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“Thank you. Eric makes it easy. He’s a good kid.”
He was but even a good kid can be a handful and she makes it look easy. I drop the subject not wanting to embarrass her further. “What are your plans this evening?”
Her head tilts at my question. “I thought I’d go swim in the pool downstairs if that’s okay with you. Eric won’t wake and I’ll only be an hour.”
“Take your time. I have some work to do in the office.” I think I see disappointment flitter across her face but it’s gone before I can be sure.
“Aren’t you going to the club tonight? You were there every night before.”
My lips quirk as I stroke a finger down her neck, feeling the pulse in her throat beat faster. “The draw isn’t quite the same now a certain barmaid is missing.”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“You can ask. I don’t promise to answer.”
“Did you play in the club a lot before we were married?”
My dick seems to throb as the image of Lottie on the third-floor flashes through my mind. “Why do you want to know?”
“I heard rumors.”
“Oh? And what were they?” Someone was getting fired if I found out anyone was breaking the NDA they’d signed.
“That you and Beck liked to share.”
God, I could feel my cock leaking like I was a damn teenager as she said the words. “Is my past relevant?”
“No, I just… Do you miss it?”
“No.”
It was a quick response, but it was the truth. I don’t miss any of it. Lottie has consumed my every thought since I’d laid eyes on her again. I’ve missed her more than I ever realized.
“Will you use the club once we’re divorced?”
I didn’t want to think about that because if I had my way, we wouldn’t be getting a divorce, but I needed to be careful how I handled that answer or I’d give myself away. “Would that bother you?”
Lottie bites her lip, her eyes falling away as she tries to get away from me. I turn her so her back is to the island and place my hands on either side of her body, trapping her. “Eyes on me, Lottie.” I deliberately deepen my voice, seeing if she’ll respond to it. When she does, her eyes finding mine, a growl rumbles from my chest. “Good girl.” Her cheeks pinken even more, and I know my little Lottie is wet for me. I can almost smell the scent of her arousal.
“Do you like the idea of a sex club?” I lean in so my lips skim her neck, the pulse beating wildly. “Does it turn you on?”
“No.”
I chuckle. She’s so stubborn. I remembered that about her and I’m pleased to know that the sassy side of her is still alive. “Liar.”
My hands slide from the island and grasp her behind her knees, lifting her easily onto the counter as I take the space between her legs. She looks flushed, sexy, beautiful, and like she was made for this life. Lottie is classy, not because of money or birth, she just has it. A certain look, a way about her that can’t be learned or faked.
My eyes scan their way down her face, her neck, catching on the pebbled nipples the t-shirt she’d changed into from earlier can’t hide from me. Lifting my hand, I thumb the hardened peak, relishing the sigh that escapes her throat as her head falls back, revealing the long line of her throat. Lottie is so responsive to my touch and so eager to please. I trail my lips over her neck, sucking lightly on her pulse. “Do you want me to show you what the third floor has to offer from a personal level, not as an employee?”
Her head snaps up, her eyes dark and half-lidded with desire. God, I wanted to kiss her, to consume her. She’s so perfect for me. She was made for me and every second with her proves I’m right.
I pinch her nipple, making her gasp, before I bend my head to suckle on it through the fabric. Her hand threads into my hair at the nape and, as I pull pleasure from her, the fingers at my scalp tighten. A delicious pain prickles through me and I groan around her tit.
Her hips are rocking into me, seeking the hard ridge of my cock, and I’m not even sure she’s aware how much she wants this. As her movements became frantic, I lift her in my arms and stride toward the couch.
Sitting heavily, I settle her so she’s straddling my hips, her core pressed against my cock. Just a few layers of fabric lie between me and what I need. Two days without the feel of my cock inside her cunt feels like forever. She’s like a drug seeping into me, destroying my control.
“Take my cock out.”
