“You come here and you act like you aren’t intrigued when you’re really the most curious. You act like money doesn’t define you, but I saw the way you were gazing at the walls of my library. You know you want something like that but you can’t have it because you don’t have the funds for it but obtaining the funds compromises the integrity you try to feed those children. So tell me, Miss Emma, what is it you’re truly mad at?”
Her nostrils were flaring as my face slowly crept closer.
“Or maybe, you aren’t really angry at all,” I said.
I pressed my lips against hers and felt her body grow stiff. I watched her. With my eyes wide open as she glared at me. But she didn’t step back. Her eyes fell closed and her hands came down onto my shoulders and I felt my cock throbbing to life. I slipped one hand in my pocket and wrapped my free arm around her waist, ready to walk her straight back into my room and give her what she really wanted.
A taste of the forbidden fruit she never thought she would obtain.
I ran my tongue along her lips as I took a step towards her. I felt her back up, following my movements as my fingertips sank into her excess. She parted her lips for me as her hands threaded around my neck. I could feel her tits growing hard against my chest. There she was. The animal of a woman that was seated inside all of them. Every woman, no matter how willing or unwilling, always wanted a taste of me. She wasn’t angry at my hotels. Or at my money. Or at my reputation.
She was angry that she thought men like me didn’t notice women like her.
But it wasn’t true.
I had noticed her all right.
And I wanted her. All of her. To be buried inside of her and fuck her until I had to slap a pillow over her face to keep from waking the kids.
I pressed her against the wall beside my bedroom door as her hands gripped the collar of my shirt. She pulled me deeper into her as she stood on her tiptoes. I slid my hand from my pocket and dropped it to her hip, grabbing her and hoisting her into the air with ease. She gasped with shock as I suckled on her lower lip. I ground my thick cock up into her heated pussy as her legs wrapped around me.
So willing.
So wanting.
And my, how I enjoyed that dance we had executed.
I felt her side vibrating and she stiffened. My lips drew away from her skin and I watched the lust-filled haze of her eyes quickly drop. She scrambled down from the wall and pushed me away, causing me to stumble backwards.
Then she ripped her phone out of her pocket and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Miss Gentry speaking. Yes. Mhm. I called earlier to check on Benjamin, Hunter, and Zoey Aaron. Yes, they’re with their uncle, Ryan Aaron. Is that who I should release them to?”
Her eyes turned to me before they filled with worry and shock. Whoever the hell was on the other end of that line was telling her much more than she needed to know. I had half a mind to reach out for her damn phone and cut the fucking call. She had her answer.
She didn’t need to know any more of my family’s dark secrets.
“I understand,” Emma said. “I’ll release them to him immediately. Thank you for getting back to me tonight.”
She hung up her phone and slid it back into her pocket as she cleared her throat.
“Looks like you’ve been granted temporary custody of them,” she said.
“As I told you earlier,” I said.
“Well, if tonight is any indication of how you treat them, then they’re in good hands.”
Her eyes weren’t reaching to meet mine anymore, and I wanted to crook my finger underneath her chin. Pull her beautiful gaze back up to mine. Finish what we had so desperately started.
But instead, she walked over to her purse and plucked it from the couch.
“Leaving so soon?” I asked.
“I got my answer,” Emma said. “Now, I go home.”
“You really don’t have to.”
“Yes, I really do.”