She would look so perfect, swollen with another baby, my baby. I can’t believe Leech is a year and a half old. I still can’t believe this is my life. Swallowing thickly, I shake my head and put all the emotional shit to bed, before I get choked up when I should be punishing my old lady, not turnin’ into a prissy bitch.
To finish what I started, I remove my clothes, yank her to the edge of my desk, and give us what we both need—a release.
It don’t take long.
She’s too fuckin’ beautiful and I’m too worked up.
Her heels dig into my ass and when those tits bounce, leaking little dribbles of milk down the soft mounds, I’m agoner. Gritting my teeth, my eyes slam closed and I’m there, breakin’ apart and bein’ glued back together by her and her pussy magic.
“Fuck,” I growl, droppin’ my chin to my chest as my legs damn near give out.
Blowing out a harsh breath, I massage my woman’s hips for a beat before I force her to sit up. I cup her tear-stained cheeks and make her look me in the eye as I swipe the dampness away with my thumbs. “I love you more than life itself. Now, this secret party damn well better be perfect. Leech deserves the best.”
She dips her chin, far too cute for her own good. “It will be.”
“Don’t do this shit again.” I tighten my grip on her face to get my point across.
The goddamn woman rolls her eyes. “Oh. I will.”
“Sugar… Tits.”
“What? Let’s not pretend like you don’t like how I am. It pisses ya off, but you still fuck me senseless.”
“You need to be taught a lesson.”
She bats her pretty lashes at me. “What lesson is that? Orgasms? Yep. A real hardship, big guy.” The snarky woman has the audacity to grin up at me and pat my pecs. “Now carry me home, so I can shower. I’m sure Tati needs a break from our daughter.”
It’s my turn to take a page outta Bink’s book of sass and roll my eyes.
She snorts and slaps my chest.
I smirk. “You’re lucky I love you,” I comment as I break away long enough to collect our clothes and shove my t-shirt over her head. She lifts it to her nose and inhales.
My stupid heart thumps just watchin’ her.
When she sniffs it again, she groans and my stupid cock twitches.
Yep. It’s time to get her home before we spend the rest of the day holed up here, bangin’ like bunnies. Not exactly a hardship, but I’ve got about a million things to do—club business shit.
Someone pounds on my office door.
“You about done, Prez?” Viper calls from outside.
“Yes, we are,” Bink answers for me as I scowl at the closed door. She pats me on the chest again as a low growl emanates from my throat. “It’s fine, babe. We were done anyhow. I’ll see you at home.” She flashes me a genuine grin, swings her legs, and hops off the desk. Rising onto her tippy toes, my shirt kissing her knees, she pecks me on the lips. “I love you, thank you for the punishment.” She winks and slowly backs away, still smiling as she opens the door. Viper takes one look at me naked, then at Bink.
He massages the nape of his neck and finds the ceiling real quick. “Sorry, Prez. But we got a situation.”
Bink pats Viper on the chest, and I growl. She shouldn’t touch him. She shouldn’t touch anyone besides me.
“Sugar Tits,” I warn, and she flashes me a knowing grin over her shoulder before she sashays away barefoot. “It’s freezing out. Don’t forget shoes before you head home,” I call to her retreating back.
“I can take care of myself.”
I growl… again.
Viper smirks at her reply, and I open my mouth to put the woman in her place, but shake my head instead. As much as I love sparring with my old lady, I’ve got shit to do.
Picking my pants up off the floor, I shove my legs into them as Viper spills the newest Remy mess we’re dealin’ with.
