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Porter's Reward What He Knows
“I...I…”“You, what Angel?” He caught the back of my knee and pulled it up against the outside of his hip.Tugging down his pants and popping out his already torrid length.Shit.He barely lowered and in moments was back in my sore little hole.I gasped and caught his shoulders. “Ah, shit.”He kissed along my cheek and down my neck, then along my collar. Just sitting there and letting me feel him, stretching the inside of my body. Not moving at all.And somehow that was even more of a tease then everything he’d done to me last night.I tried to move my hips to work my body over him.“Na-uh.” He pinned me there against the wall. Keeping himself firmly lodged in me.“Wh-wh-what are you doing?”“Letting you feel me. Reminding you why you’re sore. Every step you take today, you’re going to feel me, think of me and I’ll know it. When I sit across the room from you. I’ll know that you’re sweet little body is still aching from what I did to you. And I’ll remember every part of you. Know how
Porter's Reward Naughtiness
“Kane!” I squawked. Jerking away and tugging my skirt down again. As I glared at him as if he’d just done something horribly wrong.“Skirt feel too short now?” He remarked. Setting a hand on the counter and leaning his hip over to give me a taunting look. “Or just thinking about pulling it up?”I gaped at him. Blushing hotly. Eyes round.“Oh?” He straightened back off the counter. Instantly intrigued. “You were.”“I wasn’t!” I tossed my hands and headed out of the room as fast as I could go on my damn heels.No more heels.Get some more work pants from my house. I promised myself.Walking back into the office, I spotted Logan hovering around my desk. I deflated. My head dropping. I moved to take my first step beyond that doorway but a grip on my arm pulled me back into the hall and lightly against the wall next to it.“Go to the bathroom, Sweetheart.” I was looking up at his tanned neck and strong chin. “I’ll get rid of him. Come back in a bit. You don’t need his shit.”He was twisted
Porter's Reward Good Boy
Him?A good boy?Hardly!I snorted. “I don’t think you know the meaning of the word.”“Oh…” He pursed his lips as if I’d burned him. Before his face smoothed into a teasing grin as he strode around to the front of my desk. “I know how to be good. Real, real, good…” He sauntered backward.I instantly saw the playful teenager in the leather coat and ripped jeans. Grinning like that. Sauntering backward while he teased me like that.Why had I ever wanted to keep him a secret.It dawned on me that I’d never really given him a chance.I’d been so sure of what he was that I’d never taken a minute to find out.Then a small part of me blamed him for my pain when he left.But now I wondered what he’d felt like when I’d demanded we keep us a secret from everyone we knew.He’d always taken it in stride.But did he really?I stared at him in confusion as he sat down.He scooted his chair in and glanced up and saw me giving him that long study. “What?”“Who are you?”He chuckled and went back to t
Porter's Reward A Mother's Love
And I’d come close enough to wondering if I’d be spending the next few years in jail, I had no interest in spending my near future in a cold, dirty cell.That fear had been enough to mend my ways.I considered giving up my apartment for however long I was to be residing in Porter’s apartment.It would save me nearly $1000 a month which would go along way toward savings. But the idea of not having it there when crap hit the fan with Porter was a bad idea.It occurred to me I was already back to calling him ‘Porter’ in my head. The familiarity of calling him ‘Kane’ felt a bit dangerous.Everything about him feels dangerous now.I sighed. Rounding mom’s door, I knocked lightly even though it was propped open and headed in. Coming to a dead stop there.What?“Hello Daughter.” Mother greeted. “I’ve met your friend here.”Porter was sitting in a chair near her bedside. His elbow propped on a thigh and his chin in his hand as he listened to her speaking until I’d arrived. Then his eyes had f
Porter's Reward To This Every Night
Those words were daunting.‘Give him a chance’. Mom said.To what? Help me?Is that what Kane wanted? I swallowed.“You’re so conflicted.” Mom stroked my cheek. “I can see the fear on you. But I’d chance that, that boy pined for you just as much as you did him when he went away.”“He asked me to write him.”“But you didn’t.” She said sadly. “You never had time for things like that.”“I never made time for things like that.” I corrected. “I got back together with Tommy.”Her nose crinkled at that name. “Never liked that one.”“But I did.”She snorted. “You liked that he was the football guy.”I nodded. “You’re probably right.”“Sounds like military brat didn’t fit the mold you had at the time.”“I suppose not.”“Does he now?”I loved her. But man, somedays I hated when she cut right down to the heart of things. “I don’t think I have a mold anymore. But if I did he’d probably surpass it. He’s too perfect.”“If he’s too perfect, it means he likes to control things. If he likes to control
Porter's Reward Fair Point
Fair point.Why wouldn’t I just say it? I’d been asking myself that all day.When I took too long to answer, he glanced over from rubbing the fork with a green and yellow sponge. Giving me a sideways look. “Do you want steak?”“Yes, Sir…” I lifted my hands in surrender. Quickly grabbing a thick plastic spoon from the flowered ceramic vase of utensils I’d placed in the middle of his counter, simply to be annoying. I set it next to the stove as I bowed out of the room.He glared, watching my step comically.Laughing, I rounded and headed for one of the boxes of my things. I had to wander a minute before I realized I couldn’t find it.“Kane?”“Yes, Dear?” He said in an overly honeyed tone as if he knew what I was going to say.“Where are my clothes?” I called back from the living area.“I burned them.”“What?” I screeched. Brows flying to my hairline.“Yep.” He stepped from the kitchen to peer at me. “So you’d have to be naked all the time. Burning those too.”He eyed me head to toe poin
Porter's Reward What He'd Made
I gave a triumphant smirk. “Not as sneaky as you think you are.” “Oh, no?” He sauntered toward me in a little dance. Sliding his leg along the outside of mine as he began easing my skirt up with a warm palm. It was dizzying. Hypnotic how he could seem so cold and calculated at work then all smiles and play here. Making me laugh. I shook myself. “Your steaks are burning.” He clacked his wine glass to the counter and twisted to see. I bolted. He looked back, realizing the ploy. “Ah, c’mon!” He laughed in frustration. “That’s bullshit!” I laughingly ducked into the bedroom to change from my work clothes, knowing dinner was about done. I wiggled out of my skirt and suit jacket. Unraveling my nylons as I heard plates clattering and knew he was dishing us up. “If you’re hiding from me,” He called in a sing song voice. “you’re hiding in the wrong place…” I scampered out wearing an overly large
Porter's Reward Not Anymore
“You seem to make a lot of things happen.” He’s a force of nature. “I don’t wait for things I want.” He gave me a pointed look. “And once I’ve got them…” He stood from his chair and began rounding the bar as he aimed for me near the front door. I turned to follow his movement warily. Backing up in step with him, upon witnessing the intensity on his face. “I don’t let them go.” He shook his head methodically. “Not anymore.” “Kane…” “Angel.” His deep voice rumbled as he’d backed me into the door. He put one hand on my shoulder and flattened his body along mine. Sliding the other along the door so he was tilted sideways against my other shoulder. His legs and pelvis pinning me where I was. “You’re being, a bit…Intense.” “I’m always intense.” He dismissed. “My brothers have told me so.” “I’m not just going to fall into your bed.” I said. Swallowing as I breathed raggedly. “Good.” He whispere
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