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Sonia’s only answer was a moan. Her hands tightened on his waist, kneading his muscles, and her touch felt so good he had to stifle his own groan.
“I told you,” she whispered. “Don’t risk yourself just for me.”
“Too late. And don’t worry about me.”
Her dark eyes gazed up at him. “Too late.”
It killed Brendan to ease his fingers out of her pussy, leaving her aroused and panting. But he wanted Sonia to be able to let go. A door stood ajar beside them, showing a closet filled with cleaning supplies. Impulsively, he scooped Sonia up, switched on the lightbulb, and closed the door behind them.
With a moan, she slid out of his arms and leaned back against the wall, lifting one leg to allow him access. He worked two fingers into her tight warmth, patiently opening her as he played with her clit.
“Relax, sunshine. Relax so you can take me inside you.”
Sonia cried out as he found a sensitive spot. He clapped his hand over her mouth again, a third finger curving into her cunt.
“You can take all of me, Sonia. I know that’s what you need. You’ve needed it for years.”
He kissed her neck encouragingly, stroking her until he could work a fourth finger inside her. Sonia was shaking, absolutely soaked, her thighs quivering around his wrist.
She held up her watch again.
“Not yet,” he soothed, his thumb steadily rubbing her clit. “Not until I make your little pussy come. We can go see Ian and Di once you’re all wet and juicy and flushed from what I do to you.”
Sonia was making urgent sounds into his palm. He lifted his hand just enough to let her speak.
“Tell them,” she begged. “Tell the truth about us. I hate hiding. I’m not embarrassed about you anymore.”
“What truth, baby?” He twisted his fingers inside her. “What should I say about you and me?” His lips caressed her ear. “Should I tell them that you’re mine?” His voice and mouth slid lower. “That I’m yours?”
Her eyes opened wide as she rode his fingers, arching her back with desperate need. When her climax washed over her, she went rigid. She came in waves on his hand, whimpering and snarling.
Finally, she slumped in his arms. He withdrew his fingers from her cunt and pressed them against her lips.
“Mmm,” she breathed, sucking them clean.
“Kneel.” He didn’t have to say another word. Sonia sank to her knees, unbuckled his belt, and freed his cock from his boxers. When her hands closed around his pulsing shaft, he plunged his fingers into her silky hair.
Her mouth was heaven. She engulfed him completely, sucking hungrily. She wasn’t playing a role now. No innocent intern, no assumed names. This was Sonia, on her knees, devouring his cock, taking his head into the hot embrace of her throat until his eyes teared up from pleasure.
It was only a minute before he exploded, giving her his release. He gripped her hair as need rushed through him. Finally, Sonia pulled her full lips off his shaft. Grasping his cock, she aimed the last spray at her mouth.
A pearly strand of cum hung from her lips, gorgeously obscene. With total control, she rose to her feet, her dark eyes a hazy invitation. “Lick it off.”
He’d never had any desire to taste his own cum, but he’d already eaten it out of Sonia early this morning. Slowly, he leaned forward and sucked her lower lip into his mouth.
He tasted clean, a little bitter. Not amazing. But Sonia’s softness, her spicy scent, her hands squeezing his shoulders, made every lick worth it.
Finally, he pulled away. “I don’t want any more secrets. Let’s tell them.”
Her eyes widened, and her face lit up with that dazzling smile. “Let’s.”
Sonia kept looking at him and smiling as they exited the closet. In the hallway, he took her hand, and she sucked in a quick breath.
Together, they walked into the bar.
The room bustled with music, happy chatter, and clinking glasses. In a dimly lit booth in the back, Ian and Diana snuggled together, gazing into each other’s eyes as they laughed and whispered. A glass of red wine and a foaming beer sat in front of them.
If Brendan squinted, they could be the same Ian and Diana from five years ago. Di’s cherry-printed sundress with its plunging neckline was exactly what she would have worn after high school graduation, when she was getting more comfortable showing off her body. Ian had traded yesterday’s business clothes for a black tank top and jeans.
