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I get to have her every night. I watched her put the dress on and will be taking her out of it tonight. I’m hard up like I’ve never had a taste of her. Hell, I’ve feasted on her every day and I never get full. I really can’t blame the guy, but I’ll make his face meet the table if he does it again.

I lean in and kiss her mouth. She deepens the kiss and digs her fingers into my suit. When I pull away she’s breathless, her lips pouty and pink. “This dinner looks terrible,” she says against my mouth.

“I’ll feed you when we get home.” I’m going to do more than feed her when we got home, but she knows that.

“We are in a hotel.” She glances around. We are. The event is being held in a banquet room here. The place is nice, but the food sucks. She bites her lip for a second. “Let’s get a room and order Chinese food.” My mind flashes to that first night when she was standing outside my door holding a big bag of Chinese food. All the things I wanted to do to her. I thought I couldn't have her. I don’t want to even think about what would’ve happened if she hadn’t come to talk to me.

My already hard cock starts to ache at the brilliant idea. I’m happy she wants to get out of here, too. Teeny’s mom doesn’t expect us to be home for hours. My wife will be all mine. “You could show me all the dirty things you wanted to do to me that first night I knocked on your door. Except now you can because you know I can handle it.” I’m out of my chair.

Yeah, I know my wife can handle it. I’m a thick man, but her little body was made for me. She laughs as we make quick exit. I can’t help but wink at Fuckface when I pull my wife from the room.

She’s mine. We might not look like we fit together, but we do. We’re a perfect match. I make quick work of getting us a room.

“I’ll order,” I say as I push open the door to the room. My little wife climbs me like a tree.

“Later. We have all night.” She kisses me, and I drop my phone, not giving a shit about it. The door closes behind us. I press her to the wall, not wasting any time as I reach under her dress and pull her panties from her body with a tug. In one quick motion I get myself free and thrust deep inside her.

“Perfect,” she moans. It is perfect. A perfect fit.



THE END!





Holding His Forever

by

Alexa Riley





Derek aka Phoenix is a New York City firefighter and has dedicated his life to saving people. When he loses two of his men in the line of duty, he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to see the light again.

However, when an angel in the form of a woman named Fia appears before him, his world as he knows it is turned upside down.

Fia has been working hard to make money so she can finish her last semester of school. A fire in her building sets her back to square one, but the fireman who saves her turns out to be more than she ever expected.

Once he gets his arms around her, there’s no letting go. Because when you’ve got your forever in your arms, nothing else matters.

Warning: This is hot and fast insta-love that ignites the pages. It’s burning heat that combusts into an inferno of lava. Okay, that’s all the fire words I could come up with. Now insert a pun about a big hose. It’s quick, dirty, and ridiculously over the top.





Chapter 1





Fia





“You finish your shit, Fia?”

Sam’s gravelly voice from years of smoking barks from behind me as I hang up the phone in his back office. A mixture of annoyance and relief fills me. I really didn’t want to have to cover Kim’s shift at the women’s shelter tonight and was thankful she was able to make it in. I would have done it if they needed me; I’d do anything for that place. But I’m dead on my feet as it is. I’ve been on my feet for the past twelve hours and haven’t slept in over twenty-four, and it would be my luck that if I went back to the shelter, it would be a busy night.

“Already clocked out.” I turn to look at Sam, whose eyes are trained on my ass. He slowly pulls them up to my face as a smirk plays at his lips, showing off his yellow-tinted teeth, not a care that he’s openly running his eyes over my body. Sadly, I’ve become used to it. It still creeps me out, but he’s never tried anything.

Or maybe my luck is about to change, I think, as he shuts the door to his office, trapping me in. The door is always open. The waitresses here at Moe’s always keep our stuff stored back here, where we clock in and out for our shifts.

“You think about my offer?” He cocks his head to the side like he’s giving me the world, not a management position at the diner. I’d stay later after waiting tables and help with paperwork and orders and get a raise, but I think Sam has a few more strings he wants to add to the position - things I want no part of. I’ve turned down the offer twice now, but he keeps telling me to think on it.

Normally I just mumble a, “no, thanks,” on my way out the door, but now it’s closed and I’m trapped. Trapped with a man twice my age, maybe even pushing three times my age. It’s hard to tell with his shaved head. He’s double my size, and I don’t mean in muscle or height. No, there’s a lot of gut on old Sam.

“I really don’t have the time.” I tell him the same thing I’ve said every time it’s been brought up. At least, not without giving up my shifts at the shelter, and that’s not something I’m willing to do, even if the pay is way worse over there. I love that shelter. I owe them so much after what they did for my mother and me. I’m just thankful they pay me at all, because I would do it for free. I hope that one day I can do it for free, but at the moment that just isn’t possible if I want to keep a roof over my head and food on my plate.