"Rod, go get your dick sucked and calm down." I wave him out of the office.

"It wasn't that bad," Brick shrugs, poking the straw in and out of his cup, making it squeak. "She had fun, I guess."

"Yeah, I fucking bet she did," I say, swiping through the credit card charges on my phone.

Rod huffs and stomps down the hallway. Pushing off the desk, I realize that I'm done for the day too. It's Friday, after 5 pm, and business can wait.

Drugs were once our primary source of income. Weapons too. However, as it turns out, the stock market is a legal and lucrative business. We've made money fast. Now we're slowly pulling out of the trade and investing in the long game.

We own a lot of Tampa real estate. Between Brick, Rod, and myself we probably own half the city. A little known fact, and we intend to keep it that way. Tugging back my hair, I shoot a glance at Brick. "You good?"

"Yeah man," he says unconvincingly.

He's my cousin, business partner, right hand, and best friend since birth. I know this guy. He knows me. "What is it?" I bite.

He shrugs and slurps his fucking lemonade. "What's your plan?"

I raise my brows. What fucking plan?

"The girl. What are you gonna do with her? Keep her locked in here like some beauty in the beast shit?"

"This ain't a fucking Disney movie, Brick. What do you mean what am I gonna do with her? She's a payment. I own her."

My room is the lowest level of the compound. The house has been carved into the hillside. My suite is a walkout basement.

Chef is in the kitchen, making meals for whoever wants them. And I can already hear bikes rumbling outside. This place is abuzz 24/7. People are always coming and going. The chaotic energy is equally motivating and draining.

Before I step through my bedroom door, I can smell it. Fresh fruit. Like peaches and tangerines. Sweet.

As I step inside, I see nothing but shopping bags. They cover the bed and spill over onto the floor. Now, I understand the charges. This girl bought the whole damn mall.

At first, I don't think she's in here. But then I spot her. Like a tiny angel, she's curled up on the bed, barricaded by her purchases.

Her damp hair clings to her back and she's got on new pajamas. She hasn't even bothered taking the tags off, let alone washing them. The scent of citrus hovers over her. She must have bought some kind of shower gel.

Gently moving the bags out of the way, I crawl into bed next to her. Pulling her chest flush to mine, I nuzzle into her neck and inhale the delicious scent. Her soft breaths smell like mint and her skin is like a peach pie.

"Mmm," she says, sleepily, digging herself deeper into me.

My knee nudges her thighs apart and she wiggles against it, ever so slightly. My little pixie has a bad streak it seems. I lace my finger into her hair, tucking my hand behind her ear so I can rub my thumb over her lips. She murmurs something and rolls her hips softly against my knee.

Her eyes flash open and she gasps.

"What are you doing?" she stammers but doesn't pull away.

"Coming to get what I paid for," I say mildly.

"What?" she gasps.

"Seems like you had fun today. Maybe I want to have some fun," I say, pressing my forehead to hers. I can feel her hot core melting against my thigh. Pushing my leg up higher, she gasps a little and involuntarily rocks her hips. Taking her hand, I press it between us, letting her feel how hard she makes me.

"That's it baby," I close my eyes when she squeezes me through my jeans.

Her hands fumble with my button and zipper. Rolling us over, I get her on top of me and lift her sleep shirt over her head. Perfect breasts bounce out. White from her bikini top, surrounded by golden tanned skin. Her nipples are dark, and pebbled, and perfect for sucking. After I get my own shirt off, I pull her down to me sliding my tongue over her gorgeous tits.

She lets out a little whimper when I bite down and grinds herself over my cock. "You were a good girl today," I say, swirling my tongue around her nipple. "Why don't you show me how good you can be?"

She nods and slides down the length of my body. I lift my hips and my pants and boxers are off in one swift motion. Her sweet little mouth kisses the tip of my head and she presses her lips down the length of my shaft. When she reaches my balls she takes them in her mouth and I have to reach down and fist my own cock because the sensation is too good not to.

"Just like that, baby," I say, pumping my dick. Her big green eyes look up at me and it's like looking at the gates of Heaven.

My fingers slide through her damp hair and I pull her up to work on my shaft. She takes as much of me as she can, slowly working it down her throat. As she moves in a steady rhythm, my breath becomes more labored as I realize I'm about to come.

She knows it too, because she pulls back and uses two hands to drain my cock. In thick streams, I coat her perfect tits. She looks down, like she's satisfied with a job well done.

I'm about to tell her to lay down so I can return the favor. Tasting that sweet pussy is high on my to-do list tonight. But she scurries off to the bathroom before I have a chance.