“What? I thought she was pregnant. Do you think?”
“I don’t know, but she did say her baby’s father was at the hotel. It seems you hotel men can’t stay away from the front desk. Did you watch me all the time?”
I nodded, moving my hand to her thigh, sprawling my fingers over her flesh. “Yes, and I don’t know how many times I’ve been tempted to choke a motherfucker through the TV. Are you upset?”
“No, I know those cameras are there anyway. Anybody could be watching. It’s just makes me feel special. I’d thought you wanted to fire me.”
“I’m sorry. I tried to come off indifferent in front of others, but something about you made it difficult. I didn’t know how to approach you and demand you marry me. You tested my limits of self-control.”
She giggled, then grasped my chin and tilted my head downward to the sight of the shirt. It rode up and her pink pussy was covered with a small thatch of wet, blonde curls. “I wonder how much more I can test them,” she said, straddling my lap.
“You don’t need to test them at the moment,” I replied, running my hands over her bare bottom and grinding her pussy on my pants. Her hands reached between us, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled out my cock. She stroked from the base to tip using two hands before sliding down my legs and down to her knees. Rachael smiled up at me with my cock in one hand and her fingers between her thighs, then dropped her head down and took me into her mouth.
I tossed my head back against the top of the couch, breathing heavily as she learned how to take me down. I groaned, loving her soft lips around my cock. I looked down to see her fingers strumming her clit. She moaned around my dick, licking and sucking as she fingered herself. My hands made their way into her hair, holding on for dear life as I felt my orgasm starting in my damn spine. I pulled her mouth off my cock and lifted her up onto my length. She rocked her hips, riding me.
I took her fingers and sucked them into my mouth, tasting her sweet, hot honey. Her pussy clenched around me. “You like that, baby? I love eating your pussy, but I need to come. Give it to me. Ride the fuck out of me,” I roared. She bounced on me faster and faster as her walls massaged my cum out. “Fuck, I’m coming,” I growled, grabbing her face and kissing her hard and like that she came on me, screaming against my lips.
She collapsed her head onto my shoulder, gasping for air while peppering kisses on my neck.
“That was so amazing, Rachael,” I murmured against her hair. She lifted her face to look at me and nodded with a well-satisfied grin and slits for eyes.
“So, good. So, so good. I feel wonderfully sleepy now,” she sighed.
I wrapped my hands around her ass and lifted her off of me and onto the couch, which was going to need a good cleaning. I gave her a kiss and went to go get something to clean us up. I came back and my Rachael was passed out. Her blonde hair was splayed out on the cushion, totally messed up from my greedy hands.
I loved her so damn much.
Chapter 17
Rachael
We pulled up to my parents’ estate the next morning. Joseph told me it was my choice to see them and tell them we’re getting married. I was a jumble of nerves, but I had to get this over with. It wasn’t that I was getting married; it was who I was marrying. Just because Joseph hated my father that didn’t mean the feeling was mutual. Part of me hoped they would cut their ties with me because I don’t want them sticking their claws into any children we have.
I was escorted in as a guest and I immediately felt out of place. Joseph followed in behind me, wanting to catch their reaction. They didn’t greet us at the door like they should have. Instead, we were taken to the library where they had Roxie standing in front of them.
“You,” I hissed.
Joseph grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back toward the exit. They all looked too comfortable together. “We’re out of here,” Joseph stated.
“Come on now, you can’t go. We need to work this out,” my father said, rubbing Roxie’s shoulders.
I looked up at Joseph in shock, then he bit out, “There’s nothing to work out. She tried to kill your daughter. That alone should mean more to you than keeping her from prison.”
“Well that’s unfortunate, but you were there to protect her.” It was my mother’s turn to defend Roxie.
“I’m sorry about what happened. I lost my mind for a minute,” Roxie said, playing like it was some minor spat and not attempted murder.
“You’d tried to kill me,” I yelled. Looking at my parents I asked, “Why is she here?”
“Her father is a friend of ours and we want to get this all squared away. None of us want a scandal.”
“We’re out of here, Rachael,” Joseph said, taking my hand.
“I don’t want to see you all again. Except you, Roxie. I hope to see you locked up.”
We were in our car before they could stop us. “What the fuck was that?” Joseph asked.
“I don’t know. My parents have been all about image. I wonder if she has something on them.”