“Then take me,” she breathed out, her eyelashes fluttering.

“Come,” I said, grabbing her hands and bringing her to the edge of the roof again. “Kneel down again,” I said and watched as she complied easily. I reached down and lifted her skirt up and touched her; she was already wet. Wet in anticipation for me. My body shuddered and I felt myself growing hard as I continued to touch her. “You want to feel me inside of you, don’t you?” I massaged her shivering bud and I felt like a king. I had done this to her. I had her looking at me like she would die if I stopped touching her.

“Yes,” she cried out as I pushed a finger inside of her. “Please, TJ, please.”

I pulled her back up then and pulled her into my arms, kissing her softly before pulling her chin up to look at me.

“Do everything I say,” I said steadily as she breathed heavily.

“Okay.” She nodded, gazing into my eyes.

“I want you to hold this against yourself,” I said as I handed her the vibrator. “I want you to hold it there and I want you to bring yourself pleasure, but you must not come.”

“Okay,” she said as she took the vibrator from me.

“I’ll be very upset if you come.”

“I mean, that’s not something I can help.” She giggled as she looked up at me.

“You only come for me,” I said. “Your orgasms are for me and my cock.”

“Jealous of a vibrator, TJ?” she said with a slight flush as she glanced at me.

“Jealous isn’t quite the right word.”

“What’s the right word, then?”

“On your knees, Mila,” I said gruffly. I placed my jacket and shirt down on the ground for her to rest on.

“So you just want me to hold it between my legs?” She looked up at me, clueless, and I couldn’t stop myself from laughing.

“Hand it to me,” I said and took the vibrator from her hand. I turned it on and then slapped it between her legs, holding it close to her bud. I moved it back and forth slightly, allowing my fingers to graze her gently.

“Oh my gosh, TJ.” She squealed as she moved forward.

“Yes?” I whispered as I felt her growing wetter and wetter.

“I think I’m going to come.”

“No, you’re not,” I said and held it there. “Not until I’m inside of you.”

“I don’t know what sort of self-restraint you think I have.” She cried out. “But I don’t think I’m going to be able to stop—oh, oh, TJ.” She shuddered suddenly and I froze, wondering if she was going to come. I felt slightly put out. I didn’t want her to come from a little plastic machine. I knew it was stupid of me, but I wanted to feel like only me being inside of her could make her come. I wanted to own her body. I wanted my cock to be her master. The secret to her pleasure.

“I want to feel you inside of me.” She cried out again and looked back at me. “Please, now.”

“Okay.” I grinned and looked down at the pure lust and want on her face. It was enough to make my heart thump harder for a few seconds. She looked beautiful with her hair flying in the wind and her cheeks blushed pink. Her eyes looked dazed and her lips were trembling as she waited for me to take her. I pulled the vibrator away from her and she moaned. “No, baby,” I said softly. “I want to make sure that when you come it’s all because of me.”

“Of course, it’s all because of you.” She cried out and I could hear the desire in her voice as she waited for her release.

“That’s right, baby,” I said, feeling cheesy as I said the words. I wasn’t sure who I was becoming. I wasn’t this man. I didn’t get caught up. I didn’t feel things when having sex. At least, not emotional things. I just fucked for a release. I didn’t need to look into the woman’s eyes, didn’t care about wanting to see that look of pleasure and devotion in her stare as she came crashing down from her high. In fact, I hated it when a woman looked at me with anything other than lust. I didn’t want her to feel that there was any sort of involvement aside from the sex. Because there wasn’t.

That was different with Mila, though. I didn’t know why. I didn’t want to think about it too hard. She was just someone who’d been in my life for a long time and that was why it affected me differently. She was an innocent, not used to the games of men. I was going slowly, treading carefully because I cared about her feelings. I was still a bastard, though. If I weren’t, I never would have taken her in the first place.

“Close your eyes,” I said as I dropped down to my knees and pulled my pants down. My hands slid up in front of her and grabbed her breasts and pinched her nipples as I positioned her in front of me. My right hand fell from her breast and I guided my hardness inside of her. I could feel her quivering on me and it only made me grow harder. To know I had this power over her . . . that I could make her body come for me . . . that I could make her want me more than she’d ever wanted anything before. This was power. This was greatness.

“TJ,” she screamed out as I pounded into her, hard, leaving nothing to chance. I slid in and out of her, guiding my cock as if commanding a great naval fleet. I stared out at the night sky as I felt her coming hard, screaming out my name, and as I felt myself withdraw from her and spurt onto the roof, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of guilt, with my pride. This wasn’t what it was about. This wasn’t a moment to be proud of, though I couldn’t stop myself from grinning down at her as she beamed up at me. My lips were smiling, but my eyes and heart felt dead. I had no idea what I was doing here, to her. All I knew was that I was in over my head.

Chapter Two

Mila

“Which one?” I held up two dresses to Sally and frowned as she looked at them with an unimpressed expression on her face. “Too dowdy?”

“Not if you’re going to Sunday school,” she said, even-faced. “And you’re teaching it. And you’re the priest’s wife.”

“Ha ha, very funny.” I rolled my eyes at her. “I don’t know what to wear. This is the first time I’ll be meeting the board of directors and the major shareholders. I don’t want to let TJ down.”

“I thought you met them already?”

“I met the board of directors, but not the shareholders as well.” I sighed. “This is the first really, really important party. I’ll be left alone. People will be asking me questions, judging me.” I made a face. “I just don’t want to let TJ down.”

“Ask me if I care if you let TJ down.” She pursed her lips and then smiled, a slow, totally innocent-looking smile. “I will help you pick a dress though.”

“Hmm, what’s the catch?” I narrowed my eyes as I gazed at her devious-looking face.

“What catch?” She grinned.

“Well, why are you so eager to help if you think TJ is a douchebag?”

“Just because I think he’s a douche, doesn’t mean you do.” She shrugged. “Plus, I want you to look so sexy tonight that he’s not going to want to keep his hands off of you, but he’ll have to because this is a party with business associates.”

“You’re totally devious.” I laughed at her. “But I like it. However, it can’t be too sexy. Nothing that says I’m a hooker or a high-class escort.”

“What about low-class escort?”

“Sally.” I glared at her.

“Just joking.” She giggled and headed to my closet. “Okay, let me see what you have in here.” She rifled through my dresses and then looked at me. “I don’t suppose he’ll give you a credit card for a new dress?”

“He already gave me one.” I made a face and sighed. “My wardrobe sucks, doesn’t it?”

“He offered you a credit card?” Sally’s eyes lit up. “To buy whatever you want?”

“I guess.” I shrugged. “I didn’t take it.”

“You didn’t take it?” Her eyes widened. “What are you? Dumb?”

“No, I already told you I don’t want to give anyone any reason to think I’m a paid escort or whore.”