Page 92 of Strange Seduction
The kissing quickly deepened as I moved to enter her again.
“You’ll make a great dad,” she whispered.
“And you’ll make an incredible mother,” I said back. “We shouldn’t say this before we do this. ‘Cause I might make both our assumptions come true.”
She moaned against my lips as I lined myself up, “Behave.”
I grinned when my thrust made her gasp.
“Wait, wait, wait.” She rushed out.
A cocky grin spread across my face.Aww, she needed a minute to catch her breath.
I stopped moving, nibbling at her ear as she struggled to catch herself. “What’s wrong, my love?”
“One more thing, and then we can move further.”
I sucked on her neck so hard, I was sure it would leave a mark. “Hm, go on.”
“Your receptionist,” she started. “What’s her issue?”
I paused. “What do you mean?”
“She’s been giving me this attitude when I go to your office. Any idea what that’s about?”
Fuck.
My blood ran cold, and I was glad she couldn’t look into my eyes right now.
“Nope. Nothing comes to mind, but I’ll talk to her. Okay?”
She breathed out in relief. “Good, ‘cause I’d hate to have to smack the fuck outta her.”
I closed my eyes and breathed her in. “I’ll handle it.”
Girls Caught Up!
Day Six.
I love waking up to the sweet sting of Theodore Clayton between my thighs.
It’s the ache that makes me smile into the pillow before I even open my eyes. My hips were sore, my thighs were tender, and my skin smelled like him.
He marked me last night, in every way he could, and I let him. I wanted him to.
There’s a faint bruise blooming on my hipbone in the shape of his grip.
So worth it.
He was already gone when I blinked open my eyes.
I stretched under the sheets, wincing at the dull ache in my hip. My hand fumbled across the nightstand until I found my phone, its screen lighting up the dim room. Notifications stacked up—texts, missed calls, a couple of emails I wasn’t ready to look at.
There were two missed calls from Marcus and one text:
Mr. Dazai:Call me when you’re up. It’s about your dad.
I sat up quickly, anxiety cutting straight through the joy of post-orgasm bliss. I sent him a text last night explaining the situation on why I hadn’t been responding, and with the time difference, I guess he didn’t see it until later. My fingers moved fast, dialing before I could think about what he could be calling about.
