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“Care to make a little wager?” He pressed the length of his body to mine. The thick outline of his cock was nestled against my lower belly. Heat roared to life within me. If I begged right now, would he fuck me? Did I want to go that far? What did it say about me if I did? Did I care what anyone thought anymore? Not like I had anyone, but Kyle left.
“What kind of wager?” The words slipped from me before I was even ready to speak them. No way in hell I’d bet anything because I had nothing. Plus, I’d lose.
“The Land Rover for your body. One night.” His gaze tracked mine. He didn’t move an inch, making it incredibly difficult to breathe.
I licked my bottom lip, and he groaned. The purely masculine sound kept me off balance. “O-Okay.”
“Mmm,” he hummed. “You should know I enjoy having things donemyway.”
No shit. Like I couldn’t tell. Instead, I whimpered and nodded, because he ensnared me, holding me in an aroused trance I didn’t want to break. “Your way?”
He nodded, biting his bottom lip. “Turn around, Collins. Hands on the island. Don’t move.”
I rotated, facing the window overlooking the garage and freshly manicured yard. “Wait... Aren’t you going to tell me what the bet is?” Not staring at him gave me a moment to clear the lust-filled haze clouding my judgement.
“I already did,” he whispered in my ear. “My bet was; your cunt is dripping. Remember?”
My breath hitched. “Here? Y-You wanna check here? In the open?”
“No one will bother us. My men know better, and Rocca is sleeping soundly.” His chest molded to my back while his fingers toyed with the tab of my cut-off shorts. “Are you scared?”
I shook my head, worried about what would come out of my mouth if I tried to answer him. He made a sound of approval at the back of his throat as he eased open my shorts. Anticipation shot through me. Tension filled me. I held my breath, afraid to breathe in the moment. The graze of his fingertips as he pushed past the band of my panties, sent me to my tip-toes. I wouldn’t survive this. I was caught somewhere between holy shit, this is hot, and holy shit, this is wrong. Miceli is my boss.
The proof of my arousal waited for him as he ran his middle finger over my clit and along my damp panties. Humiliation and excitement warred with one another as he groaned in my ear. His hips flexed. Miceli pushed his pants covered dick across my ass, sending me spiraling. My eyes fluttered closed. My nails bit into his granite counter top for purchase. “I knew it.” He nipped my ear lobe. “Take the Land Rover, Collins.” He entered me with his middle finger, teasing me to frustration.
I sobbed in irritation. “I shouldn’t.”
A second joined the first, plunging deep. His wrist, trapped between the counter and my panties, twisted and retreated, while the pads of his fingers dragged against the overly sensitive walls of my vagina. “You should.” He kissed my jaw. “Come for me and whisper my name, Collins.”
These hands, the ones I knew killed more men than not, were also delivering mind numbing pleasure. I couldn’t process the moment, nor did I understand how I’d gotten myself into this predicament. Nor could I move. The erotic scene unfolding between us fueled the pleasure building between us. Later, when I showered before bed, I’d bring myself to climax again, remembering this moment.
“Miceli.” My voice broke. My knees trembled. The faster he worked me, the more intense he became. The sounds he made at the back of his throat only fueled the bliss coiled low in my gut. I pushed back at him, grinding against him. Two could play this naughty game. His free hand gripped my hip, guiding me how he wanted me, and I swore I saw stars. By the time my climax washed over me, I knew I’d give him anything he wanted as long as he could continue to make me feel good.
“Fuck,” he moaned. “You came all over my fingers. Even now, your little pussy is clenching and milking me.” He didn’t pull out right away, instead he continued to play with me, giving a lazy thrust here and there until finally I sagged.
When he pulled out, I turned around. The sight of him shoving his fingers into his mouth as he cleaned them...I think I just came again.I had to hold the counter behind me for fear I’d fall over. His face was twisted in rapture, and his cheeks were pink. His eyes were closed. Miceli was the embodiment of masculine beauty and the peak of male arousal. I was literally and figuratively fucked.
“Boss,” Benny called out from the front of the house. “Soren is here.”
“Speak of the devil.” Miceli kept his eyes on me as he gave his fingers a final lick. “Take the keys, Collins. I won’t tell you again.”
After fastening my shorts, I snatched the keys up from where I’d slid them. “I’m doing this under duress.” My voice was pant-y and reedy. I hated it. The orgasm only made my craving for him become more intense. “Lucas and I will eat dinner in the cottage tonight.” I needed to get out of there. Collect my thoughts before I cracked and said something stupid. Before Miceli saw through my facade.
“Have a good evening,” Miceli said, adjusting himself in front of me, because he knew I’d be looking. “I know I will be.”
Miceli
The backdoor closed,and I required a moment to gather myself. What possessed me? Not only had I jerked off in my office, but now I was fingering a young woman, who I couldn’t stop thinking about—moreover been obsessed with. Collins intrigued me. Pegged my need to protect meter at high, and yet, when I looked at her sometimes, all I saw was a frightened girl who needed someone to shelter her from whatever sought to harm her.
She fucked with my head hourly.
Now, after shoving my fingers into her sweet and snug, warm pussy, I was fucked. The intrusive ideas of using my dick instead of my hand whispered in the back of my mind while I teased her to climax. I had to stop the madness. I’d only meant for her to have a reliable vehicle while she was here, working for me. However, her defiance was a turn on I couldn’t ignore. The attraction, it seemed, was mutual.
“So, you’re back here,” Soren muttered, entering the kitchen. “Thought for sure you were in your office.”
I snorted, shaking my head to clear the thoughts of Collins being naked and under me. “It’s been a day, friend. I’m glad you’re here. I have some things for you.”
“Lucky me,” Soren said, following me into my office. “If it’s a bottle of your best scotch, I’ll knock my fee off for this visit.”
