The last thing I remember is him pressing his strong fingers into my foot. It was heavenly. And they don’t hurt right now like they normally would after such a long day.
As soon as I’m done washing my hands, I pad quietly back into my room and crawl into bed. I hate that I’m still in my work clothes, but I’m too tired to care. Besides, I can’t strip off in front of Xander. Well, I could, but I’m not sure he’d appreciate it.
“You’re still here,” I whisper, getting comfy again.
He’s silent for a moment. “I am.”
I let out a quiet hum. “Okay,” I reply before letting myself relax and drift off to sleep.
CHAPTER 11
Xander
THESE FEELINGS AREN’T GOING AWAY
I should have lefthours ago. It’s nearly six in the morning. I need to go home and sleep for a bit before I wake up and go to work. Yet, I haven’t been able to force myself to move. All night, I’ve stayed sitting on the end of her bed, gently rubbing her swollen feet, while she sleeps so peacefully.
Watching her like this is creepy. It’s a stalker move. Total unhinged shit. Nicola would have ripped me apart if I had stared at her all night. She would have called me all sorts of names and told me I was sick and fucked up.
Not Quinn, though. She got up, went to the bathroom, then came back and fell back to sleep, knowing I was here, awake and watching. I almost got the feeling she liked it. Maybe that’s my own wishful thinking.
I have to leave before she wakes up again. I’ve given myself tonight to sit and soak in every bit of her angelic beauty. I got to breathe the same air as her, a gift in itself. But my time is up. This obsession has to end.
Not only is Quinn too fucking pure for me, she’s also an employee of our company. The one thing we pride ourselves on as business owners is the way we treat our employees. It’s because of them that we’re so fucking rich. We have more moneythan we could ever spend in twenty lifetimes, so we give some of that back to them because they have families to feed and take care of. No one should ever have to struggle to do those basic things. And now I’m wondering again why Quinn has no furniture. She definitely makes good money at Velvet Sins.
Even though my body is heavy and doesn’t want to move, I force myself to rise from her bed. I was pleased to see she has something to sleep on. And she’s made it so completely hers with at least a dozen different-colored throw pillows of all shapes and sizes. Hearts, stars, and flowers. All lined up along the side of the mattress that’s pushed up against one of the walls in her tiny room. I knew small apartments existed throughout the building, but I had no idea they were this cramped.
Her shiny blonde hair fans out around her as she looks so damn peaceful. I should have gotten her a washcloth to wipe off her makeup before she fell asleep. And made her change into pajamas. I wanted to do those things. But those are Daddy things. And I’m not hers. So I settled for massaging her feet because, as her employer, I feel responsible for them being so red and swollen. I’m going to have to do something about that.
First, though, I have to walk out of here.
My gut twists, and I look at her one more time. Unable to resist, I reach down and, as gently as possible, stroke her cheek with the pad of my thumb.
“Sweet dreams, baby girl,” I murmur.
Then, despite how wrong it feels, I turn around and walk out of her apartment, pressing the lock button on the electronic keypad when I leave. I stagger to the elevator, sick to my stomach, when the doors slide shut, closing me out of her world. Bracing my palm on the cool metal wall, I let out a rough breath as I ride to the penthouse floor, where my four-thousand-square-foot apartment suddenly feels more suffocating than Quinn’s tiny one.
Knowing I’m not going to be able to sleep, I head straight to my bathroom and turn on the shower. I might be done with Quinn Summers, but I’ve already accepted that she’s going to live in my head for the rest of my life. And she’s going to be the one I think of every time I stroke my cock until the day I fucking die.
As soon as I strip out of the last of my clothes, I fist my cock and step into the shower, letting the hot water pound onto my back as I desperately pump my dick. There’s no easing into it. I’m hard as a rock, and I was the entire time I watched Quinn sleep. She’s a goddess. Her pussy is made for me. I just fucking know it. The things I would do just to bury my face between those thick legs and die right there. Now that’s a way to go out a happy man.
Fuck, I want to chase her and pin her down as she giggles with that melodic laugh of hers. It would turn into a moan as I bent her over and thrust into her tight cunt. Ecstasy.
My strokes get faster and harder as that visual plays out in my head, her ass bouncing against me while I fuck her raw and ruthlessly until she calls me Daddy and begs me to let her come.
Ropes of semen shoot out as I brace myself against the tiled wall and groan, my entire body trembling.
Fuck.
Now I just want her more.
These feelings aren’t going away.
I need them to go away.
Sheneeds them to go away.
It’s the best for Quinn. It’s what she deserves. All I would do is drag her into my darkness, and I won’t do that to her.
