Something exploded in my brain.
She bit her lip and moaned softly. "This feels so good." Her head tipped forward. "Thinking about you fucking me, your hand on my clit—"
I couldn't take it anymore. I growled and took two steps, then I was on her, kissing her mouth, my tongue tracing her mouth as my fingers pushed under her panties, stroking her. She moaned as I rolled on a condom. I didn't bother pulling down her panties, just thrust inside of her.
"You feel so tight," I groaned as I fucked her. Hazel's legs were wide, giving me easy access. I tipped my head down, sucking on her breast, rolling the nipple around with my tongue.
I moved back to her mouth. She strained against me as I gripped her hips, sliding in and out of her tight pussy. My cock rubbed against her clit with each thrust. Already half gone from the tease show she'd given a few moments ago, her body trembled, and I could tell she was close. Hazel made these little gasping noises that drove me wild.
Her nails dug into my scalp as she came. The little whimper she made and her pussy getting so tight made me come as well. She breathed hard, her nipples still hard against my chest.
"This is a very nice factory," she whispered in my ear.
"We should go to my hotel," I told her, kissing her neck. "Then you'll really be impressed."
"I still have things to organize for the Harrogate work day," she told me.
"Right. That."
"It's important. And your business will benefit," she said lightly.
41
Hazel
Archer drove me back to my café. During the entire drive, his phone beeped and rang.
"Something wrong?" I asked.
"No," he said, kissing me. "Just business that I've been neglecting."
"We shouldn't have stayed so long at the factory. You didn't have to come. I could have gone myself," I said, feeling guilty.
Archer took my hands in his own larger ones. "Spending time with you is never a waste," he said, uncharacteristically serious. In the next moment, the loopy grin was back. "My hotel group is basically on autopilot. I have a ton of employees, even if my interns are less than stellar."
"Still, you have a lot on your plate," I said as Archer walked me to the door. "What with McKenna and the strip mall site."
Archer leaned down to kiss me. "I'll handle it. Don't worry," he said.
After Archer drove off, I sat at my computer, answering emails and questions about the art walk. A knock on the front door interrupted me.
"Did you forget something?" I called, thinking it was Archer. But when I opened the door, there was a blond woman outside.
"Did you come for lunch?" I asked, confused.
The woman smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. I held the door open, and the woman brushed past me into the café.
"So this is Hazel," she said, looking me up and down. It was obvious she wasn't impressed.
"Who are you?" I asked, trying to remain civil.
"Merla Vee. I'm Archer's mother," she preened. She was tall and thin and wearing designer clothes. In her heels, she towered over me.
"Nice to meet you." I stuck out my hand.
She ignored it. "I'm going to get straight to the point. I don't think you're good enough for my son."
"I'm sorry you feel that way," I said.
