“Wow, now you’re just being a tease.”
We move toward the bed. Driven by her teasing words, I push her onto the mattress, admiring her sexy body waiting for me. I’m so fucking turned on, leaving no time to do anything but get myself inside her. Laying my body on top of hers, my lips slam against her mouth while my hands wander into her shorts, instantly rubbing her clit. Fuck me. She’s soaking wet, desperately begging me to get between her legs and eat the shit out of her beautiful pussy.
She sucks in a breath, releasing a long-winded moan while unbuttoning my pants at the same time.
I quickly kick my shoes off, cautious of wasting time.
Pulling my cock out, she begins to stroke from the base to the tip, making me groan beneath her touch.
“Seriously, why didn’t you come home sooner?”
I kiss her mouth. “Because Marshall… fucker.”
She stops, mid-kiss, pushing my chest to create distance. “Wait, what did Marshall want?”
“I don’t know… stuff.”
I position myself, ready to enter her in desperate need to cure the throbbing pain from the blue balls that have built up over the past week.
“What stuff? Tell me? He wouldn’t be calling you unless this was huge,” Presley expresses with trepidation.
“Can we talk about this later?” My fingers slide between the walls of her drenched pussy. “I need to fuck you like yesterday. I don’t want to discuss work.”
She pushes me back, again. “No, now. What did he say?”
Frustrated, I roll on my back and rub my face, aware my dick is standing hard in the middle of the room. Maybe, if I make her shut the fuck up, I can get two minutes inside that pussy of hers.
“He wants our bestselling authors to co-write. Cross-genre. Romance and sci-fi type thing.”
“Oh my God, that’s a fantastic idea. In fact, I know some great pairings who happen to be good friends. I think they will jump straight on this. I’m really excited!”
Her enthusiasm for work should be the red flag. Now, she’ll be thinking about this rather than focusing on me.
“Great. Can we get back to me sticking my dick inside you?”
There’s a creak in the floor, a familiar creak that I hear every night. Presley’s eyes widen, and with the quickest of bolts, there’s no time to zip my pants without running to the bathroom where I stub my toe on the edge of the wall, tumbling inside quick enough to slam the door just in time. The pain ricochets throughout me, forcing me to walk it off inside the small confinement of our master bath.
Fuck me, muthafucker, this shit hurts.
I’m seeing stars—yellow, black, and now just one big giant blur.
“Mommy, I hear Daddy.”
“Daddy’s just taking a shower. C’mon let’s go back to your bed.”
“No. I want Daddy. Daddy promised he’d tell me the story about how the Yankees won the World Series.”
“Of course, he did,” Presley grits.
I turn on the shower, knowing full well our night of pleasure has ended. With a kid on the other side of the door and a tense night, I didn’t even have time to release. Fuck my life.
By the time I finish my shower and try to get my dick to deflate, I brush my teeth and wrap a towel around my waist, opening the door to our bedroom.
Masen is sitting upright in Presley’s spot and waiting, wide awake, with the biggest of smiles.
Presley is nowhere to be seen.
“Daddy!”