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Chapter Fifteen
Imogen
His hands are everywhere.
Now that he’s touching me where I need him to, I can’t hold back. The second his fingers roll over my clit, I’m coming hard and fast, crying out as I rub against his palm.
“That’s it, my beautiful girl. I can feel how wet you are. Were you wet for me in our interview today?”
“Yes,” I whimper. “So wet.”
God, I’m such a slut for him. I said we can’t have sex, and now we’re pleasuring each other in the back of his limo. I have no self control when it comes to this man.
“I imagine fucking you with your ass in the air, grinding into you against my desk,” he tells me. “Sliding my cock in and out of your pretty pussy, knowing I’m the only man pleasing you how you deserve to be pleased.”
“Oh.” His fingers sink into me and I start to ride them. My tits bouncing as I take his cock back in my mouth, enjoying the saltiness as his precum coats my tongue.
This man is fucking gorgeous.
We both know he’s here to seduce me, but I can’t bring it upon myself to care.
“That’s it, my little rose, take what you need from me. Your mouth feels so good. I’m so fucking close.”
He tilts his fingers and rubs against my g-spot. I see stars as I climb again, so very high. His thumb pressing against my clit as I explode, his cock in my mouth muffling my cries as he thrusts in and out. I almost choke as I feel his cum spurt and I close my eyes, fighting the pressure as tears sting my eyes. His soft groans make the fire inside me burn so much hotter.
He pulls out, his cum paints my lips as he grasps his cock and shoots the rest on my tits.
We’re both panting as we stare at one another.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, my heart rate almost beating out of my chest.
He pulls me up and our mouths crash together. He’s tasting himself and he doesn’t care. I don’t know why that turns me on so much, but it does.
“What are you doing to me?” he murmurs against my lips.
“What are you doing to me?” I throw back at him.
One side of his mouth turns up in a crooked smile as he fondles my breasts, smoothing his cum over them. Then he lifts one finger to my mouth and says, “Suck.”
I do as I’m told, his eyes watching me with sheer delight.
“How does your boss taste?”
God. He’s so dirty. “So, so good.” I lick his finger clean, wanting more.
“So you see,” he gloats. “I can keep my promises. I didn’t fuck you, not with my cock anyway.”
I feel disappointed that tonight is coming to an end.
Now I’m not going to have him inside me?
I want to protest and tell him that I need it. That I need him. But I keep my mouth closed.
I still have to somehow work with this man, and though I should feel a little funny about the prospect of working together after what we’ve done, a dark part of me finds this thrilling.
Nothing this exciting has ever happened to me. Am I such a bad person that I want to see where this goes? Even if I know deep down Khristian Petrov finds me amusing for the moment, but that could all change once something new comes along.
But after Nate, I told myself I wouldn’t ever give my heart away so freely. I have to safeguard it at all costs. So, he can’t have that. It’s locked away and I’ve thrown away the key.
