Page 29 of Worship Me (Men of Inked 7)
“I’m honored to meet you, sir.” Cypress held out his hand, and Mike shook it quickly but with a little bit of a frown.
“It wasn’t that long ago, kid.”
Mike went from being on top of the world at being recognized to being reminded that he was an old bastard within thirty seconds.
I hopped out of my chair and hooked my arm with Kat’s. “Let me introduce you to everyone else before our guests arrive. This is Angel, my sister-in-law, who’s married to my brother Thomas.”
They both shook Angel’s hand, and she blushed the brightest shade of red when she touched Cypress. These girls couldn’t keep their shit together in front of him, and it was embarrassing.
“James.” I touched his shoulder, and he turned with a smile.
“What’s up, doll?” He slid his arm around my back and stared at Cypress and Kat.
“This is Kat and her beau, Cypress.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” they both said, but not at the same time.
“Did you have a good first week at Inked?” James asked, making small talk, which wasn’t always his strong suit, but he’d gotten better. I had to give him brownie points for trying harder for me too.
“It was amazing. I’ve never worked anywhere that felt like home so quickly.” Kat beamed. “Your wife has been so helpful. She’s really an amazing person.”
James nuzzled my neck. “She really is. I’m a lucky man.”
“Aren’t they cute, honey? I want to be like them when we’re old.”
James growled in my ear, “I’m sure you will be.”
And just like Mike, they reminded me I was no longer the hot young thing I used to be either. I was a mom and a wife and not the wild Izzy who ended up in the back of police cars with bikers hot on my trail.
“Let me go finish the introductions, and I’ll come join you for a drink,” I told James.
“I’ll wait here for you.” He patted my ass again as I walked away with Cypress and Kat in tow.
“Thomas.” I motioned between Kat and Cypress. “This is Kat, our new artist, and her boyfriend, Cypress.”
“It’s nice to meet you both. Don’t let the group scare you away. They’re harmless.”
“You have an amazing family.”
“Thomas doesn’t work at Inked. He and James own a private investigation agency.”
“That’s good to know.” Cypress reached out for Thomas’s hand. “Never know when I could use your services.”
“We’re always here to help.” Thomas smiled. “Well, I’d better get to my wife.”
“We’ll catch you in a bit,” I told him and turned to face the cute young couple. “Feel free to wander around, or do whatever you want.”
“Thanks, Izzy.” Kat smiled, pulling Cypress closer to her body.
With her tucked under his arm, they looked like the most beautiful couple in the world. I could almost see them walking the red carpet at the Grammys someday. At least I could say I knew her when.
“If the buzz gets too much, feel free to duck out whenever.”
“We’re staying for the whole party. I miss home,” Cypress said. “I told some of my buddies to stop up here too. I hope you don’t mind.”
I shook my head, but I was a little bit panicked we wouldn’t have enough alcohol and space once word spread that the Cypress McDermot from Wicked Innocence was here.
“Don’t mind at all,” I lied because I wasn’t about to tell the celebrity standing in front of me that I wasn’t sure how I felt.
After I greeted a few guests and made my presence known, I started to search for James, but I couldn’t find him anywhere.
I pulled out my phone and did what any normal person would do in the same circumstances. I texted him.
Me: Where are you?
I covered my eyes, blocking out the sun, and glanced around the parking lot again, but no James.
James: Office.
I stomped toward the office, wondering what the hell he was doing in there when the party was happening outside. “Hello,” I yelled as I walked through the lobby toward the office tucked away in the back.
“In here,” James yelled on the other side of the door.
I rolled my eyes, ready to chew his ass out, but when I opened the door to find my husband with his pants pulled down and the biggest hard-on, stroking it with a look in his eye that said I was about to be thoroughly fucked, I forgot everything.
It had been ages since we’d done it in the office, worried that we’d get caught. I suddenly didn’t care that we had a tent full of people. They wouldn’t miss us.
“Close the door,” James commanded.
I pushed it closed with my ass and walked toward him as I unbuttoned my jeans. “You want this?”
“I want you.”
His deep voice sent sparks of electricity shooting through my body. I walked toward him slowly, unzipping my pants when his arm reached out and pulled me forward.
“You’re moving too slow,” he said, flipping me around and yanking my pants down so fast that I almost lost my breath.
I leaned forward, flattening my body against the desk, dizzy with anticipation. When his hand caressed my ass, I moaned and wiggled my ass, ready for him to thrust into me.
But James pressed his body flat against mine, placing his mouth next to my ear. “You want my cock?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.” I sealed my eyes shut and smiled, giddy with excitement.
“I need to be inside you,” he growled, rubbing the tip of his dick against my opening. “I need it more than air.”
“Fuck me,” I begged, panting and ready.
James pushed into me, taking me with slow strokes as his hands slid underneath my tank top and gripped my waist.
“Touch yourself,” he said. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”
I reached between my legs and stroked my clit as he thrust into me. The desk
