Page 99 of Always Salty

I grinned. “My brother’s a little overprotective.”

“Your brother is protecting a psycho.” She looked at me. “I don’t want to know anything you do from here on. If it’s illegal, don’t get caught.”

With that, she left, leaving me with Keely.

I grinned and turned, pulling her to the front of my body and saying, “What are you wearing?”

She sighed. “This is my power suit. I look like a badass at the office.”

“You’d look like a badass.” I paused. “If you were about six inches taller. You look like you went to play dress up in your mother’s closet.”

I snickered at her expression.

“Hey!”

“I’m not trying to burst your bubble, but you look ridiculous.” I laughed.

She sighed. “I know. But it’s expected.”

“You’re the boss, darling,” I teased as I bent down and pressed a kiss to the side of her throat. “Wear what you want.”

“Right now,” she batted her eyes at me. “I’m not really interested in wearing anything.”

I grinned and pulled away, my jeans suddenly very snug.

“You know one of the benefits of a power suit?” she asked.

“No, what?” I asked.

“They slide up your legs really easily.” She bit her lip, her green eyes shimmering. “And there’s an alley right there that…”

I lifted her up into my arms and went deeper into the alley that was to our back.

It was small, only large enough to fit a couple of trash cans on the sides of multiple doors.

I moved until we were at the back of the alley, the farthest away from the opening as I could be, and twisted until my body was to the opening, and her back was to the chain link that separated one alley from the next.

“What are you…” she gasped when I dropped down to my knees in front of her.

“The ground is so gross…” She trailed off again when I shoved her ugly skirt up her hips.

The womanly flare of them was enough to hold the skirt in place as I caught her panties on either side of her hips and yanked.

The panties practically disintegrated, and I had to laugh at her outraged gasp. “Dima! Those are thirty-dollar panties!”

“I’ll buy you more,” I growled as I caught one of her legs behind her knee and slowly bent it.

She went with it, and then groaned when I threw that leg over my shoulder.

“This is insane,” she laughed.

“This is exactly what you wanted, and you know it,” I teased as I took my first lick of her cunt.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, her fingers going to my hair and digging in.

I raised one hand, the other one on her hip to help keep her steady since she was wearing heels, and spread her pussy lips wide, allowing me unencumbered access to her clit and entrance.

“Fuck,” she said when I circled her clit with my tongue. “You always know just how to get me going, Dima.”

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