I glance down at my swollen cock.Dammit. I try to focus on a boring and obnoxious court opinion, but it doesn’t make a bit of difference. I tighten my hand around Klein’s underwear.Fuuuuuuck. I bring it to my face. Her scent is strong and tantalizing—catnip to my senses. My dick aches so hard I’m afraid that it’s going to detonate if I don’t do something about it.
I shed the robe and step into the en suite bathroom, then inside the shower stall. I slap a hand against the cold wall and wrap the other with Klein’s underwear around my dick. It twitches. An electric shock sends shivers down my body from head to toe.
Instinct drives me. I move on sheer animal urgency, pumping my hand. I squeeze my eyes shut and bite my lip.My mouth tingles as though she’s kissing me. My breathing roughens, and my mind replays the way she whispered my name in the kitchen—and in bed only moments ago.
I imagine her lying beneath me, her beautiful platinum hair spread out like a silver-gold cloud. Her lips are pouty, her eyes glazed. Her porcelain cheeks flush with mounting need as she looks up at me.
My hand tightens around my dick until I can feel the veins pulsing against my palm through the fabric of her panties. The pad of my thumb would rub against her wet clit, hidden between her slick folds, while her soft thighs glide along my legs and loop around my waist, pulling me closer until my cock rests against her quivering flesh. She’d be wet and hot—I grip myself tighter with a sigh.
Klein. My little goddess for me to worship, defile and pleasure. She’d break apart in my arms, her nails leaving trails of red on my back. As she marked me, she’d say my name again and again.Josh, Josh, Josh.
“Klein,” I groan as I move faster. The knowledge that she might’ve gotten wet thinking about me sends sparks of excitement down my spine until they gather in my balls. Every muscle in my body tenses. I freeze, clenching my teeth…and erupt.
“Fuuuuuck, Klein.”It’s a guttural moan. My vision grows dim as my body locks up in orgasm. Cum splatters against the wall, above chest level, the handle for temperature control and the drain. It soaks her underwear as well.
A few minutes later, my cock is still at half-mast and twitching. The climax was nice, but I want more. I want to bury myself in her sweet depths.
Settle the fuck down.
I turn and head to the walk-in closet, then place the underwear in the bottom drawer of the built-in dresser. Nobodytouches that one, not even the housekeeping staff. I feel a little silly for keeping it like a pervy dragon hoarding treasure, but it isn’t going anywhere.
I lean against the wall and let my breathing settle. Even after several more minutes, I’m nowhere close to being sleepy. My nerves are simply too wired after imagining Klein lying in my bed, welcoming me into her body and greedily taking what’s hers.
I dig the heels of my hands against my eyes, then rub them. No more sleep this morning, but I can’t face Klein like this, still too horny and desperate for her. I take a quick, icy shower, then head to the meditation room to have some green tea and try to restore my equilibrium.
I walk along the path, cutting through the stone garden to the tatami mats, then stop short. A thick manila envelope is on the low lacquer table where I keep my tea set and a jar of premium Japanese matcha.
My heart drops, and I run toward it. A sense of violation and rage claws its talons across my chest. Who broke into my house, my heavily securedhome? Even an hour ago, I felt confident that Klein would be safe under my roof. But if somebody can just walk into the meditation room without anyone noticing—
The nightmare of seeing Klein tied to the chair in the burning cabin returns, and bitterness drips through me. Paying attention to her probably put her on Mom’s radar. What the hell have I done? And how do I fix it?
I can’t undo the video or the situation we’re in. And moving her out will likely only make things worse.
What would a Huxley do?
My mind won’t process and spit out the answer. I pick up the envelope by the edges, being sure not to crumple the paper. No address, nothing. Bet there won’t be any fingerprints, either.
On the front, a pink sticky-note contains a succinct message: YOUR SECURITY SUCKS.
My hands shake. Who did this? Mom? Harvey?
No signature, no other messages. I frown. This is a little too clean and sterile, except for the taunt. Not Mom or Harvey, then. They’re both too arrogant to hide themselves. Even when they don’t overtly brag that they are the ones who did it, they’ll leave some clues, so you’ll eventually discover the truth and marvel at their cleverness.
Then who?
I open the envelope and upend the whole thing. Photos and papers spill out like a waterfall, scattering all over the floor. With a trembling hand, I pick up one of the photos, then still as my blood goes cold.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Ailee
I open my eyes, then stretch my arms. My back feels great, and my legs check out. No weird kink in my neck. Sothisis what it feels to wake up in a really luxurious bed.
I hop up, then realize how uncomfortably wet I am between my legs. Uh-oh. The high-tech mattress not only let me sleep like a baby but have some really vivid dreams as well. All of them starring Josh and the filthy things he could do with his mouth.
But whatever.I grab another shower in Josh’s unbelievably decadent bathroom. I doubt I’ll ever get used to five showerheads and instant hot water. And the perfect water pressure. I wash away all the inappropriate wetness, so I can be ready for the day. My determination to be professional is going great until I realize I’m covered in his scent, and my cheeks warm. It seems more intimate than I can imagine. Not sure why. It isn’t like I’ve never used a previous boyfriend’s soap before. Then I realize none of those were unique—just everyday brands you can find in every big-box store in the country. The ones in Josh’s home are specially formulated just for him. I place a hand over my belly, where heat unfurls.
Stop thinking about your boss that way. It’s morning time—which means I’m back to being his assistant. I don’t want to be one of those obnoxious characters you see on TV who become lazy and inattentive once they start hooking up with the boss.Not that we did anything that could be categorized ashooking up, but my mind went there multiple times last night.
