All In_ Paying to Play(16)

A throat clears behind us before I can figure out what the hell just happened. "Mr. Young?"

I slowly pull my lips from Addison's and remove my hand from her skirt before glancing over my shoulder. It's an old man in a fancy suit looking put out based on his frown and creased forehead, arms crossed over his chest. "I'm afraid we're going to have to ask you and your...date to leave."

I bark out a laugh when I look back at Addison who's still only inches from my face. She's actually smiling, even though her cheeks are so red I can practically feel the heat coming off of them.

"You heard the man, sweet cheeks. This is neither the time nor the place for you to try and fuck me."

Now her palms push against my chest so I move off of her, grabbing her hand before taking off toward the exit. All the eyes in the entire crowded restaurant watch our every move. Well, that's one way to get some publicity. Satan's head will probably explode if one of these patrons was kind enough to take a photo of us and put it on the internet.

"Thanks for the drinks," I call out to the bartender. "She decided she wants to have dessert before dinner."

Addison huffs out something under her breath, but I just squeeze her hand tighter and walk out the door to the side street where I’d parked. When we're a block away she yanks her hand from mine and swats me on the shoulder. "You are the most immature jerk I've ever met," she grumbles before angrily stomping down the sidewalk ahead of me.

"Oh, sweet tits, bitch all you want, but you were thirty seconds away from letting me fuck you on their fancy bathroom sink."

"I was not!" She stops and whirls around to shout at me, hands on her hips. "I was just playing along, doing what you're paying me for!"

"Yeah, and so what if I'm paying you a shitload of money? If you want my cock then don't be ashamed, baby, it's one of the world's oldest professions. I won't tell anyone if you won't," I tease. My comment is rewarded with the smack of her palm across my face. When my cheek is left stinging I'm...stunned that miss uppity psychiatrist would do such a thing. I quickly glance around to see if anyone else caught it. Thankfully the side street where my Challenger sits looks empty and it's starting to get dark.

Looking at Addison's face, I'm not sure who's more shocked at what she just did, me or her. Her eyes are as round as saucers and her mouth is opened in a silent O. Without thinking, I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, carrying her the rest of the short distance. Instead of bitching and telling me to let her down, I hear her stammering, saying she's sorry. Oh, she's going to be sorry all right!

I sit her on the hood of my car then flip her over so that she's face down. Slowly so I can memorize every inch, I peel the back of her short dress up, exposing her perfect ass cheeks, divided only by the string of a lacy, black thong. I give her a few seconds, waiting for her to tell me "No" or "Stop" because I would if she asked. When she doesn't, I splay my left hand on her upper back to hold her down and then smack the shit out of her ass with my right one. She cries out and I have to close my eyes and grind my teeth together. The mere sound is going to make me come in my pants like an adolescent boy. I give her two more quick smacks on her right cheek then reluctantly cover her ass back up with her dress.

Addison doesn't move. Her face is still turned to the side, black hair fanning out all over the hood of my car. I can't resist pressing my hard cock right into the crease of her incredible ass. She actually squirms and presses back against me like she wants me to fuck her right here, right now. Oh, and I would, too. But my contract. No more football.

Those few weeks before they were killed, my mom and dad were so damn proud of me for making it all the way to the NFL...I can't lose something so important for this bullshit. So instead of fucking her, I lean down to her ear and warn her. "The next time you raise your hand to hit me, just remember that for every one of your smacks, I get three." It takes all of my scraped together self-control to peel myself off of her, but I somehow manage to do so. I walk around and climb in the car, chest still heaving, while I wait for her. She eases her upper body off the hood, looking somewhat dazed as she looks around the street blinking wide eyes, before she opens the door to sit down gingerly in the seat beside me without a word. Once her seatbelt is on, I push the button to start the car and then drive us home.

The air between us sizzles with anger or lust, I'm not sure which, not that either matter. And I'm still fucking hungry. But I have to say, getting to make out with Addison and get my hands on her ass was worth missing a meal.





Chapter Seven


Addison

"You gonna miss my cock?" Jake asks from behind me as he pounds the aforementioned body part into my pussy.