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He stood on the other side of her, hands in his pants pockets. She stalled; everywhere that Henry and Asher touched her, she throbbed continuously. And now it was all centered between her thighs. Her pussy just ached. She was so wet that she could feel her thighs become slippery with the arousal that leaked from her.
Simon ordered her to follow him without saying a word.
Fine. But she had every intention of letting him know that what they were doing was not cool. She was still working. She still had to make sure the party was a success until the minute it ended. And she couldn’t be sidetracked bythis.
The deal was made for after the party. The party hadn’t ended yet. Simple.
She marched toward him, determined as ever, and then followed his broad back. She might have looked away for a second, and in that time, he disappeared from her sight completely.
She hurried along, her heels clicking on the expensively tiled floor. She whirled around and sighed. How could he disappear so quickly? Lifting her dress so she could walk even faster, she climbed a few short stairs that led to a sunken lounge, secluded from everything else. And there was Simon, leaning against a pillar.
If she were any weaker, they would completely ruin her life.
And since when did she start lying to herself? She didn’t like the answer to that question, so she evaded it.
She closed the distance between them.
“The deal was for—”
As usual, her words drowned in her throat the way her body drowned at the sight of him. Simon dropped to his haunches in front of her.
“Wait... what are you—”
His hands slid up her legs, drawing flames from her pores with every touch of his calloused hands.
“What—”
His hand crept up to her thighs. She wanted to stop him but had to use her hands to balance herself.
“Taking what’s ours. You had them long enough to make them soaked, and now your panties are ours, Blakely.”
She tried to nudge her legs closed, but her mortification that he was right paralyzed her. She felt ashamed that she was unable to control her body. That she didn’t stand a chance after Henry and Asher touched her.
“Keep your legs apart, little beauty. You don’t want me to spank you right here, do you, when anyone can just walk by?”
Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.
Suddenly frantic that someone would indeed walk in on them, Blakely parted her legs, then scrunched her eyes as tightly shut as they could go when Simon’s fingers slid under the band of her panties and started to drag them down her thighs.
She blindly reached out for his shoulder when he made her lift first one leg and then the other to remove her underwear from her completely.
“Open your eyes, Blakely,” Simon ordered her. His voice had dipped low with a rugged huskiness that made her pussy pulse all over again.
She opened her eyes to see him lick the part of her panties where she had drenched it the most.
Heaven help her.
What had she gotten herself into with them?
Her life disintegrating right before her eyes, she watched as Simon, cool and collected, walked away from her. She watched him slip her panties into his pants pocket while she needed the pillar behind her to stop her from toppling over backward.
Chapter Eight
Blakely thought she could outrun them. As soon as the last guest left, she snuck away without saying goodbye to Andrew, who had taken his sons into this study for a late-night drink.
Maybe they would end up drinking five bottles of whiskey together and then be too inebriated to remember their proposition and her agreement to it.
Once she was safely inside her apartment, with the doors bolted, she started to pace the floor in her living room.
