Old Man Cupid Tangled Novels & Stories

It seemed to make the moment last longer and end more gently. Marcus had been a champ this evening. He'd been ready to get back at it only a few minutes after blowing a load in her mouth. Once the storm knocked out the power, a lot of guests had started to leave. Headlights were turned on all around them and partygoers constantly walked by. Luckily, they'd already fogged the windows pretty well by then and it was unlikely that anyone had seen them. Still, Tess found the somewhat public aspect of their union to have heightened the arousal for her. She'd have to explore it further before too long.

“No cr⁠y⁠ing calls. No sad drinking. No ‘my life is over’ speech​es​. You were‍ way⁠ too calm. Yo​u had to be sleeping with someone.‌ I j‍us‌t hoped it was h⁠er.” Conrad laughed, sh‍akin​g his head. “Aw.‍ How romantic.” Jim‌my drop​p​e‍d h‌is c​offee l‍id by ac‍cident. “⁠J​ust tell‍ me one‌ thi‍ng. Is it as h‌ot and h⁠orny as I​ imagin‍ed?” Conrad stood​, stepp⁠ed closer, and whis​pered in Jimmy’s ear, “‌It’s be⁠tter.”

There was no audience. Just us. He spun to face me. “What the hell was that?” “A dance,” I said, breathless. His voice dropped dangerously low. “You were flirting.” “So?” His eyes flared. “You’re mine.” “We never said that.” He stepped closer, furious and gorgeous and completely unraveling. “You wore my favorite color. You danced with a man who’s been trying to buy out one of our partners for six months. You smiled at him.” “Maybe I wanted to see if you’d notice.”

I faked a smile and pulled my chair closer to him, hitting his foot sharply under the table. "Soon, Father," Aidan said smoothly. "We just don't feel now is the proper time." “What are you waiting for, boy?" Don Carlo asked. "I know you two have had. What do the kids call it? Countless sex. I want grandchildren in my lap before I die. Don't give me bullshit, Aiden.” I spat my water out, my face red from some quite violent coughs. Countless sex? Not me, sir. Aidan's jaw clenched, his gaze growing colder.

‘Tiffany; your rose is a not far away. Smiling; Tiffany moved forward, not noticing people moving with her. Her and Katrina went to the last sculpture. It was a carving of cupid, pointing an arrow in the direction of the pergola. The message upon his wing said; ‘This is the end of the line. Follow my arrow to meet your love.’ “You are now on your own” Katrina whispers as the light under cupid turns off and a light turns on in the pergola. Vince is standing there holding a red rose.