Page 12 of Hard to Judge

Her cry is throaty and unabashed.

“Why did you kiss us tonight?” I think about our lips, all three sets pressed together, and my heart rattles.

“I like to see you happy, both of you.” She rolls her hips and pants while I massage the front wall of her cunt with rhythmic strokes.

“And kissing us, how did that make you feel?” I pull harder along that soft front, and then add my thumb, carefully grazing the distended hood of her clit.

“Happy,” she moans.

“Just happy?” I tilt my head and narrow my gaze. “To have those plush lips against yours and mine. His hips to your hips.”

“His hips to yours too,” she whispers between gasps.

“Answer me, or I’ll stop.” My lips curve into a grin.

“Really fucking happy and…horny.” She grabs my wrist to hold me in place and rides my hand. “It made me horny too.”

“If you need more cock, Hailey, all you have to do is ask for it. I’ll make sure you get it.”

“It’s not like that.” Her head shakes, and her hips pump. “I don’t want random cock.”

“No, you want Hota’s cock.” I pull her to the brink with a smile. “As you should. It’s magical. The things it would do to this pussy.”

“Your pussy,” she corrects.

“My pussy,” I agree.

“I want…” She pants. Her cheeks are red as well as the tops of her breasts. The points of her nipples look like they could do damage. She’s so close. “I want you to have his cock too.”

My brain goes on the fritz. Everything locks up, and I stare at her stunned, completely still. Stunned and fucking tenting my pants even more than I already was, which was a fucking lot. I’m harder and more terrified at the possibilities Hailey lays out before me.

“I want you to have it however you want it.” She pants. The center of her green eyes never waver from my gaze. I recognize a spark in them every time she tells me that she loves me.

I’m beyond caring about whether or not I deserve her. She is mine.

“For this, my siren, you’re going to give me four before I’m inside you.”

“Four?” Those sweet eyes go wild.

“Four for my best girl.”

“He’s on a call.” Mio, Arlo’s executive assistant, sits behind her desk with her fingers flying across the keys of her computer and a phone propped to her ear.

“Wonderful.” He won’t be able to run away.

“He asked not to be disturbed.” Her petite fingertips abandon the keys, and she begs the person on the line to hold. She scrambles from her seat and throws herself in front of the door.

I stop a few feet away and smile down at her. “It seems you’ve forgotten who you’re dealing with.”

Her cheeks go as red as the soles of her shoes, but she stiffens her spine. “I have not.”

“If memory serves, it doesn’t take much to make you run away, Mio.”

“That was personal,” she whisper-screams. “This is business.”

Arlo hired Mio for me. He was under some misguided notion that because she was Japanese, smart as hell, and as beautiful as her given name implies, we’d walk down the aisle in no time.

That was six years ago, and it only took six minutes of sexy time for her to figure out that I was too much for her to handle. I’d known it from the moment I laid eyes on her, but it was still fun to prove a point.

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