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  I wanted to believe that this change everyone saw in him was because of me, and then on the heels of that thought I felt very selfish. But the silent attraction that we had—or at least that I had for him—was weighing heavily on me. I wanted to just tell him how I felt, that I was confused by these emotions, conflicted.

  But until I was stronger emotionally, I’d keep my feelings to myself. It was safer that way.

  I made my way to my room, the sun having already set, the hallway dimly lit by the wall sconces. I’d busied myself for the majority of the evening with scrubbing the greenhouse from top to bottom. I loved being in there, remembering my time with Rofus, albeit short-lived. The sights and scents of the flora around me had relaxed every part of me. Or maybe it was the memory of the feeling of him touching me, gently caring for me.

  I turned down another corner and heard the sound of crackling, the distinct noise of flames licking over logs.

  I followed the sound to a partially opened door and pushed it open a little more. The lights were off in what appeared to be a study, but the light from the fire filled the room in a nice amber glow. I pushed the door open just a bit more, and my heart stopped when I saw Rofus’ big body leaning forward as he sat on the leather couch before the fire. His head was downcast, and I could see the glass of liquor in his hand, the position he was in showing me the side view of his massive body.

  Leaving was probably the best option, just going to my room and forgetting what I wanted to tell him, and keeping this strictly professional. But I didn’t want to. I curled my hand around the doorframe, my heart thundering, my throat tight and dry.

  “How long are we going to do this?” Rofus said, his head still down as he stared at his glass, but his question clearly directed at me.

  I was frozen in place, my heart having stopped for a second before it beat harder and faster than last time.

  He turned around so he was looking at me. “Will you come in and shut the door, sit down and talk with me?”

  For a second I couldn’t move, but finally my feet worked and I found myself doing just that. When I was sitting on the couch, only a foot separating us, I had to remind myself to breathe. He didn’t speak, didn’t even move. He just watched me.

  “Something to drink?” Rofus lifted his glass, but I shook my head. I was already tired, and I knew alcohol would only make that worse. But despite the sound of my bed seeming pretty incredible right about now, I didn’t want to go there alone.

  God, get control of yourself.

  He nodded once and downed the rest of his drink before standing and walking over to the fireplace and setting the glass on the mantle. He stood there for long seconds, and when he finally turned to face me, his body was partially shrouded by shadows.

  “I’m not going to dick around about this, Britta.”

  Hearing him say my name was like gas on a fire.

  “I should have said something at breakfast, but I’ve been known to be coarse, and scaring you off is the last thing I want to do.”

  “Scaring me off?”

  He moved closer to me, and I straightened, my body so warm, so primed. I was wet between my thighs, and my nipples felt like they’d tear through my shirt.

  “Don’t lie and say you don’t feel this connection, this chemistry between us.” He sat on the edge of the coffee table now, his knees almost touching mine, his body blocking out the light from the fireplace. I could barely make out his facial features now.

  I didn’t speak, couldn’t. But I wanted to. God, I wanted to talk to him, to tell him that yes, I too felt something incredible when he was near…when I thought about him. And then I closed my mouth, realizing I’d just said those very words out loud. Heat covered my face, and I ducked my head, feeling embarrassed. I’d never been so bold before.

  He reached out and tipped my head back with a finger under my chin. I stared into his eyes, and even though the darkness covered his face, I could see how blue his irises were.

  “I want you, Britta. I’ve wanted you since I saw you that first day you came in for an interview.” He stroked my chin with his finger. “You’re special, and you make me want to breathe. You make me want to come out from behind the wall I’ve been hiding behind for a decade.” He kept stroking me. “You make me want to be human again.” He leaned forward an inch but stopped. “That is why I was afraid of scaring you.”

  I couldn’t breathe, so I stood and moved a few steps back, but I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to just be honest.

  Then do it.

  “I do feel it,” I whispered.

  And I want to experience it right here, right now, no matter what.

