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The food was delicious. You couldn't go wrong with roast chicken, potatoes, and veggies.

Michael, as well, was entertaining company. Although he appeared to be a little distracted, constantly checking his phone and clenching his jaw in annoyance at whatever he discovered on there. But from what I had deciphered, he was a pretty cool guy. Despite the five-year age difference, we had a lot in common.

I was still going to fuck his daughter's tight cunt into next week, though. I was still going to put a ring on her finger. Put a baby in her belly. Nothing was going to deter me from my prize.

The clang of cutlery hitting the floor drew my attention back to Lucy.

"Oops," she breathed. "I'm so clumsy. It seems to have fallen on your side. Would you mind picking it up,Mr. Drake?"

My hand tightened on the fork and knife, pleasure seeping my core at the deliberate emphasis on my name. With her gaze poised on mine, Lucy raised her fingers to her mouth and sucked each digit with calculated precision.

My eyes widened and flashed to her father, but his attention was on his phone, furiously typing away with a furrowed brow.

My jaw would drop at her brazen actions if I weren't grinding my teeth so hard.

I bared my teeth at her in what I hoped was an obliging smile. "Of course, Lucy." Her name rolled off my tongue like whipped butter.

I pulled my chair back and peeked under the table, spying the silver fork lying just out of my reach but close enough to my side. It was no inconvenience. I'd pick through hay to find a needle if she asked me.

As I bent down to retrieve the item, my gaze snapped to her bare legs. My hand started fumbling blindly for the fork as Lucy widened her legs, baring her cloth-covered pussy to me.

Her cloth-coveredwetpussy.

She had scooted forward in her seat until just the edges of her buttocks hung onto the end of her chair. That's how I could see the outline of her pussy lips, glistening against the almost see-through material of her white panties. Completely saturated by her wetness.

Hell, I could smell her sweet and musky scent from where I was crouched. I licked my lips and moved forward just a tad, needing to lick her cunt through her panties.

"You alright down there?"

I jerked so fast that my head banged against the table. I snatched the fork and reared back and out from underneath the table.

Lucy smirked at me before reaching across and plucking the fork from between my shaking fingers.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Drake," she cooed.

I glanced at Michael, relieved that he had resumed eating as if his daughter hadn't just flashed her wet cunt to his colleague.

Fucking brat.

I was gonna put her over my knee and smack her ass until it was red. And then I was going to smooth the sting with my tongue. I would open her buttocks and rim out her asshole, following the line of skin right down to her -

"You want another beer, Roman?" Michael asked.

Lucy raised her eyes to meet mine and sent me a demure smile—the antithesis of her previous behavior.

She was going to pay for that.

After dinner, Lucy served her delectable chocolate cake. Her father wasn't lying; it was delicious. Soft and moist. Not too sweet and with a smooth buttercream icing on top. For the firsttime in my life, food made me hard. All it took was the thought of Lucy barefoot and pregnant in our kitchen. Baking me a chocolate cake. Me scooping up a dollop of cream to shove in her mouth as I fucked her pregnant pussy from behind.

I shifted on the couch, hoping Michael wouldn't glance down and spot my hard-on. It would be hard to explain that away given that his daughter had gone upstairs. I couldn't leave without seeing her one last time. My hand itched to spank her for her come-inducing performance over dinner.

I don't know why she showed me her wet pussy; because it was apparent that she intended for me to see it. She didn't seem like the bold type to attempt a seduction on an older man. Unless...she had done this before?

I saw red. If this were a regular occurrence by her, I would be putting a stop to that. I'm the only man she would ever show her wet cunt to.

Michael's phone ringing brought me out of my dark thoughts.

"I gotta take this," he quickly said before rising and taking off to the kitchen, the phone already at his ear.