I won’t be like that.
I drive the hour to the opposing team’s stadium, where Mia is waiting for me in the stands.
“Hello there,” she says, her smile dropping into a look of surprise as I take her hand, leaning over her. “Is something wrong?”
“You need to come with me, right now.”
She’s confused, but obeys. She follows me through the box, to the bathroom.
“Dom, what are we doing?” She whispers.
Wordlessly, I pull her in behind me and lock the door.
Mia frowns at me as I turn to face her. “Dom?”
I charge at her, pulling her against me and kissing her. She responds instantly, wrapping her arms around my neck. I back her against the counter, dropping to my knees and pressing my face into her lap.
My hands roam up her thighs, underneath the hem of her dress, and she’s wearing those fucking sexy suspenders again. I push her dress up, yanking her panties aside and pressing my tongue into her hot cunt.
“Dom!” She cries out, quickly clapping a hand over her mouth. She moans against her palm as I fuck her relentlessly with my tongue.
This has to be fast, someone will discover us, someone will come looking, but I need to do this. I need to own this woman’s body for just a few minutes and remind myself that she belongs tomenow.
I’m drunk on her scent and her taste, so intoxicating as it mixes with the remnants of my rage. I suck hungrily at her clit, her thighs trembling and the ragged pitch of her breathing telling me she’s about to come apart.
And when she does, shaking and panting, I have to press a hand to my groin to relieve the ache, to stop myself exploding in my trousers right here on the floor. There’d be no covering that up.
I keep my face buried between her legs until she calms. She lets out a long sigh, followed by a satisfied laugh as I pull her clothing back into place and get to my feet.
“Well, that was a surprise,” she murmurs.
“I needed it.” I press my lips to hers. “Sorry, probably completely crazy.”
“You do seem to have a thing for exhibitionism, Mr Graves.” She laughs breathlessly against my mouth. “But I have to say I don’t really mind.”
I sneak her back out into the corridor, and we nonchalantly make our way through the gathering to take our seats in the stands.
I watch the lads annihilate the opposing team, my dick still obscenely hard from eating out my son’s ex-wife. A malevolent part of me is thrilled at it all, and I know that probably makes me a terrible father. Sitting here rejoicing in all the things going right in my life while Archie’s falls apart?
I’m a piece of shit.
The voices in my head creep in with venomous words, telling me I should be ashamed. Telling me I should know better.
But with Mia’s scent coating my beard, I can’t even force myself to feel bad anymore.
And tomorrow, she’s taking me to Paris.
This week has been a rollercoaster, but it’s about to be perfect.
23
MIA
Dominic doesn’t even complainabout the train. He’s too busy being agitated that he can’t touch me in public. His eyes stray over my body in a way that has me smirking, and it’s thrilling knowing he wants me so badly. Something about this being a secret, being hidden away, even the fact that it’swrong, makes it so hot.
We reach Gare du Nord at four o’clock, and the driver sent by the perfume company is waiting for us with a fancy sign. He looks confused by the man at my side, but says nothing.
“I booked you a suite on the same floor as mine,” I tell Dominic lightly in the car. “I thought it’d be more comfortable for you to have your own space.”
