Page 18 of The Right Woman

See you soon, then.

As I find my way to the dusty back reference section that no one goes to, except one person who checked out some crusty looking tome, I heave a sigh that the day is almost half done. A shadow lurks down the aisle, and I brace myself for Shanna’s harsh whisper, telling me to do some inane task I don’t want to do.

Dropping to a squat, I pretend to examine aNational Geographicwith the utmost care, turning it over in my hands. But soft footfalls squish toward me at a slow pace until I give up and stand.

Large hands squeeze my waist, holding me in place as a deep voice whispers, “Don’t make a fucking sound, except to say ‘Yes, daddy.’ Do you understand?”

The bass of his voice makes my blood sing in my veins, and I press back into him.No. No, Piper. Come on.Adon is a menace. A grouch. And he justtookyou in an alley like a common street whore.

When I don’t answer quickly enough, he grasps my hair and bends me over until my fingers claw at the metal shelf in front of me for some stability. His broad palm slides up my bare outer thigh, sending sparks down to my toes with his warm touch. The hem of my skirt slowly rises as his wrist reaches it. And then, he shoves it up until my entire naked ass is exposed. In my place of business. To anyone who may walk by.

A small gasp comes from the back of his throat as he spies my lack of underwear.

With a harsh tone cast over my shoulder, I whisper,“Someone could see!”

The breath is knocked out of my lungs as he swats my ass, the sound surely carrying to the front of the building and anyone sitting nearby. Darting my widened eyes to the ends of the aisle, I try to steady my pulse, but it races like I’ve just been on a roller coaster.

“Do you understand?”

Nodding, I refuse to say what he wants. Until I feel his hand leave my skin in preparation for another spanking. “Yes! Yes, daddy!” My voice is ragged and desperate. For him to fuck me again? If my pussy could answer, it would be a resounding yes.

One of his fingers trails through my opening with such tenderness, it almost tickles. My legs quiver as he teases my entrance. “Fuck, Rosy. You’re soaked.”

I whimper and press my hips back against his intrusion, but he won’t give me anything. The distinct sound of a zipperbeing lowered makes me swallow a breath. My core clenches in anticipation of the violation it’s about to receive. Especially when he grabs both of my hips, lines up behind me, and dips his tip just inside.

Instead of plunging in, he pulls my hair so hard, I have to stand up, my back hitting his chest with a wince. His teeth find my earlobe and he tugs on it to get my attention. It’s almost hesitant as he coughs words against my neck. “Are you clean?”

Blinking, I try to figure out why he’d be asking. Oh shit. We never used protection, did we? Turning my head toward him, he backs up quickly as our lips brush. “Areyou?”

His jaw clenches, and he snorts a breath through his widened nostrils. “Yes.”

“Me, too—” The word gets cut off as he shoves into me, and I naturally bend just to fit him in without straining. Ugh! Essa says her boyfriend has a porn star cock, and I’ve teased her about it, but his brother has to be bigger. At least he feels like it.

Not even hesitating, Adon rampages inside me as if he’s in a hurry. Part of me is glad. Anyone could come around the corner at any second. Hell, if someone passes the aisle in front of us and takes a book, I have no idea how to explain what’s happening behind the stack. Our skin melds with rhythmic slaps, the music of our sex slightly absorbed by the high-traffic orange carpet beneath my boots.

The shelf cuts into my fingers as I grip it, trying to wiggle away from the monster thrusting hard into me. As if Adon feels the resistance, he grips my thigh and lifts it, then sets it down in front of the letter W of an encyclopedia volume. “Need to get in deeper,” he grits out, then shoves himself in until my ass hits the waistband of his jeans. My eyes roll back at the full sensation ofhim.

Glancing back, I whisper, “Essa’s on her way here now.”

Firm fingers latch around my throat, and he groans a response. “Then you better be quiet, filthy slut. Taking backshots like a dirty little girl.”

While I grimace at his gritty talk, he spanks me again, and my eyes widen, scanning the library. I slap my hand over his, so he won’t do it again and make more noise. He, in turn, covers my mouth with his available palm.

My eyes squeeze shut, tears leaking from the sides as pleasure overrides my utter terror that I’ll get caught, fired, and have to live with one of my family members. I sink my teeth into one of his large fingers that hooks into my cheek until he grunts, shoving deeper in and hurrying toward the finish line. His warm palm slides from around my ass to my front, then finds my soaked clit, pulsing with need, and rubs vigorously until I know I can’t hold back any longer.

Sucking the digit farther into my mouth to quiet the raging storm of ravishment, I go to that mental heaven, where every desire is fulfilled. There’s comfort. And safety. The place where I feel close to someone, even if only one neuron holds on to the knowledge that once I come down, bitterness and loneliness will replace the euphoria at a rapid pace. For this tiny moment, I can pretend I’m not alone.

Adon’s fingers grapple to keep hold of my wiggling hips as he comes while pressing an open-mouthed hot kiss on my shoulder. The clipped hairs of his groomed beard scratch at my skin until I shiver as his fingers slip into my skirt pocket and pull out my thong, just as his dick slips from between my legs. His come drizzles down my thighs as I hurriedly force my skirt back over my ass and press the back of a hand against my hot cheeks. Suppressing a growl, I snatch at the fabric he shoves in his face, but he holds it out of my reach. With dazed chocolate eyes, he takes a big inhale, then stuffs them in his pocket.

The urge to slap him again overwhelms me. Because he used me like a cheap whore. But if I were honest, the truth is, I’m angry because…

I liked it.

When he leans forward to raise my chin with a crooked finger, I step back into the shelf. His rugged face and fierce expression lock me in place. “You be available for me whenever I need you. Got it?”

It’s difficult to swallow, but I manage it, then spit out my simple retort. “No.”

His eyebrow crooks with confusion. “No? I think the words you’re looking for are ‘Yes, Daddy Don.’And that’s the only thing I need to hear from your smart mouth other than ‘harder’and‘spank me.’”

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