“Oh, I’m sorry, Father. Where are my manners? Does a bear defecate in the forest? Is that better?”
Toby tries really hard and fails to cough over a chuckle, and for some reason, I find that endearing.
“In the Hollow Ridge news yesterday, a story ran.”
“When does it not?” The snide remark slips out before I can contain it.
“Would you stop interrupting me?” he hisses. “You’re being petulant.”
“My bad, should’ve sent me to somewhere other than Paris then. They speak their minds, the total opposite of those brain-dead guppies such as your wife.”
“Enough!” he yells, using a voice I haven’t heard since I was really little. Toby switches places and squeezes my thigh. “You will listen to me, Josephine.”
“Okay, Father,” I mutter unenthusiastically.
“News broke out that you eloped with Mr. Hayes over here.”
Now it’s my turn to choke. Dad never lets me drink champagne, yet here as I choke on it, I’m very aware that this occasion is a rare one.
He wants something.
I stare at him agape, wondering where this is going.
“You are to stay married to Tobias.”
“Are you—” Toby grips my leg tighter, stopping my words.
“We’ve already controlled the situation. Made it out as a story of a man and a woman desperate for each other but scared of their family’s approval, so they made a rash decision.”
I’m trying to keep calm, but Toby’s hand keeps rising. It’s making me flush in every area of my body. It’s been over a month since we slept together, and my body misses his and the way it plays me like a fiddle. His fingers trail upward, and I have to adjust in my seat before I moan.
“Okay,” I say, and Toby’s hand rises. It’s like he’s calling me a good girl with every slide of his fingers.
“Just like that?” he grouches across from me.
“Why not? We don’t have to be in love to fuck each other.”
My father’s face looks like a ripened tomato. Red, swelling, with that vein on his forehead popping outward.
“You’re being unladylike,” my father chastises all while Marsha grins as if I’m making her night. My theory was right about Toby because his fingers halt at that comment.
“I’m sorry, you’re right. I’m sure we’re going to fall in love at any moment.” I only say the words to test Toby and see if he’ll finally reach where I want him. Widening my legs a little, I’m pleased to feel his fingers edge my panties. His face gives nothing away, but the massive bulge in his slacks tell me everything I need to know.
He wants me.
He’ll do anything to have me.
As Dad discusses why we have to be together for his image, he also explains that with me cooperating, I’ll be receiving my entire inheritance as soon as we sign a contract to be married until his election ends.
Easy enough.
“Bring the documents. I’ll sign them right now.”
I say the words with a chipper demeanor, but in reality, none of it matters, except for the orgasm I’m bound to have right in front of my father and his stupid wife. Just as I imagine, his fingers move my panties to the side, and between my legs is a wet pussy that’s craving some major Toby attention.
“Josey?”
“Yes,” I mutter, clearing my throat and hoping the flush I feel from Toby’s fingers isn’t visible.
“I’m proud of you.”
They are my dad’s words, but they’re as fake as his Botox injections. Yet I smile at him and practically moan as Toby fingers me knuckle-deep.
I squeeze his thigh as I ride the high of him finger-fucking me while my dad sits a mere five feet away. I’m practically humming with the feeling of an impending orgasm, but right as I’m about to detonate, Toby pulls his fingers away just as the wait staff drops off our plates on the table. He makes a show of touching his lamb with the finger that was inside me, then he licks it slow and sensually, his eyes not leaving mine.
“This lamb is absolutely divine,” Toby muses. “Perfect, even.”
“Tease,” I grumble under my breath, knowing only he could hear. With his cocksure smile and smirk thereafter, I’m sure this night will end with his cock inside me.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Past
Toby
She’s fucking stunning. Spending as much time away from her as possible was the deal. Being around her breaks my barriers, but fuck, I want her. Day in and day out, she’s all I think about. I haven’t even been with a single person