Page 769 of One More Kiss

She retorts in her normal snarky way. “You’re a sinner, a saint, and an asshole. Yes, that’s it. You can let go of my hair now.”

Without hesitation, I open my hand and let her hair fall. It whips left to right before settling down on her back. She stumbles a bit and presses her hand to her forehead.

“Where’s your date? He should be looking after you. Why are you coming out on the terrace alone?”

“Whoa. Please stop peppering me with so many questions. I started feeling a little woozy and wanted some fresh air. Ross was talking to someone inside. He’s my boyfriend, not my babysitter. I’m perfectly fine coming out here and puking my guts out all on my own.”

“Well, by the looks of it, he probably is about to revisit his lunch menu himself. Let me guess, you two must have started drinking before you came here. Am I right?”

“Yeah, a little. Just a few shots before leaving my house. To help me relax a bit.” She frivolously waves her arm. Clearly this is all a joke to her, and I want to bend her over that railing and spank her ass for making such an irresponsible choice.

“Well, that wasn’t very responsible of you now, was it?”

“I don’t need a lecture. I’m fine now. I’ll go back to the party.”

She stumbles a little and nearly falls, but I catch her.

“No, never mind the party. Let’s get you home.”

“I don’t want to go home,” she whispers, her blue eyes bleeding into mine.

I see she still wants to keep this charade going. I roll my eyes at her and against my better judgment, I decide to take her home.

“Well, I don’t care what you want right now. I’m taking you home, and by home, I mean my house.” I grab her by the arm and pull her into my side. The smell of alcohol rolls off her in waves, but I catch a whiff of her sweet perfume beneath.

“You’re bringing me home with you?” Her brows furrow. “I thought you wanted to keep business and pleasure separate.” She mocks my words from earlier in the day.

“Alright, smartypants. Let’s get out of here.”

Instead of stumbling back through the party with her, and having to deal with cynical assumptions, or risking William seeing us, I walk around the outside of the building with her, to the valet and retrieve my car. The attendant brings the car and Riley climbs into the passenger seat. Her head flops to the left as I reach in to buckle the seat belt around her. Thereafter, I make my way to the driver’s side, tip the attendant, and drive to my house.

I glance over at her several times. I can’t believe I care so much. I wonder what kind of change am I going through? This is certainly not anything I’ve done in the past. In any event, I couldn’t just leave her in a drunken stupor, prancing around with her pretend boyfriend. That would be too embarrassing for the company. My father would never let me live it down. I tighten my grip on the steering wheel.

By the time we make it to the house, she’s passed out and I have to carry her from the car and into the bedroom. She murmurs something inaudible when I place her on the bed. She lies there free for me to do whatever I want, and that thought has my dick throbbing. Fuck, that’s so wrong, but it’s that wrongness, the forbidden aspect, that has my balls aching.

I remove her shoes and lift her dress to pull her panties down her legs. Then I gently roll her over and slowly unzip her dress and remove it. I place her naked body under the covers and set her purse and shoes on the accent chair in the corner of the room. Her pretty emerald dress reeks of alcohol and vomit.

I rinse it in the sink, wring it out, and hang it across the tub hoping it will be dry come morning. Even if it’s not it, it won’t matter. When I walk back into the bedroom, I find Riley has kicked off the covers.

Laying on her stomach, her perfectly shaped globes are on display, and my cock hardens to steel. If I were a good man, I’d walk away right now. I’d walk away, go lay down and just envision fucking her, but I’m not a good man. I’m starved and I need Riley more than I want to fucking admit. She’s an addiction that I can’t kick.

Stripping out of my clothes, I continue staring at her ass. Images of fucking her from behind invade my mind, and I take a step towards the bed. I fist my length and stroke it long and hard, squeezing the angry red head. I need a release so badly, it almost hurts the way I ache for this woman. My jaw tightens as I speed up my strokes, my heartbeat thundering louder and louder in my ears. I can hear Riley whimpering, feel her tight cunt clenching around me. Imagining her pussy gushing around me, I move to kneel on the bed behind her, letting my warm release scatter across her creamy white ass. All the air in my lungs releases and I suck a ragged breath back in as I rub my cum into her skin.

She has no idea how fucking perfect she looks with my cum all over her ass. I walk over to the joint bathroom, stopping in the doorway to admire her beauty.

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The next morningI’m ripped from a peaceful sleep by a loud, insistent knocking coming from the front door. The person is so determined to get me out of bed that they ring the doorbell too. With a groan, I crawl off the couch and walk to the front door. My eyes are barely open as I unlock the door and pull it open. Heckle and Jeckle, better known as William and Thomas, are standing in front of me. My pain in the ass little brothers.

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead,” William snickers.

They virtually push me out of the way and welcome themselves in. I sarcastically embrace their presence and throw my arms in the air.

“Yes, please come right in.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” Thomas replies with the same level of sarcasm.

“What the hell do you guys want, and why are you here so early in the Goddamn morning?”

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