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bellowed. “Ms. White! Get me the file on the Ford Street property.”

After several minutes of Phillip standing with his back to them

agitatedly tapping his foot, Ms. White approached him with the file.

He snatched it out of her hands and proceeded to slam the door in the

poor, flustered woman’s face. Spinning in place, he slammed the

folder on the large, polished oak table. Throwing himself into a chair,

he sighed heavily.

Picking the file up off the table, James glared at him. “Do you

really feel it necessary to act like that?”

Phillip snorted arrogantly as a wide smile appeared on his face.

“Wow! No wonder Rainne thinks you’re such a tool.” He laughed

quietly.

Leaning forward and placing his elbows on the desk, he said,

“Rainne can think whatever she likes because once I get my hands on

that unpolished cow, she’ll know who runs the show. I don’t need my

women to think. Rainne rarely does that anyway.” He rolled his eyes

in disdain.

James handed the file to Alton and lunged at Phillip again, this

time grabbing him by the throat. He lifted him out of the chair and

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bashed him against the wall. The sound radiated around the room like

a blast. “You come near Rainne again, and it will be the last action

you ever perform,” James hissed in his face.

“You’re choking me!” Phillip’s words were barely audible.

“I’ll do more than that if I ever see you lay a hand on her again.

Stay away from her!” An animalistic growl resonated from James’s

chest as he uttered the threat. Releasing him, James stepped back as

Phillip hit the floor gagging and coughing.

Slowly composing himself, Phillip’s face twisted, and a sinister

laugh filled the room. “I own that bitch! She’s already been promised

to me by her mother. She’s mine!” he yelled.

“You can’t stand her! Why are you fighting so hard?” James

couldn’t comprehend.

“I’d never turn down what was mine! This company, the money,

and Rainne. They all belong to me. I intend to collect. As soon as you

and your men finish this job, I can get on with my plan to marry her.”

James felt like he was drowning in fury. He’d be damned if

Rainne would marry this insignificant piece of shit. “She’ll never

marry you, Phillip. She’s made it very clear to me she wants nothing

to do with you, this company, or her mother’s money.”

“Oh, she’ll come around. Carol can be very persuasive.” There he

went with that evil grin again. James was thinking he needed a

mustache to twirl.

His eyebrows arched sarcastically. “Right. You’ll get this back

when we’re finished.” Taking the file from Alton’s hands, the team

stalked out of the room. If he stayed here another second, Rainne

would never have to worry about Phillip again…He would be dead.

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Chapter 11

After the band left, Rainne was compelled to clean the warehouse.

It wasn’t terribly messy, but it needed a good once-over. Turning on

the flat screen, she put in a DVD of It’s a Wonderful Life. It was her

favorite old movie. She listened to it in the background while she

straightened. She made sure all the beds had clean sheets on them for

the guys in case they decided to sleep there. Preheating the oven to

350 degrees, she threw in a frozen dish of chicken parmesan and got

out the plates. Moving towards the bathroom, she checked the towels

and toiletries in stock. Since the place seemed ready for company, she

decided to take a shower.

Rainne made her way towards the chest of drawers in the bedroom

after her shower. They all had their own drawers filled with clothes.

She chose her black boxer shorts with a camouflage T-shirt. Getting a

glass of water, she sat to watch the rest of the movie until the chicken was done. After making sure the oven and television were turned off,

she covered the dish with foil and headed to bed.

* * * *

Walking into the warehouse, the team set down their gear.

Noticing the food on the counter, James figured they’d put their stuff

away later. Making his way to one of the back rooms to find Rainne,

he was stopped by Alton.

“Are we crashing here tonight?” he asked, his mouth full of

chicken.

“Well, it’s in here or on the bus.” James didn’t turn to face him.

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“Cool.” He could hear the smile in Alton’s voice.

Opening the door to the first room, the anticipation James felt

welling up in his chest was instantly squelched when he didn’t see

her. Closing the door, he strolled back across the room to the other

end. “You all are sleeping in that room.” Pointing in the direction

he’d just come from, ignoring the knowing snickers from his men,

James opened the door, instantly wanting to howl in victory.

She was sprawled out on the bed, her face relaxed, her breathing

even. He crept closer. Taking his boots off, he unbuttoned his pants,

pausing as she shifted slightly. He examined her face. He’d never get

over how innocent she appeared. She was easily the most innocent

woman he’d ever been with. It made him burn. Her innocence

inflamed him. He wanted to teach her everything. He wanted to touch

her everywhere, do things to her he’d never dreamed of doing with

anyone. Removing the rest of his clothes and slipping into bed beside

her, he stilled as a small whimper passed her lips.

He had all intentions of cuddling up next to her and sleeping, until

that sound escaped. His cock was rioting to hammer into her. Peeling

back the covers, he moved between her legs. Slowly stripping down

her boxer shorts, he couldn’t help but smile at the camouflage T-shirt

she wore. As he threw the cloth to the floor, he marveled at how wet

she was and how much harder he got witnessing the sight.

He lowered his head and proceeded to stroke her womanly folds

softly with his tongue. She reminded him of the sweetest ice cream

he’d ever had. It made him want to devour her as such.

A cry pierced the air as her hips jerked.

He felt her trying to move away from him. He didn’t think so. His

broad hands came around her hips, and he held her firmly in place. He

wanted to let her know who was in charge. He needed her to relax. It

was all he could do to keep his control in check. Spearing his tongue

into her tight channel, her body tensed.

She let out another scream as her juices spilled into his mouth.

He ate at her frantically, prolonging her orgasm.

