Page 49 of Hardy

“You have a beautifulgarden, Rose.”

“Thanks, honey.It was justan overgrown jungle a few days ago.Baker and Hardy worked to getit like this.”

“They’ve got a good touch.”Millie leaned forward to scent a flower.Glancing back at Baker,Rose’s heart went out to him.The look of longing on his face tookher by surprise.Losing his wife had affected him in ways shecouldn’t even begin to imagine.

Rose left her alone with the menand made her way back into the kitchen.She finished up dinner, andkept an eye on Baker and Millie.They werestanding close together, talking,whispering.

“They look good together,don’t they?”Hardy asked.

She jumped back, startled and a littleguilty for being caught staring.“You shouldn’t sneak up on peoplelike that.”

“You’re only upset that Icaught you.”

He rested a hand on herhip.

“True.”

They both stared at the couple.“You’re aware she’s completely clueless, right?She doesn’t have aclue that Baker’s into her.”

“She doesn’t have to know.That’s up to Baker.”

“The boy is more cluelessthan I am about women.”His hand moved to the back of her neck,stroking over her pulse.

She closed her eyes, no longerinterested in Baker or Millie.

“What’s the matter, baby?”he asked.

“You know what.”

“You like it when I touchyou?”

“I’ve never stopped liking it.Every time you touch me it’s like a switch is going off, and you’rethe only one in control.”

She moaned as he moved behind her,pulling her against him.

“I could bend you over thiscounter, push these tight jeans down, and fuck you so damn hard,you’d be begging me for more while Baker flirts with hiswoman.”

“I want that.”

Hardy gripped her neck, drawing herback.She stared out at the garden, and she got a small glimpse oftheir reflections in the mirror.

“God, Rose, you test me and mylimits.”He kissed the side of her neck, flicking his tongue overher pulse.His other hand worked down her body, going over herlittle bump to between her thighs.She groaned, needing thefriction that only he could provide.

Thrusting her pussy against his hand,Hardy stroked her over her jeans, and it wasn’t enough.

“Tell me to stop,” hesaid.

“No.”

She couldn’t tell him to stop even ifshe wanted to, which she didn’t.

“I need you.”

“You’re such a greedylittle woman.”He lifted his hand, and shoved it inside her jeans,going past her panties, and touching her pussy.

“Fuck, that’s what I want.That’s what I need.Your pussy is so slick, and wet.”

“I want you, Hardy.I wantyou to fuck me,” she said.

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