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When I finally get up there, I don’t make it to his office because he’s standing right outside the door. I’m shocked to see him talking to a man I recognize. A man who was just at my parents’ house last night. A cop who isn’t a good guy. He reports to my parents, and I can’t let him get his hands on me.
“Patty, where are you going?” he calls out. I press the button as fast as I can. The doors open, and I pop in. The doors open again on the third floor so I get off, knowing they’ll think I ran to the exit. Running down the hall, I’m not paying attention when I slam into a brick wall of pure man.
The firmness of his body is only matched by his dark stare. My heart races as I glance back for the danger that should be just behind me. This can’t be happening. Everywhere I turn, I’m crashing into big brutes. He doesn’t take his eyes off me; I feel them engulf me. He’s handsome like the man earlier, but even more attractive. This time, my body’s reaction is different. The fear doesn’t grow; it fades, and something much more intense spreads between my legs.
He’s speaking to me, but my eardrums are beating out of control from my speeding heart.
“Cupcake, I’m talking to you.”
Chapter Three
Gio
The door across from us opens, and the lady says, “Oh, you could have come in, Mr. and Mrs. Mohr. Dr. Miller is ready for you.” The woman has clearly mistaken us for someone else. I can see that the precious little cutie in my arms is still nervous, so I answer for us.
“Thank you. Let’s not keep Dr. Miller waiting, Cupcake.” I tap her ass and lead her into the marriage counselor’s office for what’s obviously our first session. I could just say she has the wrong people, but I don’t want to lose time with her, and this is the perfect time to learn some things about my little cupcake.
Pulling out my phone, I send a message, telling the men that McIntyre didn’t answer his office door but I had something to take care of. I need some time, and I’ll call them when I’m ready to leave.
All thoughts are on what I will do with this little thing with long, thick raven hair the second this session ends. The gentle tap on her ass has already sent my body aching in ways I hadn’t expected. Sure, my cock wants entrance to her perfect hole, but it’s more than burying myself inside her, and I need to figure out what it is.
“Please come in. It’s good that we finally get to meet. I know your schedule has been so busy, Mr. Mohr, and you’ve put this off for so long. Like I tell all my couples—if you plan to save your marriage, it’s best you come before it’s too late.” He looks at our fingers. “Hmm…”
“It looks like we’re already on the precipice.” I watch his eyes focus a little lower than my cupcake’s hand to her bare legs, and I want to clobber him. Those aren’t for him. Mine.
The overwhelming possessiveness washes over my body and through my veins. I have to ask my father if this is what he felt when he saw Mom because I think Cupcake is the one. “A small fight this morning, and my wife thinks she’s slick walking out without her rings this morning—like that will stop men from knowing she’s my wife,” I snarl, My words are pointed, and my gaze ends up on her with a warning.
She lifts her chin, revealing her slender neck, pulse throbbing rapidly just like my dick. “When’s the last time you’ve acted like a husband?” she says, egging me on. I’m about to show her little ass.
“Don’t make me show you in front of the good doctor, Cupcake,” I say, sliding my hand over the back of her neck, giving the gentlest caress. She shivers with the slightest touch. Fuck, I could bend her over this cheap pleather sofa right now, draining my balls deep in her cunt.
“Okay, Mrs. Mohr. You’re the one who requested the counseling sessions. You feel neglected by him, stating that you believe he’s having an affair with his secretary.” An affair?
“What the hell?” I challenged. She’d be too busy riding my dick for anyone else to get an opportunity.
She crosses her arms, lifting those healthy, plump tits and ample cleavage in my face. “Tell me you’re not. You’re always gone. I never see you, and then you don’t touch me anymore. I’m alone all day, lonely while you pretend to work late.”
“I do work late.” I find myself shocked, defending my own actions when I shouldn’t have to because I don’t know this woman, and I have a male assistant who I’m sure as fuck not sticking it to. None of this is even real, but I’m starting to enjoy this little repartee with my beauty. Her fight is adorable, although I really hope she isn’t Mrs. Mohr, because he’s a dead man.
“Quit lying to me. I refuse to be yours anymore. This game? It’s over.” She stands up in front of me, her pussy an inch from my face, only bringing her scent closer.
“The hell it is. Sit down, Cupcake. We’re working this out. God, you smell so damn good.” I cup her hips, hold her still, bring my face close, and breathe her in before sitting her ass back on the sofa beside me. She gasps, face heated and hungry.
“So, Mr. Mohr, do you deny the affair?” If she was in my bed, I’d have no time for any pussy but hers.
“Of course I do, but this little one has her claws out like she has some proof. Come on, Cupcake. Prove it. Prove that I’ve been unfaithful to you. Tell the good doctor that I’ve been putting my big motherfucking cock in someone else’s pussy.” I grab my thick length that’s currently stretching out my slacks.
Her face turns completely red. “Ugh, I hate you.” She slaps me right across the face. I suppose I deserve that. She storms right past us, but she’s not getting far.
“Session’s over,” I snarl, standing and looking right at the doctor, who’s lucky I’m going after my woman. “If you ever accuse me of betraying my wife again, I’ll rip your dick off and stuff it up your ass. You ever lay eyes on my wife again, and I will kill you.”
Taking my leave of his shitty office before he can say anything else, I pull out my phone and call my men. “A petite brunette in a long-sleeved green and white sundress is heading toward an exit. If you find her before I do, nab her. Don’t harm a hair on her head, or it will be the last thing you do.”
“Sure, Gio.”
“Not a word to anyone, understood?”
“Yes.”
