Prologue

MERRICK

She glances at me from over her shoulder. Those green eyes of hers are holding me hostage. She’s fucking gorgeous. But even looking at her from afar is dangerous. I’m here for work, not for a quick fuck.

Although, I don’t think a fuck with her would be quick in any capacity. I want to take my time. I want to taste, touch, feel. I’m ready to use all of my senses on her body. Biting my bottom lip, I tear my focus from her and return to my job.

I’m here to get measurements for this security system they’ve hired my company for. I’m not here to get my dick wet. That’s what I inwardly repeat to myself over and over. It doesn’t work. Because honest to fuck, my gaze keeps sliding over to this fucking creature sitting across the room from me.

Granted, she’s minding her own goddamn business, she hasn’t said a single word to me, but fuck—I want her.

Control is the most critical thing in my life.

I pride myself on my ability to keep a hold on that control. All of us are. Every single man that I own Securus with. Our early years were full of chaos, and we have made it a point never to have that in our lives—nobody will ever have any kind of power over me, over us, again.

The girl stands, and I watch her skirt sway with each move of her hips. I want to slip my hand beneath that skirt and feel her round ass with my fingers—I want to drag them down her soft skin.

Shaking my head, I look down at my iPad in an attempt to focus on something other than her body… my body… our bodies.

I’m not sure how long I attempt to gain control of my focus, but when a glass of water is set down in front of me, I drag my gaze up to meet the green eyes that I’ve been trying so hard to push out of my mind.

Fuck.