“So come for me. I’m standing right here.”
Unable to resist any longer, his hand moves, stroking up the length of his monster cock.
A deep groan rumbles in the back of his throat, sending a wave of heat rushing through me. But I lock it down.
This isn’t about me. It’s about him.
Lifting the screen, I hit the little red record button I spotted earlier and wait a beat to make sure it’s capturing this moment for me. Something tells me that I’m going to be able to make use of it many, many times in the near future.
“Hellcat,” he growls.
“Theodore,” I state, lifting a brow at him. “Don’t keep your wife waiting.”
“Fuck, babe,” he groans, falling back onto one elbow, and I really can’t complain because the definition of his abs from the move is fucking insane.
Hugging the tablet to my belly, I tuck my phone into my pocket and lift my finger to my mouth, biting down on it as he starts to stroke himself faster.
“I’m not gonna last,” he warns.
“At least you’ve done more than two pumps,” I tease. “Pretty sure a video of that would really ruin your rep after getting your arse kicked in the ring yesterday.”
The way his teeth clench tells me that he’s had some stick over it.
“Don’t care,” he grunts, his movements becoming more and more erratic.
“Nice try. We all know your reputation is everything. You want Daddy to approve. And getting your arse beat by a girl… I don’t think the big bad mafia boss will be anywhere close to approving of that.”
“I don’t care about him, Hellcat. I don’t care about anyone.”
“Oh?” I ask, more than happy to push him as he gets closer to his release.
“The only one I care about is you. Always you. Only fucking you.”
I gasp at the sincerity in both his eyes and his voice as he says those words.
But it’s not enough to put a halt to my plans.
“Stop,” I boom, pushing from the doorway and placing the tablet down before marching to the bed and looming over him, resting my palms on either side of his waist.
His chest heaves, his eyes are blown, and his skin is covered in a sheen of sweat. Sweat that makes my mouth water as I think about licking it from his tense muscles.
His breaths race out, fanning over my face, allowing me to smell the alcohol on it.
“Get dressed, Theo. We’re all going out to party.”
“W-what?” he stutters, clearly thrown for a loop in his haze of lust.
“You heard me. And don’t you dare finish that off. You need me to do it, remember?”
I push from his bed, ready to make my escape, but he comes to his senses enough to capture my wrist, hauling me back.
His hungry eyes burn into mine as I stare down at him sitting on the bed.
“Let. Go,” I hiss, tugging my arm free from his grasp. “Consider this punishment for invading my privacy.”
A smirk spreads across his face that makes my stomach clench.
“Aw, come on, babe. Admit just how hot it gets you, knowing that I was watching… listening to you when you cried out my name, wishing I was the one with my fingers buried inside you.”