“It’s not that bad.” He laughed and then winked. “Now I can help you live out some of your fantasies.”

“Those weren’t my fantasies,” I protested as I continued to squeeze his hardness.

“What were they, then? He grunted and thrust himself into my hands.

“They were what I thought would be your fantasies,” I admitted, slightly embarrassed.

“You wanted to make my fantasies come true?”

“Yes.” I nodded and cried out as he spun me around and pushed me over the hood of his car. “TJ?”

“Shh, we’re making one of my fantasies come true,” he said and I felt him sliding his zipper down behind me, before pulling my dress up and to the side.

“TJ?” I gasped as I felt the cool air hit my behind. “Should we be doing this here? What if someone sees us?”

“That’s why we have to be quick.” He grunted and I felt him thrust inside of me deep and hard.

“Ooh,” I cried out as he filled me up. I fell forward and I moaned as he thrust in and out of me quickly. The car metal was cold against my collarbone, but TJ was warming me up from inside.

“Oh, Mila, you’re so wet for me. You were so wet and ready for this, weren’t you?”

“TJ.” I moaned out his name, unable to say anything else as I felt an orgasm building up. I couldn’t believe I was letting him fuck me in the parking lot, where anyone could see us, but that was part of being with TJ— the excitement, the danger, it was all an added plus. He lived life on the edge, every single day, and I was starting to enjoy that as well.

“Mila.” He grabbed my hips and slammed into me, over and over again, so that I could barely breathe. His cock felt so deep inside of me that I thought I was going to pass out from the pleasure. “I’m going to come.” He groaned and I allowed myself to let go completely in the last few thrusts. He collapsed on top of me after we came, and we just lay there on the car for a few seconds before he stepped back, pulled me up and straightened my dress back down.

“I want you to move in with me tomorrow,” TJ said as he held me close to him. “I need to have you around all the time.”

“I know, you already said that before.” I panted, not wanting to think too much into it, as my body was still riding high on my orgasm. I didn’t want to grow hope that he wanted me close because he was falling for me. “But I can’t move in tomorrow. I still need to pack and get my stuff together.”

“The day after?” He frowned.

“A few days.” I laughed and touched the side of his face lightly as he pouted. “I’ll move in, in a few days.”

“Good,” he said and then kissed me on the forehead. “That’s settled then.”

“Then you can have your wicked way with me whenever you want,” I said teasingly, though I wasn’t really joking.

“Yup.” He winked and leaned over and bit down on my lip. “Whenever I want,” he said as he looked into my eyes. “Just as long as you’re willing.”

I’m always willing crossed my mind, but instead I stayed silent and just smiled at him. Confusion and lust were invading my mind and I was starting to get caught up in the fog of emotions that TJ had always brought to my life.

“Let’s go back inside.” He smiled and held my hand and we walked back into the party with huge grins on our faces.

Chapter Four

TJ

One Year Ago

“I need you to go to Paris tomorrow, sign the contract for the Hatcher deal.” My dad looked up at me, a small frown on his face. “And see if you can get them to include the patents from their glamour manufacturers.”

“Tomorrow?” I frowned at him. “I can’t go tomorrow.”

“You have to fly out tomorrow, so you can sign the contract the following day.”

“I can’t go tomorrow.” I shook my head, not wanting to tell him why.

“TJ, this isn’t a discussion. You’re going tomorrow.” My dad was looking at me with narrowed eyes.

“I have something to do on Friday,” I said. “You’ll have to go.”

I watched as my dad pursed his lips. He didn’t like being disobeyed.

“Why can’t you go?” he asked me, his lips thin.

“Mila’s graduating,” I said, noticing the dismissive look on his face.

“From high school?” He sneered.

“College,” I said my voice tinged with anger. “She asked me to come watch her walk.”

“Is that really important?” He stared at me, his eyes cold.

“It’s important to Mila.”

“Her family is going, yes?” He sighed. “Why do they need you to go? You can still give her a graduation present if you don’t go.”

“She asked me to go,” I said, starting to get angry. “I’m not flying to Paris.”

“Travis James Walker, a graduation is not more important than a fifty-million-dollar deal.”

“It is to me,” I said, trying to explain to him and myself why it was so important to me that I attend. “She’s my best friend’s sister. She’s been in my life for years. This is important to her. It’s important to me. I’m going.”

“So you’re going because you feel like it’s your sister that’s graduating?” My dad sneered. “Are you telling me that you wish I’d given you siblings?”

“I’m not saying anything like that,” I said, my fists clenching. He didn’t understand that I had deep feelings for the whole Brookstone family. He didn’t understand that I considered them to be closer family than he was. He didn’t understand that Mila was special and when she’d called me months ago telling me she was graduating and asked if I’d come to the ceremony, something in me had lit up. I wasn’t going to miss it if I could help it.

“Fine.” My dad pursed his lips. “I’m not happy and this shows me that I don’t think you’re anywhere near to being able to take over the company. I’m going to have to do some serious thinking.”

“May I go now?” I asked, not interested in my dad’s emotional and mental blackmail. If he wanted to pass on his company to someone else, he could do so.

“Yes,” he said, and as I walked out of his office, I could feel his eyes boring into my back. I opened the door, closed it and continued on out of the building. I was done for the day. My heart was racing and I wasn’t quite sure why I’d refused my dad on such an important deal for a college graduation. I was pretty sure that Mila wouldn’t care that much if I’d missed it. But I wanted to be there. I wanted to be a part of her special occasion. I wanted to hug her and congratulate her on finally becoming a full-grown adult. I wanted to welcome her to the world. A world she didn’t know yet. I wanted to be there for her. In more ways than one.

Current Day

“Soooo . . .” Mila looked at me awkwardly, her three large suitcases set in front of her waiting to be carried to my bedroom. I had to admit that I was slightly taken aback at how much stuff she’d brought with her. I’d been expecting a duffel bag of clothes or something, not what appeared to be her entire wardrobe. I wondered what the taxi driver must have thought when he’d dropped her off. If he was anything like me, he probably thought that she was thinking that she was moving in forever. I tried not to panic at the thought, though a part of me kind of liked the idea that she’d be here with me forever.

“So?” I said with a small smile. I wasn’t going to make this easy for her.

“Where should I put my suitcases?”

“Where do you want them to go?”

“In my room.” She shrugged, her face turning red. I thought it was cute that she could still be embarrassed in front of me, after everything we’d done together.

“You mean our room?” I asked softly as I walked towards her. “The room with the whips and chains?”

“I guess so.” She licked her lips nervously, her eyes widening slightly at my words. I knew she was wondering if I was joking or not. Actually, I take that back. I knew that she knew that I wasn’t joking.

“Do you want to see my secret dungeon?” I touched her shoulder lightly and gazed into her warm brown eyes, a secret thrill running through me as I saw the curiosity in her eyes.