Page 94 of Stepson

Her gaze watches my every move as she shifts in her seat. I know I’m affecting her in the sweetest way, and I can't wait to see her face when I’m done with her. This has been a long time coming, and the excitement coursing through my veins is palpable.

I take the seat in front of her desk, silently watching her before I let my eyes cascade over her smooth legs. The lighting in here is dim, and I know it’s because she was expecting my arrival. It sets the mood, and I can't wait to get this show on the road.

"It's been a long time, Gabriel, but I'm glad you've come back to see me."

She stands up and rounds her desk, stalking toward me as if she’s on the prowl. Her long, fake nails adjourn her fingertips and slowly trace over her chest and into her cleavage before she gives me a little peep show.

Her large mounds look as if her bra is suffocating her breasts, begging to be released. The black lace stretches as my eyes land on her perky nipples seen through the thin material. They’re darker than I imagined, and the closer she gets, the more I can see them.

I shift in my chair, adjusting my line of sight before she stops right in front of me. She leans against her desk and places a foot between my legs, nudging at my dick. Her gaze is full of fire, and I know she wants me.

The time is now. Do it, Gabe!

Pearl tugs at the tie around her waist that holds her silk robe closed as my eyes follow her movements. I wait for her to be in the most vulnerable position before I pounce.

“I’ve wanted this for a very long time,” Pearl whispers as she drops her robe to the floor at her feet.

She stands in front of me in her matching black lace bra and panties as my eyes skate down her body. For an older woman, she’s stunning to look at, and I hate myself for looking.

Pushing away from her desk, Pearl saunters up to me, placing her knee on the chair between my legs, leaning over me. My hands dig into the arms of the chair as I glare up at her, trying not to let my eyes slide over her near nakedness.

“Do you like what you see?” She asks as she slides one hand down my chest while the other tugs at the bra from behind.

The black material falls away, revealing the fake breasts beneath as I stare at them. There is no way I can stop now.

My hands slide up her leg, over her thigh, and toward her most sensitive place, but I don’t touch her yet. Her mouth falls open asshe stares down at me; her chest heaving with excitement. She’s almost where I want her.

“Stand back,” I demand in a growl.

A flash of arousal sweeps through her gaze as she steps back and waits for my next instruction. I slowly stand from my chair before I step up to her, pinning her between me and her desk. Her breathing is heavier now, and I know what she wants.

I slide my hand from her outer thigh, over her ribs, across her breast, and then grab her throat. My movements are rough but calculated, and it’s now that I feel in full control.

Clasping her throat tighter, I grab her jaw with my other hand and hold her head steady as I stare into her gaze.

“You fucking disgust me,” I hiss out.

Her gaze widens as she tries to move away from me but I have her exactly where I want her. This bitch isn’t going anywhere.

“I wouldn’t work for you if you were the last employer on earth, you nasty fucking cunt.” I spit into her face as my hands grip tighter on her throat and jaw.

Fear fills her gaze as she blinks several times. The hatred I have for this woman is enough to put me behind bars again, but I’ll hold my cool because of Bentley and our unborn child.

“You owe me some fucking money and after you give it to me, you’ll never see me again.” I move away from her long enough to guide her around the desk toward the safe where I know she keeps payroll. “Pay me what you owe me, and I’ll be gone. Don’t pay me, and I’ll be your worst fucking nightmare.”

Her body shakes beneath my embrace as she lowers down and starts opening the safe.

“Gabe, I’m s-sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, bitch, just get me my fucking money.”

The money she owes me is from when I was arrested and couldn’t collect for obvious reasons. It amazes me to think this bitch thought I came back here to get my job back while alsothinking she could get into my pants. This cunt is crazy. She couldn’t get into my pants all those years ago when I was single and fucking whoever I wanted, so what made her think she could now that I’m with someone?

“What do I owe you?” She asks in a shaky voice.

“Four thousand,” I growl out.

She grabs a wad of cash before she hands it over her shoulder to me. “That’s five. Please just don’t do anything else to me or my club. I’m so sorry. Please.”

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