"have A Mug To Show For It And Everything." While He Supports His Daughter And Baby Mama Financially,

“and you know that no matter how many times you tell me that, i’m not gonna listen, right?”

open to females. based on this.

" it's late, you do know you don't have to stay as late as i do, right ? "

to dance on the line of danger had always been part of the appeal of being with him. she knew full well that if either of them were to ever be to careless and fuck up, it would be both their asses in a federal prison. but they were too good at this now, familiar with the steps to this dance that keep them moving. "perhaps if she'd been more subtle i would have. it's not as though you're not wearing a wedding ring." she rolls her eyes, still irritated by it even as she relaxes under his kiss. her teacup lifts to her mouth again, swallowing again before it's placed down as she stands, arms wrapping around his neck before he can get too far. "i'm never going to let that happen, you know that. bed's cold enough when you work night shifts as it is." she leans in, lips pressing against his to greet him properly before pulling back the most miniscule amount. "i did love who you chose to take the fall this time, though."

being with isabelle made his life impossible. or at least his work. one wrong move and someone ended up dead. it was bad enough that he couldn't bring the actual criminal in handcuffs either, because he slept in the same bed as her ever single night. so his day was longer. with one less intern and one new case opened up. finally, he was home after trying to pin it on a registered offender. someone, that as far as he knew, also had beef with his wife. all in a day's work. by the time he got home, he was tired. maverick glanced over at her, dropped his keys on the table, and sighed. "you can never leave well enough alone, can you?" still, he walked over to her and placed a kiss to the top of her head. "one of these days, they're going to try and pin all these murders on me."

he squeezes her thigh, sliding his hand upwards to grip her jaw delicately as he turns his head to meet her gaze. "you're mine now. just mine. but that makes me yours too." he's not ready to admit the depth of his feelings for her, knows that the end of her marriage and leaving her children was still too fresh for her for them to delve into that. for now though, he's happy just enjoying the fun they were having. "yeah, darlin'. wanna feel that gorgeous mouth of yours." a grin spreads across his face, relief sliding down his spine at the feel of her unbuckling his jeans, her soft hand on his cock. his hand cards though into her hair, gripping just tight enough that it doesn't hurt as he encourages her forward. "hope you're ready to get that pussy pounded every day, ma. i'm gonna be having you every damn night."

Even the simple gesture of his hand on her thigh helped her relax even more with this life changing decision. All of this was going to be different but she had faith that Dante would keep his word. "Good because now I'm your complete responsibility. Of course I'll take care of you." She grinned reaching over to squeeze his thigh in return. "Oh yeah? Want a little road head?" She grinned turning herself towards him more not hesitate to undo his jeans reaching for his cock. Already she was wondering how she was going to fill her days. Not that she would mind going along with him for his business. At the same time she knew her main purpose of being with him was based on sex. Which wasn't all bad considering he was the best fuck she's had in a long time. "Looking forward to coming home and finding me ready for you? No more sneaking around either. Lots of possibilities."

he can't help but laugh at her, shaking his head. he's never met a woman so unwilling to admit her feelings for him, especially when things had progressed as far as they had between them. "what you've done for me? let's be clear, sweetheart; we did this for us. ain't nothing unequal about what we're doin' here." not now that they were on the road to a new life with the two of them as the focus, his former employers and her family a thing of the past. his fingers are gentle in her hair, tightening only at the first feel of her lips on him, groan filling the air. "fuck, holly. your mouth's heaven."

"Yeah but I know you have your work and other obligations, I understand that. Plus considering what I've done for you I won't be shy about speaking up when I feel like my needs aren't being met." Holly shrugged figuring she wouldn't need to do that often if at all. Although she was the one offering she still rolled her eyes playfully. The hand in her hair was encouraging as she moved to lean over the center console. "Trust me I'm looking forward to it." She responds happily before wrapping her lips around his cock gently beginning to bob her head to build a steady rhythm.

