“Yes.” She doesn’t sound certain.
I cup her breast and rub my thumb over her hard nipple. “My offer stands.”
“Ummm. I ummm.” She takes my wrist. “I have to go. They need me.”
I groan, and when I pull back, she looks almost miserable about her decision. That brings a smirk to my face. “Let’s go. The sooner you’re done at the shelter, the sooner I can give you what you need, little thief.”
“Yes, right. The, um, shelter.” She slides off her stool and backs away a few steps, as if distance can clear her head.
When I stand, her gaze goes right to my hard cock. She licks her lips. Fuuuuck.
“Out. Now. Before I change my mind.” I feint toward her, and she turns and runs from the kitchen.
“Left!” I call, and she follows my instruction as I’m hot on her heels.
When she pushes through the door to the garage, I catch her and pin her against the wall, kissing her hard again as she grips my sides. I’m trying to let her leave, but I’m having all sorts of trouble going through with it.
“I have to go,” she murmurs against my mouth.
“Okay.” I kiss her again.
She moans, her fingers tangling in my hair. We kiss for a while longer, my need for her like a raging inferno.
“Avery,” she gasps and turns her head. “I have to go.”
I groan my eyes and finally release her. “Take the Rover. It’s automatic.” I reach above her and pluck the keys from the wall. “I’ll be right behind you.”
“You’re coming to the shelter?” she asks.
“I’m going to make sure you get there safe, go transact my business in the city, then come back to you. After that, I’ll follow you home, lick your juicy cunt, get married, and then fuck you so good you’ll beg me to keep you captive forever. Agreed? Good. Let’s go.”