I can see the hearts practically floating out of her eyes like one of them fucking cartoons Stella used to watch.
Fuck me. I drag a hand over the scruff on my jaw.I’m gonna have to end this.It’s not fair to keep this shit going when I know exactly how it ends. She’ll start wanting shit that I’m never going to give her.
“I missed you, baby” she purrs.
I grunt.
I didn’t miss her.
I don’t miss people.That’s not how I’m built. I come, I go. I come back. There’s no missing in between.
She leans forward and my eyes fall to her cleavage.
I mean… One more time won’t hurt.
“C’mon,” I grunt, pushing off the reception desk and heading toward the back hallway.
Her heels click against the tile behind me, and I shove open the men’s bathroom door with my palm. She slips in behind me and I flip the lock.
I don’t waste any time. She knows what this is.
Spinning her around by the shoulders so she’s facing the door, I press into her back.
“Hands on the door,” I tell her, my voice rough from thirty-six hours of no sleep.
She does what she’s told and flattens her palms against the metal door.
“Good girl.”
Reaching around, I grab the hem of her skirt and hike it up around her hips. “You ready for me?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
Gungho to bust a nut, I flick open the button on my jeans and whip out my dick.
Condom, dumbass.
Jesus. I scrub a hand over my face. I need some fucking sleep. I’m not usually this fucking careless.
Digging my wallet out of my back pocket, I pull out a foil packet and roll it on.
The last thing I need is some bitch coming up pregnant. Hell no. Fuck that noise. No glove, no love.
Amy wiggles her ass.
Oh. Right.
Reaching between her legs, I slide her panties to the side and slam inside her.
She gasps.
“You wanted it, baby. Now you got it.”
I don’t wait for her to catch her breath. That’s not what this is, there’s no sweet words or tender caress. This is a quick fuck before I go to the clubhouse and sleep for twelve hours. It’s me emptying my balls and her getting to say she got dicked by a King.
“Harder,” she pants, her forehead dropping to the door. “Journey?—”
I grip her hips and give her what she’s begging for.
