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Ihate that I’m loving every minute of this.
I hate that I just signed my life away for every dream I ever had. In return, I have sacrificed my soul because who the fuck agrees to be a rich man’s plaything for a job offer?
I do, because I’m screwed, fucked up and sliding down the water slide to hell in a hand basket.
I don’t care. The words that swam before my eyes on that page excited me more than repelled me and, knowing that I can leave at any time, gave me a freedom I never thought he’d agree to. Dexter has surprised me—a lot. He wants this arrangement and I kind of understand why. Hearing his story was heart-breaking and I’m not deluded enough to think I can make him fall in love with me and get the fairy tale, but we can certainly have fun together and maybe this could work.
Nothing in that contract made me feel cheap or beneath him. He was right; it was for my benefit because he doesn’t get anywhere near as much as he’s offering me. Becoming his sex toy is the creamer on top of the coffee because who wouldn’t want a man like him in their bed?
I really hit the jackpot here, except for one thing. I sacrificed my stepbrother and haven’t even asked after him.
As he towers above me, I feel the sexual energy in the room that pushes out the questions I need to ask and his deep voice melts me inside as he says huskily, “Lie with your elbows on the desk, face down and push your ass into the air.
I feel so turned on right now because I’m guessing he’s going to fuck me against the contract that lies like a red flag before me as I prepare to be lit into flames.
However, the man is more depraved than I thought because I feel the cool, cold, hard, glass of the champagne bottle held against my pussy and I gasp as he inches it a little inside, whispering, “Do you like that, baby?”
It feels cool and a little unpleasant but so wicked I gasp with desire, “Yes.”
Carefully, he pushes it in further and flicks my clit with his fingers, and I shudder as he gently bites my neck. So many feelings are rushing through me right now and I tremble as the bottle enters my body, feeling so wrong and yet so intoxicating at the same time. As he plays with my clit and stimulates my senses, I feel the orgasm almost crashing into me as I try to push it away. His low chuckle accompanies me on the ride down and, as I shiver in ecstasy, he pulls me around to face him and holds the dripping bottle to my lips. “Drink the champagne and taste your own blend.”
As the bottle enters my mouth, I love the wicked gleam in his lust-filled eyes as I suck on the bottle and the champagne spills down my breasts as he tips it further and faster down my throat.
I groan as he laps at my chest as he tastes the fine wine and my head rolls back as I love every sordid minute of it. Then his fingers pump inside me, searching for yet another orgasm and it’s almost unbearable until he hits the spot that makes me scream his name.
As I come hard on his fingers for the second time in a matter of minutes, I love everything about that contract and congratulate myself on winning the sex jackpot. “No regrets?” he whispers in my ear, and I shake my head like a besotted fool.
“No regrets.” As he kisses my lips, I hope those words don’t come back to bite me because surely, I am now living the dream.
* * *
It’s onlywhen I wake in my own bed with a cold empty space beside me that I realize what I signed up for last night. I feel like a well-used toy as I feel the burn between my legs. Not from him, though. I have yet to receive that particular pleasure because once again, Dexter stripped me bare and fucked me raw but didn’t come inside me. The tears burn as I feel the loss of that. It’s the part of him I crave the most, his release. He always holds back, though. He gets to a point and then retreats, his seed coating me everywhere else but inside my pulsating pussy.
I want to feel that bond, the closeness that two people enjoy as they collapse against one another after mind-blowing sex. But it’s all a game to him. A delicious game of control that he excels at winning.
I spent the night alone again. We parted at the door and this time he didn’t pay me a visit in the deepest part of the night. I sleep alone, that was paragraph 12B, and it mocks me as like a fool. I thought it was just print on paper. He meant it, though. What happened the other night was a one off, he told me. A moment of madness he would make sure was not repeated.
That makes me feel like shit and I wonder how far I will let him make me fall before I reach out to stop myself from hitting the deck.
Breakfast feels a little different today. An understanding has been reached and there’s a lightness to the atmosphere that wasn’t there before. Dexter appears more relaxed and I wonder if it’s a good time to raise the subject of my stepbrother. However, the man who brought me from the cold prison outside has joined us today and it feels a little embarrassing. I know this is Sam, his bodyguard slash assistant, and the curious look he gives me makes me squirm a little with embarrassment. In fact, it’s a full house this morning because Maisy and Jason are also here and from the knowing looks the three of Dexter’s friends share between them, tells me they know exactly how our relationship has moved on.
Dexter is oblivious and just gazes broodingly at his phone and it’s left to Maisy to make small talk until Dexter looks at Sam.
“We need to talk.”
For some reason, something on his phone is causing him concern and Sam just nods with a blank expression and they leave the room almost immediately.
Maisy sighs and smiles at Jason. “So, honey, what’s the plan for today?”
“Moving the herd. We’re running out of grazing pasture and need to move them on so we can water and restore the one they’re in.”
“It will rain soon; I just know it.”
She smiles at him reassuringly. “The weather channel said it could rain, there’s a small chance.”
He smiles at her as if she just promised him the world and it feels a little uncomfortable witnessing a moment between two people who are so obviously crazy about one another. They are a striking couple who are so good and kind I wonder what they would think of my own arrangement. I’m pretty certain they would be shocked and I feel a little ashamed of that.
Maisy doesn’t seem the kind of woman to settle for anything less than the fairy tale, and she certainly got that because Jason is every red-blooded woman’s cowboy fantasy. Tanned skin, startling blue eyes and dark tousled hair, that is cropped close with a body that is a fine result of working outdoors, from his strong abs and biceps that could wrestle a bear. Maisy is a pretty wholesome girl with blonde curls and baby blue eyes with a body that would be the envy of most women. I always wanted to be the textbook willowy blonde but Maisy has changed my mind on that because her curves are far more desirable from the tiny waist that flares out to well-rounded hips and a chest that would struggle to reach mine in size but is sexy and plump, with a cleavage that could drown any man’s desires.
Feeling decidedly in the way, I scrape back my chair and say quickly, “I should head to my desk, it’s going to be a long day.”
They look up in surprise, telling me they’ve forgotten I was even here, and it makes me smile. They really do have it all and as they smile sweetly as I leave, I don’t think I’ve ever been so jealous of two people and what they have in my life before.
