Page 32 of Gifted

“Anyway,” she said, drawing out the word. “You’re lucky to have parents to annoy you.”

Which she didn’t, and now, I felt like shit.

“Poppy…”

She covered my lips with her hand. “Don’t. I’m just saying, if I was you, I’d want to be near them.”

“They live in Denver. I have my own place there, actually. I never got rid of it because I like having my own space when I visit.”

“And because you always knew you’d go back.” Her eyebrow challenged me, again.

“You’re too damn smart.”

She smirked. “Gifted, even.”

I rolled her under me. “I have a gift for you.”

“Another one?” she giggled.

I paused. “We probably shouldn’t. You’ll be too sore.”

And our tiny bathroom was too small to even have a tub for her to soak in. There was only a tiny shower.

“Noah. I’m fine. Though, actually, I might get a little pissed off if you don’t follow through with that gift you promised. You don’t want me to pout.” Her bottom lip trembled.

“Little lamb,” I warned.

“Yes, Daddy?” she teased.

“You are going to be so much trouble, aren’t you?”

She licked her bottom lip then caught it in her teeth. It didn’t disguise the smile that also shone in her eyes.

“But how will you give me your baby if you don’t…” Her finger traced a line down to my groin then trailed to the base of my rock-hard cock. “Put it in me?”

She was toying with me, using those words rather than frank language.

“I’ve emptied so much cum inside you, I’d be shocked if you weren’t well on your way,” I growled. My dick jerked as if nodding in agreement…or trying to beeline to her pussy. The latter was more likely.

Her knees bracketed my hips, her pelvis canting up to rub herself against my length.

“Please,” she wheedled.

She knew she could have anything she wanted. My girl had been quick to realize how wrapped around her finger I was.

Growling, I aligned my crown with her opening. Just as I readied to shove inside the perfect glove of her body, my phone went off. The Asshole Alert ringtone announced the unwelcome caller.

Fuck. Fuck! Fuck!

“Fuck,” I gritted through my teeth, lurching off her. Of course, I knew who it was since I’d assigned that ringtone to only one person. It was my boss—my ex boss. But I still had to answer.

“What?”

“It’s Headmaster Rutgers.”

“Oh…”

Getting up, I went to the desk to get my cell. Fuck! He wanted to Facetime.

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