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But this last week.
Holy FUCK!
My woman had made it her personal mission to get into my pants. Any other time, I would have bent her over my desk and fucked her senseless, but for some reason I held off.
Why? I had no fucking clue.
Now, I wished I never came up with this damn dinner idea, as I adjusted myself again for the third time tonight.
Mercy chuckled. “Problems?”
“Fuck off,” I growled.
I knew I would never get Tessa into a church. So, I brought the church home. All the important people were here. My club brothers, my parents, even my biological brothers showed for what was sure to be a fucking fiasco if her look was any indication before I left her to get dressed.
“Mr. Stone,” Mrs. Alice whispered next to me, smiling conspiratorially as she removed the tray holding my son in place. “I’m going to take Master York upstairs.”
“I want him here for the dinner.”
“I don’t think there is going to be a dinner,” she grinned, holding in her laughter as she picked my son up and hurried from the room.
“What?”
Watching her leave, I heard a glass shatter.
Kali giggled. “Oh. My. God.”
“Oh wow,” my mother whispered.
“Dayum,” Arizona whistled.
“Now, that’s a woman,” Dakota said, hi-fiving Arizona.
Slowly turning my head to see what was going on, I found my beautiful Tessa standing at the entrance of the dining room, dressed in the silky thigh-highs, with the new Manolo Blahnik’s I bought her on her feet and nothing else.
Getting to my feet, I growled, “Everyone. OUT!”
“You don’t deserve her,” Maxim Fedorov grinned, covering his mouth before getting to his feet. “Ladies and gentlemen, I believe dinner is over.”
Chairs quickly scooted back as people quickly left the dining room.
Alone, my woman smiled. “Now can we fuck?”
“Oh babe,” I said, yanking my tie off, gripping it hard in my hand as I slowly walked towards her. “You moved past fucking and straight into the punishment.”
Before she could reply, I yanked her to me. “You enjoy disobeying me, don’t you?” I said, pushing her down on the dining room table. Plates, glasses, even food dishes went crashing to the floor.
She wanted me.
Well, she got me.
Not even checking to see if she was ready, I spread her legs before slipping a finger deep inside her wet cunt. “Fuck, you are ready for me, aren’t you?”
“I’ve been wet for days,” she moaned, bringing her right hand up and cupping the back of my head as I stood behind her. “I’ll disobey you as long as it means I’m getting what I want.”
Her hips bucked as my finger roughly scraped her clit.
“It’s fun making you wait.”