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She was shivering uncontrollably.

He couldn’t take it anymore. Hovering above her, with his hands

on either side of her head, her eyes met his. Wide with surprise and

innocence, she bit her lip. “God, you taste so good.”

* * * *

She couldn’t do anything but whimper at his declaration. Her

voice always seemed to escape her when James touched her. She

pivoted her hips towards him unconsciously. She had never been so

aroused. It frightened her. Every cell in her body was alive and

anxious for his next move. One lick and she was his. She would have

been embarrassed if she hadn’t been busy clamoring for more.

His mouth was ravenous as he leaned down to her neck. With

James biting and suckling her, she gripped his waist. He weighed his

body onto hers, pressing her into the mattress as he rubbed the length

of his shaft against the moist folds of her pussy. He captured her

hands, moving them above her head, enslaving them in one of his, and

tangling the other hand into her hair as he held her in place.

“You’re not going anywhere, little girl.” Kissing her deeply,

Rainne slowly melted under him, wrapping her legs around his hips.

Rainne broke away from the kiss, continuing it down his jawline.

“I want you in my mouth,” she whispered breathlessly.

James rolled, and in one fluid movement Rainne was lying on top

of him. He released her hands as she traveled down his rock-hard

chest, planting kisses and bites as she went.

Rainne went slowly as she ravaged his body. She couldn’t help it.

He tasted so good. She never knew she could be so hungry for the

taste of a man. As she came between his thighs, she froze. He was so

huge. His shaft was long and so thick. It amazed her how thick. She

wasn’t sure she could fit it all into her mouth. She’d never done oral

before, so she wasn’t sure where to start.

Poking her tongue out, she slowly licked his balls in an ice cream

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cone fashion. He flinched, and she heard the low groan escape his

chest. Trying not to smile, she continued up his shaft to the bulbous

head. She could feel every vein in his cock with her tongue. His hands

tangled in her hair as she enclosed her mouth around the head of his

dick. She moved her tongue in circles, tasting the drops of pre-cum

that came to her. She could feel her own juices drip down to soak her

thighs as she suckled him.

* * * *

James didn’t think he would survive. It was all he could do not to

blow his load down her throat. It was obvious she’d never done this

before, but that just made it hotter. He bucked his hips and pushed his

way to the back of her throat. The moan she uttered nearly had him

undone. Her tongue swiped in a back and forth motion down his shaft,

lapping at him.

Sitting up, he pulled her hair so she could face him. Her face was

crimson, and she was licking her lips. “I want some more,” she

whispered.

“Oh, baby, you keep that up and I’m a goner.” Moving his hands

to her waist, he gingerly positioned her to her stomach, balancing his

weight on his elbow. Reaching around the front of her torso, he

milked her clit with his thumb and index finger. She was sopping wet

for him.

“God! James!”

“You want that cock, baby?” he asked her in a low, seductive

voice.

“Yes! James, please! Yes!” She was panting frantically.

Opening her thighs with his, he gripped the shaft of his cock and

slowly eased it into her.

She whimpered. Raising her hips, she bucked, trying to take more

of his girth.

He sank himself into her until he was buried balls deep. Stretching

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her, he felt every muscle strain against him as she cried out beneath

him. Slowly, he moved. He didn’t want to rip her open, she was so

tight. Too tight.

He could feel her pussy relax around him, getting wetter. “You’re

so close, baby.”

“James!” she cried. “Please! Fuck me! I can’t take it!”

James grasped her hips and pulled them both up onto their knees,

never pulling free from her grip. He pushed her shoulders down to the

mattress. “Just relax, baby. I’ve got you.” He pulled back, almost

exiting her channel, and slammed into her.

Her pussy strangled his shaft, feeling her tighten up around him.

He licked the pad of his thumb and slowly circled the tight muscle of

her anus. She stilled for a moment. James reveled in the moan that

drifted through the air. He felt her juices dripping down, soaking his

balls. “Good girl. Come for me, baby.”

She pushed against him, taking him deeper inside her, and cried

out.

James lost his mind. He stretched her anus with first one finger,

then another. Her muscles were milking his digits. Her low moans

quickly turned into screams of pleasure as she tightened around him.

James felt Rainne’s orgasm rush over his strained cock and drip

down, drenching his thighs. Her body quaked. Before her tremors

subsided, James flipped her quickly to her back. He propped her ass

up on a pillow and pressed his thumb pad against her clit. Lifting her

legs to his shoulders, he ran the head of his huge cock over her pussy

and down over her virgin ass. Her eyes widened in surprise. “James!”

she cried.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay.” He pressed hard on both her clit and the

untried muscles of her ass. Rainne screamed out as he nudged the

head of his dick inside her and stilled. “Fuck, baby.” The words

strangled through his lips. He inched his way in, fighting the need

take her. Hard. When he was buried inside her, overflowing her, he

froze. He wasn’t going to last but a minute like this if he moved.

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She was panting feverishly. He held her hips still when she tried

to buck against him. “Baby, I’m so close! Please!” she pleaded.

James moved back casually as he groaned her name. When she

came, it was like an explosion. She held on to his forearms and

screamed through it.

James felt her tighten once more, and he lost all control. He

pumped inside her vigorously and filled her with his seed. It seemed

never ending. Sweat pouring down his face, he was only vaguely

aware of his own shout mingling with hers.

Still buried inside her tender hole, he covered her body with his

own. Capturing her lips in a kiss, he cupped her head with his broad

hands. Breaking the kiss, he moved slowly down her jawline,