I freeze, letting her adjust to the invasion. She’s tight. So fucking tight. It feels like home. It feels like victory.
"Gabriel," she sobs, her head falling back against my shoulder.
I start to move.
My phone vibrates again, and this time it doesn’t fucking stop.
I grit my teeth, ignoring it while I pull back and thrust again, harder this time. But it just keeps fucking buzzing.
"Fuck," I bite out, reaching into my pocket with one hand, keeping the other on Blair’s hip to keep her in place. My fingers dent her skin and I hope I leave marks.
I reach into my pocket, intending to silence it. But when I glance at the screen, my jaw clenches.
Ryder.
The little shit has perfect timing.
Rage flares in my gut, hot and toxic. No doubt he’s calling to whine. To complain after James Thornton undoubtedly riled him up.
I look at the screen. I look at the back of Blair’s head.
A dark, twisted idea forms in my mind.
It’s cruel. It’s unnecessary.
It’s perfect.
"Be quiet," I whisper to Blair.
Her eyes widen. "What?"
I answer the call and hit speaker.
I set the phone on the ladder shelf, right next to a box of glass ornaments.
"What," I bark into the phone.
I pull my hips back slowly, agonizingly, until just the head remains inside her. Blair’s trembling. She realizes what I’ve done. She tries to clamp down, to pull away, but I’m not letting her go. I drive into her harder, a silent warning.
Not a sound.
"Dad?" Ryder’s voice fills the space between us. He sounds agitated. "Did you seriously tell James Thornton that Blair’s working for you?"
I grind my thumb into Blair’s hip bone as I begin a rhythm. Slow. Punishing. In. Out. She squeezes her eyes shut, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle a moan.
"I did," I say, my voice steady even as sweat beads on my skin and prickles at the back of my neck. "Is that a problem?"
I pull almost all the way out, then slam back in.
Blair’s whole body shakes. A tiny, high-pitched whimper escapes her throat.
"What was that noise?" Ryder asks.
"The TV," I lie smoothly even as I bite back my own groan when Blair tightens around my dick. "I'm watching the news. Focus, Ryder."
"It's embarrassing!" he shouts. "She’s my ex-girlfriend. You can’t just hire her. Everyone is going to think I couldn't handle her so my daddy had to step in."
I almost laugh.
