“What the fuck are you doing?”
She looked up at me and smiled. “Putting some money on the table.”
I placed my hand on my chest. “You wound me, woman.”
Caity laughed and shook her head. “Lucy won’t let either of us pay for lunch—well, at least not with money.” She waggled her eyebrows at me, and my gaze went to the door leading to the kitchen. Yeah, I could definitely pay for lunch with a few orgasms. “This is for the server.”
I grabbed my wallet and threw a couple of hundreds on the table. “I got it.” I stood and held out my hand. She bit her lip and took it, letting me help her to her feet. Then she took a step forward and kissed my cheek, waking my dick up even more. God, I wanted this woman.
“Thank you. I hope you’re able to find Darcy’s grave and give us all some closure.”
“I always find what I’m looking for. And right now,” I said, glancing at the door, then back to Caity, “I’m gonna find me a cougar.” I winked, and she shook her head at my antics.
“It was nice to meet you, Dread. Go take care of my friend.”
I watched Caity leave, my eyes on her round ass as it swayed in the fitted skirt she wore. Cian McCarthy was a lucky son of a bitch.
I turned toward the kitchen and rubbed my hands together. Pushing the door open, I searched the room for my prey. Her eyes met mine, and they lit up like a fucking beacon. Oh yeah, she was into it.
Lucy Travers whispered to one of her chefs and sauntered in my direction. “Can I help you?”
“You sure can.” I gave her a smile that was sure to drop her panties at my feet.
“Follow me.”
I walked behind Lucy, my eyes on her ass. What could I say? I was an ass man. There was nothing sexier than a full, round set of cheeks, big enough to grab onto while I fucked a woman.
I didn’t go for skinny chicks. I had some standards. I wanted a woman with more cushion for the pushin’. She unlocked her office door, and I squeezed through the opening, making sure she felt how hard I was as I rubbed up against her.
She closed the door and locked it, and I pounced. I pushed her front against the door and sealed my lips to her neck. My hand reached around and grabbed her ample tits through her chef’s coat. I wasn’t wasting time. I still had a job to do.
I swung her around so her back was against the door, and dropped to my knees. She smelled of spices and sin. I quickly pulled her pants down with her panties and leaned forward, inhaling her scent.
“Fuck, you smell delicious.”
I shoved her jacket up to her waist and pushed my tongue between the lips of her pussy. Then I grabbed a leg, threw it over my shoulder, and dove in further. Licking and sucking as she whimpered and moaned. One hand held her jacket up, while the other fisted my hair.
On my knees in front of this woman, my thoughts were on the gorgeous redhead I’d had lunch with but would never taste. My dick wanted to punch through my zipper as I thought about Caitlin Kelley.
Was it wrong to picture another woman while having sex? Probably, but I wasn’t a saint. I never claimed to be, and I never wanted to be one.
Lucy’s moans grew louder, and I wondered if the entire restaurant could hear us. Not that I cared. I wouldn’t be here much longer. I was still here for one reason and one reason only.
To get my dick wet.
I shoved two fingers into Lucy’s wet snatch, pumping and twisting, searching for that spot that would set her off and have her coming on my face.
One thing I’d learned about older women: They might take a little longer to get there, but fuck me, when they did. When a woman in her forties or fifties came, it was like a fucking monsoon.
“Come for me, babe,” I said in a gravelly voice that drove women wild. I looked up at her, watching her face but picturing Caity’s. I bet that woman was hot when she came.
Her red hair falling in her face as she rode my dick. The same dark red hair wrapped around my hand as I fucked her from behind. God, if Lucy didn’t come soon, I would embarrass myself.
“Yes, yes, right there. Don’t stop,” she cried, and I knew she was close. I doubled my efforts, sucking her clit between my lips as I rubbed that tender spot inside her.
Her pussy clamped down on my fingers. The hand she had in my hair pulled so hard that I was afraid she’d take it with her. She screamed my name and her cream flooded over my tongue. I lapped it up like a starving kitten.
I stood up and took her face in my hands, sealing my lips to her, letting her taste what I had. She moaned into my mouth and reached for my belt. The speed at which she had my pants around my ankles was impressive.
