“I…I’m sorry.”
“Tell me the truth, Erica. Are you mine?”
“No.” I slid my hand down her cheek and between her legs. “Ah,” she moaned, clenching around my finger that was drenched from her juices.
“You’re asking for more, aren’t you?” I growled against the shell of her ear. I thrust two fingers inside, feeling her walls clenching and begging for more. I ached to fuck her, but that wouldn’t be right. I wanted to explore her, inch by inch.
“Do you know that when you worked out with the trainer the first day, I had my eyes on you?”
“I could feel someone staring at me.” She tilted her head so I could see her face, and I couldn’t resist. Pulling my fingers out, I spun her around and crushed my mouth to hers as I plunged my fingers back into her folds.
Dragging my mouth away, I looked into her light eyes. “Do you know that I pulled out my cock and fucking stroked it until I came all over my hands, picturing you riding me?” Her pussy fluttered around my fingers, loving how obsessed she made me. “In seconds, I knew I had to have you. I’m not letting you go, either.” I teased her nub, getting her closer and closer to coming for me.
“Do you do that regularly?”
“No. You broke me, baby. Now, take what I give you, and then we’re going home so we can do it again and so much more.” She clenched and cried out, coming on my fingers so damn greedily that I nearly came on myself again like a teenager.
I lifted up her pants as she yawned.
“Don’t you have to close up shop here?”
“Not tonight. It’s Santos’s turn to close.”
“Oh, you mean the guy you yelled at.”
“I didn’t raise my voice at all.”
“Well, you might as well have. Everyone was staring at us.” She blanched and then blushed. “Oh shit. They probably heard me.”
“No, they couldn’t. This room is soundproof.”
“How would you know? You make a habit of making women come in here?”
“Calm your pretty ass down. I had this room soundproofed so I could avoid the commotion out there. Do you hear anything?”
“No, I don’t.”
“See. Now, where is your bag? We’re leaving.”
“What if I don’t want to go with you?”
“Then I’ll carry you over my shoulder out of here. Besides, I just made you come all over my fingers. I want to have you do it on my tongue and then on my cock.”
I walked her to the locker room to get her things. Once she was done, we exited the club and went straight over to my SUV. It was pitch-black out already, so it reminded me that she usually left when it was dark. I helped her inside and then hustled around to my side before someone from the gym could stop me. I felt like somehow someone was going to interrupt us or take her away from me. Once I started the engine, I asked the question on my mind. “How do you normally get home?”
“I take my car.”
“Where is it?” The lot held forty cars, but the garage across the street held a thousand more. The gym discounted the parking fees if you parked in the garage, although most of the people that came to my gym either worked downtown or took public transportation home. It got too messy to drive all the time, especially after a long day and a workout.
She pointed toward it. “It’s in the gym lot. Right there. Oh shit.”
“Who the hell is that?” I snarled, staring at a man in a suit who looked to be older than me, but fairly good looking and well built. Immediately, instinctively, I knew who it was before she said it. This was the supposed fiancé.
“That’s the guy I mentioned.”
“You sure as fuck are not marrying him. Don’t worry. He can’t see you from here, but it doesn’t matter. I wouldn’t let you go with him if he tried.”
“You’re sexy, Adrian.”
“Back at you, babe. I’ll have someone pick it up.”
Doubt flooded her mind as she processed what I said. She bit at her bottom lip and twisted her fingers together and then blurted out, “I shouldn’t even come with you. This isn’t smart. When he doesn’t find me, he’ll probably call my dad.”
“And? You’re an adult,” I reminded her. From her information, I knew she was nineteen.
“Who lives off my parents and has no job outside of school.”
“That can easily be rectified. Besides, can you tell me you don’t want me?”
“I can, but I wouldn’t be telling the truth.”
“Well, then, let’s not fight it.”
I had to get her back to my condo and fuck my son into her so she couldn’t get away. For the next twelve hours, she’ll be getting every drop of cum I can give her. I’d lost my damn mind, but I loved it. Four days of seeing her and needing to make her mine had taken its toll. No more waiting. No more jerking off to thoughts of fucking her. I’ll make it a reality in a few minutes.