“I cannot fucking believe this.”
Rick turned to look at Megan, the phone pulled away from his ear. She could her Tony’s voice through the earpiece but couldn’t make out what he was saying. Rick cleared it up quickly.
“Meg, honey. Cap says that little girls that drop the F bomb get their mouth washed out with soap and their ass spanked till they promise to behave.”
Megan turned away from him and stomped her foot in frustration. “T, where’s the camera in here?”
T pointed to the camera mounted in the corner near the ceiling. He watched as Megan stomped across the room and appeared centered in the camera’s viewfinder. “Cap Rossi, you can take your empty threats and go fuck yourself!” With that she aimed a middle finger salute at the camera, turned and stormed into her office. The door vibrated briefly from the force of the slam. The only sound was that of Tony’s raised voice coming from Rick’s cell. He was busy throwing a few F bombs himself. There were also a few GD’s laced throughout his diatribe. Lil T and Rick turned and looked at each briefly before gales of laughter broke out from the two big men. Several minutes passed by before Rick remembered he was still on the phone with the boss. “Calm down, Cap. She’s just upset and blowing off steam.”
Megan suddenly reappeared and stomped over to Lil T’s laptop. “You got cameras in the bathroom?” she demanded.
“Heck no, honey.”
“Fine. You got five minutes to disconnect the one in my office or I’m ripping it down myself.” She disappeared into the bathroom.
Rick looked at Lil T and spoke into the phone, “I better move the office camera before she loses it, Cap. I thought I had the wilder of the twins. You poor bastard.” He laughed at something that Cap said and murmured, “Yeah, I’m anxious to see how you tame her, boss. By the way, told ya, she’s absolutely adorable.”
Chapter Nine
Later that afternoon, Megan’s mood was somber as she waited in line at the bank. She had two days’ worth of deposits from the bakery and Lil T had advised that she make them during business hours rather than using the night depository. Megan didn’t think it made much difference because he was on her like a shadow. The only time he let her out of his sight was when she was in the ladies room or her office at the bakery. He had followed her into the bank and was standing by the entrance, his eyes constantly scanning the area for potential threats. Her business completed, she left the bank with Lil T escorting her to his SUV. The plan was for her to go back to Regan’s where Rick would take over babysitting duties.
While she waited for T to open her door, her gaze wandered across the street where she noticed the creepy guy from the other night at Regan’s party. She remembered he had stomped on her toe and caused her to drop her purse. Startled, she stiffened which instantly alerted Lil T.
“What?”
She turned to meet his gaze and then turned back, but creepy guy was gone.
“Um...I guess nothing. I thought I saw someone I knew.”
She let him assist her up into the tall SUV, placing a supportive hand to her lower back as she stepped on the running board and climbed in. Was she just being paranoid? Shaking off the odd feeling, she looked forward to getting to Regan’s and relaxing. She was wired and her nerves were on edge.
Regan and Rick tried to keep things low key that evening, attempting to keep her mind off the chaos of the past few days. Rick seemed relaxed but Megan could tell he was more vigilant than usual. Megan and Regan were told not to go outside or open any doors, as he would take care of any visitors they had. Megan didn’t think she’d be able to sleep, so she tried having a glass of wine before bed. She curled up with Regan on the couch and started to change out her purse. The police had found her wallet in an alley between the bookstore next to her bakery and the craft store on the corner of the block. She was pleasantly surprised to find her cash and credit cards, but her driver’s license was missing. Relieved that she didn’t have to replace all of her credit cards, she put the contents of her things in her new purse. Then she plugged her dead cell phone into Regan’s charger. A few minutes later message alerts came up on the screen. She scrolled through and answered several text messages from friends before checking the numerous voice mails. Megan listened to messages from friends, saving and deleting as she went. When she got to the 9th message, she bolted off the couch.
“Oh, my God!” She yelled for Rick, which had him rushing into the room a few seconds later.
“What’s up, honey?”
