All Yours Daddies (by Mirabella) novel Chapter 14

SARAH

I part my lips to make way for his and kiss him like my life depends on it, because it does.

I have spent every waking moment wanting, aching, yearning for them. I am not prepared to leave this building without a sore vagina. When you’re untouched by your husband for almost a year, you tend to develop an insatiable hunger once you find someone or people who satisfy you.

That’s what I feel for the HawkThorne brothers. An appetite for only them.

I wrap my hand around his neck and he shoves his tongue into my mouth, eager to taste me. I let him. I let his tongue dance around me, slowly peeling his lower lip with mine.

Malachi HawkThorne tastes like freshly brewed coffee on a Monday morning, with just enough milk and sugar.

So fucking sweet. I want more.

His fingers dig into the skin of my ass, and I moan softly. How long is it going to take him to take it off and bend me over?

Malachi pulls away from me, breathless. I see the shock in his grey eyes as his orbs dance around my face.

Can you really blame me? They sort of ruined me for any other man the night they fucked me.

I look away from him, my cheeks burning in embarrassment. He reaches for a button on the elevator wall and presses it.

The elevator lights turn red, and I raise a brow at him.

“What did you do?” I ask.

He doesn’t wear his usual smug grin. I can tell that I’ve rattled him, but he manages to smile.

“Called security.”

“What? Why would you do that?”

“For you.”

I scoff.

“For me? What does that even mean?”

He eliminates whatever distance exists between us with one step. I shudder underneath his gaze, but it’s worse when he touches my chin and slowly lifts my head up.

“I’ve been waiting almost a week to have you, Sarah. To taste you—by the heavens, to fuck you. What do you think is going to happen if I do bend you over in this elevator? Where you have no support, no anchor?”

I swallow hard, but it does nothing to dampen my dry throat. Does he know how horny he makes me when he sounds like that?

“What if I don’t need an anchor?”

A foolish reply, I know. But it’s a reply nonetheless.

Malachi chuckles. It’s a dark sound that sends heat waves down my spine and straight into my pussy.

“Trust me, you’ll need one.”

I part my lips to speak, but the elevator doors open to reveal three security guards. The red lights go off, and the men’s faces are masked with confusion as they look from Malachi to me.

He tucks his hands in his pockets and steps in front of me.

“I’m sorry, gentlemen. I was in quite a fix with the little space in here. Claustrophobic and all. So, she had to press the emergency button. But it’s all good now.” He steps out and taps one of them on the shoulder.

“Are you sure you’re alright, sir?” He shifts his gaze to me. “And you, ma’am?”

For reasons best known to me, I can’t speak. So I simply manage a nod as I step out.

Malachi tips them a hundred dollars each for their troubles, and they go away thanking him.

I roll my eyes when he turns to me.

“Was that supposed to impress me?”

His brows furrow.

“Three hundred dollars? No way. If I wanted to impress you, I’ll get you a berry farm.”

A berry farm? Now that’s odd.

“Why?” I fold my arms across my chest as I look at him.

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