscles. He groans, hands moving back down to grab my ass in order to control my actions. Up and down I go, concluding that size definitely matters. The stretch, the depth… I’ll never be a “motion of the ocean” girl again.

  “Venom… oh, God… yes!”

  “You like my dick, Emily?”

  “Yes. Fuck yes!”

  “Then ride it, Emily. Ride my fucking dick until you come all over it.”

  That’s it.

  My mouth falls open, nails dig into his shoulders, movements out of control as my orgasm approaches. Venom grabs the back of my neck, pulling me in for a feverish kiss. I tear my lips from his, gaze centered on his face as he grips my hips once more. His eyes are glued to where our hips meet, teeth sunk into his bottom lip, watching as he thrusts up into me. His hands move to my upper arms, pulling me forward and holding me immobilized as he positively devours my nipple. Lick, suck, release, repeat. All while he’s driving up into me.

  “Venom!”

  My body stills and then shudders, the tremors intensifying with each additional thrust. He grunts, a long groan following as he jerks beneath me. I fall on his chest, utterly spent and out of breath.

  “Fuck,” he mumbles.

  “I second that.”

  He chuckles, gently smacking my ass so I’ll move. I hate the emptiness I feel when he slips out of me. I could have stayed like that for the rest of the night.

  On his way to the bathroom, he grabs his boxers. Aw, man. Please don’t cover up that perfection! His tight ass disappears, returning hidden beneath his underwear. I run to pee and clean up before joining him in bed once more.

  “You know, I don’t normally do the sleepover th
ing,” he says in a low voice.

  “Oh.” I sit up, crushed as I begin looking for my clothes.

  He grabs my hand, tugging me back into his arms.

  “Normally. But if you think having you once was enough for tonight, you have another think coming, Miss Pierce.”

  “I do?”

  “Just give me a few minutes.”

  ***

  Venom wasn’t joking about not getting enough. It seems like when I finally doze off, a gentle touch pulls me from blissful sleep. My body has never been this… utilized in my entire life. Groaning, I force my eyes open to find him between my legs, kissing his way up my thighs.

  “Venom….”

  From the sound of my voice, I can’t tell if I’m begging for more or for a reprieve. The pad of his thumb connects with my clit, and from the way it glides across the slick surface, I deduce it’s more.

  Definitely more.

  I whimper when a finger pushes past my entrance. He freezes.

  “Fuck, Emily. Please tell me you’re not sore.”

  “More” is all I can get out, rocking my hips to get him to go deeper. The drawer on the nightstand rattles, and then comes the unmistakable crinkle of a condom wrapper. Without warning, he flips me onto my stomach, positioning me on my hands and knees. I cry out when he sinks inside me, not used to this position.

  “Spread your legs wider, Emily. Put your face to the bed.”

  I follow his instructions and find it’s much better. While I adjust, his hands work the flesh of my ass, massaging it. I moan, pushing back into him. A slap to one cheek surprises me, sending me forward before slamming backward. He hisses, smacking the other cheek. Grabbing my hips, he begins to move, pounding into me. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, slowly being drowned out by my moaning and his labored breathing. He pulls out of me, and I whimper at the loss. Dragging me to the edge of the bed, he positions one foot on the floor, the other knee on the mattress. The bed is high enough that when he’s inside me once more, I realize I’m perfectly aligned with his dick. I cry out, gripping the sheets when he begins to move again. A hand coils in my hair, tugging my head back. Another smack to my ass has me biting my lip, ashamed to ask for more. He’s reading my body like a book. I don’t need to say a word because he knows exactly what I need.