The boss extends a hand as my stomach tenses so hard that it’s impossible to inhale.
Please don’t come. Please don’t.
My legs tighten as I try to still the fucking vibrator sending pleasure throughout my body, but it’s cruel. It’s like a knife into my flesh. I can’t stop it. It can’t help but build up, and up, and up.
I let out a gasp and wrap my arms around Johnny as my pussy clenches hard over the device. Tony bites his fist as he watches me come with his boss’s arms wrapped around me.
“Sorry,” I gasp. “I’m just—a bit—overwhelmed.”
Johnny’s stunned face lightens somewhat. He’s not the kind of guy you touch without permission. My body trembles with the explosion, the aftershocks still singeing my nerves. Pleasure and relief flood my limbs, but the device hums against my clit, ramping the desire up again. I bite my lip hard. Tony lowers the speed, and I’m able to breathe.
“You all right, hon? You look a little—red.”
Oh really? Is my face red? Hmm, I guess it has to do with the fucking VIBRATOR up my twat right now.
Just the thought of what I must look makes me shoot daggers at Tony.
Tony lets out a laugh that quickly becomes a cough. “Yeah, uh—she’s worried about her ex showing up, that’s all.”
My ex? Oh yeah. Him.
Funny how a little toy can make you forget about violent exes.
My heart jumps when Johnny frowns at us.
“Yeah, well. I need to talk to you about that. He might show up.”
“What?”
My hand seizes Tony’s arm as dizzying shocks pound through my heart.
“You never gave me the paternity test, so now the asshole is claiming that the baby is his.”
No.
The vibrator shuts off and Tony’s strong, protective arm curls around my waist. I feel him bristling.
“It’s Tony’s. It’s not his!”
Johnny turns his head with a humorless smile. “Can you prove that?”
No, I can’t, because there is no baby.
The bottom drops out of my stomach.
“John, I looked it up and you can’t do a test like that until seven or eight months.”
“We went to the doctor. He said I was a couple weeks pregnant. It fits. We only just met—”
“It could easily be Rafael’s, sweetheart. Frankly, the man has a right to know if the child is his, and he has a right to be in that child’s life—”
“I don’t want him in my baby’s life!” My voice rises to a shout and Tony squeezes my hip in warning.
Johnny’s hardened face stares me down. “He has a right if he’s the father.”
Tony’s jaw makes a tic as he looks back at Johnny, fuming. “John, I don’t want that asshole at my engagement party. If he’s showing up, we’re leaving.”
Disappointment steams off Johnny’s face. I can tell that he doesn’t approve, but he can’t force us to accept a fucking audience from my ex at my own party.
“Fine. I’ll let them know to bar him from the restaurant.” His eyes slide to mine. “Sooner or later, you’re going to have to face him.”
He walks off, leaving me trembling in Tony’s arms. The horror of it all buries me, until breathing feels painful. I never anticipated all this shit, but of course we should have. We were so stupid.
“Tony.”
Suddenly his hand is viselike around my arm. “Elena, get behind me.”
“There you are, you fucking cunt!”
A vicious voice fills my veins with toxin, and Tony throws an arm in front of me, shoving me back as Rafael lunges forward. Looking furious, Johnny seizes the back of his collar and yanks him.
“I fucking told you to be civil,” he hisses into his ear before giving him a sharp slap across the face.
Rafael’s head rips to the side. His eyes lift to John, and I’m surprised at the threat simmering inside them. “She’s carrying my kid, John.”
“That remains to be seen.”
“If there fucking even is a kid at all,” he snarls.
I open my mouth in fury, but Tony gets there first.
“Why don’t you go fuck yourself?”
A cruel grin stretches Rafael’s mouth as he appraises Tony, who is a much larger man. Unfortunately Tony doesn’t seem to intimidate Rafael.
“So you’re the asshole fucking my girl?”
Tony smiles. “She’s not your girl.”
“Oh, I beg to differ.”
“You lost the right to call her that the moment you laid a hand on her.”
His face contorts with rage. “She’s mine and everything that belongs to her, belongs to me!”
“You whine like a little bitch,” Tony snaps, finally releasing some of his anger. “She doesn’t want you. She wants me.”