Page 54 of Mr. Risky

But the dirty way his cock was filling me. I looked down to see my thighs spread around his heavy bulge, the way each thrust lifted me from the ground, my cunt swollen and pink, the lips spread wide as he split me open.

There were voices outside, coming closer.

I gripped the back of the chair and prayed they weren’t coming inside.

“But who could blame me for taking my dirty little mistress whenever and wherever I wanted?”

Oh god. I had forgotten everything except the peak that Granger was dragging me toward, at exactly his own pace.

Sweat was dripping into my eyes, blurring my vision, and I didn’t care anymore. . .

Dimly, I realized that someone was calling Granger’s name, over and over, but I was too close to care.

And I came, thighs shaking as I clenched around his cock, the release reverberating through my body and soaking his length as I cried out.

And suddenly I heard the door open with a snap.

“Nooo!” Pippa shrieked, and I opened my lust-swollen eyes to see her in the entrance, face cratering in shock.

Hayden was behind her, his eyes narrowed with anger.

“What the hell are you doing?” her voice was raising in pitch to a diabolical shriek.

“It should be obvious,” Granger said, fisting his dick out of my pussy, as a stream of cum ran down the back of my thighs right under Pippa’s eyes. “Don’t you know to knock before you enter a room?”

“Is this some joke?”

“What’s a joke is you two barging in here when I’m clearly busy.”

“Did you—impregnate her?”

Granger grinned, and suddenly he looked like such a devil.

Then he slipped an arm around my waist and laid a kiss on my head.

“You got her pregnant, didn’t you? That was her pregnancy test in there, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, it was. I lied to you, Pippa. Sosie is the one I want.”

Her face had crumpled so fast and hard that she was almost unrecognizable, and she was beating her hands against the wall like a madwoman.

“No. No. NO! It can’t be true. It isn’t true! Hayden, you have to make hm stay!”

And Granger took off his gold wedding band and laid it down on the table next to us.

Pippa lunged at me, grabbing handfuls of my hair, but before she could tug, Granger had come between us.

His hand shot out to keep her away but Pippa was so incensed she rammed her forehead right into his palm, over and over again.

“Sosie, you fucking slut!” she screeched. “I should’ve known the first thing you’d do back in town was try to steal my husband. Some best friend you are. How could you do this to me?”

Maybe something was wrong with me, because I didn’t feel guilty anymore.

“Your husband manipulated you into hiring me and trapped me in the guesthouse so he could eat my ass out whenever he wants and you’re calling me a slut?”

“What? Granger, please—it’s not true⁠—”

But he was laughing, his head thrown back like the psychopath he was, the long strong beautiful column of his throat and that unbearably sexy tanned skin against the white of his wet shirt.