Page 141 of Heir

Her eyes were laughing. “Reward me, huh?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said, my voice deepening. “I’ll make you come as many times as you want.”

She laughed and pushed me away. “You already do that.”

I grinned at her, hopping on the bike and starting it up.

I held out my hand to her, and she grabbed it, hopping on the back.

I grabbed both hands and pulled her closer to me, until her little pussy was pressed against me and her arms were wrapped tightly around me.

I pulled on the throttle and took off, Gemma squealing behind me.

I rode hard and fast. I fucking loved the way she tightened her arms around me as we sped through the streets, the sun shining down on us.

We arrived at the high-end salon pretty quickly.

It was one of the businesses that Dad owned with Roman and Micah.

I had booked the entire hour, though I doubted it would take that long.

I parked at the curb and helped Gemma off my bike before I turned it off and hopped off.

When I took off her helmet, I was met with her smiling face.

“I’m guessing you liked the ride?” I asked.

She jumped into my arms, making me laugh. “I love it! Do you think we can take this bad boy up to the mountains? Maybe have a picnic?”

“Of course, baby.”

She pulled away and looked around, as if she was now just noticing the shops. “Are we going shopping?”

“We can later if you want, but the purpose of this trip isn’t to shop,” I said, and I had a feeling my eyes were taking on a hungry look as I watched her. And she noticed it too.

“Then what is the purpose?” she asked. I turned her around until she could see the salon.

Her breathing increased, and I was sure she could guess. “I booked an appointment for you. I want it all off, pretty girl. The full Brazilian. I can’t wait to see your fucking pussy groomed for me.”

Her breath caught, and I could see her nipples pebbling through the dress.

Fuck, waiting forty-eight hours for her to heal was gonna be torture.

Waking her up and making her come five times this morning before I’d buried myself deep inside her was not enough.

It was not fucking enough, and I was almost tempted to drive her back home and fuck her into oblivion.

But no, the temptation of seeing her bare pussy was too much.

“What do you say, pretty girl? Are you going to be good and let the nice lady wax off all your hair? Are you going to let me see my greedy, hairless cunt when we get home?”

She groaned. “Kai.”

“Go on in there. I already booked your appointment.”

She turned back and looked at me. “You want me to go in there by myself?”

Her cheeks were turning a splotchy red that was fucking adorable.

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