Page 133 of Sinful Hearts

“Why are you even bothering with a mere mortal like me?”

She’s always so full of piss and vinegar, and so full of this all-business confidence, that seeing her so vulnerable like this is almost heartbreaking.

“You could have any woman in this city, Hades.”

“Elsa—”

“So why are you wasting your time with me?”

I shrug my jacket off, draping it around her shoulders.

“Come on. I’m taking you home.”

* * *

We’re barelya block from the Plaza when movement in the passenger seat next to me catches my eye. I turn, and my jaw clenches.

Shit.

“Guess I got your attention.”

Elsa’s still beyond drunk. But besides “angry” and “sad”, drunk Elsa is also apparentlyhornyElsa. Because right now, she’s turned herself sideways in the passenger seat with the slit of her dress open, giving me a really good view of her white lace panties.

“Elsa, you’re drunk.”

“So?”

Her hand slides up her soft, creamy thigh. My eyes return to the road, but then dart right back to her. I watch as her fingers tease over the waistband of her panties, and then suddenly slide right into them.

Fuck.

I’m not going to mess around with a wasted woman, especially when I’m stone cold sober myself. But, I’m only human. And watching Elsa’s face melt, her eyes rolling back as her finger strokes her pussy under her panties has me hard in seconds.

Very, very hard.

“Does this make you want me?”

“You know it does,” I growl. “Elsa, that would make adead manwant you.”

She blushes.

“But you don’t have to do a thing to make me want you.” My eyes lock with hers. “I always fucking want you.”

She shivers, chewing on her lip and then moaning softly as her fingers tease at her pussy.

“Do you want me right now?”

“Yes.”

Of course I do. Ialwaysdo. Day and night. No matter what the fuck else I have going on or should be thinking about or concentrating on.

I’m watching the road, because traffic is getting dicey, when I suddenly feel a hand sliding over my thigh.

“Elsa—”

I groan as her soft fingers wrap around my bulging cock under my tux pants.

“You’re so hard…”

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