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When I was done with her, she wasn’t going to know her own name.
It was her third orgasm when I felt Alastair finally adjusting himself, his legs tensing. He adjusted in his seat just a fraction of an inch. I saw his cock bulging from his trousers where it had previously lain flat.
I realized that he had not been hard until now.
My eyes had to be deceiving me. There was no way that this angel could have been across his lap, and he had no carnal reaction. EvenIreacted to her.
But the growing outline of his engorged cock was unmistakable. Thick and throbbing. I looked at his face, and he was scowling, his jaw ticking in irritation as his eyes fixed on me. Just me.
“Please,” Sophie whimpered, bringing me out of my thoughts.
My eyes shifted to her. Pleasure tears streamed down her cheeks.
She had stopped resisting. Her body didn’t buck to get away from me. She simply relaxed, her legs spread, accepting my assault.
“Please what?” His voice was still kind and soft to her despite the darkness that clouded his features.
“I can’t take any more.” She shook her head. “I surrender. I just need… please… I…” She devolved into incoherent words, starting and stopping sentences.
I hadn’t stopped licking her, but I had throttled back considerably, allowing her time to regain her senses.
She tilted her face towards him and closed her eyes, smiling again. Then their foreheads came together. They looked at one another with tenderness. My heart ached with longing and jealousy to do the same.
I pulled away without realizing it. I stood up and away from them, feeling like an intruder in their moment.
She leaned up and whispered something in his ear. He closed his eyes, listening, a slight smile gracing his face. He turned to her and nodded. She kissed his cheek, pulled down her skirt, and got on up on shaky legs.
She came to me, her hips slinky with the grace of a panther. She held my gaze and smiled, leaned in to leave a long, chaste kiss on my cheek.
“You have him wrapped around your finger,” she whispered into my ear.
I watched as she silently walked out the door, leaving me in awe of her sheer magnetism.
The door closed. The finality of the click was like the last beat of the executioner’s drum. I turned and was met with the intense, angry gaze of Alastair, sitting on the couch. He still hadn’t moved.
“Your girlfriend is beautiful.” I turned to the asshole still sitting, un-moved, on the couch.
“Jealous?” He raised his brow and smiled. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”
“Jealous of what?” I crossed my arms. “A cheat?”
He grinned up at me, but there was an undercurrent of spite in his voice. “You’re insulting me, vixen.”
“Yes. What kind of bastard cheats? On her, of all people?”
He laughed, throwing his head back.
“Open your eyes, my little vixen.” I hated how he used my fighting name. “I haven’t deceived her in any way, and she’s not my girl.”
I didn’t want to believe him. I wanted to hate him. He was a bastard, just like every other man in existence.
“You’ve chased my entertainment away, little vixen.” His voice was like acid.
“It’s obvious I could satisfy her better than you,” I picked invisible lint off my dress, then licked my lips, still tasting her with my lipstick. “I told you women were better at it.”
I looked up when I heard a distinct, feral growl. Alastair’s hands were balled into fists, the knuckles white and trembling. His body vibrated with restrained violence.
“You will pay for that.” He threatened, his voice still steady, incongruous with the anger emanating from his body.
