Ace Heart has always been the bad boy. Women have fallen at his feet, begging for him, but he has only ever wanted one girl. Throughout high school, he watched her from afar but never got close. His time to claim her as his own passed, and she moved away. Three years ago, though, she came back, and she’s now working for him. He can’t hold back any longer. It’s been too long, and he intends to claim this curvy woman for himself.
All of her life Trixie Dean has done what her parents wanted. She was the model student, the perfect daughter. But when her parents tried to get her to marry their “perfect guy”, everything fell apart. Trixie wanted to do something for herself. She started with getting a tattoo, and one thing led to another, until finally, she got the job working for Ace Heart.
Ace wants to claim Trixie for his own, and Trixie wants to belong to him in every single way that counts. Can she fight off the demons of her past, or will she be forever lonely? Can Ace prove to her that his curvy woman is worth fighting for?
His cock was going to blow inside his pants.
“Tell me what you want,” he said. “I want to know.”
She hesitated. “I love my job.”
“Your job is staying right where it is. This has nothing to do with that. Just tell me what you want, what you need.”
There was only a small space between them, and he hoped that someone was watching down on him and that Trixie wanted the exact same thing as he did.
“I want you, Ace. I want you to kiss me, and…”
“Tell me, Trixie. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me,” she finally said after so many seconds had passed.
Sinking his fingers into her hair, he pulled her close, and slammed his lips down on hers. After she ran from him, he couldn’t wait another second in tasting her.
Sliding his tongue inside her mouth, he deepened the kiss. Trixie held onto him, and he ignored the pain as his hand scraped the brick wall when he pressed her against it.
“You’re coming home with me. Don’t argue with me. For once do something you want to do.”
“What about the morning?” she asked.
“Who gives a fuck about what happens in the morning? Let’s have tonight.” He would deal with tomorrow morning when it arrived, just like he’d deal with the next, and the next. It was what he’d been doing for a long time.