Angel Falling (Falling #1)(8)

My angel’s eyes turned harsh. “Look, Hank, you want to get well, right? I want to get you well. The best way for me to ensure that you’re going to heal and not sue me for damages is to have you close by.” Her intent was confirmed. Everything was always about money. “The project was going to run for another eight weeks, right?”

I nodded.

“So, you’ll stay at my place for the next eight weeks. I will have a nurse at your beck and call, a physical therapist scheduled to suit your medical needs, and in the interim,” she took a deep breath, “I’ll have peace of mind knowing that I’ve done everything I could. You saved my life. I need to pay back that debt. If you won’t accept my money, please accept my offer to help.” Okay, maybe she did care about more than her wallet.

The woman drove a hard bargain and was a damn good negotiator.

“Alright, Angel.” A beautiful blush covered her cheeks and crept down her neck. I wondered where else she blushes. I was going to have a damn good time finding out. Before long, this woman was going to be wrapped around my little finger. I’d prefer her wrapped around my dick but that could take a little time. She was wound tighter than a drum. Always in control.

I wanted to see my pretty angel lose it. “I’ll agree to stay with you until I feel well enough to move about and go back to the job site.”

Her smile was brighter than a shiny new penny and it made me happy to have put it there. “Good. Thank you, Hank. You won’t regret it.”

***

I was emotionally and physically drained. After I said my goodbyes to Hank, I spoke with Legal about his prognosis. The firm was not happy with the terms we agreed upon. They were going to draw together something more official tomorrow. They didn’t believe it was possible for a human being to be so altruistic. Hell, I wasn’t so sure I believed it either.

According to them, Hank was going to come off his drugs and realize how much I was worth and attempt to clean house. The accident occurred on my property, falling under the company’s liability insurance. Technically Hank could take me for a pretty penny if he wanted to. And I’d pay for the sole purpose of repaying him for the gift of my life.

Hank. The man was infuriating. If he would have just taken a settlement we’d all feel better. He could go back home a rich man and I could go back to … back to what? Models? Actors? More pretty faces than I could stomach? Everyone wrapped in plastic.

Don’t get me wrong. I loved my job. Building my empire was a dream and I’d accomplished it. I was at the top of my game, with more money than I’d ever need in my lifetime.

Then there was Hank. He had a ranch in Texas, a white Ford pickup truck, and a small construction firm that scored my project by bidding tens of thousands under what my team would have paid. A man that seemed perfectly comfortable in his own skin. Oh, and what scrumptious looking skin it was.

Seeing all that bare male flesh got my blood thrumming and my knees weak. It had been ages since I’d had such a virile man around. The men I’d dated were always high society. Ivy League, big in business and lousy in bed. My pleasure was of little concern as long as they got off. Hank looked like a man who knew how to please a woman.

I slumped down into the comfort of my puffy couch. The penthouse was quiet; all the staff besides my chef Gustav had left for the evening.

Again my thoughts were brought back to Hank. He wanted to date me. It reeked of a bad afterschool special on Lifetime television. The story as old as time. It hadn’t changed much since Shakespeare wrote his version in Romeo and Juliet. Doomed from the start.

It wasn’t possible that we had much in common. I could see our first date now. He’d be in jeans, work boots, and a white T-shirt that stretched across that broad chest, outlining every thick ripple of muscle.

My hand slowly traveled down my abdomen, past my shirt, and over my slacks as I fantasized. Hank’s ass would fill his jeans like a second skin. My hand reached its target between my legs, cupping and pressing down against the needy flesh. A gasp escaped as I leaned back on the couch and imagined it was Hank’s hand touching me, twirling his large fingers around my clit. He’d whisper in my ear, tell me how much he wanted to f*ck me.

I undid the button and zipper of my pants and slipped my hand under the lace panties. Cool fingers slid against the slick folds. I was surprisingly wet. Hank would remove my pants and dip his face down toward my center, licking and kissing my thighs, growling as he shredded my panties between his large hands.


My fingers pressed and swirled around the hard bundle of nerves at the apex of my pleasure as I imagined it. Dream Hank would spread me wide open. He’d hold my ass just where he wanted and lick me with one long swipe of his tongue, dipping into my sex over and over until I was screaming out in ecstasy.

The pressure built at my core, throbbed and tingled as I lifted my hips up and pressed deep inside with two fingers mimicking what I thought Hank would do. Several deep strokes, hips reaching high, I ended the torture with a few furious circles around my swollen clit.

“Hank!” I cried into the empty room, my orgasm ripping through me fast and furious.

I rubbed out the vestiges of my pleasure as Dream Hank fizzled and disappeared. Jesus, I hadn’t come that hard in a long time. Too long. So long that I was using a man who was all wrong for me as fodder for my masturbatory fantasies. Pathetic.

In the kitchen, I washed my hands, still dazed from my orgasm, my mind still focused on Dream Hank.