“I don’t stalk her.”

  “You watch her in her garden and it’s all innocent.”

  “Screw you,” he said, but he was smiling.

  He and Sean could do this. They could scream at each other, but they never allowed it to affect their friendship or the way they ran things. They didn’t allow the past to eat at them.

  “Verity and I spent most of our time studying. Every now and again, we’d help each other out. We’d have a few laughs, but other than that, nothing. Why? Does she want more?”

  “No. She just wanted me to tell you she said hi, and asked how you were doing.”

  “What’s going on, Hector?”

  He sighed.

  Verity would be around in ten minutes to get set up for dinner. So far, that was all they did together. Cook. He didn’t mind. He was happy for any excuse he could get to spend time with her, but in the process, he wanted things to develop.

  Around Verity, he lost his edge.

  He knew he was a dick to her back in the day, but that guy was long gone. There was no way he was going to hurt her, in any way.

  “I … like her,” Hector said, cringing as he spoke it aloud.

  “Right, and that’s a problem?”

  “How do you … you know, get a woman to realize that you … like her?”

  “You tell them? This is just a guess. Since when is the great Hector Carter afraid of women?”

  “I’m not afraid of women. I’m just used to them fawning all over me, and well, Verity doesn’t strike me as the begging kind.” He groaned. “Damn it. You know what, I want you to forget this whole conversation. I’m good. We’re good. I’m taking care of myself. I’m learning to cook, and I’m not under any kind of stress.”

  There was a knock at the door, letting him know Verity had arrived.

  “I’ve got to go.”

  “Wait, Hector—”

  He hung up, not wanting to have Sean on the phone while Verity was here. When it came to his neighbor, he was selfish and he wanted her all to himself, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit it.

  Opening the door, he saw Verity with Cutie in her arms.

  “Cutie wanted to come and say hello.”

  He held the dog in his arms, kissing the top of her head. Staring at Verity, he noted the wrap dress she wore. It crossed over her full tits and tied at the back. She always looked sexy in every single item she wore.

  So beautiful.

  Cutie wriggled in his arms, and he leaned down to put her on the floor.

  “Are you ready to cook?” she asked.

  In his mind, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. His cock liked that idea.

  This was bad.

  “Lead the way.”

  He didn’t know what was happening to him, but when it came to Verity, she was really messing with his head. What was worse, she didn’t even know it.

  “Did you use the tofu we marinated?” Verity asked.

  “No. You told me not to, and I wanted top points off the teach.”

  Verity laughed, opening his fridge. He loved how at home she seemed at his place. She hadn’t invited him over to hers, but then, she was teaching him how to cook.

  With an apron on, he moved in close beside her, taking a deep inhale.

  Vanilla. No matter what she cooked, he always got the scent of vanilla, and she made his mouth water.

  With how close he was, Verity kept bumping into him. They had only gotten the ingredients and the few saucepans out, but he just … he didn’t know what came over him, but he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

  He had to have her.

  “I’m sorry, but I’ve got to do this.” Without any other warning, he cupped her face, tilting her head back, and slammed his lips down on hers.

  Verity’s hands went to his arms, but she didn’t scratch or fight him off. At first, she was frozen, as if in shock, and then she came to life in his arms. She slid her arms around his neck, her fingers stroking into the hair at the base of his neck before she deepened the kiss.

  He glided his tongue across her full bottom lip, and she opened up to him. Plundering into her mouth, he heard her moan.

  Hector needed to feel all of her. Moving his hands from her face, down her body, grazing across her tits, and toward her ass, he gripped the flesh, drawing her close.

  She felt so good. The softness of her body was a fucking dream. One he didn’t want to let go off. She was so fucking beautiful. Heaven.

  Verity broke the kiss first. “What are we doing?”

  “Kissing.”

  “We shouldn’t?”

  “Why not? You want it. I know I want it. What’s wrong with kissing?” he asked. Her lips begged to be kissed.

  “This isn’t right. We shouldn’t be doing this. I’m your teacher.”

  “No, I’m not paying you. You’re not my teacher, Verity. If that’s the case, I quit right now. I don’t need to learn to cook.” He totally did, and he’d make sure she kept on teaching him, but right now, he had to keep kissing those sexy lips.

  Pulling her against him, he took possession of her mouth, and Verity moaned. He lifted her and placed her on the clean counter. He reached for the tie of her dress, releasing the knot, and slowly, the dress came apart, and he had never been so thankful for wrap dresses before in his life.

  Yes, fucking yes. Verity was a dream.

  The white lace she wore seemed almost virginal, but it was so perfect.

  He pressed kisses from her lips and down her neck, and then touched each perfect mound. Sliding his tongue over each rounded curve, he flicked the catch of her bra, and her tits spilled forward.

  So big.

  He loved her large nipples, and he took one in his mouth, sucking on the peak. Verity’s cries filled the air. He’d never heard anything so perfect before in all his life.

  Moving to the second breast, he flicked his tongue across each nipple, taking his time, and then he wanted to taste her. Hector kissed down her body, going toward her pussy. The panties were flimsy, and he wasn’t a patient man.

