Page 49 of Riding the Edge

“Are you done?”

“Yeah, I’m done,” I murmur as he pulls open the door. With one foot, out the door he pauses, and I watch his shoulders slump. Turning back to me, he bends his head and presses a kiss to my cheek.

“Stop seeing that dope,” he adds.

Quietly, I watch him walk out the door and gently close it behind him. Letting out a sigh, I thread my fingers through my hair and shake my head.

That is not how I wanted to start my day.

Moving towards the window, I peer through the blinds and watch Anthony’s SUV pull away from the curb.

“That was intense, Lady,” Al calls from behind me, startling me.

Fuck.

How did I forget he was still here?

Wrapping a hand around my waist, I feel his breath against my neck.

“Can you forget you heard any of that?” I ask as he unties the sash on my robe.

“Some parts,” he murmurs, kissing my neck. Sliding his hands inside my robe, his fingers slide inside my panties, finding my pussy and I gasp at the delightful intrusion. “How much you lend that douchebag?”

“What?”

“Leo.”

Crooking his fingers inside me, his thumb starts to play with my clit as he slides his other hand up my body and squeezes my breast.

“Jesus,” I hiss. I’m about to correct him when he pulls his fingers out of me and spins me around. Slamming me against the wall, Al drops to his knees and pushes my thighs apart. His mouth hovers between my legs.

“How much, Lady?”

“Two grand.”

“Fuck,” he growls, spreading me apart. “Change in plans,” he adds.

However, before I can question him on what that means, his mouth latches onto me and every coherent thought flees my mind. All I can do is focus on the pleasure he inflicts on my entire being. My argument with my son becomes a distant memory, and the dreaded appointment is forgotten.

All that exists is me and Al and suddenly, it doesn’t feel all that crazy anymore.

It feels good.

Oh, so fucking good.

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