Page 65 of My Silver Fox Billionaire

I sighed and looked at the ceiling, “Because I heard you scream, and I didn’t stop to grab my phone on the way.”

“I’m surprised you care.” She sniffled.

I sighed and shook my head. As soon as I’d realized she’d sold that bracelet, I’d lost it. When I’d given it to her, I knew she loved it. And it wasn’t even that she had basically given it away for a few bucks. It was the fact that I was sure she’d done it to get back at me.

“Don’t Addy.”

“Oh, we’re back to nice little nicknames are we?” She grumbled.

I propped her up on my lap and lifted one hand closer, examining it.

“I think we need to get these big pieces out the best we can. I don’t want to risk you driving them deeper in and possibly cutting a tendon.”

She nodded, “Whatever you say, boss.” Her tone was apathetic. “Or I guess I don’t have to call you that anymore, since you fired me, huh?”

My heart raced, suddenly wondering if I had pushed her too far. “This was an accident, right, Addison?”

She craned her neck up, searching my eyes. “You think I did this on purpose? That’s cute Damian.”

“Did you?” I demanded.

“No. I fucking slipped because I was distracted. I was busy worrying about what I’m going to do now that I don’t have a job.”

I sighed. “Just– this is probably going to hurt.”

“Don’t worry about me. I’m used to you hurting me.” She snapped.

I shook my head and went to work, gently pulling as many pieces of large glass out of her hands as I could. She bit her lip, wincing, but didn’t complain as I fished out the smaller pieces the best I could.

“You’re doing great. Are you alright?” I asked.

“Yup, just dandy.”

When I had gotten as much out as I could with my thick useless fingers, I pulled my tie off and gently wrapped it around her palms to protect the open skin.

“You restraining me?” Addison raised her eyebrows at both hands wrapped and connected with my tie.

“Something like that.”

“Hot.” She joked, turning her head and looking up at me. “First you lock a bracelet on me, and then you tie me up. You’re such a control freak. You know that?”

I couldn’t help myself, having her sitting in my lap, looking as beautiful as ever, even with the blood all over her. I tilted her chin up, and her lips parted, inviting me in. I met her lips, finally tasting that sweet taste on my tongue once more. I pulled her stomach back into me, cradling her as I deepened the kiss. Of all the fighting and tension we’d had, the sexual tension had just been building over the last few weeks. I couldn’t take it anymore, I had to scratch the itch.

She moaned into my mouth as my hands found their way down her stomach and under her waistline, searching for that tight warmth. I dove into her folds and she moaned loudly, echoing in the stairwell. She writhed against me, and then suddenly cried out in pain.

“Fuck.” I stopped, realizing she’d forgotten about the glass in her feet.

“No, don’t stop Damian. Don’t stop. I want you, I want this.” She pleaded.

“Addy, you’ve still got glass in your feet.”

“Damian.” She ground herself down onto my hand, searching for friction. “Damian, please.”

“Fine. Stay very still for me.” I’d make her come quick, and I wouldn’t draw it out, so she didn't wiggle too much. Maybe the endorphins would ease the pain until we could get out of here.

This was practically medical, a necessity, I decided.

I dipped into her warm desire once more, spreading and coating her clit as I circled around it over and over again. She tightened up, throwing her head back over my shoulder as I pushed her closer to the edge. I slipped my other hand down into her wetness and curved my fingers against her sweet spot while I continued circling her clit.

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