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“Honey. Is that you?” Her voice hit me like a migraine, and I pulled in a lungful of air.
What the fuck.
Francesca rounded the corner, holding a half-empty glass of bubbles.
“I see you’ve made yourself at home. How did you get in?”
“Your concierge recognized me... thought it was odd yourfiancéedidn’t have a key to your apartment.”
Well, he’s fired.
“I tried calling,” she offered, aware of my lukewarm reception.
I walked into the kitchen, threw my keys and wallet on the counter, and headed to the bar. Pouring myself a whiskey, I gulped it down in one lug, the warmth sliding down my throat.
“Where did you go?” Her tone was terse, almost obtuse.
“I had a few things to attend to.” I poured another drink, then walked over, collapsing on the armchair.
“At eleven at night?”
I nodded, not caring to elaborate.
“I see.”
When I looked up, she was in front of me. Bending down, she placed her legs on either side of mine, so she was straddling me, and my dick sprang to life.
I groaned.
This was wrong. So wrong.
She clasped my face, and I put my hand up to hers, pulling it back down.
“What is it you want, Francesca?” I asked, feeling confused and defeated.
What was wrong with me?Here was a beautiful woman on my lap, grinding on my dick, and I was too much of a pussy to fuck her?
“I want you to fuck me, Connor. Why else do you think I’m here?”
I laughed. “Shit! I don’t know, maybe to talk? See how my new role as CEO is going? Have you once asked me about that?”
She leaned forward. Her glossy lips brushed my neck, and I wrestled with the emotions.
“Relax,” she breathed out in a whisper.
I closed my eyes. An image of Pepper’s black curls and chocolate eyes immediately came to mind. Her velvet mouth traced my neck, down my jaw, and I groaned out. Maybe I could go through with this if I just thought about Pepper. Hands clawed at my chest, slowly unbuttoning my shirt, and I tried to ignore the clicking of nails. Her lips nipped my jawline, sucking and panting with each kiss. My balls clenched, and my dick thickened at my seam, then I felt the tug of my belt buckle.
“That’s it, just relax.” Immediately, I was pulled out of my Pepper wet dream with a voice that cut razor-sharp.
Fuck, no.
Francesca’s voice shook me out of my Pepper coma, and I jerked back into the armchair. My hands fell around her wrists, stopping her from unbuckling my pants.
“What the fuck, Connor?” she barked, her face blooming with anger.
“Not tonight.”
“Well, your dick says otherwise,” she said, slipping her leg off me to stand and nearly losing her balance.
