Is he seriously handing me off to Magnum?
A weird pang hits my stomach, but I do my best to ignore it.
Does itreallymatter who is responsible for the orgasm if I get to come?
My eyes meet Magnum’s. His hands are wrapped around the table, and he’s no longer relaxed and nonchalant.
His energy screams that he’s trying to determine the best way to toss my husband off the roof without Hawk stopping him.
Huh.
The rivalry between them is kinda hot.
Maybe it’s unhealthy, but the thought of them fighting over me makes me feel wanted.
Dammit.
I probably need to see a therapist.
Chapter Twenty-One
Magnum
Vanessa doesn’t run toward the hallway with the bathrooms, but she sways her way there at a brisk pace.
I follow her with my eyes glued to her ass and thick hips. My mouth literally fucking waters as I imagine what she’s going to taste like. I got a nice sample when I sucked her pussy clean after coming all over it last night. It was hot as fuck tasting the two of us mixed together.
She has to be soaked in slick from all the teasing she just experienced.
I don’t know what game Moretti is playing. When she got up, he caught my eye and nodded for me to follow. There was no doubt I was going to, even without his prodding.
Hawk spots me tracking behind Vanessa and sighs, shaking his head.
If he tries to stop me, this will get ugly.
His nostrils flare as she gives an awkward wave and continues past him. He’s much more focused on his job than I’ve been, and I can see the exact moment he catches her scent.
It must click that she’s hardcore perfuming because he doesn’t stop me as I stalk her down the hallway.
My cock is rock hard just from the glimpses I got of Moretti’s hand in her panties. The way her mouth fell open when he did something she liked didn’t help the state in my jeans.
She disappears into one of the bathrooms on the left side of the hallway, and I slip my boot into the gap before she can close the door.
Tart green apples mixed with cinnamon and nutmeg hits my nose as I slide inside.
Vanessa’s chest heaves, and her cheeks are pink as is her neck. “Mag…” She sounds desperate, and I intend to take care of her.
I just need to make sure we won’t be interrupted. Closing the door, I flip the lock and take note of the space. This place is fancy, and the hallway has several individual women’s rooms on the left, with men’s bathrooms on the right.
That’s one small mercy.
If some poor woman has to take a piss, she’ll have other options.
There’s a toilet, a fancy sink, a marble countertop with a bunch of products, and a small chair in the corner next to a cabinet.
By the time I turn back to Vanessa, she’s already lunging at me.
My hands land on her jaw, tilting her face up to mine as I crash my lips to hers. I tease my thumbs over her cheeks, noting how warm her skin is compared to mine. It’s not burning hot like she was in the middle of the night, but it’s something to keep an eye on.
