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“You promise?” I bite my bottom lip. “Of course. Whatever you want. I’ll give you whatever you want.” He pants against my lips. “Please just…come on my dick right fucking now.”
“That’s it. Come on baby, I got you. Come for me.”
“I meant what I said.” He cups me between my legs and squeezes gently. “I better kiss these lips at some point tonight.”
I swear my fucking eye twitches.
This is going to be a shitshow.
“Interesting little game.” He pulls his hand out of his pocket and reveals two dice. He moves them around his hand, before giving me a sexy smirk. “I would imagine it’s more fun in…smaller parties.”
“Fuck me, Avery.” “Yes, yes please, let’s do that.”
“You were sitting on my face regardless. Now I’ll ask you again,”
“Now be a good girl, and put your pussy on my face.”
I’m thanked for my service by the most explosive orgasm leaking out of her and down my chin.
“Theo.” She gasps when I spread her cheeks and spit on her hole.
“So, what’s new with you!?” I’m sleeping with your ex-husband?
“Don’t be a tease, baby. Let me inside you.”
I do, however, take some comfort that he has more gray hair than I do.
“But the way you’re looking at me, it makes me think that Raegan may be left out of the loop.” Alright, time for Sherlock Holmes to go.
The feeling of my chair moving breaks my thoughts and I notice that Theo has dragged my stool closer to him so our thighs are almost touching.
“Avery,” he warns. “Mmm, yes, Daddy?”
“Whatever you want, baby.” Him. We want HIM, my entire body practically screams.
“Avery.” “Theo.” “I’m already fucking attached.”
“I don’t like being interrupted while I’m eating your pussy, Avery.”
I grab her thighs before raising her legs up towards her ears and I lean down to spit on her pussy.
“I can’t let you go,” I whisper against her and she gasps. “I don’t want you to.”
“You’re keeping me, Avery.”
“In another life, it would be so easy.” “In another life, I probably don’t live right next door, so maybe we would never cross paths,” she teases. “I’d find you in every lifetime.”
“Isn’t it eight in the morning there?” “You know it’s never too early to mind your business. What is the reason for this call?” He
I can spot some fuckery a mile away.
I laugh because my brother always says the things people think but don’t say out loud. He has no filter. Half the time it pisses people off and half the time it comes off as lovable; one hundred percent of the time, though, Bryan doesn’t care.
“Semantics! You know what I’m saying.” “Can you say something helpful?” “Call it off?”
Very fucking grateful for the interruption, I sit up. “Listen, thanks for nothing. I got to go, I’ll call you later.”
“You said we shouldn’t.” “I’m not good at listening to my own rules,” I tell her as I bring her so that she’s pressed directly against my dick.
“You should go before I bend you over my desk without a care as to who’s here.”
“Your little noises are going to be the death of me, Avery.”
“You going to climb on my dick and ride me?”
“You look so pretty like this. Squirming and panting in my lap. Fuck, you’re so gorgeous. We’re almost at the top. How close are you, baby?”
“You feel that? The power you have over my dick, Avery. Fuck. Just the thought of you makes me hard.”
“Come all over my fingers, baby.”
“Oh, that’s a good fucking girl, coming all over my hand.”
“Don’t deny me what’s mine, Theo Graham.”
“You are fucking mine, Avery,” he tells me as he lets my hair go. “Yes yes yes. Yours, Daddy.”
His eyes rake over me salaciously as he scratches his jaw and before I know it, I’m up against the door with his hard body pressed against mine. “You must want to get fucked.”
“All this talk, and I could have made you come already.”
“Mine.” He growls before sinking his teeth into my neck and biting down hard like he doesn’t care if he leaves a hickey I’ll have to explain.
“Are you mine? When some random woman flirts with you because they don’t see a ring on your finger, are you going to tell them your dick belongs to someone else?” I press my lips to his neck. “That you belong to someone else?” “Fuuuuuck.” He groans. “Yes, baby. I’ll tell them.”
“Now, say something nasty,”
“If you want me to behave tonight, come for me now.”
“Give it to me, Avery. I need you to come all over my dick.”
“Well, fucking your son’s girl aside, aren’t you a great dad?”
“Theo,” I call after him and he turns to meet my gaze, “if there’s ever a time that he is okay with it…will you come find me?” “Wherever you are.”
I could be patient. Or delusional. Or a combination of both.
Rory and I are dancing amongst ourselves while drinking our vodka sodas when a very familiar and very bad idea comes over me. I look at Rory who’s got her eyes closed as she shakes to the beat. “Should I text him?” I shout over the music.
