She Punches In The Code To The To The Doors, Watching Them Open For The Pair Of Them And Sliding Her

"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. "

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

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

a smile spreads across his face at her reaction, groaning quietly as she pushes away the phone. "do you really think that i'd ever let anyone else see your pussy?" he questions, dropping a kiss to her inner thigh even as he lets the phone drop from his hand and onto the bed. arthur's palms grip the outside of her thighs, sliding up her skin and tugging her a little closer to him as he merely sits back and looks at her. "there it is. so fucking beautiful." he murmurs, pressing another kiss to her inner thigh before dragging his lips lower, letting his breath skim across her core in tease. "prettiest damn pussy i've ever seen." her murmurs, lips wrapping around her pussy and letting his tongue slide lightly against her hole.

There was something really sexy about hearing him get stern on business calls that got her immediately wet. Even if they were on the verge of sex she didn't mind if it meant hearing that tone from him. When his attention returned to her she let out a content sigh allowing him to spread her legs open but she frowned at the phone still being in his hand. "Oh no we're not doing that," she quickly course corrected reaching to push his phone away. "You'll accidentally send them to some Croatian arms dealer and I won't have that. You can see my pussy but only if you're the only one seeing it. Understood?" She looked to make sure he was going to comply as her fingers slowly pulled back her panties.

she's obsessed with her husband in a way she never has been with another man, which makes sense considering he was the ne she married even after seeing all there was that the dating world had to offer. but as he fucks her, touches her, her head is filled with him and him alone. "that's right, baby. i love them all getting to see that i'm your slut. only you get to fuck me like you want and all they can do is watch and wish it was them." she grins, head tipping back as she slams her hips back against his cock, taking him deep as she moans and whimpers for him. people could be at the door right now watching on and she'd have no idea, too lost in the pleasure he gives her to give a shit. she moans louder at his filthy words, nodding her head. "fuck baby, please let me cum. i wanna cum for you, all over your cock and fingers. please, i need it so bad, i just wanna be your little slut."

There wasn't much Ray wouldn't do for the sake of Lorna's happiness. Which is why he so easily caved whenever she started teasing him. Though he does take great pride in making her react like this still after years of being together. "Oh I know you love putting on a show," he whispered into her ear. "Making sure people see how much of a little slut you are for me." That's how he knew exactly what to do to bring her to her climax. "I didn't ask you to keep quiet did I, should have known it was a mistake if I did." He managed between eager grunts as he continued thrusting into her and in turn into his own fingers. "Yeah you're gonna come huh? Did I tell you that you could? You just want to real bad don't you?" He teased as his fingers kept working against her clit. "You might just have to beg me real nice like and I'll think about it."

"she was flirting with you is the difference. i may trust you entirely, but that doesn't mean people are allowed to flirt with you like we're not married." sometimes she lets them live, just has them maimed a little rather than killed, but this one had most certainly deserved it from the way she had touched her husband's bicep. she exhales softly, his arms around her causing the stress of her day to simply melt away. isabelle plays with his hair idly, humming as she smiles. "would you rather they learn the truth and the pair of us ended up behind bars for 25 to life? not to mention if you didn't enjoy the trouble i bring, you never would have married me." her nose brushes against his own, hands sliding down from around his neck to find his belt buckle as she begins undoing it. "however will i thank you for that, darling?"

they're a dangerous pair. someone in the world of crime and someone in the world of law enforcement. all of his training in the academy should've told him to run far from isabelle. yet here he is, married to her and never thinking that they can be apart. "more subtle? if she even smiled my way when i wasn't looking you would've thought that she was flirting with me." although he has to give his wife the benefit of the doubt. the intern had been wanting to fuck him, he just never gave her the time of day. he wraps his arms around her waist, holding her close as he returns the kiss. "i know, that's part of the trouble. anyone that gets too close to the truth, i can expect will end up dead." not that he's complaining. he pulls back from the kiss, rolling his eyes. "yeah? well they're not going to give you any trouble anymore. they're behind bars for twenty-five years."

it's ridiculous how happy it makes her just simply to hear him agree to buying her food, already perked up and far happier to be in his presence. "oh, food and vulnerability go hand in hand. no one can tell me otherwise." she shrugs, following him towards the door as she shoves her hands into her pockets to brace the cold. chuckling, she turns her head to look up at him, all too amused. "you trying to get me to beg you already? buy me dinner first." she flirts shamelessly, tone entirely teasing.