she should feel far too exposed under the table like that, but instead all she feels is power. she knows that not a damn one of them could touch her while she was like this, couldn't make a move on her now that it was clear that she and elijah were the most dangerous people in this room. she sucks happily on his cock as she listens to the mens pleas for mercy, their agreement to his terms in return for it. she smirks around him, releasing his cock from her mouth as she climbs up his body, hands on his shoulder as she lines up his cock and sinks down on it with a quiet moan. "can't we just kill them, baby? it's so much more fun." she rocks her hips against his, looking over her shoulder to smirk at the rest of them.

elijah just let out a pleased hum as she slowly bobbed her head, winding his fingers into her dark locks as his gaze remained cold and impartial as he glanced at the other men around the table. as boring as business was, he couldn't deny the fact he was getting off on showing off how one of their most prized members was now so willing to get on her knees for him. it made listening to their pathetic offer of reconciliation slightly more bearable. "i hope you didn't think you could buy my forgiveness with money. to be frank i already have more than you could ever dream of offering me." elijah stated. "what i will accept is territory, your east side is blocking what would be a direct path for my suppliers to transport through. give me that, and i'll stop the counter attacks."

she doesn't see him until gwaine's practically upon them, the anxiety in her chest easing the moment he gets involved. selaena watches wide eyed at the way gwaine reacts, the viscount grunting in pain at the way his hand is bent almost to the breaking point. her own hands move to straighten down her dress from where he rumpled it, amusement shining in her eyes at the rage gwaine spews. my apologies, my lord. she hears the viscount muttering as he pushes himself off the floor, storming off back into the ballroom while clutching his wrist. her gaze turns to gwaine then, heavy sigh leaving her lips. "what a vile pig. i love how he apologized to you and not the person he groped." her eyes roll, frown settling on her features. "thank you for that."

hearing her reaction was enough to get gwaine to be upset at the right person. and his feet moved fast as he turned the corner and grabbed the viscount by the wrist and bent it back. "unless you're new or a fool, then why risk your life by touching what's mine?" he said shoving the man into the wall making one of the paintings shake. "she's a married woman you fucking rake. if you're looking for a rutting, then make your way to a whore house."

they were more solid than they'd ever been, her trust in him utterly unwavering. their love was just as strongly, with her belonging to him just as he belonged to her. she rolls her eyes, though she knows damn well he's right. "yes, and you're very much using those tools to your advantage, santino." she teases him, using his full first name just as he used hers. her smile is mischievous though, her nose barely brushing his own as she smiles. she sighs, fingers pressing gently against his chest at the knowledge that he was right. she spends a moment deliberating, weighing up the pros and cons of just leaving with him now. "you know how wet being jealous makes me." she quips, kissing him back before shrugging her shoulders. "fuck it, i'd rather be at home with you, honey. i already gave my speech, i just have to talk to a couple more people and then we can go. call a car, okay?" she kisses him once more, already moving away so they can leave sooner.

Considering the strength of their relationship Ross knew he wasn't the one she worried about in this situation. If he were being honest he more worried for the woman's well being considering how ruthless his wife could be when it came to him. This charm to get him to change his mind was nothing new. There were many things Isabelle could get him to change his mind on, this was not one of them. "That's because our therapist gave us good tools to use when we need to establish boundaries Isabelle." He pressed their foreheads together as he smile sweetly. "Not with you wearing this gown tonight my love, I'm sorry. You're just going to have to stay a wet mess until we get home. Where I can take it off you properly and not risk hurting ourselves or objects in the process of capitalizing on this very sexy behavior." He lightly kissed her lips before pulling back. "I am very flattered though you want me so badly. Promise I'm not going to be selfish at all when we get home."

JESSICA CHASTAIN. ELLE Spain Magazine.

"and how do you expect me to keep it a secret without a reason, huh?" he knows that he's being an asshole, his frustration pushing him further and further into that territory without him being able to stop it. "it's not like my reputation would be ruined by showing up somewhere with you on my arm. or is that what you're so afraid of, that people will talk?"

" it's about more than my marriage. " she replied coldly. if the truth came out it would damage her reputation too. her work would find out ... it wouldn't be good. she was seen as a pillar of the community. " we have to keep it a secret — that's all. "