“You have to listen to this.” Megan pressed a few buttons to replay the message and turned it on speakerphone. She set the phone on the coffee table then backed away from it as if it were a bomb ready to explode. A harsh voice came out of the speaker:
“Listen bitch! Put the flash drive in an envelope addressed to PO Box 395. Don’t tell the cops or you will pay. This will all go away if you cooperate. Mess with me and you’ll regret it.”
Regan gasped and moved to Megan’s side, wrapping her arm around her shoulders protectively.
Rick looked at Megan. “What flash drive?”
Fifteen minutes later, Rick let Tony in the front door. He moved across the room and stopped in front of Megan, who refused to look at him. He pulled her to her feet and seated himself in her place, pulling a struggling Megan down on his lap.
“Exactly what the hell do you think you are doing?” Megan demanded as she attempted to push her way out of his arms.
Tony wrapped both arms around her and captured her kicking legs between his.
“Sit still, Angel. We’ll go somewhere and talk this out soon, but first I need to hear this message.”
“We don’t have anything to talk about.”
Tony squeezed her tighter. “Yes, we do, Angel. Now, hush. I know you’re mad at me right now, but I swear we can fix this. I promise. For now, let’s figure this out so we can keep you safe.” He released one arm so he could turn her face toward his and meet her eyes.
Deliberately trying to hurt him, Megan used the calmest voice she could manager. “You know I don’t really give a flying fuck about your promises anymore, Cap.”
Tony’s jaw tightened and that muscled twitch reappeared. He stared at her with a look so intense that the submissive inside of her began to emerge and Megan looked away and then continued to wiggle uncomfortably in his lap.
He cupped his big hand under her jaw and turned her face up to his, forcing her to look at him when she tried to look away. “I know I deserve your anger, Megan. But for now, I am going to ask you to trust me.” A long finger moved to stop her lips from spewing more recriminations before he asked, “Please, Megan.”
How could she believe a word of his crap after what he had done? Megan looked into his beautiful, chocolaty eyes and saw sincerity there. She also saw something else - tenderness. But was that love? Idiot! Tony saw the crack in her shield and ever the warrior, moved forward to capitalize on her weakness. He lowered his lips to hers and breathed into her.
“I’m sorry, Angel. Please, just trust me for now. Okay?”
Megan stared at him for several minutes before finally nodding. Lord! How could she be such an idiot? Only a fool would trust the lying, arrogant bastard.
“We good for now?” he asked and the sucker that she was, nodded again.
“Excellent.”
She was really beginning to hate that word. He released her arms and legs but kept one hand at her waist to keep her in firmly in his lap. When he had listened to the message several times, he turned to her and raised one brow in question. Megan explained, “I have no idea what he is talking about. I don’t even use flash drives. I use an external hard drive for my computer file storage.”
Looking at Rick, he asked. “Ideas?”
“He obviously thinks she has his drive. Probably thought it was in her purse, which was why he tried to snatch it. When he came up dry, then he searched her condo for it.”
Tony nodded in agreement. “Where’s the purse he tried to steal, Ange
l?”
“Right there.” She attempted to get off his lap and retrieve her purse, but his strong arm tightened around her waist and held her firmly in place on his lap. Regan got up and brought the large, red leather bag to her sister.
Tony moved Megan to straddle one hard thigh as he took the purse and up ended the contents onto the coffee table in front of them. Rick handed him a pen, which he then used to sift through the contents, raising an eyebrow at all the crap women carried around with them.
Nothing. He set the purse down in frustration and it made a noticeable clunking noise on the glass top table. Upon further inspection, he found something wedged between some loose stitches in the purse’s lining.
“Here it is,” he said.
Megan gasped. “I have no idea how that got in there!”
“Rick, hand me some tissue.”
Tony carefully removed the flash drive with the tissue. Setting Megan gently aside, he went to use the laptop on the desk in the corner. He carefully inserted the drive into the USB port and attempted to open the files.
“Damn. Protected,” he muttered. “Get Lil T on this right away. We need to know what is so special about this drive.”