  He made this deep sound in his chest. “Say that again, louder.”

  I swallowed and licked my lips, looking at his face. “I feel it too, Rofus. And I want more.”

  6

  Rofus

  I didn’t care if I was crossing lines. I didn’t give a fuck if I should have stayed away, reminding myself she was my employee. I wanted Britta like a fucking fiend needing his next fix, and I wasn’t going to deny myself. I wasn’t going to practice self-control, not when I had her right here in front of me, her desire for me clear.

  Truth was I wanted her to know that she was mine, that I would destroy anything or anyone who tried to tell me differently. Being locked away these last ten years, even though it was my own doing, had made me hardened. It had changed me, made me the beast everyone already thought I was.

  Instinct controlled me, and I found myself moving closer to her. She moved a step back, maybe slightly afraid, maybe because she didn’t know what I had planned. But this primal need was dictating what I did, propelling me forward until I wasn’t myself. And then I was right in front of her. I pulled her close to me, and she gasped. I loved that sound and wanted to hear her make it again when I was balls-deep inside her.

  Emotions slammed into me, and I knew this wasn’t about me wanting to control her, to own her. I wanted her as mine, no doubt about it, but I wanted her to know that I was hers too. This was fast, fucking crazy in all senses of the word. But it was real, and I hadn’t felt anything like this before.

  I should have been gentle, taken my time, made this a slow burn, but I couldn’t. I was too selfish for her, too primed for a taste of Britta.

  And I’d have her, every fucking part of her.

  The air heated, becoming thick, her arousal clear. Everything in me said to pull her against me and claim her mouth with mine, to just plunge my tongue between her lips and taste her flavor.

  “Come here.”

  And then she stepped toward me, obeying me so fucking well.

  “I don’t want to fight this.” She looked at me with wide eyes. “I just want you to be with me, to douse this fire burning within me.”

  I wouldn’t be extinguishing anything. I’d be making those flames burn brighter, hotter.

  My cock jerked, and I knew I couldn’t deny myself any longer. My body became tighter, every part of me ready to finally claim her. I inhaled, taking in her very scent, memorizing it. I moved closer to her so we were only a foot apart.

  “The moment I saw you, I knew you were mine.” That was the cold, hard fucking truth, and she deserved to know. I smoothed my finger over her bottom lip and felt her tremble. I loved that she had this reaction to me. She reached out and curled her hands around my biceps, pulling me closer. She was breathing harder, her pupils dilated. “You want me, want what we can have with each other?” I wanted to hear her say it, tell me what she desired.

  She was silent for a second but then nodded. “Yes. I want what you have to give me.”

  I moved closer, inhaling deeply, taking in her scent.

  “I need you.” Her voice was soft, laced with her arousal.

  I started breathing harder, my cock like a piece of granite between my thighs. I had her up in my arms seconds later, and moved toward my room. I’d take her in my bed, surrounded by the scent of me. I wanted it covering her, like a mark of owner
ship.

  Once she was on the mattress, I took in the sight of her. I’d worship every part of her, make her scream out for more, beg for it to never end. “I need you naked, bared for me.”

  She was breathing damn hard, but she did what I wanted, got undressed and showed me every intimate part of her. I stood there for long moments just staring at her. “Show me all of you,” I said with this hoarse voice that was more animalistic than human.

  And she did just that.

  A harsh groan left me at the sight of her pussy on display. Go slow. Make this good for her. Yet I found myself on my knees before her, my hands on her inner thighs keeping her legs spread, and my gaze trained on her pretty pink cunt. She smelled so good, and I had no doubt she tasted just as sweet. My cock was pressed against the zipper of my slacks. I needed the motherfucker out. I moved up her body so our mouths were only an inch apart.

  “Oh. God, Rofus,” she whispered, her mouth brushing against mine as she spoke.

