"Don't run," he says, leveling a stare at me. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to avoid smiling because although his glare makes others scurry away, it only makes me want him more.
Salvador waits for a response, and I pretend to think it over.
"Fine, but I’ll walk quickly."
He doesn't appear happy with this compromise, but he releases his hold on me. It makes me adore him all the more. He might not want to do this, but he’s willing to do it for me.
"I'll give you a thirty-second head start, so you better get moving." He nods toward the office door.
"Thirty?" Why not a minute?
"One, two, three," he starts.
"Wait! You have to go ‘one Mississippi, two Mississippi.’ You're counting too fast!"
"Eight, nine," he keeps on counting.
“Mississippi," I shout at him before I spin around and take off.
Chapter 10
Salvador
“Clear the south wing!” I shout to Edward when I exit my office.
I hear him on the intercom giving the order as I take off in that direction. Did I happen to glance at my phone and see which direction Jema went in? Of course I did. I never said I wasn’t going to find her by any means necessary. I’d agreed to let her speed walk away from me; that was enough of a concession on my part. If she thought I wouldn’t use every advantage to find her, she was sorely mistaken.
A few of the housekeepers hurry past me in the opposite direction as I stalk down the hallway. I know exactly where Jema headed and where she’s hiding. It was a mistake for her to stop while I’m hot on her heels, but I can’t say I’m not just as excited as she is.
The moment I turn the corner, I go straight for the billiard room and shut the heavy wood doors behind me. The sound of the lock clicking into place is loud, but I decided to take an extra measure to keep her here with me.
“I know you’re in here, kitten,” I say softly as I go over to the wall and grab a pool stick. “Rest assured, there’s no escape.”
I slide the pool stick through the door handles and wedge it into place. Once it’s secure, I turn around and face the room.
“The longer you make me hunt, the harder I get.” My heart is beating against my chest, and the sound is almost deafening in the quiet space. “But I think that’s exactly what you’re trying to do.”
There’s a flutter behind the curtains followed by a small squeak. I grin to myself as I slowly stalk in that direction. The room is dimly lit, and the clouds outside give it a spooky feeling as I walk around the pool table. As soon as I do, the curtains twitch again, and I have to cover my mouth to keep from laughing.
Jema’s fuzzy slippers are poking out from the bottom of the curtain as she tries to hide behind them. It’s the most adorable and hilarious thing I’ve ever seen, and somehow it only makes me want her more. How can this craving I have for her keep getting more intense? I have a feeling that even when I have her in every way possible, it still won’t be enough to satisfy my need for her.
Moving closer, I grab the edge of the curtain and jerk it back. Only when I do, Jema isn’t standing there. She stuck her slippers under the curtain to trick me, and as soon as I realize what she’s done, I whip around to see her at the door, trying to pry off the pool stick to escape.
“Oh, kitten. You are going to pay for that,” I say as I run to the door, and she squeals loudly. She’s in my arms before she can wrench the pool stick free, and I carry her over to the pool table.
“Wait, it was just a joke,” she pleads.
“It’s too late for mercy now,” I tell her as I lay her on the pool table and reach for her bottoms. A wooden cover is kept on the pool table to preserve the felt when it’s not in use. I never cared about the benefits before, but now I see it gives me a flat surface that’s the perfect height to eat my wife’s cunt. “You’re going to lie here like a good little girl and take your punishment.”
The sound of her panties ripping is loud as I yank them off of her and toss the scraps to the floor. As soon as the lower half of her body is bare, I get on my knees and pull her ass to the edge.
Her pussy is soft and warm and so fucking wet against my mouth as I bury my face in it. My hands curl around her thighs, and I keep her locked in place as I lick every sweet inch of her cunt and moan my approval.
“Salvador!” The sound of her shouting my name as I suck on her clit makes me feel like a god.
“Louder,” I order as I do it again, and she gives me what I want. There’s a sick part of me that wants her to scream loud enough that Joey can hear her cries of pleasure. Maybe that’s wrong, but I don’t give a fuck. She’s mine now, and I want him to know she belongs to only me.
Her hips buck, and I pin her down with my forearm as I keep eating her pussy. She’s so wet she’s dripping onto the table, and I can feel her body shaking with the need to cum.
