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“I’ve never gone through anything like this and don’t have the experience of losing a spouse. But maybe the benefit would be a good thing. You obviously can’t undo the fact that your wife died. But I think raising money for people diagnosed with cancer would actually honor her memory.”
I nod but don’t look at her, so she continues. “You could name the benefit after her. Or better yet, create your own charity or foundation dedicated to her, with the first event being held here at the club. That way you can do more than just one event. It would then seem more like an honor to your wife and less like club advertising.”
I finally turn to look at her. Addy’s eyes are wide with earnest, and I can’t help but crack a smile in her presence.
“You know what? That’s a great idea, Addy. Thank you.”
Addy looks down at her phone before smiling at me.
“I’m glad I could help. I have to get going. My break is almost over and I have to pee.” Addy leans forward and plants a kiss on my cheek. “See you soon?”
“I’ll talk to you after your shift.”
I watch Addy get out of the car and sashay back into the club. My eyes linger on her hips as they sway with every step. It’s obvious to me now more than ever that Addy is so much more than the woman who has my heart. She’s the sign that Elise has been sending to me.
“Shh…,” Addy giggles between kisses as we make our way down the hall to her bedroom. The snores coming from Izzy’s room indicate that there is no way we’d end up waking her up.
I kiss Addy again as she opens the door to her room. We both crash inside and I close the door loudly behind me. Instead of making it to the bed, I bring Addy to the floor with me.
Starting at her lips I slowly begin kissing down her neck, stopping every so often to fiddle with the buttons on Addy’s black shirt. The lacy black bra she’s wearing underneath is revealed.
“Come on,” Addy whispers as she tears at the hem of my shirt. She lifts it up over my head and tosses it aside.
“Be patient,” I chuckle, pulling the bottom of her shirt from her leather shorts. I run my hands over the smooth skin of her stomach. I hook my fingers in the sides of her shorts and slowly pull them down her legs, revealing the seamless panties she’s wearing underneath. “Not matching?”
I arch an eyebrow as she leans up and fiddles with the button of my jeans. She pushes them down eagerly, looking up at me with lust.
“I didn’t know you’d be coming home with me today.”
After wiggling out of my jeans I toss them to the side and put my face between Addy’s thighs. I take her panties in my teeth and pull them down her legs, exposing her most intimate parts. I lean down and flick my tongue over her clit. Addy gasps and arches her back at the sensation.
This encourages me, and I move my tongue harder and faster against her most sensitive little button. She moans as her thighs clamp against my head, holding my face in place above her. Addy continues to writhe as the movements become more rhythmic.
“Oh, my God,” Addy moans as an orgasm takes over her body. Her legs begin to quake as it passes through her, and it takes only a few moments before her thighs release me. I crawl forward immediately, position myself at her entrance and push in my hard cock before her pleasure can wear off. She cries out as I move into her warm wetness.
I shudder as her insides encompass me. I move slowly at first, relishing in the heat of the moment. When Addy rocks her hips up to meet mine impatiently, I pick up the speed. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me in deeper.
“You feel incredible,” I whisper as I bury myself into her. I begin thrusting faster as she makes noises of pleasure in my ear. She hits her second orgasm, and when her cunt tightens around me I can’t stop my own pleasure from spilling inside of her. I collapse next to her and pull her close.
Chapter Sixteen
Addy
“Fold,”thecowboysittingat the end of the table groans. Actually, I’m not certain he is a cowboy, but he always comes in wearing a classic hat and expensive cowboy boots, so that’s what I’ve taken to calling him. He doesn’t seem to mind the nickname, either.
“Mine again. Man, rough night for you guys,” the man who won the round pulls the chips toward him. He’s wearing a pair of bright green sunglasses and his hair is slicked back like an old school greaser’s. There’s something about him that I find utterly off-putting, even if I can’t put my finger on it.
“I still think you’re cheating.” The man next to him crosses his arms and grumbles. I don’t intervene. I know the man isn’t cheating, and it wouldn't be worth engaging with the two of them about it. I watch silently as the dealer continues to collect the table cards and place them into the shuffler. He deals out a fresh deck to the players.
The game continues, and when the Cowboy loses his last few chips he gets up and walks over to the bar, probably to nurse his ego with a couple shots of whiskey like he usually does. I’m just about to move to another table to observe the play when my eyes flit to the door opening at the front of the club.
I pause my walk as I see my sister walk in the door. Anger bubbles up inside of me. What thehelldoes she think she’s doing? She’s not old enough to be here. Is she trying to get me fired?
I glare at Izzy as she approaches and she rolls her eyes.
“I need to talk to you,” she whispers.
“Can’t you see that I’m working? You’re still a minor and not supposed to be in the club!”