She shuddered out a moan when I focused my attention on her clit, flicking the head of my cock against it. Goddamn, she was so fucking tempting, the heat of her pussy beckoning me inside.
I knew as soon as I sank deep, I’d want to spend all fucking night there. Would want to see how many times I could make her come. How many times I could fill her up.
But once again, time wasn’t on our side.
Sounds from the bar filtered into the office continuously, reminding me anyone could walk in at a moment’s notice. And I had no intention of allowing them to see Sutton spread out, completely naked, taking every inch of my cock. That was for my eyes and my eyes only.
“Let’s see if I remember what you like.”
The statement was a joke. Of course I remembered. I couldn’t fucking forget. Our single hour together played on a loop in my mind every night when I closed my eyes, no matter how desperately I’d tried to stop it.
I notched myself against her entrance and locked my eyes with hers as I pushed inside, groaning over the tight fist of her cunt. “I think your pussy was sent here to destroy me.”
She wrapped her fingers around my forearm, her nails digging crescents into my skin. “You say the sweetest things.”
“And you shouldn’t be saying anything at all.” I pressed my thumb against her clit, rubbing it in fast, tight circles. “We bothknow I remember exactly what you like. Now, hurry up and come on my cock before someone walks in.”
“Don’t tell me what to—” She broke off on a moan when I tilted my hips and drove into her in fast, shallow thrusts. The head of my cock brushed her G-spot with every stroke, and I didn’t relent.
I pressed down on her stomach with one hand, rubbing her clit with the other. All the while squeezing my ass cheeks in an effort not to blow before she came. She felt fucking incredible, all wet and tight and warm, her pussy pulsing around me as I pushed her exactly where she needed to go.
“C’mon, trouble. Show me how much you’ve missed my cock so I can slide so fucking deep and fill you up.”
Her eyes heated at my words, and when I flicked my finger against her clit faster, she let out a long, low moan. As soon as I felt that first rhythmic pulse on my cock, I stopped holding myself back.
“There’s my good girl. Such a good fucking girl for me, making me come so hard.” I settled myself deep, my hips pressed against the soft flesh of her thighs, and spilled inside her as she came around me.
For long moments, all I could do was brace myself over her, my forehead pressed between her tits, my heartbeat pounding loudly in my ears. By degrees, everything came back to me—the fact that I was in the office of my family’s bar, that I’d fucked Sutton on the desk, and that I’d done so without a fucking condom. Then the reason we were back here in the first place slammed into me like a ton of bricks.
While an orgasm courtesy of Sutton’s demon pussy helped to calm the raging beast inside, the need for retribution still overwhelmed me. I forced myself to pull out of her, only allowing myself the briefest glimpse of my come spilling out of her before I grabbed a tissue and cleaned her up.
“Where’s Laurel?” I asked, sharper than I’d intended, but I was pissed at myself that I hadn’t thought of her until now.
Sutton shot me a look as she tugged on her sweater. “You just had your dick inside me, and you’re asking about my daughter?”
“I don’t know where your ex went, and I want to make sure she’s safe, trouble. Is she at the cottage?”
At my words, the crease between her brows melted away, and she shook her head. “She’s staying over at a friend’s house tonight.”
I nodded once, relief I wasn’t ready to examine swamping me. “Good.”
“What do you mean, good?”
Without answering her, I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my phone. “Add your numbers so I have them.” At her cocked brow, I added a gruff, “Please.”
She exhaled a heavy sigh but did as I asked before handing my phone back. “What are you going to do now?”
“Take you home. And then I’m going to make sure your ex got the message.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
SUTTON
Thankgod Laurel was staying at Cami’s tonight, because I had no idea how I would’ve explained my…everything…otherwise. It’d been hours since One Night Stan’s, and I was still reeling from the events of the night.
I didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing that Quinn had been gone when Atlas and I had emerged from the office. She’d left my purse with Lincoln, along with a message that she’d had to make an emergency house call. It meant there’d been no questions when Atlas and I had left together, though there had been plenty of curious looks tossed our way. Something I had no doubt I was going to have to contend with at some point.
The grumpy beast had followed me home, going as far as walking me to the cottage. He’d glared at the cheap lock on the doorknob as if it had personally offended him before ordering me to stay inside and then storming back to his black SUV.
