“Go get cleaned up. Play time is over.” If looks could kill, I would be dead on the floor right now.
“Are you kidding me?” She rolls over, and with a huff, crosses her arms over her large and very fake tits.
“Not kidding, Mandy. Don’t have time for your shit either. You know what this is, and I didn’t make any promises earlier.”
“Do you think that just once, you could actually act like you want me around?” She pouts.
I level her with a look of my own and roll off the bed, stripping my dick of the condom, and throwing it in the trash before walking out of the bedroom.
Once I get into the office, I unmute and take a deep breath before I speak. “Izzy, sorry. What’s up?”
“I’m so sorry, G! I didn’t think you would be . . . busy.” I might have believed her if it weren’t for her soft laughter.
“Funny. So? What’s the early morning call for?”
“Okay, okay. Not laughing anymore. I need a huge favor. Nate’s running a small fever, and I can’t make his appointment. I need to meet with the wedding planner in an hour, and Ax is down at the office. I think he’s just teething, but I would feel better with the wedding and all this weekend if I made sure. Anyway, I called Dee, but she can’t take him because she has a meeting this morning, and I tried Maddox because Ax said he was free, but he said ‘no girl’ and hung up on me . . . I think he has a friend over if you know what I mean.” She isn’t going to stop talking if I don’t hurry this up. Izzy in ‘frantic bride and worried mother’ mode is just a hot mess.
“Iz, spit it out. If I can help, I will.”
“Right. Can you take Nate to the doctor in an hour?”
“Yeah, Baby Girl. That wasn’t that hard, was it now?”
She laughs before answering, but I can still hear the stress lacing her words. “Not hard, G. I feel like I’m losing my mind.”
“Just hang in there. By the end of the weekend, everything will be worth it.”
“I know, but I still feel like something is going to go wrong any second now.”
“Stop stressing. Do you honestly think Axel would let anything stand in the way of making you his wife? Nope. Wouldn’t happen. He would move mountains for you. Time to relax.”
“All right, I’ll try. Owe you one.”
“No, you don’t. You know I love spending time with little man. I’ll swing by in about half an hour. Got some stuff I have to take care of here first.”
“Oh, yeah . . . I can imagine.” Her laughter is the last thing I hear before she disconnects.
When I turn around, Mandy is standing in the doorway, ass naked and scowl firmly in place.
“What?”
“Who the hell was that? You took a call when your dick was in my body. A call from another woman?”
Why do I put up with this bitch? Oh, that’s right, because if I wait any longer to get some, my dick will shrivel off. “Amanda,” I roar her full name. “Hear me right now. You do not get to sit here and sling that shit. My sister calls and I’m done. Get that now, if you ever plan on revisiting my bed.”
“You’re done? Your dick is still hard,” she shrieks at me.
I don’t have to look down to know that my dick is screaming at me to finish. I reach down and caress my balls, trying unsuccessfully to ease the ache that is coiling in my gut. Fuck . . . I need this so bad.
“Babe. I don’t have time to take my time. You want to finish? Fine, but it will be hard and fast.”
Her snarky mouth and creased brow immediately lift. The smile that takes over her face reminds me of why I waste my time with Mandy. She is fucking beautiful, and if I weren’t such a cold bastard, I might want something more than a way to get my rocks off with her.
She saunters over to my desk and hops up on the edge, spreading her long, toned legs and revealing her wet pussy. “Come on baby. I’m dripping for you.” She runs her red tipped fingernails along her folds, rubbing her clit a few times before pushing two fingers deep into her center. Sure enough, when she brings her digits out, they are gleaming with her juices.
“Want a taste, baby?” Her voice brings me back from my lust-induced fog, reminding me why she is here.
“Shut up.” I growl before shoving my arms under her legs and lifting her pussy to my lips. She grabs hold of my hair, gripping it with her long fingers as I stand with her still attached to my mouth, eating like a starved man.
“Oh . . . Greg, baby! Love your mouth, love when you eat me.”
I growl against her core, willing her to shut up.
Walking blindly back down the hall, I dip twice so that she doesn’t knock her head against the door frame, and toss her back into the rumpled mess of my bed.
She quickly crawls over to the edge, and before I can stop her, my dick is all the way down her throat. I pause to enjoy her wicked fucking mouth for a second, and then I softly push her off me. “No time, Mandy. Got shit to do.”