Page 34 of Lost Love

The music reverberated in my chest, and as the night disappeared into the morning, I watched the gorgeous women around our table. Folding her legs over me was a busty blonde.

My earlier text to Pepper had gone unanswered, and I was growing impatient. I took my phone out again, but there was nothing. I needed her tonight. I needed my release against the curves of her body and the feel of her caramel velvet skin pressed to mine. I closed my eyes, imagining the way she made me feel. The way her body made me forget what my fate was.

“Should we get out of here?” The blonde on my lap wriggled her ass against my groin, thick with thoughts of Pepper on my mind.

With the haze of alcohol and the thought of Pepper lingering on my lips, I found it difficult to make any kind of decision. She dragged her long nails against my forearm, sliding off to stand.

I adjusted myself, and she pulled me upright. “Let’s go,” she purred in my ear.

Who was I to argue, especially since Pepper had taken to ignoring my text?

We weren’t exclusive anyway.Were we?

My driver pulled up at the curb. I sat in the front with the blonde in the back. Deciding that chatting with my long-term driver, Haydon, outweighed conversation with…

Fuck, what was her name?

I stumbled into the entrance while the annoying click of her heels sounded against the polished floor tiles. The elevator doors closed, and she was on me like a leech in wetlands.

I closed my eyes, imagining it was Pepper and kissed her back with a force only reserved for her.

“And I thought you weren’t interested,” she said, pulling back slightly and taking in the tent in my pants.

The doors opened, and I blinked—the bright lights forcing me to wake from my haze.

She stepped in and walked around my foyer. “So this is how the other half lives,” she said, pulling her dress and wrapping it below her fake tits.

Why did everyone have fake tits in this town?Pepper didn’t.

Pepper.Guilt rendered me still.

“It’s not happening, sweetheart,” I said, stepping back and pressing the elevator button.

She stopped peeling down her dress. “You’re kidding, right?”

But when the elevator came, I held it open. Her confused expression was replaced with anger. Not that her lineless face could convey that.

It was in the haste at which she pulled her dress back on and the quickness in her pace as she brushed past me.

“What a fucking joke!”

“Yeah, that’s what they said,” I responded under my breath and removed my hand from the door, so they closed, sending her away.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” I said aloud.

Walking into the bar, I poured myself another drink and slid out my phone, checking it again.

Pepper:Sorry, just saw your messages. Lourde’s in a bad way. I can’t come around, but I’ve been craving you all week. Hope you’re okay.

I reread the text—she’d been craving me all week. My chest burned with warmth, and I quickly thumbed out a reply.

Connor:Till tomorrow, Athena.

I’d stripped out of my clothes a moment later, and my erection pressed upright against my torso. Turning the shower lever to hot, I stepped inside, the scorching water dripping down my front. I closed my eyes, imagining her curvaceous body of sin on top of mine, riding me, her hips grinding back and forth.

With my hand on my cock, I was vicious. Ruthless in my assault on my cock, I dipped my head under the water stream, the searing heat livening all my senses. I shot out my pent-up load with her molten-brown eyes, full breasts, and round ass in the forefront of my mind. But it wasn’t enough, not nearly. I needed her here.

I balled my hand into a fist and slammed it against the wall, the tingling shooting up my arm. “Fuck!” I exploded, the sound echoing around the walls of the bathroom. I leaned my head against the cool marble. My haze slowly lifted from the mushroom cloud of whiskey, and I opened my eyes.

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