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And I have. Things haven’t been right between us since before he left for the conference. And then the party happened and everything went to shit. I miss him. I miss us.
Isaac nods, his breath shuddering as I nip at his bottom lip. “It’s been too long.” His mouth moves against mine with each word as he backs me against the wall by the door.
I grip his white button-down and pull it from his slacks, my fingers fumbling with the buttons. Letting out a frustrated growl, I rip my lips from his to look. “I can’t—”
“Look how needy you are,” he chuckles, putting his hands over mine, stilling me. “You worry about getting yourself undressed, temptress. Then I’ll take care of you.”
A shiver courses through my body, one full of anticipation and excitement as I reach for the hem of my dress. It falls below my knees, and the top completely covers my breasts. It’s one of my more modest dresses, one I know Isaac used to prefer I wear.
But now I’m his temptress, the woman who can bring this stoic man to his knees and I love teasing him.
I let my dress fall to the floor, exposing my white lace bra and panties.
“Fuck.” He takes me in, his gaze scorching, before his mouth lands on mine again with a groan. He slides his shirt off his shoulders, leaving him in his plain undershirt.
My hands move to his belt, and I easily unbuckle it, memories of the way it felt wrapped around my wrists making me whimper against his lips.
“I need you right now,” he rasps, and I nod, my hands tremblings as I move to unbutton his slacks. He shoves my hands away before grabbing my arm and pulling me after him.
Excitement swirls in my stomach as he guides me through the house. For a moment I think he might be headed for his room, but instead of leading me to the stairs, he moves us to the middle of the living room. Without a word, he turns me away from him, his hand landing in the middle of my back.
“Bend over, temptress,” he mutters. “Let your Lord have his way with you.”
I whimper as I press my hands onto the coffee table, my body hinging at my hips. He rips my panties down my legs and I stumble stepping out of them. The second I’m free, he shoves his foot between mine, kicking my legs apart.
His zipper is loud as he undoes it, the feel of his slacks tickling the backs of my thighs as he lines up. My fingernails dig into the wood as I stare down at my hands, my heart thrumming in my throat.
“Ready for my cock, pretty little whore?” he murmurs, running his hand softly down my spine.
My aching pussy throbs as I suck in a sharp breath. His words shouldn’t feel so good, shouldn’t make me need him so badly, but they do. “Yes, my Lord.”
A creak sounds and I stiffen.
“Wait.” I reach blindly behind me, and his hand grips my wrist, pinning it to my lower back. “I think—” My eyes flit to the hallway that leads to our bedrooms and I find a giant shadow standing there, watching. “Isaac.”
But he ignores me as he shoves inside, his cock stretching me almost painfully. “Isaac!” I cry, my face shifting into a wince. Roman takes another step, the light nearly shining on him.
But he pauses.
His face is still hidden in the shadows, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. Isaac hasn’t seen him yet, because if he had he wouldn’t be fucking into me with so much ferocity, I nearly slip from the table.
“That’s a good fucking girl,” he grinds out through gritted teeth. “Such a filthy little pussy for me, begging for corruption. Isn’t that right?”
My mouth falls open, his cock rubbing inside me harder and faster, driving my pleasure higher.
Roman’s gaze is locked on mine, and I feel it penetrating me deeper than his father currently is. I moan, my head shaking back and forth as I try to find the words to make Isaac stop. To make him realize his son is only a few feet from us.
But it’s hard. So hard.
Because with every drive of his hips, Isaac pushes me closer to oblivion. And with Roman watching…
A shiver racks down my spine just as Isaac’s hand comes down on my ass, harder than he’s ever spanked me, and I feel an immediate handprint bloom. I scream at the pain, clenching around him. He grunts out a rough breath, his fingers on my hip tightening as he spanks me again.
The harsh crack of his hand on my ass, over and over, is loud in the house. Only our bodies slapping together, the wetness of my pussy squelching with each thrust. Roman stumbles forward another step as Isaac’s hand descends once more, harder than before.
“Isaac,” I moan, blinking heavily through the lusty fog. “Roman.”
His movements falter, nearly pausing, but he doesn't. Instead, his hand slides into my hair and he wrenches my head back. “What the fuck did you just say?” he snarls, his breath hot against my skin as his hips roll into me.
