“I hated that by the way,” I said.
“What?” she asked. We were sitting close together, her head resting on my chest and my hand in her hair.
“I hated seeing another man touching you,” I said.
“He didn’t actually touch me. You knocked him out before he could.”
“Still,” I said.
“Sorry, I can’t wear a sticker on my forehead that says ‘property of Charles Hampton’.”
“I like the sound of that,” I said, laughing.
“Of course, you do,” she said, looking up at me. I kissed her. I meant what I said. I didn’t want another man touching her, let alone her slimy boss who wanted her to do stuff above her pay grade. I gripped the back of her neck as we kissed. We kept the screen up more than we kept it down these days, you know, just in case.
She pulled away and straddled me, kissing me hungrily. I ran my hands up her thighs and hips. Her body was made for sin. I sunk my hands into her ample curves as she ground her hips into me. I was hard and getting harder by the second.
The limo lurched to a stop and we both almost fell over. I helped her out of the car and followed her out.
“Plans for tonight?” Brenna asked as I unlocked the door. I cupped her ass in my hand.
“Just one.”
We tumbled into the house. I slammed the door shut, then grabbed Brenna. She giggled as our lips came together again.
“Aren’t you at least going to offer me something to drink first?” she asked. She yelped as I scooped her up and sat her on a table with a vase on it. The vase fell and crashed to the ground.
“Charlie!” she said.
“Don’t worry. I’ll buy another one.”
She laughed as I pulled her underwear off and got my cock out. I didn’t need anymore convincing, I was rock hard. I pressed up against Brenna, holding her legs apart. She guided my cock to her lips. I shuddered sliding into her. She was heaven. Her body was heavenly, perfect in every way. I would kill a man who stood in between me and her.
We went at it. We were rabid, starving wild animals. The table rhythmically knocked the wall with my thrusts. Brenna buried her face in my neck, moaning softly. Yeah, I’d definitely kill a man to be able to do this. I’d kill a thousand men to be able to do this.
26
Brenna
“Charlie…”
I couldn’t think or speak when we were like that. All I could do was feel. It really shouldn’t have but that little spectacle at the office had turned me on. I would never tell him because I didn’t condone violence, but it turned me on the way he protected what was his when he thought it was under attack.
Me. I was his. He was mine. It was instantaneous. My orgasm surged through me so hard I almost choked. I thought I was going to die. That was impossible because being with him was my idea of heaven. I waited as he climaxed, pumping into me.
I panted with my arms around him. He had gripped my hips as we were having sex and was finally letting go. His hands softened and came up to my waist.
“Are you-”
The doorbell cut him off. I snapped out of it immediately. We walked in and didn’t even make it to the bedroom. Not even the living room where we could have had a little cover. The worst thing that could have happened, happened. The front door opened.
I heard a woman gasp. I was mostly covered by Charlie’s body and we were both still fully dressed, save for my underwear on the floor. I peeked over his shoulder.
Today just wasn’t my day, was it?
“Charles Hampton… what in the name of god do you think you’re doing?”
Veronica Hampton, mouth wide open, white as a ghost was standing in the doorway. How could my luck get worse? It couldn’t, not unless she suddenly announced that Charles and I were related.