porcelain doll, rather than a hot-blooded woman with needs and desires more kinky than most.
Mitchell had always been tough. Her father had been a big influence in her life. She’d never done anything half-assed and always liked to play rough with the guys.
“Ride me, baby. Give it to me hard,” she said in a breathy voice.
He leaned over her and kissed the side of her neck. “Really? You want it rougher?”
She grasped his face in her hands and kissed him, capturing his lips between her teeth and pulling. “You’re the john, make it real.”
He sucked in a breath and blew it out. “You got it.” He reached behind him, unlocked her legs from around his waist and pulled free.
“Where ya going, honey—”
Before she could say more, he flipped her onto her belly and dragged her ass up into the air. “You want it rough, here it is.” Holding her hips in his big hands, he slammed his cock into her pussy, driving deep.
Her face buried in the sheets, she gasped. “Yeah!”
“Like that?” He pulled almost all the way out and slapped her bottom. “Tell me how you like it.”
“Hard. So very hard.”
“Beg for it.”
“Please,” she called out. “Please, let me have it.”
Remy slapped her bottom again.
The pain was deliciously sexy as he rammed his big cock into her tight channel. Her muscles contracted around him. “Please. Do it again,” she cried.
“I’ll give it to you,” he said, bending over her and grabbing her breasts as he took her from behind.
He moved inside her again and again until her nerves stretched to the screaming point, her body tensed and she came apart, shattering into a million pieces.
Remy thrust again, his fingers tightening on her breasts as he buried himself as deep as he could go. His body shuddered, his dick pulsing against her inner walls. He was breathing hard when he finally loosened his grip on her boobs. “Did you like that?” he asked.
“Oh, yeah, big guy.” She stretched out beneath him and he lay on top of her for a moment before drawing free of her and rolling to his side on the bed.
“As good as it was, I have to be going.” She popped up and rolled off the side of the bed to her feet.
“That’s it? That’s all I get?” he asked, stretching out an arm.
Mitchell leaned over him and whispered in his ear, “I’ll come by your place later, after I ditch my tail.”
He pulled her down on top of him, his hand roving over her curves. “Are you sure you’ll be safe?”
“If you don’t see me in an hour, call my boss, tell him Hatch has me and send the cavalry.” She cupped his cheek. “One fuck. That’s all you get for your money, sweetheart.”
Remy ground his teeth as Mitchell drove to the nearest twenty-four-hour convenience store.
“Are you going to be okay?” she asked.
He snorted. “You’re asking me?”
She dropped him off and drove away without looking back. The car that had been following her parked across the street from the convenience store. Remy went inside, purchased a candy bar and a bottle of water, hoping they’d leave before he came out of the store.
When he walked out, the car was still on the street. Glad they hadn’t followed Mitchell, Remy was still annoyed they were watching him. Good. Let them.
He walked away from the convenience store, not really caring which way he headed, more testing whether they’d continue to follow him than anything.
They did, inching along the street behind him. At the next corner, he turned and walked faster, ditching his cell phone and wallet next to a bush. If they caught him with them, the data inside could lead them to his apartment and possibly to Mitchell if she really did show up later.
The street he was on wasn’t as well-lit as the one the convenience store was on. Remy knew he was taking a chance, but he wanted to get a feel for what he was up against, and who these people were following Mitchell.
As he predicted, the vehicle turned the corner behind him. They