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  Where her hands had been splayed against his chest in an attempt to push him away, they now grasped fistfuls of his shirt as she clung to him. With a deep throaty moan, Sadie pushed her tongue against his, giving as good as she got. Her fingers threaded through his hair and nails scrapped against the nape of his neck. It drove him wild when she did that.

  “Hold on, love,” he warned before cupping her ass. He lifted her in his arms. With Sadie’s legs wrapped around his waist, he carried her up the stairs not stopping until he reached her bedroom. It seemed like forever since he’d had her in his arms like this, their bodies this close, though in reality it probably wasn’t more than a couple weeks. Still, not being able to kiss or touch her as he liked had been absolute torture.

  Placing Sadie on her feet, he wasted no time, stripping her of every article of clothing. When she tried to help him, he shoved her hands away. Removing her clothing was his job and he’d be damned if she denied him the pleasure. Once all that gorgeous brown skin was exposed, Rhys took a step back to stare at his prize.

  She was so lovely. Large beautiful breasts with dark suckable nipples. He could already taste them. That soft slightly rounded belly that flared out to womanly hips. He loved the curves and nuances of her body.

  Sadie squirmed beneath his gaze. When she attempted to cross her arms over her breasts, he grabbed them. “Don’t.”

  A nervous titter spilled from her kiss-swollen lips. “You know it makes me nervous when you look at me like that.”

  “Darling, there’s absolutely no need to be. You’re gorgeous and won’t stop telling you that.” He dropped a kiss on her shoulder and then another on her collarbone. He made a trail of kisses to her breasts before cupping them in his hands and pushing them together. He buried his face against their softness, reveling in the way her nipples sprang to life without him touching them. She was so responsive to his touch and he loved it. Catching a tight nubbin between his teeth, he nibbled it and bit down gently.

  “Oh,” she cried out softly, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging deep.

  Rhys licked and sucked each nipple in turn, taking his time doing the things he’s fantasized about these past weeks. He continued his exploratory descent, pressing his lips inside the valley of her breasts to her navel. Dropping to his knees he ran his fingers over the tight curls between her thighs.

  Sadie squirmed beneath his touch, her grip tightening on his shoulders as her moans became frantic. “Rhys. Oh, Rhys.”

  “That’s it, love. Say my name again.”

  “Rhys. Please.”

  “Please what? Tell me what you want me to do. Do you want me to do this?” He slid a finger along the length of her damp folds. She was already wet for him. Her labia was slick and her thighs glistened with honey. A smile of smug satisfaction curved his lips. The sight of his beautiful Sadie so hot and moist for him made his dick so goddamn hard he was sure it would bust a hole in his pants. It gave him pleasure to know that he turned her on.

  “Yes, God Yes!”

  “Rhys. But that’s okay, darling. By the time I’m finished with you, mine will be the only name you’re calling out. Plant your feet further apart, love. Spread those thighs.”

  Sadie complied without argument. Had he known things would turn out this way, he would have come over sooner. “Do you like this?” He placed his thumb against her clit and caressed it in a circular motion.

  “Mmm hmm.”

  Parting her plump pussy lips, he admired her succulent pink flesh, just ready to be eaten. Removing his thumb to replace it with his mouth, he latched on to her swollen button.

  “Yes, Rhys! Just like that.”

  Without moving his head, he guided her leg over his shoulder to hold her steady and to give him better access to her hot juicy cunt. Jesus Christ. How in the world had he gone these last several days without doing this? He flicked his tongue against her clit in in rapid motions. Slowly, he pushed a finger into her damp heat. So tight. She’d feel great around his cock, just as she always did. As much as he wanted to fling her on the bed and bury himself inside of her Rhys forced himself to hold off. He was determined to push her to a climax before he sunk inside of her warmth.

