eyes. I was so tired that I could barely lift my hand to protect myself. Hawke's arms were still wrapped around me, holding me tight in a spooning position. The old couch at Hawke's place wasn't very comfy but we were able to sleep on it for the entire night.
Or maybe the sex was so exhausting that we could've slept on thumbtacks.
I flipped over in his arms until I was facing Hawke. His eyes slowly opened and a smile appeared. “I'd like to wake up every morning to that beautiful face.”
“Get used to it because I won't be able to afford my nice apartment anymore.”
Hawke brushed a stray hair from my face. “Doesn't matter. Just move in with me.”
I kissed him and felt his soft flesh below turn hard. I reached down and stroked his length, imagining last night. “Ready for more, Hawke?”
“You're going to kill me woman.”
“Then it will be a good death.”
Hawke agreed and we kissed again. He rolled me over onto my back and spread my legs. I don't know how I even had the energy for any of this. But all I knew, was that I wouldn't be satisfied until we made up for those four long years.
We fucked over and over again until the late afternoon. My body was like goo, sticking to the couch and never wanting to let go.
“Would you like some breakfast?” Hawke asked, finally prying himself from our fuck station.
I laughed and looked outside at the setting sun. “What do you have?
“Not much. I haven't been grocery shopping since I got out. Probably just oatmeal.”
I grabbed a blanket and covered my naked body, sinking further into the couch. I wasn't going anywhere today. “Oatmeal sounds perfect.”
Hawke went to the kitchen to fix us some breakfast and I lay on the couch, staring up at the popcorn ceiling.
My life had taken a crazy turn ever since Hawke Ellis showed up on my doorstep. I tried to forget him during those four years but it was impossible. And now he was back and I was his property once again. I liked the feeling of being owned by Hawke. He'd do anything to protect me and anything to satisfy my desires.
But I had lost my father in the process. The only family I had left and now he was out of my life. If only I had known the truth sooner. Maybe I could have prevented Hawke from going to jail.
We could be married now, with a couple kids running around the house. All those years we wasted. We needed to make up for all that lost time.
Hawke returned, holding two bowls of steaming oatmeal. “Breakfast is served, Ms. Spencer.” Hawke acted like a butler, bending over to hand me my bowl.
“Thank you, sir. You may have the day off,” I said waving my hand away.
“You're so kind, Master.”
Hawke jumped on the couch next to me, still completely naked. I never got sick of staring at his inked chest. I dipped my spoon into the hot oatmeal and devoured it in seconds. I didn't even realize how hungry I was.
Sex really takes it out of you.
Hawke set his empty bowl on the ground and wiped his mouth. “We need to talk, Audrey.”
My heart skipped a beat. How could it possibly get any worse?
Hawke sighed. “I didn't tell you the whole story. And now I need your help.”
“What is it, Hawke? You know I'll do anything for you.”
“After I got out of prison, I was picked up by Mayor Peterson. He helped your father put me away.”
“That son of a bitch.” Anger rose in my chest like heartburn.
“He was also the one that got me out of prison.”
“I knew it couldn't have been for overcrowding.”
“Now he wants me to do something that I don't think you're going to like. He wants me to take down your father.”
My father...
“The mayor wants you to kill my father?” I could barely say the words without choking on them.
Hawke shook his head. “Not exactly. He wants to destroy Spencer Enterprises. And I can do that without any
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