The Confession

Heavenly’s face softened. “You don’t have to make anything up to me. Duty called. I understand, and you’re here now.”

“But I’d rather be at home with you, naked, in our bed, and spread out between us.”

Her breathing quickened. “You don’t want to stay and mingle?”

Beck shook his head. “There’s no one here I can’t see later. We want you now.”

“Absolutely. Why don’t you let me get your purse, angel?” Seth offered.

Clandestinely, Beck slid his hand under the table and beneath her skirt. “You do that while I get this pussy wet and ready.”

His hand must have slipped into her panties, because Heavenly dragged in a shuddering breath and a rosy hue spread across her cheeks as she asked, “How soon can we be home?”

Seth got hard just watching them. “Ten minutes.”

“And in fifteen, we’ll both be deep inside you,” Beck promised.

“Hurry,” she breathed. “Please.”