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It doesn't help that she wore the least amount of clothes I would let her out of the house in. A baby blue dress that is very tight and very short. So fucking short I can almost see her ass. Thank fuck no one can because I would be on Americas Most Wanted in three minutes flat. I probably already am. They just haven't been able to put a face or name to me.
We arrived earlier than the dead man I’m supposed to capture tonight. I wanted to see exactly what kind of playing she wanted to do.
“Atticus.” She whispers. I lean down to give her my ear. She points, “What are those rooms?”
“Those, my curious Little Bird, are private rooms, where you order what you want on a screen and it’s brought to you.”
“Can we…”
My lips tilt as I guide her to one of the rooms. Sliding my members card and watching the lock blink before opening. The room lights up with soft lights. A simple four poster bed in the middle and a couch to face it. I guide her in, closing the door and sliding the screen from the wall. “Here is where you order.”
She takes it, scrolling through all my favorite options. And then she clicks on the last thing I thought she would.
I raise an eyebrow, “Really?”
She blushes, placing the screen up and walking towards the bed, slowly dropping the cloth she calls a dress. I groan as I take her sweet lingerie in. Blue to match her dress and little stockings I want to tear up.
I drop on the couch, spreading my legs and folding my hands behind my head. Watching her as she sits on the side of the bed,as if she wants me to watch the whole show, no obstacles in my way.
I’m hard just looking at her. All flushed and nervous.
I’m about to say something-like lets cancel your order- but the door opens. A busty brunette comes in, eyes only for Constance as she shuts the door.
Holy crap I’m nervous.
The woman in front of me is gorgeous, and for some reason, her eyes are solely on me. Even though there is an equally beautiful man on the couch. Honestly, I’m the average one in this room and yet, all eyes are on me.
I swallow as she advances, my hands curling into the bed as she stops. Her body is marvelous. Shapley in all the right places. Her skin looks soft and the sheer bodysuit she’s in sparkles with rhinestones.
She boxes me in, leaning down and taking my lips with her cherry mouth. I’m thrown a little at the arousal I feel immediately and she must feel the same because she moans inmy mouth, her hands crawling over my thighs and spreading them wide. Her nails scrape against my skin as her tongue slips against mine.
But then she grabs my neck, pulling me up and leading me around the bed so I’m sitting on the front. A better view for Atticus I realize.
She falls to her knees, and my eyes connect to Atticus who is already looking at me, not paying attention to the girl in front of me as she slips my panties to the side and lays her open-mouth on my clit. I gasp, eyes half masked as I grip her brown strands in my hand.
She fucks me with her tongue, so much gentlier than Atticus ever has. Lapping and sucking, working so hard for my release. But I can't give it to her, because it’s not hers.
She begins kissing up my thigh, crawling up my body and my eyes connect with her determined blues as she begins to position my leg up and..
“That’s enough. Out.” Atticus snaps and I whirl around her to look at him. He doesn't look pleased, he looks pissed.
The girl smirks above me before climbing off me and leaving.
I huff, sitting on my elbows to look at him but he’s already closer than I thought. Glaring down at me. “I tried, baby. Trust me, I did, but I’m a jealous man.”
“But she’s a girl.”
“Everyone bleeds the same under my arrow.” He tilts his head, snapping my panties against my skin, hard.
“Ouch.”
He pins me down with a hand on my chest. His fingers lazily rubbing over my damp panties. “This pussy only gets wet for me, Little Bird. Do you understand?”
“It’s a natural-”
“Shut the fuck up and tell me this pussy only gets wet for me.”
I swallow, “My pussy only gets wet for you.”
