Guy Hater (Fisher Brothers 2)

“Naked. Now,” I demanded.

She didn’t hesitate, every bit of fabric that had been on her body stripped away before I took my next breath. Ripping off my own clothes as fast as possible, I threw them on the floor before hovering over the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on.

“I’m sorry I can’t be gentle right now,” I said before pushing into her. She cried out in pleasure, her nails raking down my back, stopping at my ass as she pulled me harder.

“Yesss,” she hissed out before I hooked an arm underneath her and flipped us both over.

Claudia riding me was one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen. I found myself wanting to memorize the way her eyes opened and closed, how she moved up and down my length, the way her hair and tits bounced in unison, and the seductive way her hips rocked, like she was dancing to a song only she could hear. She was a fucking work of art, my girl, and she knew I saw her that way.

When she climaxed, I came hard and fast, simply from watching her. That was how deeply she affected me. I could find my release simply from watching her have hers.

When she slipped off of me and headed toward the bathroom, I sat up and followed her.

“I need a note.”

She wrapped a towel around herself, covering up all that delicious nakedness, and scrunched her face at me. “A note for what?”

“So when Nick yells at me for being late, I can make sure he knows it was all your fault.”

Claudia giggled and left the bedroom as I grabbed my clothes and quickly dressed again. As I was putting on my shoes, she reappeared with a folded piece of paper in hand.

“Here you go. One late note.”

I unfolded it and grinned from ear to ear.

Please excuse Frank Fisher for being late today; he had some work to do at home.

On his woman. In the bedroom. Naked.

Please call me if there are any problems or issues.

Thank you for understanding.

—Claudia

“Perfect. Thanks, babe.”

“I’ll see you later,” she said as she swatted my ass. “Go, you’re late.”

I kissed her once more. “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

I rode my bike to the bar, and just like I had expected, Nick busted my balls the second I walked through the doors.

“You’re late, jackass.”

I tossed the note at him and walked into the office to put my bag down. When I made my way back behind the bar, I found Nick grinning.

“This is great. Can I hang it up in here? Frame it?”

Ryan snatched the paper out of Nick’s hands before he could protest. “What’s it say?” He scanned it quickly, his eyes wide with awe when he looked back up at me. “Damn. I want a note like this.”

When I clenched my jaw, he quickly backtracked.

“Not from Claudia, you idiot. From my own woman. Jesus, caveman, calm down. No one’s trying to steal your girl.”

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