Page 82 of Going All In

“Just remember that payback is a bitch.” His voice hitched at the end when she lowered his zipper and pushed her hand into his rapidly shrinking boxer briefs.

“You promise?” she asked innocently, her thumb grazing over the tip of his cock.

He couldn’t believe he thought she was a shy girl when they first met. He loved every time she surprised him with her boldness. Only an idiot wouldn’t encourage that.

“We’re almost there,” he said, and he was almost there. A few more strokes and he’d embarrass himself by coming in her hand.

“Then I guess this can wait,” she said.

She leaned over, her hair tickling his stomach as she gave his aching cock a quick lick and then carefully zipped him back up as they stopped at a red light.

He threw his head back on the headrest of his seat. “Fucking hell, Darcy. You’re brutal.”

“I don’t want you to get in an accident. How many accidents happen because of road head?”

He groaned and chuckled at the same time. “I don’t think that’s a fact you’ll find on Google.”

“Oh, I would never Google road head. Can you imagine the images that might show up?”

“And we’re home,” he said, pulling into the garage under his building.

“Great.” She popped out of the car before he had his seatbelt off. He chuckled when he emerged from the car.

“Antsy?”

She straightened her shoulders, pushing her glorious breasts forward, and gave him a saucy glare that made his cock harder, if that was even possible.

“Like you’re not? I mean, I can go upstairs and shower by myself.”

He advanced on her, and she started walking backward toward the elevator.

“Or we could go to the lobby and I’ll get an Uber. No reception down here, you know,” she said.

He reached for her hand and tugged her into his chest. She let out a little squeak and flattened her palm on his shirt.

“You had a different idea?” she asked.

“You are going to be the death of me, Darcy Collins.”

“Didn’t we talk about this?”

“You’re fired up tonight.”

“And you love it.”

“Yes. Yes, I do.”

Her eyes widened, and he ignored the word love floating around his response.

“Now get a move on or I’ll throw you over my shoulder.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” she said, her smile bright.

“Want to try me?”

She gave him a small shrug before she hit the elevator button.

As soon as the doors opened, he ushered her inside and then pressed her against the elevator wall, smashing his lips to hers in a kiss that left both of them panting by the time the doors opened on his floor.

They practically raced to his condo door, and he fumbled with the keys, dropping them on the floor. When he bent to pick them up, she squeezed his ass.

He turned to her and quirked a brow.

She lifted her shoulder. “What? Skater’s ass. They’re irresistible.”

“So are you,” he said, finally getting the key in the lock and opening the door.

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