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“Oh my… Did he just text you?”

“Yeah…” Digby grins, “seems I just put an end to his jerkin’ off material,” he laughs as he reads aloud the one-word text his brother then sent. “Oh yeah—spoilsport—you’re so right, asshole. Well, fuck you, Rhys. You want porn then you’ll have to pay for it like the rest of us. Hey…” Digby taps on the glass partition and attracts the driver’s attention, “been a change of plan. Can you take us the quickest route back to the base?”

“So what, are we going home now?” Kat frowns.

Digby can see the glimmer of disappointment that flashes across her eyes. “Yup, we’re going home, because I need to fuck you so bad and I can’t wait for some damn limo ride around the city.”

“Well, we could just do it here, anyway—show Rhys what he’s missing?”

“Hell no! No, I’m not giving him the satisfaction of that. Kat, you’re mine and I’m not sharin’ your body with that asshole.”

Chapter 17

Intoxicated on champagne, Kat laughs as Digby carries her into the house. Setting her down, he clutches her around the waist and his mouth pushes against hers as they kiss.

His tongue plunges playfully into her mouth as he slides the thin straps of her dress from her shoulders while her fingers scrabble with the buckle of his belt.

“Uh-uh… just wait,” she smiles. Taking a step back, she then wriggles the satin dress over the curves of her breasts and drops it around her waist.

Digby grins as he reaches forward with his hand, trying to fondle her soft flesh. Each time he touches her, she steps further away, taunting him. “So, you wanna have some fun?” she smiles, “Then let’s re-enact the limo ride.”

“Sorry, you wanna do what? Kat, how the hell’re we gonna do that?” he raises an eyebrow, somewhat confused by her request.

“Come here, take your pants off and sit down. I’ll show you,” she demands. “We’ll do thehot-seatposition.”

Wasting no time she pulls frantically at his pants, tugging them down. Digby unzips the side of her dress and drops it to the floor.

“Ohhh…” he gasps, looking at her—naked except for the emerald green high-heels—he can’t help but stare as his hand smooths a line over the curve of her waist. “Oh, Kat… you are so fuckin’ beautiful. Now…” he grins, “get your ass over here and sit on my cock.”

He growls as he sniffs at the crook of her neck—she laughs and flushes red with excitement—feeling hot, she wants him so much that he makes the wet seep between her legs, and a wave of heat ripples down her body. “C’mon hurry,” she smiles, “I’m feeling so horny, right now.”

“Yeah… yeah, you sure as hell are.”

Digby grins and sits himself comfortably on the couch—feet planted firmly on the floor.

“Wait… Diggs, give me your phone.”

“What?” he hitches an eyebrow with suspicious concern. “What the hell d’ya want with my phone?”

“I want you to film us—like Rhys’s camera in the limo, but for our eyes only,” she grins teasingly.

“Kat, are you fuckin’ serious?”

“Yeah. What, you don’t wanna play?”

“Well, that depends on if you’re gonna let me keep the video when we’re done—after all, it’s my phone, right?”

“Oh yeah. Yeah, you can keep it,” she nods, her hand ruffles his hair as she kisses him.

“Then hell yeah—I wanna play. Now… get that pussy of yours over here and ride my cock.”

Throwing her head back, she laughs excitedly, “Hey, the video, it’s just for us though—just between you and me. I don’t want you sharing it around. Digby, are you listening? Oh, and if I make an ugly sex face, then I’m sure as hell deleting it.”

“Hey, trust me, you do not make an ugly sex face—I love your face when you’re about to cum. Oh fuck… just the thought of it is makin’ me so damn hard. Now, I get your ass over here.”

“Yes Sir,” she salutes. “So, do you want a little relief first—make you last longer?”

“Uh-uh. Oh no. No, I wanna give youallthis bad boy. I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you scream, do you hear me? I wanna hear you cry my name.”

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