  Sadie bucked her hips, smashing her pussy against his face, wetting him with her juices as she slowly moved up and down on his finger. Rhys slipped another digit inside of her and then one more, stretching and preparing her to take every inch of him. He raised his head to look up at her, his gaze colliding with passion-glazed brown eyes. “That’s it love, ride my fingers. Ride them like you want this.”

  She worked her hips on his hand with a fervor that made him so horny, he didn’t know how much longer he could hold out. Sadie in her aroused state was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Licking and sucking on the slick folds of her sex, he made certain not a single inch had gone unattended by his tongue. Rhys slammed his fingers in and out of her, matching her frantic rhythm until she released an excited scream.

  “Yes! I’m coming! I—oh!” She shook against him, her hands gripping his shoulders so tightly there would probably be bruises the next day, but Rhys didn’t give a damn. He was too busy lapping up all her delicious honey. This was pussy he’d walk for miles through the desert for—pussy that made him want to shout to the entire world that it was his. And it was. This was his pussy and he wanted—no needed to be inside of it.

  Gently, he pushed her hands away and shrugged her leg off before standing up. He tore off his clothes in a hurry, eager to have her. Sadie undid his belt buckle and trousers. With one hand she pulled his pants down and used the other to reach inside his boxers to take possession of his cock.

  Rhys lost it. Catching her hands he pushed them away and finished undressing in a hurry. He lifted Sadie and carried her the short distance to the bed, tossing her to the center and positioning himself between her legs. Grabbing her thighs, he yanked her against them, until his cock was aligned with her pussy.

  He was so damn hard, he didn’t need to guide himself inside of her. His cock found its own way home. With one powerful surge, he rammed into her. “Mine!” he shouted as her tightness clenched his dick in a vice. Shit.

  “Yes, Rhys. Yours.”

  “Damn right,” he muttered as he moved deeper inside her until his balls slapped the seat of her ass. He usually would have taken the time to savor how she felt, but something savage within took over and he couldn’t hold still for a single second. “Mine, mine, mine,” he chanted over and over again as he drove deeper, harder and faster into her cunt with each stroke.

  This was his pussy and it was his to take!

  Sadie raised her hips, accepting him deeper inside of her tight hole.

  “That’s it. Take it. Take my cock.”

  She whimpered and moaned as their bodies moved together in a wild unsynchronized rhythm that somehow worked. Her nails sliced down his back, but he barely registered it because he was too caught up in how good it felt to be one with her. There was no other feeling like claiming one's woman.

  Rhys pummeled her pussy with his dick, showing no mercy. The way her muscles clenched and unclenched around him drove him wild. He was so close.

  “Rhys!” The sweet sound of his name on her lips was just enough to send him hurtling to an explosive orgasm. He shot his seed deep within her, thankful they’d stopped using condoms weeks ago.

  Sadie shook and writhed beneath him, her thighs quivering, signaling her own climax.

  He collapsed on top of Sadie, his mouth covering hers. Their tongues met in a passionate duel, battling for sexual supremacy. Sadie was the one to finally break their kiss, turning her head to the side, her breathing rough. “Oh, my god. That was…wow. Rhys, you were an animal.”

  It had been amazing but reality chose that moment to smack him right between the eye and he remembered exactly why he’d come over in the first place. With great reluctance, he slid his semi-erect penis out of her and rolled over on his back. Flinging his arm over his eyes, he took a f
ew moments to catch his breath and gather his thoughts.

  “Rhys?”

  “Yes?”

  “Something is changing between us isn’t it?”

  Out of all the things he expected her to say, that wasn’t one of them, but it was exactly what he’d been thinking. He didn’t like the ominous way in which she said it either. He sat up and moved up the bed until his back touched the headboard. “Maybe, but it’s not something we can’t work out right? When I came over, I only planned to talk, I swear, but it’s been so long since we…”

  “I know. Rhys, there’s something I need to tell you…about Carys.”

