To the Kitchen

The second the front door clicked shut behind her mum, something in Veronica snapped.

She turned to me in the hallway, eyes dark, and grabbed the front of my shirt. I barely had time to react before she was kissing me hard, backing me up against the wall like she’d been holding herself back for hours.

“Kitchen,” she breathed against my mouth. “Now.”

We didn’t make it gracefully.

She dragged me by the shirt into the kitchen, and I lifted her onto the counter without thinking. The laptop we’d been using earlier to prep for the agent meeting was still sitting there, open. Veronica shoved it aside with one hand while she used the other to yank at my belt.

I pulled her t-shirt off and tossed it somewhere behind me. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her tits spilled out and I immediately had my mouth on them, sucking one nipple while my hand worked between her legs. She was already soaked.

“Fuck, Tom—” she gasped, legs wrapping around my waist.

I freed my cock and dragged the head through her folds, teasing her. She made a frustrated sound and tried to pull me closer.

Then I glanced at the laptop.

An idea hit me.

I pulled back just enough to look at her.