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  1. Rebel
  2. Dedication
  3. Also By Helen Hardt
  4. Book Description
  5. Praise For Helen Hardt
  6. Warning
  7. Rock
  8. Lacey
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  62. Epilogue
  63. A Note From Helen
  64. Acknowledgments
  65. About the Author

She gasped as I pushed into her perfect heat. God, she felt good. Every inch of her pussy sucked around me, took me in, like a perfect glove. “No condom, Lacey. I can feel every part of you. Just like before. Never a condom with you.”

“Yes, yes,” she sighed.

I’d wanted to suck on her sweet tits, lick that gorgeous plump pussy between her legs, touch every part of her silky body…

And I’d do that.

But right now, I needed immediate satiation. She’d stopped me before, with a good reason. I was never unsafe. Never…

But God, with her…I wanted to be inside with no barriers.

And it felt fucking great.

I drove into her again and again—her moans fueling me, my own lust fueling me—until I was damned near on the edge.

“I want you to come, baby. Come for me.”

As if in reaction to my command, she exploded around me, her pussy pulsing against my cock—all it took to drive me over the edge and empty my load into her.

No barrier. Into her body.

An orgasm so complete, so satisfying… I’d never experienced anything like it.

Of course, it was because I wasn’t using a condom. I wasn’t used to going in bare. It had nothing to do with Lacey or how fucking hot she was.

I knew that.

But I didn’t care. I savored it. Kept myself embedded in her sweet body until she’d milked every last drop out of me.

And then I still stayed there.

A few moments later, she squirmed beneath me.

I moved off of her, turning and lying face up on the king-sized bed, one arm over my forehead, breathing rapidly.

She turned to face me. “That was amazing.”

“Baby? Amazing doesn’t even begin to describe what just happened here.”

Then her stomach growled. Her cheeks reddened. She was embarrassed, but I thought it was adorable.

“You hungry?”

“Sorry. Yeah, I guess I am. I haven’t eaten since lunch, and now it’s”—she checked her watch—“after six.”

“I guess I should feed you, then.” I sat up. “Let’s see what room service has to offer.”

“Really, it’s okay.”

“Hell, it’s on my father.” I stood, yanking up my boxers and jeans, and grabbed the room service menu from the desk. Then I laughed. “I guess it’s on me, now. Wow.” I still couldn’t believe the bastard had done this. Put me in charge of his billion dollar enterprise.

I wouldn’t get used to this for quite some time. I was far from happy with the situation. Just because I’d agreed to it didn’t mean I’d like it.

“Hey,” I said to Lacey, still holding the menu. “How long do I have to be my father’s indentured servant? The terms of that will can’t last forever, can they?”