  “That’s exactly what I wanted to talk to you about as well. He grasped her hands and brought them to his mouth kissing them. “I know the two of you are probably trying to figure out how to fit together in each other’s lives and there’s going to be some growing pains, but I think whatever the problem between the two of you is can be worked out. I realize Carys is no angel all the time, but she’s really trying. She’s put more effort in getting to know you than any other woman I’ve dated and I can only view that as a positive. She’s a good kid, once you get to know her better. And it would really mean a lot to me to have the two people I love the most in the world to get along. I think maybe you’re feeling a bit apprehensive about taking on a teenage daughter when we take this relationship to the next level because I do intend to ask you to marry me, Sadie.”

  Her brows shot up. “You do?”

  It was important to Rhys that Sadie knew how he felt because he didn’t want to lose her. “Of course I do. I’m laying everything on the line right now because I love you madly. I’ve never felt this way about any other woman and I know you’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. But a woman like you deserves a romantic event with all the bells and whistles. When I propose, it will be special.” He leaned over and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips and drew back. “Now what was it you wanted to say about Carys?”

  She blinked, her eyes glistening with the suspicious sheen of unshed tears. “I…uh…um…I think you’re right. Carys and I are just trying to figure out how we’ll fit together. I’m sure things will work out.” She snuggled closer to him

  Rhys kissed the top of her head. He felt as if a big weight had been lifted off his chest. He felt better than he had in weeks.

  * * *

  As Sadie watched Rhys drive off, her heartfelt heavier than it had before. She’d had every intention of telling him about his rotten spawn. But her resolve had been shattered when he’d taken her so forcefully, not that she had any complaints. The sex was damn hot. Her body still tingled from his touch. Afterwards, once the afterglow of hot sex wore off, she thought of all the things she wanted to say to him, but then he’d launched into his speech and she just didn’t have the heart.

  How could she tell the man she loved his daughter was Satan’s boss? It would hurt him. Besides, she loved him and he loved her. Maybe when Carys saw she wasn’t going anywhere she’d back off. With a sigh, she went to the bathroom to run herself a bath. A nice long soak would do her muscles good after the fucking she’d just received.

  As she drew her bathwater an impending sense of doom propelled her feet to the medicine cabinet. She pulled out a little pill box and groaned. Shit, she’d forgot to take her birth control the last couple weeks. In fact she’d forgotten to refill her prescription. Her emotions had been in such turmoil she hadn’t given them a thought. Fuck.

  She took a few calming breaths. No big deal. She’d been taking the pill for years. She’d read somewhere it could take months for them to work themselves out of a woman’s system before the effect wore off. Breathing a sigh of relief, she resolved to get a refill first thing in the morning and get back on her regimen.

  The doorbell rang, just as she poured bath salts in her water. Maybe Rhys forgot something. She raced downstairs only to receive the surprise of her life when she opened the door.

  “What are you doing here?” she asked in a surprised whisper.

  “Is that any way to greet your mother? Stop standing there with your mouth open. You’ll catch flies.” She pushed her way past Sadie not waiting to be invited in. In her mother’s hand was a suitcase. A very large one.

  Shit.

  * * *

  Rhys couldn’t keep the grin off his face as he pulled into his driveway. Remembering how Sadie felt and the sweet taste of her lips would sustain him until the next time they saw each other. All was well with them again, and he couldn’t be happier. Love was a wonderful thing. He intended to sleep well tonight. It was late so Carys was probably home by now from her sleepover.

  His smile faltered when he spotted a silver Porsche parked in his driveway. This didn’t look like one of Colin’s cars and he never showed up unannounced.

  The moment he parked beside it, the driver’s side door of the other car popped open and a long shapely leg slid out and then a head full of flame red hair appeared.

  No! Dammit. No!

  Rhys cautiously got out of the car, his eyes narrowed. What the fuck?

  The slender expensively garbed woman walked toward him with the confidence of a supermodel. She projected an air of sophisticated elegance. She was beautiful, but it was a superficial beauty that left him cold.

  “Darling, you haven’t changed a bit. Are you still playing professor?”

