Page 89 of Where the Blacktop Ends

“And so am I. I need a taste of you. Right now.”

“You’re insatiable,” she says with a mock scold.

“I thought I was just an old man who couldn’t keep up with you.”

“You are. You’re a grandpa. Doesn’t matter how old you are, that automatically ages you.”

“Not like any grandpa you’ve ever met, though, huh?” my fingers brush across her pussy as she squirms.

“Nothinglike any grandpa I’ve ever met.” She continues shaving, her small hands steady but careful while I try to resist touching her again. “You know, when I went to that interview to be Liam’s nanny, I brought those cookies because I thought you were some old grandpa who might like them.”

“I did like your cookies.”

She laughs and shakes her head. Meanwhile, my fingers dip back inside the flap of fabric to get another touch. I slide one finger just outside her opening and feel how wet she is.

“Is this a mix of last night or do you wake up this turned on?” I ask, watching her lips curve into a smile, her tongue out as she works.

“I woke up this turned on.”

“Better be,” I growl, pressing into her clit with my thumb.

She shakes her head but stays focused. I should be more concerned about what it means for my face if she knicks me, especially with an election coming up in two weeks, but I don’t care anymore. I slip another finger inside her, hooking it upward as she tenses.

“I need to focus...”

She speeds up, trying to finish the shave, but I’m not making it easy as I continue to pump languidly in and out. “Do a good job, girl. Can’t have me looking a mess in front of the cameras.”

Her soft laughter turns into a gasp as I pinch her clit then sweep the pain away with my thumb. “Troy!”

“Finish up,” I command, my voice rough with need because I need to be inside of her.Now.

She wipes the last bit of cream from my face with a towel just as I add another finger and start scissoring, her wetness sloshing loudly in the tight space.

“I’m done,” she gasps, and I’m on her. My lips crash into hers, my tongue claiming her before I yank her off the sink and spin her around until she’s facing the mirror. I push my boxers down from her waist and press her forward, bending her in half.

“Touch your toes,” I whisper against her ear.

She bends, her body obedient, and I unzip my dress pants, pulling out my cock and sliding into her opening in one swift thrust. She’s warm and ready, her body clenching tightly around me. The angle makes her feel like I’m being clamped in a vice, and after only a few thrusts, she’s shuddering, spasming, squeezing around me, pulling my release as I come deep inside of her.

When we still, I clean her up with a warm washcloth, taking my time, before tucking myself back into my pants and zipping up. I lean down and kiss her exhausted smile gently.

“Go back to bed, baby,” I murmur.

“I like that you’re wearing a fancy, multiple thousand dollar suit with cum on your cock.”

I laugh and shake my head. “I like that too.”

“Are you sure I can’t help you with anything today?”

I shake my head, but the way she wants to be there for me means enough. She wants to help with Colt, but there are some things I have to take care of on my own and unfortunately, this is one of them.

“It’ll be alright. I’ll break the news to him, but I’ve still got hope. The appeal hasn’t been rejected yet so there’s still time for something to change. Two more weeks until the election. If Iwin, it’ll send a message to the mayor, the sheriff, and everyone else in this town that I’m coming for justice. For vengeance.”

She smiles, brushing her fingers over my freshly shaved jawline. “You look ten years younger being in North Carolina and it isn’t this baby face.”

I smirk. “So, you want me to stay clean-shaven like I can’t grow a beard?”

“No,” she whispers, leaning in. “I love the Troy who’s seen some shit. The one who fights for his family with purpose and loves fiercely because I’ve seen some shit too. You just seem lighter here.”

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