“Play with that pussy for me,” he says, holding my thighs spread out wide.
I touch myself, my fingers are wet with slick as I rub my clit. His knot is teasing my entrance, and it has me on the verge of coming. I know the stretch would send me over the edge.
“You’re so fucking bonnie,” he says, his eyes completely affixed to where I’m touching myself. “You need more?”
I whimper, and one of his hands leaves my thigh. I have to hook the leg around his waist for purchase. He grabs himself, two fingers flat against his rigid length, as he slowly pushes them inside me. The stretch of his cock and fingers, along with the strumming of my clit, send my body into sensory overload.
My back bows against the table as I reach my release. Greer moans and starts to buck against me harder, extending my release.
He grunts and I feel his warm release fill me. He pants for a long moment, slowly pulling out of me. His cum drips out of me at the same time and I have the wild thought that I kind ofhate that. I wish we were knotted together and he was keeping it pressed inside.
Greer looks down at me softly, leaning down and pressing a kiss against my lips.
“Wait right here,” he says.
I do as he says, and glance to the side where his family portrait is staring at us. I groan and flip it over, his sweet mother shouldn’t have to be present with what he just did to me. The large Alpha comes back with a bottle of water and paper towels. His dick is still out as he drenches the paper towel and starts with me first.
He was being honest that he gets pleasure in taking care of me. Who would have thought that I would enjoy being taken care of in return?
Greer has wiped me down to the best of his ability as he rights my bra and sweater. He then helps me stand, and winces.
“Shit. I ripped your tights,” he says.
I glance down and sure enough, there’s a massive snag on the inner thigh.
“No one will see it,” I assure him.
“I’ll get you a new pair,” he says, as he shimmies the black material up my thighs.
“You don’t?—”
“Aye, I know I don’t have to. When I tell you I want to do something, Maisie, it’s because I want to. You don’t need to second guess my motives. If I say I want to do something, I mean it,” he says sternly.
What does it say about me that I feel wet all over again. He fixes my skirt and grabs my other boot, slipping it on my foot like Cinderella.
He wipes off his cock before tucking it away and putting his shirt back on, which is truly a shame, but the idea of anyone inthe bar seeing what’sminesends an intense sense of jealousy through me.
Mine?
I’m so totally fucked.
Greer kisses me again. “Okay?” he checks in.
“Yeah,” I say, patting down my hair.
Greer finds the clip in question, bundles my hair, and puts it back in the claw clip.
“Come on,” he says, leading me to an industrial sink in the storage area. We wash our hands and he tucks his loose hair behind his ear.
“I think I like you with your hair down too,” I whisper.
“Are you trying to have me drag you back to my office?” he asks and I smirk.
He lightly taps my butt and I bite my lip as he uses his chin to direct me down the stairs. “I’ll be down in a few minutes,” he says.
I clear my throat and do my best to act completely normal as I head down the stairs. But of course it’s me and life loves fucking with me, because as I’m just about to hit the back hallway, Callum is turning the corner. There’s something all over his apron that he’s taking off as he blinks up at me.
He’s quiet for a moment and then shakes his head.
