MiaWhen I returned to the hotel room after spending the whole day with my brother, James was nowhere in sight. The fact I hadn’t seen him or Matt ever since James had taken me to see Andy at the hospital didn’t put a doubt in my mind they were still busy cleaning up the mess they had made with the Mexicans.Inside the hotel room, I headed straight to the bedroom. I was exhausted, my body weak, threatening to collapse any moment now. The lack of sleep from the previous night and the worry I had the majority of early this morning for my brother must have caught up to me. Now I only wanted to shower and then crawl straight into bed.Sleep was what I needed most. Tomorrow I’d spend the whole day with Andy again, nursing him and doting on him before I had to leave Las Vegas for Mystic Spring, back to deal with my boss and my job as a kitchen hand at the restaurant.In regard to that area, however, I have yet to bring the subject up with James as to how our relationship was going to work o

MiaI swallowed and said softly, my voice barely above a whisper, “Please fuck me, James.”Those words thrilled me. My core burned and tightened with need and anticipation, and my whole body shuddered in a frenzy of heat.I couldn’t help myself. I repeated, this time a little louder and more confident, “Please, James. Please…fuck me.”I took a deep breath. Oh God! My body was aching. My pussy pulsed in anticipation of his huge cock. I was crying, begging to be ravished.I licked my lips again and said softly, my heart racing, “I want your huge cock inside me, James. Please fuck me.”James smiled arrogantly, as if he were pleased with my obedience, with the way I begged him, that I was utterly at his mercy, under his power.“That’s my girl,” he said tenderly. He kissed me on the forehead, as if to reward me for my submission. My body squirmed in ecstasy, and my heart glowed with delight.Then he drove his erect man root into me in one powerful force, smoothly sliding into my wet and ea

MiaAndy slept for most of the day while I read magazines as I sat there beside him. When he awoke, we’d chat about random topics that had nothing to do with our current situation, which we both tried our utter most to avoid. Who’d want to talk about billionaire elites, the underground business world, Mexican cartel, kidnapping, torturing, and that sort in the hospital with a very injured patient who had just been through that aforementioned shit? Sometimes it was easier to live to delude yourself into believing that everything was all right. Deep within my mind, however, I wondered if things that had happened to Andy would likely happen again, and I knew the answer was yes, one hundred percent.The thought didn’t sit well with me. I wanted to protect Andy. I wanted his and my life to go back to the way they had been six months ago before Andy had left Mystic Spring, when I had a job as a kitchen hand and Andy as a cleaner even though we only made just enough to get by. But at least t

JamesJames picked up his phone on the second ring. He noted it was Cole Packer. As usual, the guy was impressively fast where his job was concerned.“Cole,” he greeted, leaning back in the leather chair and staring off at the exquisite scenery of Las Vegas beyond the floor-to-ceiling window of his office.“Hey, boss,” Cole said from the other end of the line. “Mia Donovan’s resignation from that restaurant is all sorted.” He paused. “You should have seen the bastard. Damn, but he’s a wuss.”James didn’t miss the hard edge he had heard from the other man’s voice. He didn’t doubt Cole had had quite a bit of fun while he had been on the job, despite he had never shown that outward appearance to anyone. Well, intimidation was his specialty, after all, what with the bald head, a dark permanent scowl on his face, and a massive, muscular build with the height that was over six foot five. Cole Packer was a muscular giant and was dubbed the “Angry Bear” within the circles of his workmates. Co

MiaThe lobster was amazing. The meat was succulent, juicy, and sweet, along with the white sauce and roasted vegetable that accompanied it. Of course the entrée of an array of seafood such as prawn, oyster, and mussel were delicious as well. James, not surprisingly, had the steak for his main. He seemed to like it, which was great. It made dinner even better when your companion was in a good mood and enjoying his meal.As usual, James finished his food before I did, and he sat there watching me. I was used to that by now, used to him savoring every action I made when I ate my meal. I wondered if that was common for a man to watch his companion eat. Then of course, because I was a curious being, I couldn’t help myself and decided to ask.“So,” I said, putting my knife and fork down. “I was just wondering… Do you enjoy watching me eat?”That brought a smile to his lips. Gosh! The man was truly handsome when he smiled. There was that something about him, that dark radiance that drew you