malik exhales, the tension in his shoulders easing just a little at the shift in her tone—less edge, more familiar ground. teasing, yeah, but not biting. that he can handle. "yeah, alright," he says, the corner of his mouth twitching upward like he's trying not to grin but failing anyway. "guess that's a fair trade for emotional vulnerability." he turns, already heading toward the door with a casual toss of, “but i'm not sharing my fries. don't get any ideas.” a pause, then over his shoulder—half grin, half dare—"unless you say 'please.'”

she goes willingly into his arms when he wraps her in the towel, hands resting gently against his chest. it's funny how violent the both of them are in their day to day lives, their hands covered in more blood than anyone would know, yet she always feels safe in his hold. "it's not that there are better options than you, baby. i just...i'd hate to look back on my twenties only to realize i wasted them not having fun and living life to the fullest. a real relationship just doesn't fit into that for me." but why did it feel like she was losing something even more special in exchange for that? his arms drop but hers don't, one of her hands sliding up to his cheek and brushing her thumb over it. "okay. you're gonna share a bed with me though, yeah? i'm not sleeping on your couch."

Now that she's cleaned up Benedict allows himself to admire her for all her beauty. Of course he wants her but what they want are two completely different things. As she reached for the towel he beats her to it and opens one to wrap her up in before pulling her close against him. "I do want you I just want you completely. Not just for hooking up or when you don't have better options, which are arguable in my opinion." He sneered knowing there weren't many men out there better than him. "You could have me every night if you would just not be such a brat. I mean I like you being a brat just not about being with me." He shrugs before letting her out of his arms. "Stay here tonight yeah? Just so I know you're okay. I'll grab some clothes for you to wear. They'll be mine though since you didn't leave any here when you left."

he will always love his business, the raw thrill it gives him to teeter the line of danger constantly. it was something that arthur would be loathe to ever give up as long as he lived. though at that moment with belle's panties pulled to the side and that gorgeous pussy on display for him, there's little else in life that matters to him. "mad isn't exactly the word i'd use right now." he mutters, opening up his camera roll to snap a picture of her pussy. "how could i ever be made when you're looking so lovely for me?" his fingers reach forward, dragging down her slit as her snaps a couple more pictures, sliding two fingers inside her as he starts recording. "you're so fucking wet for me, babe."

his voice was loud, it took over the room. belle could not deny the fact that seeing him worked up like this attracted her too. he liked him sweet and loving, but this angry man? oh, she listened to him wanting, almost ready to touch herself. but she didn't. she kept waiting, like a good girl. god, how silly she felt when he turned to say he was sorry. she was old enough to not feel like this, but she melted for him. and she did exactly what he told her to do. she put her left hand down and pulled the black lacy panties to the side. and that made her cheeks and neck feel warmer than before. "are you still mad?" she asked softly, smiling at him, hoping he would not think of her as a freak for wanting this.

he's not thrilled about the idea of babysitting the girl, but ray had been his friend a long time, and he'd always been sweet on lorna too. he knows that if the situations had been reversed and he was the one whose kid had been targeted, they would do the same for him. he turns when he hears her enter, blowing smoke out the window as he takes in every inch of her. gorgeous like her mother and bold like her father, he can't help but drag his eyes over her frame before snorting at her words. "they'll get over it. tell them to bill me for the smoke damage." he grumbles, eyes trained on her as she approaches. the last thing he expects is the gentle brush of her hand against his, inhaling softly as her lips wrap around where his previously were. it's a distraction he doesn't need, an attraction he shouldn't be feeling. "let's just keep that list to things that won't get you killed, huh?"

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The way her parents were over reacting about this situation was beyond insulting. Bea was an adult now which meant she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself. Yet instead of just being able to lay low for a couple days at her apartment a glorified baby sitter was sent to watch over her. At least it was someone decent to look at and not her older brother this time. "You know my parents would be pissed to know you're smoking in here." She challenges finally emerging from her bedroom finding him smoking by the window. There had been a tension between them that wasn't completely sexual but for her it would help make this situation more tolerable. Slowly she walked towards him maintaining eye contact as she delicately plucked the cigarette out of his hand and inhaled, tilting her head up as she exhaled before slowly turning to face him again. "But there's a lot of things I do that my parents don't know about." She whispered before taking another drag as she stared into his eyes.