He rose from the desk. Walking past Megan, he bent low and grabbed her wrist. He started pulling her down the hall to the guest room. A feeling of déjà vu came over her as she trailed behind Tony. It seemed he was always dragging her off somewhere. Thinking she should be fighting with him or at least putting up a token resistance, Megan followed passively. She was confused and anxious to sort through the issue with the cell phone threat and flash drive. She could just kick his ass to the curb later. The thought brought Megan’s gaze to the back of Tony’s jeans. Such a fine ass it was, too.
Chapter Ten
Tony pulled her into the guest room, then closed and locked the door behind them. Megan found herself pushed up against the door and his large body crowded her as Tony’s mouth took hers in a scorching kiss. Startled at first, Megan stood still under the onslaught. After several moments, she pressed her hands against his chest, ineffectually pushing and turned her head to break the kiss. She felt her resistance slipping.
Undeterred, Tony’s lips trailed hot kisses across her cheek and down her neck before latching onto the sensitive spot below her ear.
“Tony!” she protested breathlessly. This man, despite her lingering anger and hurt, turned her on.
“I’m so sorry, Angel,” Tony said between kisses. He lifted his lips from her honey sweet skin to look deeply into her eyes. “I thought this guy was after me, Megan. I thought he was using you to get to me. I was trying to protect you in my own fucked-up way. I never wanted to hurt you.”
His lips tenderly met hers as he pressed light kisses along her lips and the corner of her mouth. “I have waited for you for fifteen years and wanted nothing more than to make you mine. It killed me to push you away, but I felt that was the only way to keep you safe. I’ve made some enemies over the years and didn’t want to expose you to their shit.”
Megan’s breath caught in her throat and her eyes misted as over as she looked at him. A million questions swam through her head. He waited fifteen years for her? Why hadn’t he made his move before now? He had pushed her away but had relied on his men and his surveillance technology to keep her safe. What bad people were after him? How was he going to keep himself safe? Overwhelmed with questions and emotions, she dipped her head and pressed her face against his chest.
“You hurt me so bad...” her voice broke as she fought back her tears. “I thought my heart was going to explode.”
“Oh God, my Angel. You’re killing me.” Tony gently pulled her away from his chest and angled her face back up to his. “Look at me, baby. Please don’t hide from me. I know I hurt you and I am sorry. I did it on purpose to throw them off your trail. I hoped if they thought you meant nothing to me, they would leave you alone. Man, did I get this one wrong. I really fucked up, baby. Can you ever forgive me?”
Megan’s watery gaze met his as she tried to read the emotions behind his eyes. The intensity of his gaze frightened her and she lowered her eyes.
“No, Megan. Look at me,” he demanded. “Look at me and see how I feel about you. I’m already falling in love with you. I want you so badly that I would sacrifice anything for you. Even sacrifice having you with me to keep you safe. But, now that I know that it’s not my past posing a threat to you, I want you with me. I need to keep you safe, because you are mine, Angel.”
His lips swooped down and took hers in another searing kiss. His confession had softened Megan’s heart. She opened up her mouth and her heart and let him in. Overwhelmed by the emotions of the last day, she sobbed against his lips and reached up to grasp handfuls of his shirt at his back.
“God, Angel. Please don’t cry.” He spread kisses across her eyelids and kissed away the tears that trickled down her cheeks. “It kills me to see you cry.”
Megan let out a tearful laugh at the irony of that statement.
He arched an eyebrow. “Tears during discipline the exception to the rule, of course.”
Then his face turned serious. “Can you forgive me, Angel?”
“Yes, Tony, I forgive you. But please, don’t do that to me ever again. I’d rather you keep me close than push me away in a crisis. My heart can’t take it.”
“Never again, I swear. I learn from my mistakes.”
“Wait, can I get that in writing? Or maybe on tape? The big, bad Dom admitted to making a mistake?” Megan felt one large hand slide down to grasp a butt check firmly in warning.
“Let’s not push it, Angel.”
“Yes, Captain.” She smiled up at him.
Grinning, Tony carried her the short distance to the bed. In an instant, Megan’s top was stripped from her petite frame and Tony’s big hands moved up her back to unclasp her bra. Megan groaned as those big hands firmly cup her breasts. Tony bent his knees, lowering his head so his mouth could latch onto one nipple and sucked it fiercely. Megan moaned, digging her fingers into his hair as she clasped him tightly against her breast. He moved to pay equal attention to her other nipple while his hand lightly pinched and rolled the nipple his mouth had left moist and aching.
