We walk into the main entrance and Lorna wastes no time.
She turns around and pushes me toward the entrance to the living room. I let her push me back until I'm back on the sofa on my back.
Same as the last time I was here.
Fuck.
Think of the fucking people that rely on me for their paycheck. Their livelihoods. Their families. Their kids.
"And now, Mr. Kane, I'm going to enjoy making you mine," Lorna says with an evil smile as she unzips her dress.
I lay back and watch the dress fall to the floor. She's wearing a lace black bra and a tiny thong.
Her breasts are big. Her stomach is flat. Her thighs are slender.
Fuck, she even has a thigh gap.
But she can't hold a fucking candle to her beautiful daughter.
Lorna slowly puts her hands to her back and unclasps her bra. She shakes her shoulders and the straps fall off and she lets the garment fall to the floor.
"Like what you see?" she asks me, hardly paying attention, but rather looking down at her melons as she caresses her body. Her hands go down to her waist and she hooks her fingers under the waistband of her thong and pushes it down.
She kicks her thong in my direction and it lands on my chest.
She's shaved. Completely.
Understand this. If I had never fucking met Becca, I'd probably man the fuck up and I'd tell my cock to get hard and fuck her.
"I guarantee you, I'll be a lot better lay than my daughter," she purrs.
What the fuck? My eyes flash toward her in shock.
"Oh, yes, I know," she gives me a lascivious smile. "Well at least I suspected there was something there, but I didn't know till just now."
Fucking Christ.
"I think it's sort of kinky," she says, stepping towards me and running her fingers over my pants. "First you had the daughter. Now you'll have the mother. And I know you'll choose me."
Lorna puts her knee in between my legs and gently brings it up. I feel her press against my cock and I can tell that it's twitching involuntarily.
But just hearing her words I realize what I'm doing. What I'm allowing to happen to me.
You know what, Gorgeous?
Fuck it.
I don't care if I lose fucking Kane Price.
I don't care if I never work on Wall Street again.
I'm not going to give up the one good thing in my life for a company. I'm not going to sacrifice my happiness to make more money.
Lorna brings her mouth toward me. "I know you're going to enjoy me," she purrs. "And if you even want I can do a press conference and tell the world I know for a fact you're not impotent and gay. Describe how good you fucked me. I bet Becca will cry for days."
Fuck off, bitch.
"Did you say something?" she asks me. She must have heard me mumbling.