Page 70 of Havoc

All the while, we kissed like it was our first. I pulled aside her panties and slid my hungry erection inside with a hiss. “Youarewet.” I muttered against her lips as I let myself lose control in my addiction to her body.

“I’ve been this way since this morning,” she confessed.

“You should have told me.” I kissed down her neck. “I’d gladly have helped.”

“If I told you how many times I needed—” She stopped abruptly and stood. I caught my breath as I slid out. “I should go.”

“The fuck you should!” I jumped up and grabbed her around the waist. I bent her over the desk and regained my place. I held her tight and thrust a few times to ensure she was back under my control. “Don’t ever do that.” I slapped her ass hard.

“Grim, I shouldn’t,” she tried to protest, but it was followed with a moan.

“Don’t ever try to keep this,” I patted between her legs, “from me, Kenna.” I fought not to punish her. “I can’t promise my actions.” I pumped against her, and she gripped the side of the desk to brace herself.

“Grim!” she screamed, and I took her hard.

Both my hands slid up her sides to her shoulders, and I pushed her down to meet each of my powerful thrusts. I could barely see straight as I built to a blissful pace.

“More!” Her words barely made it through my wild mind. My hand went around her neck, and I pulled her backward. Her back bowed. “Yes!” She grabbed my wrists and held on tight. I looked up and saw a mirror reflecting our crazed expressions. It was a dark, intimate moment, and though I wanted to look away, I couldn’t. The moment she came, I felt her body shudder and squeeze around me. I let go with her, and we both shot off. I slammed her body to mine as she clawed at my arms, and I bit down where her neck met her shoulder. It felt like a year’s worth of pent-up energy just let go inside me. Finally, our breathing slowed, and her body relaxed against mine.

My phone rang on the table behind me.

“You should take that.” She scooped up her dress and bra from the floor and disappeared into the bathroom.

“Grim,” I answered sharply.

“It’s Trigger. Got a moment?”

I turned to see Kenna leave the suite. “Yeah.”

Simon

“Can I offer you some more tea?” The waitress smiled at me as I sat and soaked up the ambience.

“Please.” I flashed her a friendly smile and leaned back as she poured the specialty tea into my rose blossom cup. I enjoyed the fancier side of life, and Mary’s Teahouse located off the Strip was a particular favorite of mine. It was a nice place to be while I patiently waited for Kurt to arrive.

“The Queen’s Square is my favorite, too.” She pointed to my yet untouched sweet that was nestled in a deep velvet wrapper and placed on a doily.

“It’s been mine since I was a little boy.” I spun the doily around to admire it. “I often wait for my second cup before I’m ready to indulge.”

“A man with restraint.” She grinned playfully. “Well, don’t let me interrupt. Enjoy.”

“Thank you.” I noticed Kurt coming up behind her and looked away to give her the hint to leave. Normally, I’d continue to chat with her if I was alone, but I needed to know what Kurt had been up to.

“Anything for you, sir?” she asked as he appeared next to the table.

“Bud Light?”

I closed my eyes with a silent curse. “He’s fine, thank you,” I assured her with a grimace, and she gave me a small wink. I waited until she was out of sight before I made a show of checking the time on my phone. Kurt didn’t look impressed as he looked around.

“I know I haven’t spent much time in Vegas for the past few years, but seriously, a tea house, and with flower walls.” He turned his nose up at the whimsical flowers that divided each table. I thought they provided a pretty, intimate setting.

“There is nothing wrong with enjoying the finer things in life.” I sipped my tea. “Besides, it’s the last place anyone would think to eavesdrop.”

“That, we can agree on.”

I dismissed his comment and jumped into why I invited him to join me here. “Have you found out anything about that phone number that’s harassing Kenna?”

“Not really.” He leaned back. “The number’s a dead end. It belongs to a burner. What did Johnny find out?”

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