“She’s with her family,” Addie says, finally understanding. “Good for her.”
“So, are you glad you went?”
“Yes.” She turns in the seat and smiles at me. “I had a great time. They’re really nice people. And they love you.”
“What’s not to love, right?” I toss her a flippant smile, but she just tilts her head to the side, studying me.
“You know, you look good in this car.”
I raise a brow at the sudden lust that’s burning in her eyes. “Is that right?”
“Mm.” She leans over and kisses my shoulder. “Your arms flex just so when you grip the steering wheel, and it makes me crazy.”
“My arms?”
“Sexy,” she whispers and unfastens her seat belt so she can get closer to me, then kisses my neck, almost making my eyes cross. “And have I mentioned that I love the ink on this arm as well?”
“You didn’t have to mention it,” I reply with a grin. “You pay enough attention to it for me to know that.”
She kisses down my arm as her hand drags up my thigh, and just like that, I’m hard as fucking stone.
Before I can form a complete thought, Addie has my pants undone and my very hard cock out and in her sexy little mouth.
“I’m going to wreck this car, Addison.”
“No you won’t,” she says with a grin before sliding her tongue up my cock, from my balls to the tip. “We’re almost there.”
“Son of a bitch,” I mutter and do my best to concentrate on getting us through Addie’s gate and to her building, then throw the car in park and bury my fingers in her soft hair as she works my cock with her hot mouth, sucking me hard, moving up and down in the perfect rhythm.
“Addie, stop.”
She barely shakes her head no and keeps going.
“Addie, I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
She hums, but doesn’t stop, and fuck me, I can’t stop the orgasm that shudders through me and she pulls away in time for me to come in her hand.
I’m breathing hard. I’m fucking sweating. She sits up, wipes her hand off on a tissue, adjusts her dress, and steps out of the car, while I sit here, chest heaving, wondering what in the fuck just happened.
She just sucked me off in my car.
“Where are you going?” I ask as I jump out of the car.
“Home.” She turns and grins. “You’re welcome. Good night.”
“Hold it.” My voice is sharp, and I don’t do anything to soften it. “Either I’m coming inside with you or I’ll get you off right here for all of your neighbors to see. It’s up to you. I don’t get off and then leave you. That’s not how this works.”
“Oh.” Her eyes are wide, and then a slow, sexy smile spreads over her lips, swollen from my cock.
Her other lips will be swollen from my cock before the night is out too.
She simply turns and walks to her door, unlocks it, and as soon as we’re inside, I slam it shut, then slam her up against the door and squat in front of her. I don’t have time to undress her, to kiss her.
All I can think about is tasting her.
“God, you smell so fucking good.”
I pull the skirt of her dress up around her waist, lift one of her legs onto my shoulder, and yank her panties to the side, exposing her.
“Your pussy is so fucking wet.”
“You say fuck a lot when you’re turned on.”
I can’t take my eyes off of her. I lean in and swipe my tongue from her opening to her clit, then back down again, and groan in satisfaction when she grips my hair in her fist, moaning and arching her back against the door.
“God, Jake.”
I press my thumb to her hard nub as I hollow my cheeks, pull her lips into my mouth, and fuck her with my tongue. She’s squirming, trying to pull me away and press me closer at the same time.
Now I switch, pushing two fingers inside her and sucking on her clit, making her fucking crazy. I’ll likely be bald from her yanking on my hair when this is over, but I don’t mind in the least.
Finally she stiffens and cries out, coming hard against my mouth. I stay here, kissing and caressing her as she rides out her orgasm, and when I stand, bracing her so she doesn’t fall, I kiss her hard, letting her taste herself.
Which has me hard all over again.
“Well, that was fun,” she murmurs with glassy eyes.
“Oh, baby, we’re just starting.”
Chapter Eleven
Addison
“I love the menu changes.” I smile at Riley, then look back down at the beautiful menus she designed. “Seriously, these are gorgeous.”
“Mia came up with the content, I just designed them,” she replies and sips her coffee. We haven’t opened for lunch yet, so she and I are sitting at a table in the dining room, going over the menus and catching up. My waitstaff has arrived, and they’re bustling about, getting ready for us to open.
One of my full-time waitresses, Daisy, walks past us, pulling on the neckline of her blouse, and smiles. “Good morning.”
“Morning,” I reply.
“So, we haven’t talked in a while,” Riley says and settles back in her chair. “Tell me how you’re doing. How are you and Jake getting along?”
“I’m great,” I reply honestly.
“Even after your minor meltdown a few weeks ago?”
I roll my eyes. “It wasn’t a meltdown. God, you guys are dramatic. I just had a bad day.”
“And called in sick,” she reminds me. “You worried us.”