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Gemma’s timid smile dropped.
Did I say too much?
“I thought smokers enjoyed a cigarette after sex?”
She changed the subject, the depth of my confession maybe more than what she could handle.
“Some do.”
“But not you?”
“Of course me. But I told you, I won’t smoke in front of you.” Gemma fidgeted with a pack ofTranquillo’sby her side, which may have prompted the question.
“Even if I told you I don’t mind?”
“Yes, even if you say you don’t mind.”
I knew better but watched closely as she opened the pack and pulled one out.
“I don’t know if I should tell you this,” she sighed, dragging the cigarette across her bottom lip.
“Tell me what?”
“A secret. An embarrassing one at that. I’m not even sure how you would look at me if I told you.”
“I know the feeling, but trust me, I’ll never stop looking at you the way I do.”
“And how is that?”
“Like it’s the first time all over again.” I confessed, dropping my shielded glare, no longer disguising my nervousness, but making it known. I had her now, so my face finally relaxed.
Gemma hid her blush.
“Well, the night I came by to measure you for your suit, when you caught me snooping. I actually had something in my hand, something I stole from you.” Gemma ran the cigarette down my chest, unprepared for how suddenly I caught her wrist.
“A thief? Just like when you stole a box of pants from your school auditorium?”
“Worse,” she admitted. “I stole one of yourTranquillos.” She faked a pout. Goddamn, she was so cute, and it frustrated me.
“You’re a bad fucking girl,” I worshipped.
“Maybe I’m both, bad and good. Maybe I’m realizing this myself. I think it’s your fault, Mr. Rivera-Marquez.”
My full name from her lips reminded me of our professional relationship. To me she was Gemma, my good girl, but also, to the public eye she was my employee. This made me her boss, the very boss that just spilled his hot cum all over her stomach like a dirty fucking canvas. It was all so perfectly indecent.
“Stealing?” I playfully scolded. “Oh, Miss Harrison, how could I ever forgive that?”
She shrugged, batting her eyes, “Guess I should have known better.”
I removed theTranquillofrom her fingers. “So, you have a special cigarette of mine?”
She nodded, the tops of her breasts rising as I traced the tip of the cigarette along her chest and down to her stomach. “If you get a special cigarette, then so do I.” I licked her lips. “Maybe it’ll be my last cigarette. I’ll only need one more, one that is sweeter than any cherry.”
“Tell me, what would that be?” Gemma’s stomach prickled with goosebumps, as the filter teased the lips of her perfectly spread pussy, still filled with arousal, seeping the clear lube that made my cock hiccup in excitement.
“The taste of your cunt,” I eased her shoulders as I ran the cigarette against her opening, lathering her taste onto its tip.
“Me?” She bated.
