Page 145 of Broken Grump

“Quite, sir,” is all he says before the black screen reaches the top.

I can’t take it anymore, and I feel like I might explode if I don’t ravage her mouth.

“Come here,” I demand while blindly removing my jacket and her shawl.

As we kiss, little moans and pants escape out of her, and I love it. They represent the fire she’s also feeling for me.

Eventually, my hands reach down and flip under her dress. “Now, Lady Addie Flores, tell me something.”

Her makeup is a bit smudged from our recent activity, but she’s still as gorgeous as ever. “Tell you what?”

“Are you wearing panties?”

She howls with laughter. “Of course, I am!”

“Okay, just checking. I wanted to know what I’d find under there before exploring for myself.”

While she giggles some more, I lay her down over the seats and raise her legs up. Next, I kiss my way up one of her legs. As I’m doing that, her fingers tangle in my hair. Then finally, I get the band of her underwear in between my teeth, and I start to pull them down.

When they’re around her ankles, I journey farther down again and start to lick and nibble her in all the right places.

“Oh, Hayden.” I love hearing her say my name, especially when it’s in the throes of passion like this.

I continue until I feel her tense up. She’s breathless as I come up for air, and I just grin at her wonderfully disheveled look. Knowing I caused her picture-perfect demeanor from earlier in the night to crumble into this makes me so proud.

“We’re here, sir,” Lionel’s muffled voice booms, signaling that she came at just the perfect time.

“Shall we go inside?” I ask, sitting up, completely removing her underwear, and putting it into my pocket.

“Yes, I think that’s a good idea.”

Thank God.I’m not anywhere close to being done with her yet.

We bid our farewells to Lionel before I pick her up and hurry both of us inside.

“You’re a crazy person, Hayden Cohen,” she says after I put her back on her feet. I, then, go to grab her by the hand, but she resists.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She lets go and holds her upper arms. “I was just wondering if we could share a glass of wine or something first. I’m—I’m parched.”

“Oh. So am I, so am I.”

I hurry into the kitchen, grab a bottle and two glasses, and then return to throw her over my shoulder.

“Hayden! Don’t drop me!” she protests the whole way up.

As I gave her my word that I would, I safely drop her at the foot of my bed.

“Go on, have a seat.” I open the bottle and pour the glasses, but I don’t offer one to her. Not yet. Instead, I ask, “Addie Flores, do you trust me?”

She leans back on the comforter. “Of course, I do.”

Great.I wander over to my dresser and take out a blindfold.

“What in the world?”

“You said you trusted me.”

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