  I got off on her saying my name. I lowered my gaze to her chest, saw her breasts rise and fall with her increased breathing. My mouth watered, my cock growing harder. I wanted her like a fiend. “I need to taste you.”

  A small noise left her, and I knew she needed this as much as I did.

  I looked down at her pussy again and saw how soaked she was for me, her arousal glistening, her clit engorged. “So ready,” I whispered.

  “Touch me,” she pleaded.

  I slipped my hand between her legs and kept my fingers poised right on her inner thigh. I was teasing her, but the truth was it was torment for me. I just wanted to fuck her, to plunge my cock in her body, make her mine.

  “Spread wider for me,” I said in a harsh voice. And when she did what I asked, I did touch her cunt. She gasped. I speared my fingers through her wet slit, grunting in pleasure. “Say you’re mine.”

  She looked me right in the eyes and said, “I’m yours.”

  I’d make her so fucking happy she wouldn’t ever think about leaving. Because the truth was even if she ran, I’d go after her. I’d find her.

  7

  Britta

  I couldn’t believe this was happening, but I wasn’t going to stop it either. I needed Rofus as much as he needed me. I wanted him with this burning desire, and if I didn’t get it, I would suffocate.

  God, this is really happening.

  A part of me knew this was wrong on some level. He was my employer. But the fact was I didn’t see myself as anything but his. Yes, I was his, just like he’d declared…demanded.

  The scent of him invaded my senses. He was wild, free. I didn’t care that he had these “imperfections.” In fact, they made me want him more. He grabbed me behind the head, tangling his hand in my hair, causing the pain and pleasure to morph into one. He kissed me like a man possessed. After long seconds he pulled away, my mouth feeling swollen, the blood right below the surface of my lips.

  Rofus pulled back and looked down the length of my body, taking in every inch of me, making me feel bared, which had nothing to do with the fact I was naked. I felt like he could see me…really see me.

  “I want you,” he said unapologetically.

  “I want that,” I responded.

  “Once I claim you, you’ll never think of leaving, never want another man.”

  A shiver worked its way up my spine. He had his hand between my legs, his fingers moving along my slick folds, making me crave so much more.

  “You’re so wet for me, so ready for my big cock, aren’t you?”

  I could only nod. I found myself moaning, wanting his hands and mouth on me…every part of me. Rofus slid his other hand up my arm and moved his palm to my chest, covering one of my breasts.

  He leaned in until I felt his lips along my jaw, felt his beard move along my cheek. I could see the scars that lined one side of his face, and I found myself lifting my hand and smoothing my fingers along the raised flesh. He was tense as I touched him, but he relaxed against me as the seconds ticked by. I wanted him to feel just as comfortable with me as I did with him.

  “Do I frighten you?” he asked in a low, husky voice.

  “No,” I said instantly, meaning that one word more than I’d ever meant anything else.

  Rofus moved his mouth along my neck, stroking my skin with his tongue, with his lips. I closed my eyes and just absorbed the feeling of him touching me.

  “Tell me you’re ready for me.”

  “I’ve never been more ready.”

  “Say my name, baby.”

  “Rofus,” I whispered, and he groaned in response.

  His dick pressed against my inner thigh, so big and long. I anticipated this. Our breathing was loud. Then his lips were on mine, his tongue between them. He tasted so good, so wild.

  “You’re all mine,” he groaned against my mouth. I was, without a doubt.

  He gently bit my bottom lip, and a gasp left me. I had my hands on his chest, my nails digging into his flesh. I felt the scars on this part of his body as well, but I loved that he was vulnerable for me, because I felt that way for him.

  Rofus leaned down and ran his tongue along the arch of my throat. Before I knew what was happening, he had me on my belly, his hands smoothing over the length of my spine, my heart thundering madly.

  Everything was happening so fast, but I didn’t want it to stop.

  He ground his erection against my ass. “God, even without being inside of you, you feel so damn good.”

