Page 19 of Cursed to Be Mine
But I crush it.
Even without my power protecting him and his crew from prosecution when they break laws, even without me greasing the hands of judges or getting police officers to ‘lose’ evidence, I am still of value.
My reach across this city is far from just political. People owe me favors. Powerful people that Derek cannot gain an audience with himself.
Some of my nerves settling, I finally hit send.
Hannah:I will bring her.
My street comes into view. I straighten, my body tensing as my gaze fastens back out the window. I sit on the left side of the car, and as we near my house, I look for Khalid. A kegel involuntarily spasms through me at the sight of his car in his drive.He’s home.
Better yet, he’s standing beside it shirtless, a bucket of suds by his feet.His back is to me, and the bulges and valleys of his muscles ripple as he stretches across the roof of his car. His dark-blue jeans hug his tight assas he works the sponge across the dark-blue metal of his Buick.
I want to tell my driver to stop on this side just so I can watch Khalid, but instead, I simply raise my phone to start a quick video to watch later in the privacy of my bed.
His head turns, and my breath catches as my thumb hovers over the camera. My body tight, I don’t move even though he can’t see me through the dark tinted windows.
Another kegel pulses through me, and I do a few more, imagining squeezing his cock as it pushes into me. He turns his head, his attention back on his car, and then we’re in our drive, and I realize I never pressed start on the video.
Dammit.
Sighing, I put my phone away and grab my cheerful purse, ready to get out of the car once my door is opened. My driver stands beside it, closes it behind me, and then nods as he heads towards his own car parked in my drive.
“Thank you,” I say, searching for a name but coming up empty.
If it bothers him, it’s not shown in his voice. “My pleasure, ma’am,” he says smoothly. He pockets his set of my keys for tomorrow, then digs his own out of his suit.
Turning away from him, I look across my yard to Khalid. He watches me, his brown eyes making me want to strip off my clothes and let him take me against the side of his car.
Smiling, I walk over to him. “It’s a hot day, isn’t it, Khalid?”
He nods, his arm moving across the windshield ofhis car, dripping water. My eyes latch onto his strong fingers as they squeeze the sponge, and I can almost feel them moving inside me. My thighs clench, and I clear my throat, trying to work past the heat drying it out.
“Um…uh.” I swallow before stretching my smile again. “While you’re already out here and all wet...” Another swallow. My eyes on his fingers again. “Would you mind washing my car too? I can pay you with a beer inside…” Heat flushes my cheeks, but I force my eyes to meet his, the image of his head between my legs giving me courage. “Or…”
But before I can suggest something else, he nods. “I’ll do it now.”
He straightens, then reaches down to grab his bucket.
“Oh, thanks.” Wetting my lips, I stammer for air before managing, “Thank you.” Wincing at the repeat, I swivel on my heels before he can see my embarrassment. I might be fifty-one and well experienced, but fuck, he makes me feel like a schoolgirl all over again crushing on my history teacher.
But you fucked him, remember?
Confidence seeping back into me at the memory of my teacher eating me out a day after graduation, I turn back around. My eyes widen as Khalid steps out from behind his car.
His erection is thick and hard as it pulses against his thigh, trapped in the constriction of his jeans.
“Do you need help with that?” I breathe, my eyes still low, my lips parted, my breath ragged, and so much fucking hope filling my pussy, another involuntary kegel rips through me.
“Mom?”
His eyes flick over my shoulder, and the urge to ground my daughter even though she’s no longer a child makes me clench my teeth. Forcing a smile, I turn to face her.
“Yes, Gen?”
She stands in the doorway of the double glass sliding doors leading into the dining room, letting all the AC out. Her clothes are getting too tight for her again, her waist being the problem rather than her breasts this time. As the faint smell of a burger fills my nose, I breathe out hard. “What did you have for lunch today, Scarlett Jo?”
She blushes as her eyes dart to Khalid.
