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The little cock-craving tease. The receptionist’s keyboard stopped clicking. I lowered my head toward her ear.
“We are in public, young lady. Behave.”
She blinked. Then glanced around. Defiance raced through her eyes at the same time a small blush dusted her cheeks.
“Or what?”
“I’m serious,” I groaned as she swished her hips again.
“Me too. And what do you expect? This is all your fault.”
“My fault?”
“Yes. You got me pregnant.”
With a shake of her head and a genuine smile, the receptionist spoke. “It looks like we can get you in next Friday. How does that sound?”
“Perfect,” Isabella said.
Her hands reached back and gripped my thigh, moving toward my cock. I had to yank them both in my hands to keep her from actively groping me in the lobby. The receptionist printed everything out and handed the papers to Isabella.
“If you have any questions or concerns, just give us a call.”
“Thank you,” she answered, taking the papers.
Jesus, thank God. Her hands were at least occupied for the moment.
We didn’t even make it to the car before she was on me, pulling me into a bathroom and bolting the door. I pinned her against it.
“You’re such a bad girl,” I teased.
I took the delicate skin of her neck into my mouth and sucked lightly. Not enough to mark her. I’d save that for her breasts, her thighs, maybe even her ass.
“A bad girl that is wet for you,” she breathed against my lips.
“Are you now?” I said, pulling her toward me.
“Yes, you should check.”
She captured my hand and shoved it under her pants. My fingers danced over her knickers. She was right. Soaked straight through.
“You’re a walking, talking tease, young lady.”
I caressed her entrance through the fabric before pulling the strip of material to the side. The movement had my knuckles dragging across her slit. I dropped my face forward, burying my face into the crook of her neck.
A muffled sound emerged from my throat, followed by one singular word. “Fuck.”
“I told you so,” she taunted.
I pulled my hand out, her arousal coating my fingers. Slowly, I brought them to my nose and inhaled deeply. Her eyes blew wide. Grasping her by the back of the neck, I leaned down.
Our lips met with the desperation of two people who’d gone too long without what they needed. Never mind, we fucked twice last night before she slipped from my bed. I kissed her like a fucking savage. I couldn’t—wouldn’t—ever get enough of her.
The primal need to claim her was startling. It came from somewhere deep within my soul. She pulled back, panting, her breath coming out in short gasps.
“I need you,” she said before adding, “now.”
“Then take my cock out, princess, and you can have me.”
