Page 55 of Once Upon A Sale

I pick up Ophelia’s mug full of coffee and bring it to her mouth. The action makes her pause her scrolling and turn to me with a frown on her delicate features.

“Really? I can drink my own coffee.”

“I know you can. I’m not exactly drinking it for you, am I?” I feign a shocked expression, raising my brows a little, but I can’t contain the smirk when she rolls her eyes.

I’d spank her arse for that if we were alone.

“Drink up, Kitten.” With an exasperated shake of her head, and another spankworthy eye roll, she sips at the offered coffee.

“At least this way, you’re not literally inhaling the stuff, Fifi.” Tabatha laughs, standing from her seat, picking up the empty plates and placing them on the silver tray that room service delivered them on. “So what are you wearing to meet Daddy dearest?”

“Make sure you have room for some weapons, this dude is dangerous.” Caliope doesn’t take her eyes from her screen as she speaks.

“My dad’s not dangerous. He’s got some dangerous friends, but my dad isn’t capable of the real bad stuff.” He has other people do that for him. I don’t say this, of course. Not because I’m trying to keep anything from them, they know fucking everything thanks to Caliope, but because he’s never done anything to me directly. I’m his son. He may be a cunt, but he’s always looked out for me, always made sure that I’ve got what I need.

And IneedOphelia in my life.

“Oh, handsome. You can control me as much as you like in the bedroom, but when it comes to things like this, you’re in my territory. I’m taking weapons.” Ophelia puts her phone down on the table and wraps her arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to her and kissing me.

She can take all the fucking weapons she likes.

The restaurant is five minutes away and Ophelia is fidgeting in the passenger seat.

“You sure you’re okay with this, Kitten?” I gently knead the flesh of her thigh, my other hand on the steering wheel of the hire car.

“Yeah. I’m usually more prepared than this. Are the girls really safe in that hotel without us? I mean, Tabby can handle herself in a light scuffle, but anything more and she’s fucked. And Caliope, well, she’s the best there ever was at all the tech shit, but she’s not exactly a physic—”

“The girls are fine. They’re safe. Believe it or not, I have friends of my own. There’s a motorcycle gang here I befriended a few years ago. Saved their president’s life in a bar fight, so they owe me one.” I continue to stroke up her thigh, pushing aside the material of her layered skirt so I’m skin-to-skin.

“What?” She clasps my hand, making me pause, and turns to me with wide eyes. “You’re entrusting the safety of my friends with a motorcycle gang? No. Nope. Turn around. We—”

“Kitten, they’re honorable men. Nothing like The Firm.” I chuckle at her outburst. The concern she has for her friends is sweet, but unwarranted. The Dallas Chapter of the Sons ofKhaos may be full of lawbreakers, but they’re all fuckin’ sound. Bad men with good morals. And if they owe someone a life debt, they follow through. I did some research on them after meeting them. The only Chapter the Sons ever had that wasn’t worth their name was in New York, but they got wiped out by the mafia.

Her response is the cutest growl known to man, which is abruptly halted with a sharp intake of breath when my fingers reach the apex of her thighs, pushing against her needy clit.

“Now, I’m gonna say things in the restaurant that you won’t like, and I’m gonna treat you in a way you will absolutely hate, but that’s how we get through this meal, okay?” I pinch her clit, then rub my fingers over her slightly damp thong to help make my point, simultaneously hoping the pleasure cancels out some of the emotional pain I know she’s going to experience when we arrive.

“Not okay, but I’ll be good as long as you don’t stop what you’re doing.” My needy Kitten begins moving her hips, silently begging me for more.

Of course, I oblige, tugging her thong aside and pushing two wet fingers into her pussy. It’s not the best angle for me to get to her, but every now and then, I rub the palm of my hand against her clit and her delicious sounds get louder, her movements in the seat beside me becoming more erratic.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” she pants as the restaurant comes into view, and I double down on my movements.

I’ll allow her demand…this time.

Hooking my fingers, I push in and out, knowing for sure that I’m hitting her sweet spot because her pants become uncontrollable moans of pleasure.

“Yes! Oh, God, yes!” Her body tenses, she shakes, then she lets out a deep, satisfied groan as I remove my fingers, bringing them to my mouth and sucking them clean of her cum.

Content in our bubble of whatever the fuck this is, I have the urge to drive past the parking lot and completely fuck off this dinner-meeting thing with Dad.

Clearly, I don’t do that. Putting the car in park, I first unclip my seatbelt, then Ophelia’s, leaning in to kiss her perfectly made-up cheek before getting out of the car. I round the car, opening the passenger side and holding out my hand for Ophelia to take.

One after the other, she places her heeled feet on the ground, then she stands to her full height, the top of her blonde head level with my chin. She’s a vision in deep purple shades, the full skirt layered to hide her dagger attached to one of her thighs, and the tailored jacket over the top, with a handy inside pocket that she’s made use of.

I’ve made use of my own inside pocket too, mainly because I’m not fucking stupid, but also because I don’t trust my dad with her. I know I’ll be okay, but Ophelia’s safety isn’t guaranteed tonight, and I plan to do every-fucking-thing I can to make sure she isn’t hurt.

“Ready, Kitten?”

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