Page 66 of Square Deal

“You know,” she began, adjusting her dress and sliding away from the table. “A little air might be a good idea. Excuse me.” She disappeared while the rest of Maddie and Luca’s entourage cleared the dishes and packed up the leftovers.

Not even a minute later, my phone vibrated. I fished it out from the pocket where I hid her panties and read the text.

Hannah Jane

Downstairs in the wine cellar.

Naughty girl.

I snuck down to Luca’s man cave, lingering a minute to make sure no one else came down. When the coast was clear, I quietly turned the handle to the walk-in closet turned wine cellar.

Hannah fisted my button up and dragged me inside. “Took you long enough,” she snapped, fumbling with my belt buckle like a madwoman.

“Need something, Princess?”

“Yeah. You to finish me.”

“Could’ve just asked nicely at the table,” I said as I shoved her against the wall, pulled my dick out, and rolled a condom on. “I would have been happy to oblige.”

Hannah hitched her leg around my hip and held onto my shoulders as I sank deep into her pussy. She let out a desperatebreath. “I needed that,” she whispered, digging her fingers into my shirt.

“Tell me what else you need, Princess,” I commanded, snapping my hips in quick succession. She fit me like a damn velvet glove. Custom-tailored to every inch.

“Just your cock.”

“That’s it?” I reached up and tangled my fingers in her hair, yanking her head up, forcing her to look at me. “Just my cock? Or do you miss my mouth? Do you miss hearing all the things I want to do to you?”

What I really wanted to ask is if she missed me.

Just sex. That’s all this is. All it will ever be. Make moves, and then move on. No attachments.

Hannah keened when I yanked the neckline of her dress down and rolled her nipple between my fingers. She opened her mouth to cry out, but I clapped my hand over her lips, muffling the sound.

I drove into her cunt even harder. “Be quiet, or I’ll make you be quiet.”

Her eyebrows darted up. I pinched her nipples again, demanding a reaction. She bit her lip hard and moaned.

“Told you to be quiet,” I warned.

“I’m close,” she whimpered.

I pulled her thong out of my pocket. “Open that sassy mouth of yours.”

Her lips parted on command. I balled up her panties and held them in front of her mouth. “Bite. Maybe that’ll help you do as you’re told.”

Her pussy clamped down on my cock like a vise grip. Her head tilted back. Her cheeks were flushed as she held on to her lacy underwear with her teeth. Every muscle in her body wracked with a shudder of euphoria. Hannah collapsed against me, gasping for breath.

I smoothed her hair away from her face and gingerly took herpanties back. She licked her lips and then looked up at me with wide eyes. “That was fucking awesome.”

I chuckled quietly and slid her panties into my pocket. She wouldn’t be getting them back. “Eighteen hours, then we’ll be on a plane to the city.”

Hannah straightened her dress and double-checked her appearance in the reflection of a wine bottle. “I’m nervous.”

“About New York?”

She nodded.

“Well,” I said, pulling her in for a kiss. “Let’s go upstairs and eat some pumpkin pie and pretend to hate each other.”

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