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I breathe in and there’s a tease in the air of her sweet, smoky spice and I close my eyes a moment to savor it.
“Hendrick, I thought it was you.”
I look at her—really look at her this time—and the breath’s knocked from my lungs. I go through all the responses and settle on innocuous. “It is. Have a seat. You ran off on me so fast, I thought you’d gone and robbed me.”
There’s the faintest blush. She’s wearing a sleek dress and heels, the dress is a deep copper that looks good on her, and it’s dipped in the front and short, showing off her curves. My dick stirs.
Her soft lips turn up in a smile. “I was there, downstairs, for a while. But I didn’t see you again, so I left.” She says this like we didn’t have intense fucking sex, like I didn’t pound her cunt or ass, like we didn’t go down on each other.
Like we were having a flirtation and not an accusation-filled battle.
I’m a little disappointed until she leans in, trails her hand down the front of my shirt to my cock.
“I thought,” she says, “you were going to find me.”
“I said I could. Not that I would.” I’m starting to burn with need. “If you promise not to lift my wallet again—it’s got sentimental value—or go for my watch like you’re about to, I can take you to my place here in Millionaire’s Way and see just how much you’d like to be found.”
Her eyes widen, like I’ve read her mind about my watch, and then a smile teases that sensuous mouth of hers. “You’re on.”
* * *
The wallet is sentimental, and I’d have been ready to rip people’s heads off if I hadn’t known she’d taken it. I only keep cash in it, and a fake license, and that’s when I take it out with me. Usually, I don’t. But that’s another story.
I take her to my place I bought for… That no longer matters and hasn’t for ten years. I couldn’t live here, but I use it for when I need to crash close to the big office when I have to play CEO.
It’s also great for meetings or fucking. I sleep here a lot, but I don’t keep anything but food and drinks here. If I need clothes, my staff organizes some to be delivered.
So, I’m thinking, as I get to the brownstone on the leafy tree-lined street, we’ll go through the normal bullshit of drinks and small talk. I’ll get a romantic dinner delivered. Fucking candles. Whatever.
I punch in the alarm code and unlock the door.
“Cat,” I say as we step inside. “Do you—”
Magdalena slams me against the wall, mouth on mine in a hot, carnal, searing kiss.
It’s a wild storm that sparks up every part of me, and I think she’s just declared it’s open season. I kiss her back, grabbing her and spinning her so she’s the one slamming into the wall.
Her hand is on my cock, trying to get into my pants and we’re both shaking, needy. I push a hand under her dress, in her panties and she’s fucking soaked. I plunge two fingers into her tight heat, and she comes hard around me instantly, her moans in my mouth like candy floss, so light and sweet.
I don’t stop. I push a finger up her ass until she spasms again and paws at me.
She rips her mouth from mine and sinks down, freeing my cock to swallow it. Her lips are stretched wide, and she starts to go at me hard and deep and fast.
So deep she’s gagging, the back of her throat working the tip, and I grip her hair because fuck, I’m going to come as she hoovers me. She’s doing this herself.
I’m only grabbing her hair now and she’s sucking and licking where she can manage to get her tongue, her lips are tight on me and the gagging is divine music, her drool nectar from heaven, and oh shit…
My balls are fire, and as a surge of such pleasure hits me, I shout and grab her, shoving her hard on me, so hard she starts to struggle as I come.
She has no option but to swallow me down.
When I’m done, I pull out. There’s a line of cum and spit from my cock to her mouth and it’s glorious.
I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around me, and we kiss. I suck her tongue hard, bite her lip, and kiss her all over again. Then I walk her to the bedroom.
“I like your conversational skills,” I say, tossing her to the bed.
“Yours aren’t bad, either.”
