“Ican’t believe this. It’s like I’m living in an alternate reality.” I watch as Willow paces back and forth, making sharp turns every time she hits the edge of the room. We only got home a few minutes ago. She kicked off her high heels, which is a damn shame because when I take Willow to calm her down, I’d have loved for her to be in nothing but them while bent over the first available surface. “A federal indictment, racketeering conspiracy, wire fraud, money laundering. That’s not a normal people crime, Jace.”
“It sure the fuck isn’t.” I’ve got no idea how this will affect Industrial Steel or the employees, me included.
“A whole operation, years of it. Shell companies, fake investments, moving money into accounts overseas like it was nothing, and oh my god, he had me do all of the accounting for each company he acquired. Son of a bitch, if I’m charged because of this, he won’t have to worry about going to prison. I’ll kill him before he gets a chance.” The charges she’s talking about include racketeering under RICO and multiple counts of wire fraud. Money laundering—international, not only domestic. Obstruction. Apparently, lying wasn’t enough; he had to try to cover it up, too.
“Peaches.” I’m going to try to get her mind off what’s been going on. Except I was raised by a woman and grew up withanother one. Willow needs this; she needs to vent, and it also solidifies that she needs to meet my mother and sister.
“I know. A snake in the grass is still a snake. The man can dress up in suits, put on the front of a decent man, but at the end of the day, it doesn’t change what’s underneath.” She’s running out of steam. My hand stops her during one pace, and I pull her into my chest, then walk with her through the house. She doesn’t even realize I lost my boots and tee, and my jeans were already half undone.
“Peaches.” I drop my voice, whispering it across the skin beneath her ear, and finally, she settles.
“Oh god,” she breathes when I drag her dress up her body. My fingers sink inside her panties, the tips hitting bare skin and slick moisture.
“Fuck, Willow. You’re soaked. This all it takes, peaches?” Her head tips back, and my lips slide lower as I sink two fingers inside her. Willow’s cunt squeezes me, nearly causing me to stop in my tracks.
“Jace, more.” I curl my fingers upward, using the palm of my hand to rub her clit and wishing like hell it were my cock inside her right now.
“About to give you a whole lot more. Look straight ahead.” We’re in the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror, and she’s about to watch as I fuck her with my fingers and then my cock. “Look, peaches. Want you naked. Think you can do that without losing my fingers?” I ask her, my hand working between her ass and my cock as the rasp of my zipper and heavy panting vibrate through the room.
“Yes.” She bends over the slightest bit, taking the fabric of her dress out of my hands and slipping it over her head.
“Christ, never get over seeing you encased in all this fancy lace but like it a hell of a lot more on the floor.” She drops herdress to the floor, and as I’m stepping out of my jeans, she flicks the clasp on her bra, and it meets the rest of our clothes.
“Don’t want to lose your fingers, but I want your cock, too.” The reflection in the mirror shows the desire on her face. Willow’s biting her bottom lip, hands flat on the counter as she tips her ass upward, giving me the room I need to bury myself inside her.
“Christ, peaches.” I don’t move my hips, staying buried to the hilt inside her. I move my hand to wrap it around her waist before gliding upward. Willow’s ragged breathing spurs on my own. “Watch. Watch as my cock tunnels in and out of your tight cunt.” My voice is thick and gravelly, and I lean in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear as my hand cups her breast in a possessive hold.
“Jace.” She pushes her ass into my groin, lifts her toes up, and then drops back down.
“You’re going to be the death of me, you realize that, right?” I grunt, shifting back a notch, watching as my cock slides out of her, drenched with her wetness. The lips of her pussy flare around my length. It’s a goddamn masterpiece.
“I don’t see you complaining.” I pull all the way back, leaving only the tip inside her, then slam inside her so hard, her body jars.
“Not at fucking all.” My low chuckle vibrates against her spine. The hand I don’t have on her breast slides to the apex of her thigh, opening her more, needing to get as deep as possible. I plant her knee on the vanity. Christ, it gives me an even better fucking view than before.
I don’t waste another second. My focus locks in with an intensity I’m not sure I’ve ever had before. And sure, a bed would be better, it’d be a hell of a lot more comfortable for her, but with the way her gaze is moving from my eyes to our connection, I’d say Willow likes this as much as I do, if not more.
My strokes that were slow and tortuously deep piston in and out, still going just as deep, but the way Willow’s head is thrashing side to side, I know she’s close.
“Play with yourself, peaches. Put your pretty fingers to work while I fuck you with my cock.” Her muscles tighten around me, and she does what I ask. Manicured fingertips slip and slide, circling her clit. Each time I withdraw, teasing her with the loss of my cock before surging back in to bottom out inside her again, Willow’s moans go higher in octave.
“Jace, please,” she sobs, taking her other hand off the counter, tunneling it in the back of my head, and digging in deep.
“I’ve got you, peaches. Come for me. Drench me and come for me.” Her eyes close, stomach quivering, and I’m sucked into a vortex that’s Willow Ashford and Willow Ashford alone. Searing, blinding heat coils tighter in my gut, my fucking balls draw tight, and that combined with Willow’s climax coming hot and heavy sends another wave rushing through me.
“Jace, I’m coming.” I’m right on the edge with her.
“Now,” I groan. My breathing is jagged, and I bury my nose in the crook of her neck. Willow is pulling me right along with her. I no longer need to hold back, not when she pulses around my dick like she is. I deliver one final deep thrust as she shatters in my arms.
“Jace.” My body snaps tight, pouring everything into her. My name is the only thing she says, echoing off the walls. Willow’s energy fades, and she gives me all her weight. Sadly, I lose her heat, my cock sliding out of her, but I do one better: I spin her around and pick her up.
“Wrap your legs around me, peaches. I dirtied you up, so it’s only right to clean you just as thoroughly.
“I’m not sure I can take another orgasm, Jace,” she murmurs against my chest.
“Don’t worry, I’ll do all the work.” I press a kiss against the side of her head, carry her toward the shower, and do exactly that.
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