“You’re amazing, however, you’re too young for my tastes,” I reply, checking her out from head to toe. After all, I’m human and the guys can’t know Anya is under my skin and in every waking thought. It’s as if I’m a Goddamn teenager again. I walk around the house sporting wood at the sight of her, the smell she leaves in her wake is like no other. Not to mention my heart lurching when she texts, even if her message pisses me off.
“No problem, I heard you were a VIP and I wanted to introduce myself.” She extends her hand.
I take her milky white hand in mine and it’s like Wonder Bread, soft, malleable and nothing like Anya’s, which are as strong as the retorts flying out of her mouth.
I stand. “Nice to meet you, Cherry, I’m sure you’ll have a great night with these men.”
“Where are you going, boss?” Pavel’s eyes question me more than his words.
“Home, I’ll drive myself. Put tonight on my tab and enjoy yourselves.”
“More men are coming,” he explains.
“Then I suggest you show them a good time.” I smirk and head to the exit. The entire ride home, I’m wondering how to punish Anya. I don’t know what to do. Do I push her, or pull her closer? I can’t fall in love, I can’t break my rules on sleeping arrangements, and yet, I want her in my bed, preferably before I pop the zipper on my trousers with my hard cock as I’m horny as hell knowing she’s home and I’ll likely see her.
The house is dark when I make my way up the stairs. I hear the TV in Anya’s room. I knock.
“Come in,” her sweet voice sing songs.
I open the door to find Anya wearing a skimpy top with matching bottoms and get a full view of her firm, round ass cheeks. I long to bite on them, nothing is stopping me until she turns and disapproval flashes in her eyes.
“Oh, I didn’t know you were home.”
“Business,” I reply as my jaw tightens. I’m like a puppy who doesn’t know which direction to run in order to chase the ball without overshooting the distance.
“Sorry about dinner.” She folds the book in her hand and puts it on her desk.
“Speaking of dinner, we’re having dinner out tomorrow. Dress fancy, in a cocktail dress, make sure you bring your passport, we leave at four.”
“What if I have plans?” She bristles.
“Cancel them. Our wedding is this week, and we haven’t been seen in public.”
“I hardly think it matters.” She stares down her nose, taking my face in, her long lashes accent her large round eyes, and her pupils are the size of saucers. She’s oblivious to how sexy she looks with her hair in a messy bun and her long legs taunt me. I long to lick every inch of her delectable body, starting with her plump lips, tinted red from her favorite lipstick. Her nipples turn hard under my gaze and my cock jumps to life.
Double fuck. I cross the room in three long strides and pull her into my arms, devour her lips, her neck and rip her top off to reach her nipples.
I use a hand to clear her bed of personal items like a countertop full of clutter, it all lands on the floor. I push her cute bottoms down before thrusting two fingers in her warm, moist pussy.
She moans, her lips kiss me back, her hands unbutton my shirt and claw at my flesh. I tug at my belt, then my pants, letting them drop to the floor.
“How dare you stand me up at dinner? You will always be home for dinner,” I whisper in her ear.
“I had plans,” she gasps as her back arches. I shove her onto the bed further, wrap my fingers in her hair, grab a fist full of it and yank her head back, giving me complete control. I pull my fingers out of her and lick them as she watches with excitement building.
“You’re so sweet, but you’re mouthy.”
“Likewise,” she pants.
“Dinner or else,” I reply.
“What?” She dares to goad me into a threat.
“School will be over,” I threaten, knowing full well she’ll concede.
I tilt her chin and wrap my hand around her neck. Effectively, making it so she can’t move and has to look in my eyes. “We have to make this work. I suggest you get used to it.”
“You get used to it. I’m not giving up my independence,” she replies as her body melts from our body heat.