after what we just did anyway.
“I didn’t think you’d call out my name. I’m glad you did though, that was a mega turn on.” The smile spreading across his face shows off his dimples and my breath hitches at the sight. I’ve never seen Roofie fully smile and it’s a fucking sight and a half; one I won’t forget in a hurry either.
He stalks towards me, eyeing me from head to toe and I just stand against the wall like a frozen lemon wondering what he’s going to do next. Inside, I’m nervous as shit about what he’s going to say. Trepidation has me stood on the spot, watching him, waiting for his next move.
He lifts his hand and a finger traces the length of my jaw before pulling my bottom lip from between my teeth. Planting a soft, gentle, kiss on my lips, the nervousness in my stomach dissipates and I smile when he pulls away.
“Let me take you out,” he says, his hands smoothing down my arms to rest on my hips.
“Take me out?” I squeak, eyes wide and staring into his. “Like a date?”
“Yeah, sure.” He shrugs a shoulder and that just makes me a little mad like he doesn’t want to but maybe feels obligated to do it.
“Are you sure? Because you don’t sound like you’re that bothered,” I snarl at him.
He looks at me all confused before saying, “I want to take you out on a date, woman. Shit, I’m not very good at this.”
I sigh and take pity on him. Moving close, I whisper in his ear, “As long as the night finishes with a happy ending.” I pull away and wink at him and a smile once again lights up his face.
“I’ll pick you up at seven tomorrow evening. Don’t be late, I don’t like waiting.” Winking at me to show me that he’s only joking, he presses another soft kiss to my lips before turning and walking out the door.
I’m still frozen to the spot as I trace a finger across my swollen lips. They’re still tingling and my body still feels alive. I’ve never been fucked so hard and I’ve never fucked against a wall. I must say though, that was fucking hot.
Hangover forgotten, I practically skip to the bathroom for a quick shower before I think of what to have for breakfast to celebrate this breakthrough with Roofie.
I’m sat in my Porsche 911 Turbo outside Gemma’s, a smile still wide on my face. I can’t believe that just happened. After all this time of thinking it was just me that felt the electricity between us…I’m lost for words. That was hot and even thinking about it a few minutes later is making me hard as shit behind my zipper.
The ringing of my phone pulls me back to the present and because I’m on such a high, I don’t bother with caller ID and answer, “Hello.”
“Son.” Does this fucking woman not get the hint? My high is flattened and my dick shrinks inside itself. “You’re going to help me with Tatiana.”
“Am I now?” I laugh at her down the phone. “She’s not my problem. How many times do I have to tell you that? She’s your fucking daughter. She’s nout to me.”
“Tut tut, wrong answer, Levi. Wrong answer. You will help me; you have no choice. You wouldn’t want me to pay a visit to that lovely girl you just visited would you?” I can hear the smirk in her voice even from over the phone and my skin prickles with anger.
“How the fuck do you know anything about her?” I shout at her. My heart is beating too fast and my pulse is racing.
“I have men following you, Levi. Don’t ever underestimate us.” She must be on fucking crack. She isn’t no fucking hot shot. “Did you not know? I married a man whose life revolves around the Mexican drug cartel. He smuggles drugs from there to here and makes a shit load of money. I have him wrapped around my little finger, darling.”
“You think I’m going to believe that bullshit?” My laughter is loud and reverberates around the silent interior of my car. “We don’t have drug cartels here; we have the Mafia.”
“Believe what you want, son. I’ll be seeing your
“I didn’t think you’d call out my name. I’m glad you did though, that was a mega turn on.” The smile spreading across his face shows off his dimples and my breath hitches at the sight. I’ve never seen Roofie fully smile and it’s a fucking sight and a half; one I won’t forget in a hurry either.
He stalks towards me, eyeing me from head to toe and I just stand against the wall like a frozen lemon wondering what he’s going to do next. Inside, I’m nervous as shit about what he’s going to say. Trepidation has me stood on the spot, watching him, waiting for his next move.
He lifts his hand and a finger traces the length of my jaw before pulling my bottom lip from between my teeth. Planting a soft, gentle, kiss on my lips, the nervousness in my stomach dissipates and I smile when he pulls away.
“Let me take you out,” he says, his hands smoothing down my arms to rest on my hips.
“Take me out?” I squeak, eyes wide and staring into his. “Like a date?”
“Yeah, sure.” He shrugs a shoulder and that just makes me a little mad like he doesn’t want to but maybe feels obligated to do it.
“Are you sure? Because you don’t sound like you’re that bothered,” I snarl at him.
He looks at me all confused before saying, “I want to take you out on a date, woman. Shit, I’m not very good at this.”
I sigh and take pity on him. Moving close, I whisper in his ear, “As long as the night finishes with a happy ending.” I pull away and wink at him and a smile once again lights up his face.
“I’ll pick you up at seven tomorrow evening. Don’t be late, I don’t like waiting.” Winking at me to show me that he’s only joking, he presses another soft kiss to my lips before turning and walking out the door.
I’m still frozen to the spot as I trace a finger across my swollen lips. They’re still tingling and my body still feels alive. I’ve never been fucked so hard and I’ve never fucked against a wall. I must say though, that was fucking hot.
Hangover forgotten, I practically skip to the bathroom for a quick shower before I think of what to have for breakfast to celebrate this breakthrough with Roofie.
I’m sat in my Porsche 911 Turbo outside Gemma’s, a smile still wide on my face. I can’t believe that just happened. After all this time of thinking it was just me that felt the electricity between us…I’m lost for words. That was hot and even thinking about it a few minutes later is making me hard as shit behind my zipper.
The ringing of my phone pulls me back to the present and because I’m on such a high, I don’t bother with caller ID and answer, “Hello.”
“Son.” Does this fucking woman not get the hint? My high is flattened and my dick shrinks inside itself. “You’re going to help me with Tatiana.”
“Am I now?” I laugh at her down the phone. “She’s not my problem. How many times do I have to tell you that? She’s your fucking daughter. She’s nout to me.”
“Tut tut, wrong answer, Levi. Wrong answer. You will help me; you have no choice. You wouldn’t want me to pay a visit to that lovely girl you just visited would you?” I can hear the smirk in her voice even from over the phone and my skin prickles with anger.
“How the fuck do you know anything about her?” I shout at her. My heart is beating too fast and my pulse is racing.
“I have men following you, Levi. Don’t ever underestimate us.” She must be on fucking crack. She isn’t no fucking hot shot. “Did you not know? I married a man whose life revolves around the Mexican drug cartel. He smuggles drugs from there to here and makes a shit load of money. I have him wrapped around my little finger, darling.”
“You think I’m going to believe that bullshit?” My laughter is loud and reverberates around the silent interior of my car. “We don’t have drug cartels here; we have the Mafia.”
“Believe what you want, son. I’ll be seeing your
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