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“You’re making a mistake,” he tells me in a firm, low voice.
I smirk at him, twirling the purse between my hands. “I make plenty of mistakes, but this isn’t one of them.”
Turning my back on this asshole, I march back outside. Shelley is still standing where I left her, waiting for me. I hold out the purse, and she takes it with a mumbled thanks. As I steer her to my rig, my hand lands on my lower back. Throwing my leg over it, I look at her, eyebrows raised.
Shelley clambers on behind me with an exasperated look, her hands clinging to my waist, her purse digging into my stomach. Her date has come out to stand beside the valet, and I turn my head, glaring at the preppy fuck as I pull away from the curb, turning around and roaring back toward San Remo.
The night air whips around us. We can’t exactly talk, so we silently stew until I pull up in front of my building. Shelley climbs off, throwing me a dark glare, and turning to look up at my apartment building with interest. It’s a four-story, square concrete building. Built mid-century and probably hasn’t had an upgrade since.
“Where are we?”
Still too annoyed to talk, I jerk my head at the front doors. Shelley shrugs, walking in front of me into the building and to the stairs. My apartment is on the third floor.
“Upstairs,” I grunt. Shelley’s eyebrows raise, but she clutches her purse and lets me guide her up the three flights of stairs, my hand on her back.
Unlocking the door, I shove the key back into my pocket and usher her inside. As we step into the sparsely furnished living area, she glances around, shrugging out of her coat and laying it and her purse over the back of the dark green easy chair near the TV.
Crossing her arms over her chest, she turns to me, frowning. The look is ruined a little by her bun. It’s no longer sleek, looking decidedly windblown from our ride.
“What the fuck was that?” she snaps. I smirk at her, emptying my pockets onto the sideboard, mirroring her stance.
“What the fuck was what?”
“We’re just fucking,” she spits. “I’m allowed to go on a date. You fuck your groupies.”
Why would I touch groupies when I have her to fuck, on text, on request?
“We’re not talking about me.”
“Maybe we should. You’re clearly the one with issues.”
My eyebrows shoot up, my mouth tugging into a smirk. Oh, we both have issues. Mine are straightforward. Hers are a little more complex.
Without speaking, I step right up to her, crowding her space. Her lips part, her breath hitches, and her pupils dilate. My hands land on her hips as I tug her against me.
Shelley tips her head back to keep glaring at my face, but her pupils dilate again, her eyes darken, and her chest is definitely heaving more than two seconds ago.
“You’re playing with fire, kid,” I murmur. Her breathing hitches as she stares at me with her huge brown eyes. “You want to rebel but run back to Daddy when it gets too real?”
My words snap her out of her breathy little moment, and she glares at me again.
“You know nothing about me. We fuck. That’s it.”
I smirk down at her, my hands roaming her ass. No panty-line. I think she’s wearing a thong. Better and better.
“And I guess your preppy date knows all about you. What does he call you?” I taunt her. I’ve got her there, and she knows it – I can see it in her eyes.
“Michelle,” she whispers back. Yeah. Michelle.
“I thought that might be the case.” My fingers skate over the silky fabric of her dress, caressing her ass again. Definitely no panty-line. “I think Michelle would look good on her knees with my cock stuffed in her mouth.”
Her eyes widen, her breath hitching again. I can see how much she likes that idea in her eyes, her pupils dilating excitedly. Slowly, still glaring up at me, Shelley lowers herself to her knees, unzipping my jeans and lifting my cock out, sliding it between her lips.
A groan rips out of me, my hand gliding through her hair to guide her head as she works my cock. Fuck, her mouth is a talented little thing. I’m going to fuck her in my bed once my cock is nice and ready. I’m going to brand her so well that she won’t be able to remember that preppy fuck’s name.
Chapter 15
SHELLEY
