Page 107 of Whiskey Wednesdays

“No, I’m not. But I’d like to be.”

I rolled my eyes and was about to tell him to fuck off, when Elodie came running down the hall. Connor reluctantly stepped back, and I breathed out a sigh.

Connor smirked down at me. “Don’t get too comfortable.”

We ate lunch together, and Elodie chattered away. She had so much to tell me, and I loved and hated it. Connor stared at me through most of the meal.

Dad came over as we were finishing up to take Elodie to her friend’s birthday party.

Before they left, she took my hand. “Will you be here when I get back?”

I tucked a small wisp of hair behind her ear. She’d changed for her party, and she matched today. Mostly because she wore a one-piece blue romper. She looked so adorable with her hair done up in Princess Leia buns.

“Yes. I’ll wait for you,” I promised helplessly.

Dad glared at Connor for a few seconds, then let out a long sigh. “I’ll pick her up, and we need to run a few errands afterward. We’ll be home around five.”

That was four hours from now. “I’ll come with you,” I blurted out.

“Fuck no,” Connor growled.

Dad shook his head. “You two need to figure a few things out.” He turned to me. “Remember, I love you. And no matter what you decide, I’ll always support you.” And then they were gone.

Chapter 30

Islowly turned to Connor. “What just happened?”

“Elodie set you up like an experienced card shark, and your dad just walked out with her.”

Nodding, I started backing up. “I think you’re right.”

Connor smirked and folded his arms. “I’d prefer to have sex now and talk later, but I can be persuaded.”

My temper flared to life. “How about if I yell at you, and wenot–”

He was on me before I knew he’d even moved. He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me to him, devouring my mouth. Connor swept his tongue inside and tilted my chin.

My brain emptied, and I grabbed his shoulders. I felt like a junkie needing a fix, and my skin buzzed where he touched me.

Then he pulled back. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“I shouldn’t.”

“Bella, tell me or say no.”

“I want you to fuck me, okay? You’re still a son of a–”

Cupping my head, he kissed me again, long and hard. Then he pulled back. “You feel so good. I need to strip you, bend you over the kitchen table, and paddle your ass for leaving.”

My pussy contracted, and I pushed my breasts against his grip, then wedged my hand between us, palming his cock.

“You’re delusional if you think I’m going to let you spank me. I’m still so mad at you.” Reaching up, I grabbed his hair with my free hand, pulling his mouth back to mine.

When we finally came up for air, his grin was dark and feral. He took hold of the hem of my shirt and ripped it over my head. I returned the favor and pulled his shirt off, then leaned in and bit his pectoral. He growled and scooped me up, laying me out on the kitchen table and knocking over a chair.

Palming my stomach, he pulled my leggings and panties down and ripped them off. Then he caged my head between his hands and looked down at me. “Spread your legs. Wide.”

My heart hammered and my mind melted into a white hot haze. Connor’s eyes scanned my body, and his jaw clenched. I spread my thighs.

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