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“Fuck off.”
“If you don’t get down, I’ll get you down and spank your ass.”
“Promises, promises,” she whispers as she stands and then goes straight back to shaking her hips. Groaning as she turns around, I reach out and grab her, then toss her over my shoulder. Avani smacks at my back, and Monica laughs as she watches the comical scene play out in front of her. “Hey, you big oaf, what are you doing?”
“Taking you home,” I grumble.
“Don’t you mean your home?” she snaps.
“No. Your home.”
“But you own it,” she replies sulkily, then remains quiet as I carry her out.
I hear my phone ding in my pocket. Managing to pull it out, I see Avani’s name flash on my screen.
Avani: Put me down.
“Did you really just text me?” I ask her as my hand grips her hips. Fuck her curves feel good under my hands as her body slides down mine, and I set her on her feet.
My phone dings again in my hand.
Avani: Yes. Why are you here?
I smirk at her text as she stands on shaky legs, staring up at me defiantly.
“You can use your big girl voice, you know,” I tell her with a lifted brow. She types on her phone again.
Avani: Fuck you.
Simple, yet effective.
She’s waiting for me to reply. Licking her lips, she wavers slightly on her heels.
Me: You wouldn’t be able to walk if I fucked you.
Ha!
Avani: I could walk just fine…straight out the door.
“Get in the car,” I tell her, opening the door. She goes to type out another message, but I take the phone from her hand easily. “In. Now.”
“You are so bossy,” she whines as she slides in.
I shut her car door with a little more muscle than necessary, then walk around to the driver’s side and get in.
“You are the worst boss ever.”
“And you are an annoying drunk,” I retort.
“I also suck cock,” she says. My hands grip the wheel, squeezing it hard at her words. “Oh, look, big boy has no words.”
Clenching my jaw, I stay quiet.
She lets out a large groan before her head leans against the window, and then I hear a soft snore.
When I pull up to her house, I sit in the car out front for at least thirty minutes before getting out, it’s raining, and I don’t want to wake her just so she can get drenched. Eventually, the weather clears, and I walk around to her side and slowly open the door. I manage to catch her head before she falls, and she jolts as she rouses, her eyes opening and finding mine.
“Why are you here?” Her breath is in my face, and she smells like stale alcohol.
