Page 95 of Fateful Hearts

Zoey leans in against me, her thigh pressing against mine. I drop my hand between us, resting on her thigh, and she instantly reacts, so I smirk, sliding my hand higher.

Tahlee turns to Zoey. “You’ve made him soft, Zoey.”

I let out a laugh as I slide my hand up under Zoey’s skirt. She tries to subtly fight me off, but I am nothing if not persistent. She lets out a long breath and keeps a straight face as I slide my hand against her soaking-wet panties. “Soft, I’m not so sure about. Stubborn and a pain in the ass, definitely.”

Hailee giggles from the other side of the booth, still eating her spaghetti. “You said a bad word, Mommy.”

I slide my fingers against the fabric of her panties, and Zoey’s entire body tenses. She’s so wet and ready for me already, my dirty little girl. “Sorry, baby. Mommy will have to try to behave,” she says, glaring at me.

But I grin, taking that as a dare, my cock aching so fucking much as her thighs clamp down tight around my fingers. Her hand rests on my thigh, squeezing it tight like she is having trouble keeping herself together.

Tahlee smiles, glancing over her shoulder. “Well, I guess I should get back to the kitchen.”

“Actually, Tahlee, would you mind staying and watching Hailee for a few minutes while Blake and I go to the bar to check on a drink selection? There are some cocktails I want to check out?”

Tahlee smiles wide. “Of course, gives me time to have a sit and a chat with the best kid in this place.”

Tahlee slides into the booth, right next to Hailee, as I quickly withdraw my hand from between Zoey’s legs, pulling her skirt down as she shuffles out of the booth. I follow behind her, wanting more than anything to subtly sniff my fingers, but that would be obvious as we slide out and walk off.

She grabs my hand, and I can’t help but chuckle. “Couldn’t handle the heat, huh, Cupcake?”

Zoey drags me past the bar toward the bathrooms without saying a word. I can’t tell if she is horny as hell or if she’s about to take me out back and murder me.

She walks us to the ladies’ room and shoves open the door. Luckily, there is no one inside, and I turn to lock the door behind us as she lunges for me, her lips pressing to mine as she rams me up against the door.

Smiling against her, my hands don’t hesitate, sliding down to her skirt and hiking it up, my tongue colliding with hers.Fuck, I want her so damn bad.I kiss her like there is no tomorrow as I lift her, her legs wrapping around my waist. Then I turn, walk toward the basin area, and drop her ass down on the edge.

My lips leave hers, trailing kisses along her neck, my hands sliding between us to reach for her panties, but her hand comes out, grabbing my wrist and stopping me. I halt, glancing at her, wondering what the fuck she’s doing when she stares at me. “Youever,everdo that to me in front of Hailee again, and we’re going to have serious words about this, Blake. She never needs to be at risk of seeing that. Do. You. Understand. Me?”

My heart races a little faster, and I nod in understanding. “I understand.”

Her teeth grip my ear and tug, making me let out an animalistic groan. “Now that we’re alone, don’t hold back and fuck me like you mean it, Mr. Branson.”

I swear, this woman and her fucking mouth. She knows what it does to me when she addresses me like that.

“Now, Cupcake,” I warn with a growl. “When do I ever hold back?” I raise an eyebrow in challenge as I slide her panties to the side and thrust two fingers into her. She’s absolutely dripping. I know she’s expecting me to rip her panties as I so often do, but the idea that they will be soaked with our cum when I’m done does something to me.

It’s another way to mark her as mine.

To remind her what I do to her.

Zoey moans, her head falling back, and I can’t wait.

She’s going to watch what she does to me.

As I remove my fingers, her pussy clenches around them, trying to pull them back in, and I groan. “Hop down and turn around with your arms behind your back,” I demand, my tone low and commanding. My cock strains against the zipper, and a shudder rolls over me in anticipation.

She does as I instruct, sticking her ass out and teasing me with a little shake. I can’t help but growl as I take in the movement, her luscious ass ready for me.

Our eyes meet in the mirror’s reflection, and hers widen, watching me remove my tie. She stands impatient, rubbing her thighs together, and I know she’s as worked up as I am.

This is going to be hard and fast.

I hope she’s ready.

Our breaths echo in the small space.

When my tie slides free from my collar, the whoosh cuts through, and I watch Zoey’s breath catch, and her eyes flare. Grabbing her wrists, I secure them with the gray material, one stacked on the other behind her back, careful not to bind them too tightly. Then I press down on her back, angling her hips right where I want them, and bunch her skirt to her waist. I want to see all of what’s mine, and I can’t resist reaching out and slapping her cheek. She squeals in surprise, then as I slap her again just on the edge of her pussy and ass, she follows with a low moan of approval.

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