Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
My thighs tremble violently as the fiery, tingling sensation between my legs spreads to my core. I’m already on the verge of climax. I’ve been waiting for my man to come home all day, and I’ve been thinking about this for hours.
It’s time to tell him.
I can’t prepare him any more than I already have.
“Taylor,” I mewl, my heart ready to explode from within my chest. “I want to go off birth control for you. I want you to put a baby inside me.”
There. I’ve thrown down the metaphorical gauntlet. I close my eyes and focus on not coming until he’s given me his response.
He pauses his thrusts, but I swear I feel him grow even thicker. I’m being stretched beyond anything I’ve ever felt before. My legs are burning as I hold myself up, bursting with anticipation.
Taylor is silent.
Oh, God. Have I said the wrong thing?
But then, he leans closer and traces my bottom lip with his tongue. “Now you’re speaking my language, sweetheart.”
Taylor’s voice fixes everything, and I immediately go off. My entire body convulses as an orgasm rocks me like an earthquake. Taylor explodes inside me, coating me with his warm and sticky seed. I gently close my teeth against the base of his neck and rock with him, giving myself over to the mutual ecstasy of our shared moment.
I didn’t ruin us. Thank God.
“Go off the pill,” he growls, rutting the last of his spend into my hole. He presses his palm against my belly and lets his lips graze gently against mine. “I can’t wait to see this grow as my child grows.”
I’m mesmerized by his words. I can’t believe a man like Taylor works construction when he could make a fortune as a writer. He moves his hand up to my breast and squeezes. “And these too, of course.”
We both laugh. Our mouths tangle with each other as we passionately kiss, hungrily, his strong fingers threading through my hair as he grips me tight, signaling his complete ownership over me as a woman.
“You’re so strong, Daddy,” I whimper, so aware of my size compared to his. “I love how small you make me feel.”
Taylor simply smiles. I pull back and force him to look at me. Again, I can’t explain what I see in his eyes, but I’m convinced there’s something there.
“Taylor. Are you sure you’re all right? Did something happen at work today? Was someone injured?”
“No, sweetheart.” He shakes his head. “I’m fine.”
“You’d tell me, right? You wouldn’t just lie to protect me or something.”
Again, a pause. “I would tell you if something happened at work, baby. Maybe I’m just tired.”
“I see…”
He hungrily grabs my ass and squeezes, hard enough to cause me to squeal. “Tired because I have an insatiable girl who constantly wants to ride my hard cock!”
I burst out into a fit of giggles and wrap my arms around his strong neck as the warm water showers down onto us. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why it sounded like I doubted you. I know you wouldn’t lie to me.”
“Of course not,” Taylor replies, gracing my neck with his lips, sending a wonderful shiver through me. “I could never lie to you, sweet thing.”
6
TAYLOR
A black site. Secret detention centers operated across the world by the CIA where people who have yet to be charged with a crime can be held and interrogated. The agency operates two such sites here in Texas, and I’ve been summoned to one today.
“He’s a low-level smuggler,” Neal explains as he opens the steel door and I follow him into the tiny cell-like room. “Apprehended bringing a shipment of drugs over the border. Along with two trucks of women.”
“Human trafficking?”
Neal nods. “Real charmer, this one.”
I’ve dealt with guys like this plenty of times throughout my career. Worse men too. I’ve always managed to handle it just fine. Just part of the job. But now as I stare at the man zip-tied to the chair, I feel my insides twist into knots. Something’s changed now, and I know what it is.
Layla.
This son of a bitch works for her uncle, Pablo, and when I think of those women who were being smuggled in those trucks against their will, I feel a more personal connection to their situation and feel sick to my stomach.
Before Layla, this was just one of many such moments. They’d never resonate emotionally with me because of how disconnected from the world I was. But now I’m in love. Now I can’t help but think of how terrified those poor women must be. Of all the husbands, fathers, brothers, boyfriends, uncles, who are worried sick for them, and how helpless they must feel, knowing that they can’t stand up to the cartels.
Well, that’s where we come in.
“You break him yet?” I ask.
Neal sighs and shakes his head. “Hasn’t said a word. Guess he thinks his boss will be harder on him than we will if he talks.”