Page 44 of Beauty and the Bosshole

I tip my head down to look at her. The sheen of tears in her eyes rips at my heart. I hold my arms out wide. "Come here."

She practically throws herself across the limo against my chest. I wrap my arms around her and her cat, who hisses at me.

"Max, behave," she admonishes.

The cat hisses at her, too, as if to say ‘fuck no’.

"I take it he doesn't like people?" I ask as our prick of a driver merges seamlessly into bumper-to-bumper traffic and then grinds to a halt.

"He's a cat, Reese. He's opinionated."

"Is he going to claw me if I kiss you?"

She glances up at me with big eyes, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. "Maybe you shouldn't risk it."

Yeah, fuck that.

I lean down, slanting my lips over hers. She moans into the kiss, melting against me. I flick my tongue against hers, working my frustration out against her sweet fucking mouth. I pour it all into her, letting her have every ounce of it.

She takes it like a champ, driving me wild in the process. By the time I let her up for air, we're both breathing heavy, my cock is screaming for relief, and her cat is squirming to get free.

"He didn't bite you," she says, surprised.

"I wasn't aware that was a possibility, baby."

"You didn't ask."

I chuckle, shaking my head at her as I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "I have something to tell you that you aren't going to like."

"You might as well tell me then."

"My mom is at the hotel."

"Oh." Her brows furrow. "That's not a problem, Reese. I like your mom." Her lips twitch into a smile. "Do you know that she says she moved to Porter because a psychic told her that her future daughter lived there?"

I stare at her for a long moment, not sure if she's serious or not. "You're shitting me."

"Nope. She said she had to consult a psychic because you wouldn't help her out."

I throw my head back, laughing loudly. My mother is fucking nuts. Jesus Christ. "I guess she was right, wasn't she?"

"Guess so because you got me wasted and married me."

"Her room is right next to ours."

Ava's eyes go comically wide. "Well, that's going to be awkward."

I hit her with a hot look. "You're just going to have to learn to be quiet when I'm inside you, Ava. Because I will be inside you whether she's right next door or not. I refuse to spend the rest of this trip without fucking you senseless."

"Reese, I can't be quiet." She looks panicked at the thought. "We should just cut the trip short and go back home. Then she won't be right next door and I won't have to be quiet."

I wrap my hand around her throat, tipping her head back. "You can and you will be quiet. Even if I have to gag you."

She whimpers, squirming on my lap. "Reese."

"Fuck," I growl, my cock throbbing at the thought of her bound and gagged, unable to move or make a sound while I do whatever the fuck I want to her delectable body. If there's a heaven, I think that might be it. "You like the thought, don't you?"

"What? No," she squeaks.