  His anger rose with each second in her presence. He didn’t know if there was a court that would convict him if he wrapped his hands around his her slender neck and snapped it like a twig. Fucking bitch. “Lacey, I don’t know what the hell you’re doing here, but you have ten seconds to get off my property. You’re not welcome here.”

  She chuckled. “Still the same intense, Rhys. You don’t have to be so mean, you know, especially when I’ve come all this way to see my daughter.”

  He was going to fucking kill her.

  Chapter Ten

  “You’ve got a lot of damn nerve coming here like this. I thought I told you last time I saw you to never darken my doorstep again. I don’t want you here and I’m sure Carys feels the same.”

  Lacey smirked not seeming a bit bothered by his hostile tone. “Did you even tell her I’d stopped by last week? I bet you didn’t.”

  Rhys flared his nostrils. He could feel the vein throbbing in his forehead. It wouldn’t take much for him to wrap his fingers around her throat and squeeze. After he’d found her in his driveway last week and told her in no uncertain terms to get lost, he thought he’d seen the last of her. He should have known better. Lacey didn’t do anything without an ulterior motive.

  Her scarlet painted lips curved to a near sneer. “You don’t have to say anything. Your face gives it away. But that’s okay. I guess I’ll just have to keep coming back, I mean, after all, you can’t be here twenty-four, seven can you? Eventually, Carys and I will talk and I have lots of tales to tell her.”

  He wanted to slam the door in her face, but Rhys realized not only would she make good on her threat, she’d enjoy doing it. The evil bitch. “Come inside and don’t make too much noise. You have ten minutes to tell me what you want. When you’re done I want you to leave and never come back.”

  “How generous of you,” she murmured, pushing her way past him when he opened the door enough to allow her entrance. He’d probably regret letting her in his home, but if he didn’t deal with her now, there was no telling what she’d do later.

  She looked around with an accessing eye. “Nice place. It’s much bigger than the little shack you had us living in when we were together.”

  “I’d hardly call a three-bedroom house a shack,” he huffed. “That was your problem. You were never satisfied with what we had.”

  Lacey shrugged an expensively clad shoulder with the same air of nonchalance she gave any topic that wasn’t about her so-called greatness. “I didn’t realize a professor made the kind of money to afford and keep a place like this.” She picked up one of the valuable knick-knacks as if examining its v
alue.

  Rhys refused to discuss his financial status with her. “In my study. Follow me.”

  “But I’m parched. Won’t you offer me a drink, darling?”

  He whirled around to face her. “As you weren’t invited, no I won’t offer you a drink and your ten minutes is now seven. Now you can follow me or you can waste more time before I kick you out.”

  Lacey pursed her lips. “I see you’re just as obstinate as ever.” She sighed. “Very well take me to your study.”

  This time she followed. Once inside, he rested his rear against his desk, his arms crossed as he glared at his ex. She was just as beautiful as he remembered, not a hair out of place and dressed immaculately, yet the coldness that surrounded her put him off. And on closer inspection, he realized her beauty was carefully constructed with makeup and possibly plastic surgery. She didn’t possess the natural loveliness of his Sadie, making him wonder what the hell he’d seen in Lacey in the first place.

  “Tell me what you want Lacey.”

  “Perhaps I’d like to see my daughter.”

  “When you walked out of her life twelve years ago without a backward glance, you forfeited the right to be in her life. You’re a selfish bitch and you always will be, so pull the other one because I’m not buying it. What the fuck do you really want?”

  Green eyes flashed fire briefly and it looked as if she wanted to return his angry retort for one of her own, but instead, she exhaled deeply. “You always were an unfeeling bastard, but I had hoped I could count on you for a loan. Well, maybe not a loan. I need money.”

  “You need money? And why in the world do you think I’d give it to you? After we divorced, you forfeited alimony because I got custody of Carys. I owe you absolutely nothing. Besides, don’t you have a husband to take care of your financial needs?”