Page 18 of Finally, His

When he pulled out, a rush of adrenaline filled her body as she sucked in air. Her hands fell to the floor as she breathed hard. His hand was still in her hair.

Then he kneeled and wiped her cheeks, smearing mascara and lipstick on her skin. He pushed her gently to her side and left her on the cool concrete. “Stay there.”

Oh, maybe there would be more. Her cunt was ready—so ready for anything he wanted—as her desire dripped down her thighs and to the floor.

He strode to one wall and pushed on it. A drawer slid out. So many secrets at Accendos.

He returned with a steaming washcloth. He eased her to sitting against him and immediately began to swipe the cloth across her mouth, under her eyes, and down her neck. “You did well … little Colette.”

Gentle kisses against her temple. Such care. She wanted to curl into his body, never leave. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Do you have questions? You have permission to ask me anything.”

His return to business stilled her heart.

His hand rested on her cheek, the little band-aid flashing in her vision as he moved the washcloth down her arms.

“What did you do to your finger?” The words just came out.

Another flash of surprise crossed his face. “Opening a package. One of those god-awful plastic molds.”

She placed her hand over his and turned her face so she could press a small kiss where the band-aid covered. “I wish I could have taken the cut for you.”

“Ah, but that’s my job.”

“I want a job.”

“Tired of translations so soon in your career?” He chuckled and stood, drawing her up with him. “Let’s go upstairs and get you cleaned up more.”

She pulled at his shirt lapels. “I don’t want to leave. Next week—”

“I have to go out of town.”

Her heart sank. No, she nearly died. A hole began to form in her chest from the mere thought of not seeing him, touching him.

“I’ll be back on Friday,” he said.

“I’ll be here.”

He cupped her chin. “So, you wish to continue.”

“I want nothing more.”

“Then you’ll do something while I’m gone.”

“Yes.”

He chuckled again. “Always so eager. You will think of what you want, really want, moving forward.”

“I’d say yes to anything.”

A low rumble vibrated against her torso as he drew her closer. “You say that now.” He brushed the hair from her face. “But you’ll do this for me. And put it in writing.”

“I will, Sir.” She couldn’t puzzle out what words to use right then. Her mind was fuzzy, and she had to hang onto his arm to steady herself as he led her to where her dress lay puddled on the floor.

She’d abandoned it so long ago, right? Time had slipped.

After helping her get her dress back on, he led her out. The men in black, still standing guard, stood as they passed. Then she found herself in a ladies’ room with a woman named Carrie. She said her name three times as if she knew it would be futile for Colette to remember anything right then.

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