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Once the students past, I claimed her mouth again, slamming her body into mine, eating her up as my cock was hard as fuck and yet, I couldn’t do a damn thing about.

“I want to fuck you so bad,” I sighed into her mouth.

“Not out here,” she begged. “Please, not out in the open in front of people.”

I possessed her bottom lip and sucked firmly as she gasped in hunger for me penetrate her. Those fingers traveled down to my crotch, and she rubbed over my jeans, and the animalistic desire overcame me.

I hoisted her up off the ground as she wrapped her legs around my waist, and I pushed myself into her, grinding her hard. High pitched sighing and gasping enthralled me as I dry fucked her, ramming her with my bulge striking her clit under her pants.

There was a layer of fabric between my cock and her wet pussy and I had to fight against every horny cell in my body to rip her pants.

“Would your uncle mind that you’re dry fucking me?” she sighed, collapsing under my touch and she started to quiver under me, reaching her orgasm.

I pushed my bulge between her legs, grinding it, then rolling, so I constantly roll over her throbbing clit. Then I’d pound her a few times, pummeling my hard fucking bulge against her center, then go back rolling and rubbing, before I pounding her again.

We were out of sight of the thoroughfare, but all they had to do was look down the path that ran alongside the building, and they’d see me pummeling this girl, whose body was levitating with her leg spread and my abdomen grinding into her. Being out in the open where anyone could see us only added to my horniness and even though I wanted to slide my cock inside her warm wet pussy, I refrained to obey mu uncle. Although I doubted, I could keep this up for long.

Whenever I saw Annika in her, whether she smiled, was angered, or bit her lip, it stirred heat in me that was difficult to fight against.

Keeping up the pace, I stroked her with my throbbing mountain at the front of my pants, rubbing, then circulating, then pounding, until her breath hitched, eyes rolled back into her skull, mouth parted, and the orgasm stormed through her body. At the same time, I watched her face closely, seeking Annika.

And I wasn’t disappointed when she emerged for only a few moments before disappearing back into Riley’s eyes as her orgasm faded away.

18

Riley,” Betty pointed her finger at me as soon as I walked into the locker room at the club at the start of my shift. “Mr. Kaiser wants to see you in his office.”

I dithered nervously as I tied my apron strings with trembling fingers. “Oh, okay,” I breathed as my head was stuffed with thoughts of Gunner and Ronan and my broken phone. “D-Do you know why he needs to see me?”

“No,” she replied, and I waited for her to expand on her answer, but she didn’t.

It won’t be long before Bitchtective arrives to ask me why I hadn’t answered her calls or messages or why the bug in my phone wasn’t working. Shaun still had the broken parts of my phone on the floor, so I didn’t know what he did with them. But it worried me that Gunner had that look in his eye when he spotted Shaun in the distance. He was seeking revenge, and if he punched the tooth out of Shaun’s mouth last time, then I’d hate to think what he’d do next time.

“Now,” Betty raised her voice, making me flinch, then clapped her hands so I got my arse into gear.

“Oh,” I jumped and walked briskly down the hall toward the stairs as my apprehension grew with every step. It was bad enough having to enter his office to drop his evening meal off, but it worried me that maybe he’d found out about Gunner and me.

My heart rate increased as I dashed up the stairs and turned down the hallway. Ronan’s door was always the first I came to, and if it were open, I would’ve popped my head inside to say hello, hoping to drop a hint as to why Mr. Kaiser wanted to see me.

The silence was deafening, and my nerves wound into knots in my stomach as I approached Mr. Kaiser’s door and knocked.

“Enter,” Mr. Kaiser answered, and I gently opened the door to find him sitting behind that large, treacle-colored desk in the smoke-filled room.

He wore a white button-down shirt with sleeves rolled up to the elbows. A glass of whiskey and a sea of paper were on the desk. The top two buttons were undone, and I could see a shadow of dark hair on his chest as his large hand rested on the desk while the other held a cigar. As I approached his desk, his gaze differed from the last time I saw him, and fear snaked down my back at the scrutiny on his face.

Mr. Kaiser leaned back in his chair and looked over me as I stood there waiting for him to speak. He inhaled on his cigar and blew out the smoke, briefly clouding his face with smoke.

“You asked to see me?” I was the first to speak, since his mouth refused to move and he’d rather stare at me than tell me why he wanted me there.

He hesitated, taking his time to speak, which only added to the trepidation. “Come over here,” he ordered me, pointing to the space beside him.

My cheeks burned as I stepped around the desk, so I was on his side as the temperature soared.

“Closer,” he demanded, flicking his hand, so I stepped into his space.

“Is this better?” I asked in a shaky voice.

“Closer,” he flicked that finger again, and I hesitated because if I stepped any closer, I’d be practically sitting on him.

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