Page 115 of Mr. Broody

Henry’s eyebrows lift.

Of course I will. Anything to spend more time with them. “Sure thing.”

Henry’s hand intertwines with mine as we walk up to the security gate that now has a cardboard sign on it again that reads The Nest.

“They did it again, Daddy.” Bodhi rolls his eyes. “Bet it’s Tweetie.” He shakes his head.

“Observant kid you have,” I say.

“I’d be worried if he didn’t figure out what Tweetie was like.”

We both laugh.

Henry enters the code, and we make our way to their condo.

“How about you get in the shower?” Henry says to Bodhi as he hangs all our jackets on the hooks near the doorway. “I put your pajamas for tonight on the top of the dresser.”

“You’ll be here, right?” Bodhi asks me.

“Yep. I promise I’ll stay right here.” I point to the ground.

“Be right back.” He runs into his room, grabs his pajamas and then goes into the bathroom and slams the door.

“Thank God.” Henry walks over to me, caging me against the wall, his lips smashing to mine as his fingers delve just under my sweater so he’s touching bare skin.

I meet him with just as much fervor and feel his desire deep down in my bones. If only there wasn’t a small child showering in the other room who could walk out at any minute.

I lightly push his stomach and slide my lips from his. “We shouldn’t. Bodhi could come out at any moment.”

Henry ignores me, his lips traveling down my jaw as he locks me to the wall with his hips. “We have at least five minutes. I’ve been dying to get my hands and lips on you all night.”

I close my eyes when he sucks my earlobe into his mouth and his fingers inch higher, pulling down my bra cup and squeezing my breast, tugging on my nipple.

“Oh god,” I say, losing my willpower to stop this.

“I want to tear you out of these clothes, spread you open, and devour you.”

He pushes my other bra cup down and both of his expert hands play with my breasts while he sears scorching kisses along my jaw and neck.

“I want you on your knees sucking on my cock while I fist your hair.”

“Jesus, you’re killing me.” I grind my core against his thigh. “How long of a shower does he take?”

He chuckles into my neck. “Not long enough for me to have you the way I want to have you right now.”

“Then I’ll settle for a hot make-out session.”

“That’s my girl,” he whispers, sliding his tongue up my neck.

I wedge my hand between us and cup him over his jeans. His bulge is hard and prominent. I love that he’s just as turned on as I am.

Then it’s game on—he groans, pushing his thigh against my pussy, and my hips rise and grind, unable to get enough friction to finish myself off. Our kiss is crazed and wild. It’s the hottest make-out session I’ve ever had until we hear a doorknob turn.

Henry steps back and keeps his back to Bodhi.

Bodhi doesn’t notice anything though, only rushing over to me and grabbing my hand. “Wanna see my room?”

I accept his hand and let him lead me into his room while hoping my lips aren’t too swollen.

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