Page 77 of His Old Lady

Tonight, at his house, he'd have all night with her to enjoy her sweet body. But that would hold her until then.

He walked over to the sink and washed his face and hands, using a nearby towel to dry off. Combing his fingers through his beard, he turned when the door opened, and Stephanie peeked her head inside.

The waitress lifted her brows. "Have you seen Faye? We've got more customers."

He hitched his thumb over his shoulder toward the bathroom. "She'll be out in a second."

"'kay. Cool." Stephanie closed the door.

Several minutes later, Faye hurried out. His chest expanded at her flushed cheeks. Seeing her glowing only made his balls ache more.

"I can't believe you did that to me." She skirted him, not giving him another chance to touch her. "They're all going to know what you were doing. You left wet spots on my shirt."

"What we were doing." He rearranged his growing cock and lifted his brow in satisfaction. "I don't care what they think."

She rolled her eyes and reached behind her for the door. "Don't look at me that way."

"What way?" He lowered his gaze to her breasts, straining against her shirt.

She groaned. "That way."

Twirling in the other direction, she left the room, fluttering her hands at her sides. He stayed behind until he could walk out and sit without any discomfort.

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