“OhDaddy,” she whispers seductively, eyes never straying from mine as she reaches forward and grabs the front of myshirt. “I’m going to make sureyoucan’t walk straight by the time we have to leave on Saturday.”
Ay dios mio,I groan and she leans forward, pressing a kiss to my neck before standing up and walking to the back room to get started on her work duties. I watch her walk away from me, swaying those hips tantalizingly and my fingers curl into fists.
I need her.
I want her.
Quickly checking the time, I see I have at least forty minutes before my next client comes in and that seems likejustenough time to jump start our two days in heaven.
I give her a five minute headstart.
I don’t want Asher to have any reason to come back and find us. Luckily, the creep booked a four-hour session.
Making my way back there, I try to be nonchalant. I try to not draw attention, and again–luckily, Asher’s too focused on his work so I don’t think he sees.
Hopefully he’ll think I just went to the bathroom.
Because let me tell you, this isn’t going to take long. I’m going to bend her over that table and make her bite down on her arm to keep from screaming.
Fuck, I’m already getting hard just imagining it.
I open the door, quietly shutting it behind me. Roxie turns slowly, a knowing grin on her face like she was waiting for me.
“Come here, Daddy,” Roxie purrs, leaning back against the counter and slowly, so tantalizingly slowly, she unzips the hoodie she’s wearing. “Show me how much you want me.”
“Ohcariño, I’ll show you.” I take a chair from the small table in the middle of the room and jam it under the doorknob so at least if Asher tries to come back here, I’ll have a few seconds headstart. “But are you going to be a good girl and stay quiet?”
Roxie slides the hoodie off her shoulders, letting the fabric fall away.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” I say reverently, crossing the room faster than I thought possible. Never underestimate a man in love when he’s horny.
“Show me,” she says strongly. Like a goddess in charge, as she opens her legs wider.
I need to get her naked.Now.
My jaw clenches as I move quickly at her order, and I kiss her hard. My hands move to her waistband, popping the button and pulling the zipper of her tiny-fucking-shorts down.
“We don’t have time to do this properly,” I whisper roughly in her ear. “So you’re going to have to be quiet and follow directions, baby. Can you do that?”
“Yeah, Daddy, I can,” she whispers breathlessly at my words. With her permission obtained, I flip her around so she’s trapped between me and the counter. I wanted the table, but now that I think about it, the table might scratch on the floor or squeak. Not to mention I might be slightly traumatized by the last table we fucked on.
No, counter’s better.
My dick’s already raging against the jeans I’m wearing, begging to be let free.
“Are you sure, baby? Are you going to be a good girl for me?” I cup her neck with my stretched hand and tip her head back so she’s arching against me. “Tell me, baby, tell me you’ll be good and quiet and I’ll fuck you right here.”
I grind into her, my hard cock slotting between her cheeks in a way that makes me clench my teeth and take a steadyingbreath. I know we have to be quick, but I don’t want this to endembarrassinglyquickly.
“I’ll be your good girl,” she whispers. I feel her throat vibrate under my hand and I tighten my hold on her neck a little more. When she doesn’t react right away, I worry that I’ve pushed it too far.
Fuck, I lessen the hold, quickly dropping my hand but my girl, my strong girl, pushes back into me and whines, “More.”
“Anything for you.” My hand goes back to her throat and I tighten just a little, just enough to make her sigh in satisfaction and both of her hands wrap around my arm holding her. “We don’t have a lot of time.” I say it more for myself than for her, reminding us that we’re on the clock.
“Then you better hurry,” she sasses back and I growl in her ear.
“Careful, Roxanne.”
