Page 55 of The Woman in the Warehouse

“You like it like this, don’t you?” I asked, getting a whimper out of her. “Anyone could look up here and see you taking my cock,” I told her as her moans filled the room, the sound only making me fuck her harder, driving her right to the edge before her pussy was spasming around my cock as her body shuddered.

I gritted my teeth and fought back the need to come with her, fucking her through it, milking it for all it was worth, then sliding out of her to drop down on the couch.

I reached for her, pulling her down on my lap, her body still all boneless and soft as she leaned into me, my cock just pressing against her pussy as I tilted her head to seal my lips to hers.

This was probably the only chance I’d get to make the kiss slow and intimate, my lips teasing hers, deepening by degrees as she melted into me, sighing softly against my lips.

It was Saylor who got hungrier first, deepening the kiss, teeth nipping, tongue exploring.

It wasn’t long before she was rocking her hips, making my cock glide against her cleft.

I let her take the lead, taking what she wanted from me, getting herself to the point of no return.

She sat back, gaze on me, as she rose up, then took me in again, her moan mingling with my relieved exhale while her pussy pulled me in deep.

She paused when she had me in to the base, her heated gaze holding mine. My hands went around her, holding onto her ass while she started to ride me. Slowly at first. Then faster and harder as the need for release grew, her moans loud and shameless as she got right to that edge.

I rocked up into her as she started to roll her hips in frantic little circles, her moans turning into gasps as her pussy tightened around my cock, then pulsing around me as she came, falling forward into me with the intensity.

I kept thrusting up into her, dragging out her orgasm, then finding my own with a low groan.

Her face was nuzzled into my neck afterward, her one arm resting lightly on my other shoulder. If I wasn’t mistaken, it was the closest thing to a hug she felt comfortable initiating.

Much more comfortable with that kind of intimacy, I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly to me. And I swear to fuck she let out a little contented mewling sound as I held her.

I don’t know how long I held her.

All I could say was it wasn’t long enough.

But something outside of the window must have caught her attention, because she suddenly sat up, moving off of me, distractedly yanking her pants back up as she reached for the binoculars.

“What’s going on?” I asked, trying not to sound as disappointed as I felt.

“Four of them are leaving,” she said, excitement tripping into her voice.

“That still leaves three in there,” I reminded her.

“We could take on three,” she said as I turned just enough to see those four men climbing into a car at the end of the street.

“We don’t know how long they’re going to be gone. Do you want to be mid stealing back your supply only to have the other four come in and kill us?”

Maybe I was trying to sound like I was being the voice of prudence. But deep down as I got up off the couch, I knew the truth.

I didn’t want to get her supply back yet.

Because I wasn’t ready to stop playing house.

And I damn sure wasn’t ready to have Saylor not be a part of my life anymore.

And I couldn’t quite muster up any guilt for my ulterior motives either.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Saylor

I wasn’t going to let a couple of little orgasms get in the way of my plans, of my career.

Okay.

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