I lower her slowly, agonizingly, until just the head of my cock breaches her entrance.
She gasps, a muffled sound against my shoulder.
She’s tight. So tight it hurts.
“Please,” she begs, her nails clawing at my jacket. “Please, Gabriel. More.”
“Not here,” I grit out, sweat beading on my forehead as her hips roll against mine, desperate to sink down just another inch.
I hold her there, my fingers digging into her hip to hold her still. Just the tip buried inside her tight, wet heat. It’s agony. It’s the best feeling I’ve ever had.
I want to drive into her. I want to slam her down and pound into her until she can’t remember her own name, let alone my son’s.
But I won’t do it here.
I want to see every expression on her face when I fill her. I need to hear every sound she makes. I need to lay her body out like an offering before me so I can worship her the way she deserves.
And I’m sure as fuck not using protection when I do it.
I never planned to.
I’ve been tracking her for months. I know her cycle.
And I know she’s fertile.
Right now.
And I’m going to put my baby in her.
I’m going to bind her to me with DNA and blood, and she’s going to give me everything.
She tries to push down, to take more of me, but I hold her firm.
“More,” she begs as frustrated tears slip down her cheeks.
“Not yet,’ I say, pulling out.
She whines, a sound of devastating loss, and tries to chase me, but I’m already adjusting her dress, covering the prize I intend to claim in about thirty seconds.
I tuck myself away, zip my pants, ignoring the throbbing ache in my balls that demands satisfaction.
“Up,” I snarl.
I grab her hand and drag her out of the booth.
She stumbles, dazed, her legs clearly not working right. Good.
I pull her toward the back hallway. I know the layout of Red Rum since I’m here so often doing business. I know exactly which door leads to the private VIP lounge that has a lock on the inside.
The bouncer starts to turn toward us, sees my face, and immediately looks at the floor.
Smart man.
I kick the door open and shove Blair inside.
It’s dark. Smells like leather and cedar. There’s a velvet sofa against the wall.
It’s perfect.