  I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip. I wished he’d take off his clothes. I wanted to feel his bare skin against mine. I looked over my shoulder at him. As if I’d said the words out loud, he moved away and started undressing.

  And as he stood there naked, all I could do was take in the sight of his massive erection.

  “This is all because of you,” he said on a groan as he fisted his cock in his hand, stroking the impressive length. He took a step closer. “This will only ever be for you.” Rofus let go of himself and was back on top of me a second later. He placed his hands on either side of my outer thighs, slowly moving them up. He pressed his dick against the crease of my ass, the length so long and thick for a brief second I wondered how painful it would be once he was fully inside of me.

  “I bet you’re so ready for my cock.”

  “Yes.” That one word left me on a rushed whisper.

  He moved down the length of my body until I felt his warm breath along the top of my ass. “I’m going to devour every inch of you until you know without a doubt you’re mine.”

  I wasn’t a virgin, but it had been a very long time since I’d been with a man, and I’d never had one kiss me, touch me…do anything in the region Rofus was at right now. It made me feel wild, excited, and anticipating more to come.

  He kissed and licked my flesh, and then grabbed the cheeks and clenched his fingers around the mounds, the pain slight but present, making me want more. I wanted so much more. I let out a breath, suddenly feeling dizzy.

  “You’re perfect for me, the beauty to my ugliness, the perfection to my destruction.”

  Again it sounded like he was speaking to himself, but his words hit me deep, made me crave the darker side of Rofus, the part he’d shut out, built a wall around. I knew it was deep inside of him, and I didn’t know if I was stupid to want to experience it.

  He moved his finger through my slit, eliciting this deep-rooted moan from me.

  “You want more?”

  I nodded, not able to speak.

  “I’ll give you so much more you can’t handle it, baby.” He rubbed me between my legs faster, harder, making me wetter. At the first touch of his tongue on my pussy I couldn’t contain the cry that left me. I didn’t want to hold it in, didn’t want to stop myself from vocally letting him know how good he made me feel.

  I cried out as the pleasure consumed me.

  He groaned against my wet flesh but never stopped as he did, in fact, devour me like he’d promised. My bottom was high in the air, my legs obscenely
spread. He licked and sucked at my intimate folds until I felt sweat bead along my temple and form between my breasts.

  He sucked my clit into the hot, wet depths of his mouth, and that was the end of it. I came for him. My breath hitched. My heart raced. Rofus sucked on me harder, running his teeth along my folds, teasing me. I was so sensitive for him, so ready to go off the cliff once more, over and over again until reality and fantasy were one.

  “I want to devour you over and over again, Britta,” he said in this husky, sexy-as-sin voice. He pushed my legs open more, stood behind me, and before I could realize or understand what he had planned, he had me flat on my back again. A gasp of surprise and desire left me, my arousal creeping up so high I couldn’t even think straight.

  Rofus was between my thighs, his mouth back on my pussy.

  “Do you want more?”

  “Yes,” I said instantly, wanting so much I couldn’t even breathe.

  He rubbed my clit, had me squirming, trying to get impossibly closer. I’d never felt such intense pleasure before. I didn’t want it to end, didn’t want this moment to vanish.

  “More,” I begged, not ashamed in the least.

  He started to push a finger into my pussy, just one thick, long digit. He moved into my body slowly, gently. Rofus was relentless, but I loved that, craved more. While he did that, he flicked his tongue back and forth over my clit, humming until I was crying out.

  “This is all I’ve ever fucking wanted,” he said in a low, murmuring voice against my flesh, but it sounded as if he was speaking to himself. And then he started sucking especially hard on the little nub. “Come for me again,” he murmured against me.

  I didn’t ever want him to stop. Ever.

  I panted, not able to breathe, not able to think clearly. I felt high, like nothing could touch me. Rofus pulled me into his arms and just held me, and the feeling was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

  As crazy as it sounded, I felt like I was right where I should be.