Page 98 of My Rose

“You think?”

I passed the photo back to her, nodding my head. “Yeah. Who’s this next to her?”

She looked to where I was pointing and shrugged. “I don’t know. She has a lot of photos with people that I’ve never seen before. Figured they were all just from her classes.”

“Was she into art history, too? I don’t remember what her career was from that day she came in.” Mostly because I was too busy looking at her daughter to hear the words coming from her mouth.

“A lawyer,” Rose replied, sitting up to put the photo back in the box. “Both she and my father were going to law school, but when she got pregnant with me, he offered to stay back and let her continue going to school while he stayed home with me.”

Add that to the list of fucking things I never knew about her. Guess for PIs, dead people didn’t matter in a file. But to me, they did. Everything about Rose mattered.

“So you stayed home with your dad mostly?”

She twisted on the bed to lay on my chest, her chin propped up on my pec. My hand instinctively moved to take her hair in my fingers. “I don’t remember much, but I think I did. I must have because my grandparents didn’t have a room set up for me when I moved in with them. Not at first, anyway. I took over my mom’s old room.”

“And this box is everything she left behind?”

She nodded against me. “Yep. Haven’t seen any of it until now.”

I cocked a brow at her. “What else is in there besides photos?”

“A few pieces of costume jewelry, newspaper and magazine clippings, papers with scribbles that make no sense. Lots of random things you’d find in a nightstand or something.”

I smirked. “Odd, like what you’d find in your nightstand?”

“I haven’t…” Her words trailed off as she put the box on the floor and leaned over to open the nightstand drawer. “Oh my god, Briggs. What even…what is this stuff?”

I smiled more. “Pull one out, and I’ll show you.”

She reached in and pulled out a strap I had custom-made for her, with red satin that lined the cuffs for her wrists and ankles. “Umm…I can tell what goes in here, but I’m confused about why it’s so short. How am I supposed to be comfortable with this on?”

“Comfort won’t even be on your mind with that on.” I got on my hands and knees, prowling over her body and taking the new toy I couldn’t wait to see on her from her hands. No better time than the present. Without warning, I flipped her onto her stomach, and she raised her hips and pushed back, grinding her ass on my already stiff cock. I chuckled, bending over her back and nipping along her ear. She moaned, her breaths coming out heavy like I loved. “Your cunt is the most greedy thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of fucking, baby. I can’t wait to see how eager you become when you can’t see what’s coming.” I pressed my dick harder against her covered ass. I couldn’t wait any longer. Something about this woman made me so goddamn impatient. “Are you ready to try this on for me?”

“How—” I wrapped my fist around her hair, pulling her head back and making her spine arch as I silenced her. Lifting the back of her shirt, I leaned down and licked the column of her spine, watching goosebumps flood her milky skin as she moaned. Fuck, I could be above her, beneath her, and inside her all day and still not have enough of her.

“Be my good little slut and find out. You remember what to do if it’s too much, right?”

“Tap on you three times or tell you no.”Such a good fucking girl.

“Exactly.” I released her hair and pushed her down by the nape of her neck. With her head angled to the side, she nodded against the bed, her eyes watching my every move while I rolled the rest of her shirt up and pushed her lace panties down, exposing her to me. “This won’t hurt, baby. You’re always safe with me. Remember that.” I got to work on hogtying her, grabbing her wrists gently and securing each before moving on to her ankles, all while telling her what I was doing and walking her through it. I kissed her tenderly, sweeping my lips from where she was bound, moving down until I reached the smooth skin of her thighs.

“Briggs,” she moaned. “Please.”

I slapped her bare pussy, feeling her arousal smatter along my palm with each quick flick of my wrist. Her body ground hard against the bed, trying to gain the friction she so badly wanted, but the way I’d secured the hogtie to the straps mounted to our mattress wasn’t letting her thighs come together. She was spread wide open for me, her back dipping with her raised hips and breasts pressed deeply into the sheets.

“Lift your hips a little more for me, Rose.” She went to work, shimmying her knees and stomach until her perfect ass was raised in the air like a white flag of surrender to my sanity. “Fuck,” I growled low, freeing my cock from my sweatpants and stroking it at the sight of her. “Whose little slut are you, baby?”

“Only yours,” she said without hesitation.

I grinned, then released my cock and flipped on my back, working my way beneath her.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, unable to see with her chin angled down, digging into her shoulder.

I spanked her ass, eliciting another moan from my greedy girl. “Drop your hips and sit on my face.”

“No.” I slapped her ass harder, then wedged my hand between her and the bed to twist her nipple until she cried out. Her pussy grew so wet it took all my willpower not to sink in and devour her like I wanted.

“I want you to sit. On. My. Face.” She shook her head against the bed, her hips swaying above me, taunting me. “Are you teasing me, baby? Denying me will only get you punished.” Though, I kind of liked the idea of finally edging her.

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