pee. Please say yes.”
I stared at her gorgeous face. How can I deny this woman anything? “Let me see if Dillon will take the bar.”
Joss squealed as she threw herself across the bed at me. I caught her and tried not to groan when she pressed her tight little body to mine. Before I could pull away, she had her hand wrapped around my semi-hard cock and a sympathetic expression on her face. “This has been hard on you,” she said.
I smiled. “Right now it’s hard on you.” She laughed and started slowly lowering the sheet. I placed my hand firmly on hers and stopped her from taking it further. Her eyes shifted from my excited groin to my face. “I do not expect you to do this, Josselyn.”
“Do you not want me anymore?” she hesitantly asked.
I thrust my now hard cock into her hand. “Does it feel like I don’t want you?”
She blinked and then showered me with another award winning smile. “That just makes me want to do it more, Kurt. I love you. Let me take care of you.” If she only knew how much power she held. I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed the palm before releasing it and falling back onto the pillows. With her magical tongue and hands, my wife took amazingly good care of me. There was no way I would deny this woman anything…ever.
Dillon agreed to man the ship at Dragonfly, so I could take Joss to MMG that night. Once we arrived, I made sure she was happily settled with Piper and Ellie before heading over to Max and Gage to grab a beer. As I approached them, something across the patio caught my eye. It took a second to register. With her hair teased to high hell, and her barely there clothing, I almost didn’t recognize Marsha. She was standing across the patio talking with some Dragonfly regulars. Our eyes met for a brief second. Hers flared and her mouth tipped into a smile. Giving her a curt nod, I continued to Max and Gage. What the hell is she doing here?
“Good to see you out and about,” Max said, patting me on the back.
“The last two weeks have been a bitch,” I admitted.
“Everything okay?” Gage asked, handing me a beer.
I popped it open and downed half of it. My eyes drifted over to my wife, who was talking with Piper, Ellie and some girls, and I thought back to our morning. It is now,” I said, tapping my bottle to his and then Max’s. After three more beers, I had to take a piss. I could see Joss still sitting across the patio, laughing and enjoying herself. “I’ve got to take a leak. Be right back,” I told the guys.
Someone was in the downstairs bathroom, so I hauled it upstairs and used one of those. As I started down the stairs, I noticed Marsha standing at the bottom. Figuring she was waiting on the bathroom, I passed by without acknowledging her and steered for the door.
“What? You aren’t even going to speak to me?” she asked. Her exasperated tone made me pause and turn around.
“I’m sorry. How are you Marsha?”
“I’m good, Kurt. Thanks for asking.” She gave me a perplexed look, as if she wanted to say something, but was hesitant to do so.
Raising my brow, I asked, “Do you need something?” Whatever her issue was, I wanted her to spit it out, so I could go find my wife.
“Ummmm….can I talk to you for a second?” She shuffled her feet nervously across the floor.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” I told her.
“It’ll take just a second, I promise.” She scooted out the front door.
Fuck, I thought. This chick is up to no good. I stepped out the door after her and leaned my back against it. “Talk,” I ordered.
“I just wanted to say I think you made a mistake by not hiring me.”
This again? I fought the impulse to walk away and leave her standing there. “I’m sorry you feel that way. However, what’s done is done.” I made sure to look her in the eyes when I spoke. The finality in my voice could not be mistaken.
She narrowed her eyes, placed her hands on her hips and huffed. “You’re not going to
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