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"That's right, baby," I whispered, my hands fused to her backside. "Come forme."
Her body spasmed, destroying the thin hold I had on my orgasm. It pumped out of me quickly, one huge pulse after another. She curled into my chest, her head on my shoulder. We were still panting from theexertion.
"Holy hell, Tiel, anytime you want to be a fun mom, I'm fucking here for it," I said with a sigh. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I wouldn't mind visiting that lingerie shop again. I'd like to establish the ground rules before subjecting my cock to that kind of sweet agony but we can work those details out later. I don't think I can feel my legs right now. Thatwas—"
"Oh, no," she said, sitting up abruptly. "Oh, no, pleaseno."
"What'swrong?"
She dragged her bottom lip between her teeth and cringed. "I just letdown."
She untangled her arms, and yeah, two large wet spots now dotted her dress. "Well," I started, brushing her hair back from her face, "now you don't have to pump when we get home." She laughed at that and I held my arms open to her. "Let me hold you for a minute. I'm not ready for this to be overyet."
"I'm going to get breast milk all over you," shesaid.
"I do not care." I beckoned her closer. "I want you right here, rightnow."
She returned to her spot on my chest and I let my eyes drift shut. I was fucking tired. This week had been one exhausting day after another, and I wasn't used to trolling the bar scene anymore. I couldn't remember the last time I was out of the house at thishour.
"Sorry about this," Tiel said, her words muffled as she spoke against myshoulder.
"If you're referring to the milk, don't apologize to me about that. Don't even try," I said. "If you're referring to this wild evening, well, I'm not accepting apologies for that either. You can, however, apologize for the absolute fucking brutality of forbidding me from touching you thisafternoon."
"No, I don't think I will," she said with a laugh. "Thank you for indulging metonight."
"Anytime," I replied. "I mean that. Anytime you want to go out for the night or just have sex in the car, tell me. Between all five of my siblings, we should be able to rustle up ababysitter."
"Okay. Thank you," she repeated. "We should do thisagain."
"You better believe we're going to do this again. Just give me fiveminutes."
Then there was a knock at thewindow.
Tiel shrieked, and we both flinched at the bright light shining atus.
"This is going to be fun," I murmured as I rolled down thewindow.
The light shifted, and a police officer came into view. "Newton Police. Can I see some identification,sir?"
"Yes, of course," I replied, giving Tiel alook what you did nowglare. "Sunshine, grab my wallet for me, wouldyou?"
We were in the worst position for this. My trousers were in a bunched mess around my thighs, Tiel's stockings were ripped to shit, we were both covered in breast milk, and the fogged windows made it incredibly obvious that we were having more than a friendly chat backhere.
She struggled to reach my back pocket without falling off my lap. Not that I was letting that happen.Jesus. All we needed was my wet dick floppingaround.
Once Tiel found my wallet, she handed my driver's license to the officer. I didn't know where her purse was hiding but I was certain it was out of reach, and hoped we could get by without complicating this evening anyfurther.
The officer shined his flashlight at my identification, glancing between the card and us several times. "You took a wrong turn if you were headed for Fort Point," he said. "This is private property, Mr.Walsh."
"It is," I replied quickly. "It'smyprivateproperty."
He gave me a dubious look and studied the darkened house for asecond.
"There's a building permit on the front window," I continued. "It's in the name of Walsh Holdings, LLC. That's me. That's my firm. Tiel, get one of my business cards. There are a few in my wallet, upfront."
He glanced at the card she presented and then pointed the flashlight at the windows in question but there was no way he could read it fromhere.
"There's also a sign on the lawn, near the mailbox, announcing this as a Walsh Associates restoration. So, yes," I conceded, "this is private property. I ownit."