His hands left her breasts and traveled down her sides. Pushing up her little skirt, his big hands slid underneath and cupped her ass, diving into her panties, squeezing and separating the generous globes. He hooked the waistband of her tiny panties and pulled them down her legs. Off came her shoes, then her panties. His hands slid up the back of her thighs, spreading them wide to accommodate his broad shoulders. He growled as he looked at her creamy, pink flesh spread achingly before him.
“I have to taste you.”
Megan squealed as he swooped in and took command of her pussy. His tongue licked her sweet juices from her weeping opening to her aching clit. “Mmmm, you taste so sweet. Just like honey and cream.”
“Oh God, Tony. That feels so good. You’re gonna make me come.”
“Not yet. Hang on for me, Angel. I want you to come while your hot, wet pussy is gripping my cock.” He used his whole mouth to devour her pussy again and again, licking at the cream dripping from her and spreading it upward to soak her throbbing clit. He pushed her hips down, holding her still as she writhed beneath him.
“Please, I can’t stand it,” she groaned and cried out on the cusp of climax.
“Oh, Angel, I could eat this sweet pussy all night.” He gave her clit one more swipe with his tongue, then rose and grabbed his wallet from his back pocket to remove a condom. He yanked off his jeans and quickly slid the condom over his raging hard on. He stroked himself as he looked down at his beautiful Angel. She was sprawled out, wide open before him, naked except for the little denim skirt that was wadded up around her waist. He leaned over and pulled it from her, not wanting any barriers between them. Placing a knee on the bed, he hovered over her. His hard body slid over hers as he swept his lips and tongue up her soft, curvy figure. Pausing briefly to tu
g on one erect nipple, he moved up until he was again face to face with her. He smiled at the look of sexual agony upon her face as she squirmed and quivered in anticipation of their joining. Her hands moved to stroke his muscular shoulders as her tongue slipped out to moisten her dry lips.
“Please...” she begged.
His smile was indulgent as he gently moved her hands above her head. “Keep your hands up here, Angel.”
She whimpered. “But I want to touch you.”
“No. I’m holding on by a thread, baby. If you touch me, I’ll go off like a rocket.”
“Please...”
“Not this time, Megan,” he warned.
Reluctantly, she nodded her agreement. She watched as Tony rocked back enough to grasp his cock in his hand and rub it against her pussy. He stroked the wide head over her lips, gathering her natural lubricant, preparing himself for entry. Megan then felt him stretching her as he pressed firmly into her heat. He was so huge and she felt stretched as he filled her up. He started to stroke smoothly in and out until he was fully seated in her.
“Christ, Angel. You are so hot and tight.”
His hands slid up her arms and grasped her hands that had remained obediently above her head where he placed them. His fingers entwined with hers as he started the slow, delicate rhythm. He gazed into her eyes as he tenderly made love to her.
“You’re mine, Megan.”
“Tony...”
“Say it, Angel.” He picked up the pace of his thrusts and watched as her lips parted. Her breathing came out in shallow little pants. She licked her lips and groaned her pleasure.
“Mine, forever. Say it!”
“Yours forever, Captain,” Megan breathed as she submitted completely to him.
He was hammering into her now. “That’s it,” he coaxed, pleased by her little moans. “Are you ready to come for me, Angel?
She nodded, helplessly swept away by his possession.
“Now, Angel!” he commanded and Megan surrendered to the ecstasy. Her hips arched to meet his plunging cock as she cried out and her orgasm swept over her. He thrust harder and faster and deeper and followed her quickly over the edge as he came. Groaning, he released the tension from his body, never breaking the intensity of his gaze. Finally, he released her hands. One large palm swept down her arm and around her waist. He moved lower to firmly cup her ass and pulled her tightly against his hips locking them together where they were still joined. His other big hand slipped into the sweat-dampened hair at her nape. His thumb gently stroked her jaw. He angled her mouth to his while he latched onto her in a searing kiss.
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