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I have a sudden irrational urge to pull out, rip it off, and sink back into her so I can see my cum spilling out of her when I’m done.
You might be with Paul, but I have no doubt you’ll be thinking about me the next time you fuck yourself with your fingers.”
“You didn’t need to intervene. I had it handled.” There’s a stubborn tilt to her chin. “I’m sure you did, but this is my club and we don’t tolerate harassment.” “And I guess all cases of harassment get personal attention from the owner?”
“Aren’t you going to . . . uh, clean up?” Her eyes flick to my mouth, then my hand. I smirk. “When Paul comes in, I want the hand he shakes to be covered in you.”
The truth is, I didn’t have a good reason for giving her my personal card to use, except that the idea of her wearing a dress I bought for her, even if she’s not aware of it, appeals a little too much.
He raises the bottle to his lips and tips it up, the strong column of his throat moving as he drinks most of the remaining wine inside it. His arm slides under my back and tugs me upright, holding the bottle to my lips. “You taste fucking divine,” he says.
God, this fucking woman. She’s not letting my mother intimidate her for a second. She’s not pandering to her or trying to win favor. She’s not ashamed of her upbringing. She’s proud of who she is, where she comes from, and who she loves. Her defiance is a refreshing change from the status-obsessed world I come from.
“There’ll be an us in my heart forever, Delilah. Even if there isn’t in yours anymore. I’m not leaving until I’ve done everything in my power to convince you that you’ll never have to give anyone else a second chance again. I’ll be the last chance you’ll ever need to take.”
“Oh, Cole. I’m back here, honey.” I pause at the term of endearment. Sure, I’ve had women call me that before, when they were trying to be cute or seductive, and it never did a thing for me. But hearing it from Delilah’s mom, spoken with an undercurrent of what seems to be genuine affection, tightens my chest.
“Delilah, I will never let you go again. It’s not an option for me. Before you, my life was empty—I was empty—and I didn’t even know it. I can’t go back to that. I won’t. And I’m not just saying that because I need you to forgive me and love me again. I mean it. I will always mean it. I won’t let anything come between us. Not money, not my company, nothing. You are the most important thing to me. You’ve changed everything, and I can’t imagine going back to the way I was before, thinking wealth and power were enough to make me happy. It’s you, Delilah. You’re what makes me happy.”
