Page 40 of Hide From Me

cas

“Nothing makessense when I am with you,” I said, my cock still buried inside Rylee. Fuck, what had I just done? She moaned, and I was pretty certain at this point she didn’t have a single coherent thought, which was good. Because she was going to fight me when I didn’t let her back on that dance floor.

These rooms were for private business, and I supposed this would fall under that. I looked down at her. Her hair had that just fucked look all about it, and it splayed across the booth. Fuck, her prefect breasts were on display, and my fucking cock twitched at the idea of doing this all again.

That couldn’t happen. Not right now. Protect her. Not fuck her. Then again, this sure as shit didn’t feel wrong.

“You’re going home.”

That got her eyes opening wide.

“What?”

I couldn’t stop myself from leaning in and kissing her mouth and then a line down her body. Her fucking nipples needed to be tasted, just one more time.

“You are going home.”

She writhed under me and wrapped her hands back into my hair.

“I want to dance,” she said as she let out a moan.

I needed to get my wits about me. I couldn’t let her cloud my judgment. I couldn’t protect her if she was out here acting like a fool. But fuck if I didn’t enjoy having to put her in her place.

“You can dance in your apartment.”

That got me a very different reaction than before. Her fists rose, and she punched my arm because at this angle she couldn’t reach my face, which was most likely what she was aiming for.

“Fuck you. You could watch me, couldn’t you? You’ve been watching me do god knows what.”

I thrust my hips against her, reminding her that my cock was still buried inside her, and although I wasn’t as hard as I’d been, she still let out a delightful little groan.

“I’ve been watching you for your protection. The god knows what part was a bonus.”

I reached between our bodies and slid my thumb over her clit. I loved the way her muscles clenched around my cock.

“You’re always so responsive.”

She tried to say something, but the words came out unintelligible.

“Fuck you,” she finally got out.

“Yes, well, looks like we already did that. Or, rather, I fucked you.”

I pulled out, letting her legs fall. I could see the rise and fall of her exposed chest and smirked. I’d gotten to her, and with luck, she was never getting over this.

I tossed my jacket to her.

“Put that on and make that fucking dress a skirt or some shit.”

She grabbed the coat, but she wasn’t getting up. I tucked myself back into my pants and leaned against the door, waiting.

“I can watch you here or watch you at home, doesn’t matter to me.”

She bolted up and started to slide the jacket on for a second before she remembered it was mine, I supposed.

“What the hell, Cas? I knew you were fucked up, even when I met you all those years ago. I mean, you killed my father, but stalking me?”

I crossed my legs at my ankles as I pretended not to give a shit. I cared a little too much, or else I wouldn’t have always watched her. Or, rather, watched out for her.

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