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Just as she was dishing up her meal Reggie appeared in the doorway.
“I missed you,” he said. “Cook did a terrific job with the fish.”
“I know, it tastes great,” she looked up at him with her mouth full. “Glad you understood, I was behind at work all day.”
“Behind?”
“Why don’t you sit down and watch me eat. Tell me what you’ve been doing all evening without me.”
“I don’t have to sit down to tell you that,” he said.
She noticed his overt calm, the stony cold, the trademarks of his typical demeanor, and the raw edge of something else just barely beneath the surface.
“So?” she inquired, taking a huge bite of salad.
“Don’t think your afternoons with Alex are going unnoticed,” he said.
She choked slightly, and took a big gulp of water to cover up.
“With Alex?” she queried.
“Come here, Jocelyn.”
“I’m almost done, love. I’m so famished.”
“You’ll survive without food. You need this first.”
He held out his hand for her to take. She didn’t dare not.
In the hall just outside the kitchen door, he pushed her face first against the papered wall, tugged at her dress, and with a wet lube making the initial penetration, he followed with his cock in her ass. Hanging on to her hips he fucked her briskly. Each thrust banged her against the wall so it was hard not to cry out, though the servants just down the hall, Helena in particular, would hear. Jocelyn didn’t like being that blatant in their midst. Squelching every sound she could, she endured the invasion, looking for her own satisfaction somewhere in the midst of the rude assault. Unfortunately, just as she was beginning to feel a mad burst of pleasure, Reggie climaxed and pulled away. Leaving her ass uncovered and dripping, her body unsatisfied, he wiped himself on a handkerchief, and restored order.
At her side, hand on her ass, lips to her ear, he whispered, “Don’t go fucking your girlfriends and expect me to wait for what I want.”
“Are you jealous of my time with Alex?” she whispered back, amused by the very thought that she might have ruffled his feathers.
“No.” His hand squeezed her ass hard, so she let out a tiny ouch! “But you won’t be slighting me,” he assured her.
“I’d never do that.”
“No, you won’t.” Kissing her tenderly on the cheek, he gave her a sharp smack on her butt as he was leaving, the sound intended for the ears of anyone listening down the hall. Walking to the front stairs, he left her in the hallway to recover alone.
When Jocelyn found him again, Reggie was in bed reading.
“How’d you know about us today?” she asked. The thought of spies, private investigators, and other such demeaning thoughts crossed her mind. No he wouldn’t do that, she kept telling herself immediately after such musings. She was ashamed of herself for thinking the worst.
“Maybe it was just a good guess,” he answered, looking up from his books with a cocky smirk.
“Who told you?” she pressed.
Reggie set his book aside “Come to bed, Jocelyn, and not another word. If you behave yourself, I might just abuse you for a while until you climax.”
Suppressing her desire to be angry, she moved toward the bed. What a shameless whore she’d become, slave to him and desire. It was the intrigue that was arousing her as much as anything, and there was only one way to satisfy the longing now.
Chapter Twelve
A table for four was set with crystal and Jocelyn’s china, not old world stuffy but trendy pattern she’d picked up on a business trip to Greece. There was an elegant Asian pate ready to be served in the adjacent salon. The mood was set, romantic perhaps, mysterious without question.
All on Reggie’s instructions, Jocelyn arranged the meal for Will, Alexandra, Reggie and herself. It would be an intimate affair among friends, but the first time since Jocelyn and Alex’s secrets were discovered that they’d all been together.
