The way she rolls it against mine, the breathy whimpers and moans that echo from her throat as I devour her, her hands tightening in my shirt as her thighs squeeze my hips. I groan and stroke down her back, grabbing her ass in one hand while fisting her hair in my other.
My computer dings, and I draw back, panting hard. Sophia rubs over my chest slowly and nods. “Soon.”
“Are we still talking about telling your father or something else?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
A blush lights her face, and she runs a hand through her hair, trying to sort it a little bit as she gets off me. Looking over her shoulder when there’s an entire desk between us, her gaze strokes me from cock to face and back, and I fight the urge to chase her and drag her back to my desk.
“You’ll see when we get home.” She promises with a wicked glint to her eyes.
Sophia is sweet and loving and submissive, but I know there’s more to her than that. She has a demanding, lusty, dirty side that could easily rival mine if she let it out. Something tells me if I pushed her just right, denied her for just long enough, edged her a few minutes too long, that tiger inside her would make an appearance.
And I’m tempted to do just that considering she’s gotten me hard, teased me with a kiss that set every rational thought in my head on fire, and then left.
“Business first,” I tell myself as I look at my computer.
I still have more than a few emails to address, and then we need to go visit Miles. Sophia didn’t go yesterday since we didn’t get out of work until nearly seven-thirty. And she’s been on edge about her father in general.
Every day he gets better or doesn’t get worse, I see her antsy glances once we get home. After every round of sex, she’s been nervously returning to her bedroom, like she’s afraid her Dad has cameras or something.
I know that lying to him isn’t easy, even if it’s not actually lying. It’s maintaining a covert mission from someone who isn’t on a need-to-know basis, even if that person is a friend. A friend who’s saved my life on at least one occasion, one who’s always been so proud of his daughter that he couldn’t shut up about her even when we were in enemy territory.
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I close my eyes for a moment.
Sophia is Miles’ daughter. I’ve known that since I first laid eyes on her, but only now, when we head to the hospital, and she maintains a focused approach to the hospital, and its staff, do I realize exactly how messed up I am.
Fucking one of my best friends’ daughters… with his other friends. But it’s not just fucking. I don’t just throw Sophie down, fuck her, come, and go. I cuddle her, cook for her, make her laugh, take care of her.
Which has to make it better, right?
Sophia takes my hand in the elevator. “I have such a bad feeling.”
The rock still weighing my stomach down agrees. “About what?”
“I don’t know. The closer we get to his room, the sicker I feel. Like I need to run away or something. I don’t know what it is exactly. The hospital wouldn’t have called my mom or anything, would they?”
“Not if they’re no longer married on paper. You were listed as next of kin.” I ensure her, squeezing her hand. “Bambina, I’m right here.”
“I know.” She nods and leans towards me. “Thank you for that. I’m just … worried. Mom isn’t a person that anyone should be around if they need less stress in their life.”
I have wondered about Miles’ ex repeatedly. They ended before I had a chance to meet her, and I’ve always wondered about the woman who was so able to give up a man like him – driven, focused, proud of his family, and willing to do whatever it took to maintain a family.
Maybe it’s better, I don’t know. I wouldn’t be able to meet her eyes without feeling like some kind of villain. After all, how many times did Miles join in with us when we were with Bella? And now, four of us were actively taking up every free moment of Sophia’s time – as long as she wanted us.
Not exactly the best way to meet a buddy’s ex-wife.
But when we get towards Miles’ room, I see a different bitch, one I didn’t think would actually follow through on threats considering she’s never followed through on a damn thing in her life. Sasha doesn’t even look up from her phone as she leaves Miles’ hospital room.
Oh fuck.