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“Welcome to Congress Bar and Grill. I’m your server, Jamila. What can I start you for drinks or apps?”
“We’ll take the 2012 Lafite Bordeaux and the bruschetta,” Connall says. I only know what one of those things is, but he hasn’t steered me wrong yet.
“Coming right up. The chef’s special tonight is veal parmesan.”
“Thank you,” I say.
Over the meal we discuss work and what we’re going to do after this.
We continue with more drinks at a club, where Connall stays by my side the entire night. We dance until the wee hours of the morning. His body grinds against mine, song after song. My pussy is so wet, and it throbs for him. On the dark dancefloor, his fingers snake up my skirt, and he finger fucks me right there in front of all those people. They couldn’t see anything, but it was still a thrill. I could feel his cock digging into my ass and wanted nothing more than to take it any way he would give it to me. I would do anything for this man,
After dancing, we walk back to our hotel. As soon as we are inside, I drop to my knees in front of him and pull his cock out. I suck him down my throat, using my fist to stroke what doesn’t fit. His hands are in my hair as he roughly guides me.
“Fuck, babe. You’re such a good girl. Suck my cock, just like that,” he praises. My pussy is dripping, so I use my free hand to rub my clit. “Are you playing with your pretty little pussy?”
“Yes,” I moan with a mouthful of his big hard cock.
“Fuck. What did I do to deserve you?” he asks as he pulls me off of him and onto my feet. He kisses me, and then we spend the rest of the night in each other's arms. My whole body hurts. Muscles I didn’t know I had hurt, but I wouldn’t change a moment of this for anything.
It can’t last, can it?
CHAPTER EIGHT
CONNALL
We were thrown off schedule because of the snow and now our time frame is further going to be off. I have a client named Bosco Drydak, a robust Russian oligarch, who wants to buy a casino in Atlantic City. I was scheduled to see him in two months, which is when he and his mistress were going to come back from the Alps. As luck would have it, while Feb and I were in the air on our way to D.C. to see Mitchell Bailey, he called, telling me he was already at the casino and demanding I come. Feb is the keeper of my schedule, so I looked at her, and she reluctantly told me we could squeeze in a short detour to New Jersey.
Now we are at the timeshare house I keep here, unpacking, when her phone rings. I am on alert initially, thinking it might be her mom’s, but when she smiles, I relax. The only other person it could be is her sister, January. Giving her some privacy, I walk out of the room and grab myself a water. A few minutes later, she walks into the room. “How is your sister doing?” I pull her into my arms and simply hold her.
“She is doing fine. She said the morning sickness hasn’t come yet.”
“Ah.”
“She wanted to know about our progress. She asked me if I had given any thought to the one name on the list.” Nodding my head I know which she is referring to. I mean, wouldn’t it be cool if he was her father?
“And what did you say?”
“I told her it couldn’t be. Right? I mean there is no way he would be the potential sperm donor to twelve kids, would he?” I don’t know. I am just as unsure as she is, but rather than let her stew in it, I have a bright idea.
“Hey, you know what, I have to go to the casino to appraise it. Why don’t we take advantage of it and have a good time.” Her entire face lights up.
“I have never been to a casino, but ever since I watched Ocean’s 11 I have always wanted to get dressed up and hit the tables. That’s what they call it, right?” She is so fucking adorable when she is thinking.
“Yeah, babe. That is what they call it. I will tell you what, I have to make some calls,” She gives me a look like, ‘duh, I was the one who scheduled them,’ and it makes me laugh. “When I am done, I am going to take care of everything, including our attire.” She bites her lip and wraps her arms around my neck.
“Like Pretty Woman?” I nod my head and kiss her strawberry-flavored lips, biting her bottom one before sliding my tongue into her mouth.
“Yes. Only the difference is I am not going to let you go.”
“Is this your idea of seduction, Mr. Ahearn?”
“Maybe. Is it working?” She hops into my arms and wraps her legs around my waist.
“Most definitely. Now get to work,” she says before dropping to her feet and sashaying her sexy ass out of the room. I have to adjust my cock, moving it to the side because when she is in the room, it is always trying to bust through my pants.
I work for a few hours until my client calls telling me to meet him on the casino room floor in two hours. Smiling because that is exactly the timeframe I needed, I tell him I will be there. As if I conjured them up, the bell rings, and I hear a squeal. Knowing exactly why she did that, I walk out of the room with my hands in my pockets to a room filled with racks of dresses and a stylist complete with someone to do her hair and makeup, depending on what she chooses to wear.
I watch her cheesing from ear to ear, moving clothes after clothes, not realizing I am in the room watching her. I am simply enjoying the happiness on her face. That is what I aim for every day of our lives. Suddenly, she turns and sees me. Her eyes brighten, shining with elation, before she runs across the room and launches herself into my arms; I hold her under her ass and laugh when she peppers my face with kisses.
