I quickly slid on a condom and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I slammed into her. Her gasp was loud, and the back of her head thumped against the door as she rode my dick.
This was what I loved about older women. I didn’t have to work as hard. Their sex drive was heightened. Something about hormones. They fucked like a teenage boy, never getting enough.
Lucy dug her heels into my back, her hands clasped together behind my neck as she leaned back and bounced on my dick.
“That’s it, babe. Take what you need.”
“Dread, oh God. Fuck me.”
I carried her to the desk. With one hand on her ass, I swiped the desk clear with the other and laid her down. I lifted her legs in the air and thrust in and out, picking up speed with every sound that spilled from her.
“Come on, babe, let the whole fucking restaurant hear how good you’re gettin’ it. Scream for me when you come on my dick.”
I reached forward and pinched her nipple, tugging and twisting it. I felt her walls start to flutter, and I moved faster, my rhythm thrown off by the force of her movements.
“DREAD!” she screamed as her whole body stiffened. Her pussy squeezed my dick so fucking hard I had to stop moving. Just the force of her walls tightening around me had me shooting my load into the condom.
“Fuck, babe.”
Lucy giggled, and it never ceased to turn me on when a woman laughed after sex. That the joy I’d just given her was so fucking strong it spilled out.
I pinched the base of my dick, holding the condom in place as I slipped out of her. Dropping to my knees, I cleaned her up the best way I knew how. In only minutes she was coming for the third time.
“Stop, please.” Her knees clamped around my head, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s too sensitive.”
I stood up, removing the condom and tying it up. I tossed it in the trash can and said, “Just making sure you got your money’s worth.”
That line always had the possibility of going the wrong way, but when Lucy laughed and asked, “Did you?” as she smiled at me, I knew she got it.
“A fantastic lunch, and even better dessert? Fuck yeah, I did.” Lucy lay naked, sprawled out on her desk as I pulled up my jeans and buckled my belt.
I grabbed her clothes and held my hand out to her. She waved me off.
“I’m gonna lie here a bit. No way can I go back out there right now.”
In my head, I patted myself on the back for a job well done.
“You mind slipping out the back?” she asked
The woman read my mind. I smiled and said, “Don’t mind at all.”
I leaned over and kissed her one more time. “Maybe I’ll see you again if I’m in Boston.”
“Anytime, Dread. Dinner’s on me.” She smiled, and I slipped out of her office. I ran into a server who stared at me with lust in her eyes.
She bit her lip, and I looked at my watch. “Sorry, babe. I got a plane to catch.”
The disappointment was clear. For us both. I slipped into the alley behind the restaurant and made my way back to my bike. The area was a combination of commercial and residential buildings, and as I turned to walk down another alley that would lead me to the street, I froze.
“Son of a bitch,” I whispered.
I ducked behind the dumpster so I wouldn’t be seen by Sylvia St. James. The world believed she was dead, yet here she was in fucking Boston of all places. She slipped around the building, and I’d planned to follow her, knowing I’d never catch my flight, when I heard a scream.
I pulled my gun from the holster inside my coat and moved quietly into the building. The sound of fighting came from below me, and I slipped quietly down the stairs to the basement apartment.
I peered around the partially open door and found Tyran Fitzpatrick beating the hell out of Cian McCarthy. I wasn’t proud of it, but for a split second my mind went to Caity, and the fact that if Cian was dead, she’d be available.
I’d done my research on the O’Malley family. I knew all about them. And I knew that Tyran Fitzpatrick had betrayed his best friend and was on the run. Knowing Sylvia St. James had just walked out of the building told me she was the one helping him hide.
