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“Viper,” Bruiser grunts, nodding to me as he walks out of his wife’s office, cradling his daughter against his shoulder. Wren walks out behind him, her hand resting on her slightly rounded stomach as she pulls the door shut behind her.
“Enjoy the party,” Wren sings cheerfully to me, reaching forward to take Bruiser’s spare hand. He tangles their fingers together, smirking at me as he takes his ladies home.
I would never have picked Bruiser Esk to become a bastion of domesticity, but apparently, getting an old lady changes you. Well, that’s probably not true. They lived at the clubhouse when they were first married. I think having rugrats is what domesticated the man. That’s a fucking no from me.
Stopping at the crèche, I prop my shoulder against the doorframe, my eyes drinking in the sight of Naomi in her tight yoga pants and baggy T-shirt, stretching on the tips of her toes to put a first aid kit away. My eyes drink in the strip of pale skin exposed on her lower back as her T-shirt rises with her stretch.
“Viper,” Shelley drawls, putting away a sheath of paper.
“Shelley,” I grunt back at her. Naomi glances over her shoulder, her cheeks tinged with red as our eyes lock.
“Maybe you can convince Naomi to stay for a drink with me? She never stays, but Lisa’s gone home, and I don’t want to stay alone.”
“It’s not really my scene,” Naomi protests weakly, her eyes still locked with mine. Shoving away from the doorframe, I jerk my head at Lisa’s office across the hallway. Naomi’s eyes widen, darting over my shoulder to it.
She flashes Shelley a smile, slowly making her way over to me. My fingers close around her wrist when she reaches the door, tugging her into Lisa’s office and kicking the door shut behind us.
Naomi’s breath hitches as I turn to her, licking my lips. Closing the distance between us in one stride, my fingers find the hem of her T-shirt, whipping it over her head. She’s wearing a sports bra under it. I have no idea why – it’s not lace or lingerie – but it’s such a fucking sexy sight.
“Lose the yoga pants, Peaches,” I rumble. Her eyes lock with mine, burning hot as she slowly peels them off, leaving them in a heap on the floor. Her plain cotton panties match her sports bra.
My hands and lips are on her in the breadth of a second.
“Christ, you’re so fucking sexy, Peaches.”
“I’m dressed for work. It’s boring,” she gasps, her head tipping back as my tongue traces the line of her throat. My hand finds hers, bringing it to my crotch, pressing her palm against my hard, twitching cock.
“He doesn’t find it boring at all.”
My mouth latches with hers, swallowing her breathy moan. Walking her backward until she hits the spare second desk, I break the kiss, cupping her jaw and staring into her eyes. Brushing a teasing kiss over her lips, I spin her around, pushing her down until her chest and cheek are pressed against the smooth wood.
“Hold tight, Peaches,” I groan, lifting my cock out of my jeans, fisting it, and rolling on a condom.
At my words, she moves her hands to brace against the wall above her head; her ass presented to me so prettily. Fuck, that’s a gorgeous sight.
Lining my cock up with her entrance, I grip her hips, sliding into her. She’s wet with anticipation, like always. I love how ready for me my Peaches always is.
My fingers dig into the soft flesh at her hips, feeling her hipbones under my fingertips as I start to thrust. Naomi is panting in time with my hard, punishing thrusts, her hands against the wall bracing her as she jerks forward each time I slam into her.
She’s giving as good as she gets, throwing her hips back eagerly as I pump into her.
“S-so good, Viper,” she moans, causing me to lose my head entirely. Pressing my hands down on her creamy ass cheeks, I slam into her, my balls tightening as her pussy muscles start to milk me, her legs trembling as she comes.
“Fucking hell, Peaches,” I growl, coming hard.
Leaning down, my harsh breathing brushing her ear as I press my lips against the outer shell.
“Stay for the party, Peaches.”
Naomi freezes under me, squirming slightly on my semi-hard cock. I wait, wondering if this will be the first time she disobeys after I’ve fucked her.
“Okay.” She melts under me, all the tension leaving her body. Without realizing it, the tension leaves mine too. Thank fuck for that.
Withdrawing, I turn to dispose of the condom, dropping it into Lisa’s trashcan and tucking my cock away. My eyes drink in the sight of Naomi dressing in her yoga pants and baggy T-shirt again. She smoothes it with her hand and plays with the hem of her shirt, her cheeks flushed from more than her recent orgasm.
“I’m not dressed for a party,” she mumbles.
Crossing to her, I cup her jaw again, lifting her head until our eyes meet. My thumbs stroke along her jawline, and I lower my head, tasting her sweet mouth again.
