Page 420 of The Tempted

He got the girl and the kid, even managed to keep them.

“Fork over your money, Richie Rich,” Jack teased, holding out his palm as he polished off the rest of his beer.

“The rich kid jokes are getting old man,” I complained.

“Hey,” Lauren said as she laced her arm through mine. “Mind if I steal him away for a minute?” she asked Jack.

“He’s all yours, girl. Good luck with that,” he winked, chuckling to himself as he walked away from us.

“Congrats,” I said, taking Lauren’s hand in mine. “A niece.”

She sank her teeth into her lower lip, staring at me thoughtfully before she shook her head and blinked.

“Thanks,” she muttered, as she glanced around the room and led me away from the crowd.

“Where are we going?”

“I can’t take it anymore,” she hissed.

“What’s the matter?” I asked curiously, as we walked through the kitchen, turning into a hallway. Lauren glanced around, a mischievous smile on her face as she opened the door that led to the garage and pushed me through before closing it behind her.

“Kitten,” I started, unable to help the smile that formed on my mouth as I stared at her.

“No time for small talk, Tiger,” she whispered, taking my hand and leading me toward the car parked in the center of the room.

Did I mention pregnancy was the best thing ever? Lauren was insatiable, wanting my dick morning, noon and night. How could I ever deny her?

She hopped onto the hood of the car, spreading her legs and crooked her finger.

“Whose car is this?” I asked, as I walked toward her.

“Victor’s, the man has no use for it where he is and I always wanted to take it for a ride,” she whispered, grinning as she gripped the ends of my cut in her hands and pulled me between her legs. “So, I’ve got this fantasy…one that involves this car, you and me.”

She leaned in, peppering my lips with kisses as her hands traveled down my chest.

“Kitten, you’re going to be the death of me,” I whispered huskily, as I gripped her hips and pulled her further onto the edge of the car. She locked her legs around my waist and I groaned.

“Would that be so bad? I mean there’s worse ways to go, right?” she cupped my face and those crystal blue eyes stared into mine.

Shit.

I was lost.

In the abyss known as Lauren Bianci.

I wish I had seen her coming.

Maybe if I had had a warning, I would’ve stood a chance.

“No I guess not,” I replied.

“Ask me about my fantasy, Riggs,” she ordered, her hands still holding my face.

“What’s your fantasy, Kitten?” I urged, my voice sounding gruff.

She leaned her forehead against mine.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she pleaded, her voice barely audible.

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