  He slid his fingers between the lace and tugged, tearing the panties from her body. She gasped, and he put his hands on her knees, sliding them open to see her pretty pussy. She had a small patch of hair around her entrance, and he lifted her legs so her feet were on the edge of the counter. The angle spread her open, and she was so fucking tempting. Running his hands down her knees toward her waist, he had to have a taste. With a flick of his tongue across her slit, he took the taste he wanted. One stroke over her clit, and she released a whimper. He smiled as he slid down toward her entrance and plunged inside her.

  Damn, this felt good.

  Verity in his arms, finally.

  He wanted to slam his dick so deep inside her, she’d never want him to leave.

  ****

  Verity had thought she’d misread the signals.

  One moment Hector seemed to want her, the next, he was distant, but now as his mouth was on her pussy, she knew she hadn’t gotten it wrong.

  With the way his tongue flicked over her pussy, there was no way she wanted him to stop. It felt too good to allow him to stop, even though she knew it was wrong to enjoy this. He used to be a bully. An asshole.

  All of a sudden, he lifted her, and Verity let out a squeal, having no choice but to wrap her legs around his waist, to hold on tight as he carried her toward his sitting room, only, he stopped.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “I’m not going to fuck you in my kitchen. Not the first time.”

  “Hector, I can walk.”

  “Not happening. You might run away.”

  She burst out laughing. “What are you talking about?”

  “I know what I just did. I broke the barrier of us just being friends, and I’m not going to allow you to freak out about that.”

  “You can’t stop me from freaking out.” She wasn’t freaking out. Nowhere close.

  Sex was sex.

  She wasn’t attracted to Hector back then, but she certainly was now, and well, as he carried her up to his bedroom, it had been too long for her.

  As he dropped her to the bed, she expected reality to set in. Only, it didn’t.

  He pressed her to the bed, kissing her neck and trailing his lips down her body, and she gasped with each touch. It felt so good.

  He nudged her thighs apart, and Verity wasn’t happy being the only one naked. Pushing his hands away, she got to her knees and slid across the bed. She reached for his shirt and tugged it up over his head.

  “If I’m naked, then you’re naked,” she said.

  Hector made no move to help as she tugged at his pants, getting them loose.

  “Do you like what you see?” he asked.

  She rolled her eyes, not playing along. Hector stepped away from her hands to kick his pants off. He wasn’t wearing any boxer briefs, and she looked her fill of him with his long, thick cock.

  She now understood why all the girls drove themselves crazy wanting this man.

  “Well?” he asked.

  “Yes, I like what I see.”

  “Good.” He knelt on the bed and Verity slid back. Hector followed her until she was lying against the pillows, and he surrounded her.

  She looked up at him, desperate and waiting. “What are you going to do?” she asked.

  Her heart raced, and there was a pulse between her thighs. She wanted to feel him, to touch him, to lose complete control.

  This was crazy. It wasn’t her. But she couldn’t stop it.

  She didn’t want to.

  She felt the hard ridge of his cock pressed between her thighs, and she let out a moan. Hector positioned himself so his length was between the lips of her pussy, and each thrust had him grazing across her clit. Each touch had her crying out, desperate for more.

  He growled. “You’re so wet for me.”

  She was soaked.

  Sliding her hands down his back, she squeezed his ass, and he grunted.

  His lips took hers once again, and the kiss melted her heart.

  Hector broke the kiss and moved between her legs. His hand disappearing between them, he wrapped his fingers around his length, and she felt the hard press of his dick at her entrance.

  She gasped.

  He was long, thick, and so hard.

  She whimpered, and Hector took his time, gliding into her an inch at a time. He slammed to the hilt inside her and held himself still. He was so hard.

  A small orgasm went off, and she saw the effect it had on Hector. It was like he struggled to control himself. He grabbed her hands and pressed them to either side of her head, holding her down, keeping her firmly in place.

  Hector lifted from her and pulled out until only the tip of him was inside her. Verity couldn’t deny herself the pleasure of watching, and so she glanced down to see him filling her. The full length of his cock was covered in her arousal.

  He thrust in hard and deep, fucking her hard, then slowing down, taking his time with the thrusts. He let her go to stroke her tits, cupping the mounds, and then, he stopped and held himself balls deep within her.

  Verity watched him.

  “Touch your pussy. Open it for me,” he said.

  She reached down, putting her fingers on her pussy and spreading the lips open.

  Hector pressed his thumb to her clit, and he stroked, rubbing back and forth. She had never been touched like this. Not with holding herself open or with a cock inside her. The sensations were all over, they didn’t stop. The pleasure drove her higher and higher.

  She screamed his name, not wanting him to stop, and as she came, he held himself still within her. He slowed down his strokes on her clit, and each touch was like a mini orgasm going off inside her pussy.

  Hector leaned right over her so their bodies were flush together. He cupped her face, kissed her hard, and then fucked her, taking her higher and higher.

  The aftershocks of her orgasm were still coursing through her. She didn’t think it was possible to come again, but that was exactly what she did as Hector took his pleasure. When he came, she was so shocked by the power of it. He held her tightly and kissed her throughout.

  As the pleasure began to subside, Verity groaned.

  “What is it?” Hector asked, making no move to get off her.

  “We didn’t use protection. I’m not on anything,” she said.

  “Shit, er, don’t worry about it.”

  “Don’t worry? Hector, you do know how babies are made, right?”

  He chuckled. “Yeah, I know how they’re made, but we can’t worry about it.”

  “This has never happened before,” she said. “I’m always careful and I’m clean.”

  “Me too. On both. Careful and clean.” He pushed some of her hair off her face. “I’ve been meaning to tell you, Verity, I like you.”

  “You do? I had no idea.” She smiled at him to let him know she was kidding.

  “I … I want to learn to cook, but it was a ruse. I wanted to spend time with you.”

  “Okay. Do you still want to learn to cook?” she asked.

  “Yeah, I want to learn, but more than anything, I want to be able to fuck you any chance I get.”

  She stroked his arm. “And you think I’m going to want to come back for seconds?”

  “I felt you, Verity. You like me, and your pussy certainly likes me.” As if to drill home his point, he thrust into her, and she gasped.

  There was no denying it. She did indeed like his dick. Hector was turning out to be not a bad guy either. So much for the drink thrown into his face.

  “Fine, so we’re learning to cook, and what, having some fun with it?” she asked.

  “Yeah. Unless you want to be … my girlfriend?”

  “I’m happy not to put any labels on it. I don’t plan to live here for long, and you said yourself, you’re only here for vacation. Let’s not, you know, make this difficult.” She nibbled on her lip.

  “You are a strange woman,” he said.

  “And why is that?”

  “I’m rich, you know that, right?”

  Verity laughed. “You are?”

  “Yeah, I’m known to be quite the bachelor, and there would be women falling all over themselves to be in your position right now.”

  Verity’s mouth went dry. She didn’t want to think about their little … accident. She had never been so stupid before.

  Admittedly, she’d been dating her previous boyfriends for some time before she had sex with them. She loved sex, no doubt about it, but she’d never had one-night stands. This with Hector was entirely new.

  She didn’t trust it.

  Sex like this fizzled out, and she had a horrible feeling she was going to get hurt at the end.

  Raising a child by herself was scary. Her mother had done it, and had warned her that even though she loved her, and she did, it wasn’t easy.

  She came here to write a cookbook, not to have a child.

  “I’m not like other women, I guess. I don’t want your money, Hector. If you are rich, that is.”

  “I am, trust me.”

  She didn’t know for sure. It wasn’t like she’d been checking up on him, trying to find out every single detail about him. She hadn’t. Her focus had been her work and fighting off her attraction to him.

  Verity had failed.

  She was in his bed.

  With his cum inside her.

  She was well and truly fucked.

  Chapter Five

  “Hector, this isn’t what I meant when I said I would teach you to cook,” Verity said.

  He lifted up from between her legs and then pressed a kiss to her stomach. “What? I’m learning.”

  “What could you possibly be learning?” she asked.

  “Simple. I’m learning what makes you tick. You see, your body is just waiting to be touched. I know the lightest little caress.” He stopped talking to stroke a path between the valley of her breasts, down toward her stomach. “And you love to have your body touched.” He pushed her legs open wider. “I can see how wet your pussy is, and I know you want my cock balls deep inside you.”

  It had been a couple of days since that first time, and they had used condoms. On his run, he’d stopped off at the pharmacy and got several boxes because one taste of Verity was never going to be enough for him.

  He was going to need more. A lot more.

  She was everything he wanted, and he craved her. No woman had ever made him feel this way. He was already addicted. The anticipation to see her and to be with her drove him crazy.

  Verity didn’t deny it, and he smiled as he ran his fingers through her soaking wet slit. “This is all mine,” he said. Pushing two fingers inside her, he started to stretch her out, preparing her to take his dick.

  The moans escaping from her lips filled the room, and he loved them. He didn’t want to stop her from loving this.

  Pushing his thumb right against her clit, he flicked back and forth, and as he did so, it seemed to set her off because she screamed his name and shook. Her pussy tightened around his fingers, and he knew he’d brought her to orgasm.

  He loved that his name was the first word on her lips as she came. So perfect.

  Pulling his fingers from her cunt, he sucked each digit one at a time until they were clean. She tasted so good.

  Hector moved over her so his hands were beside her head. “Put my dick inside of you,” he said.

  “You’re feeling all bossy today.”

  “I’ve got reason to be.” He kissed her lips. “Now, do you need me to order you to do it again?”

  Her face was flushed, but she surprised him by reaching down, grabbing his cock, and stroking the length.

  He was so big and so aroused.

  Verity placed him at her entrance, and he pushed forward, finding her hole. He thrust inside, going in deep, staring into her eyes as he did so.

  When his length was in over halfway, she let him go, and he felt her tightening around him. It was so perfect. Grabbing her hands, he pressed them to either side of her head, locking her into place and holding her down.

  Slow at first, he pulled out of her until only the head was inside. It was the only time he broke eye contact, and he watched as her precious cunt took his dick. She was such a beautiful sight.

 

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