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I have to lean against the wall when my legs go weak in the rush of burning, consuming desire. I can almost hear her soft whimpers and pleading moans by the time the familiar tingle begins in the base of my spine and gives me no choice but to succumb to release. Before I can spill my cum, I use the panties to catch it, filling them since I can’t fill her pussy. By the time I finish, my knees nearly buckle, and I can hardly breathe.
I’m still holding the panties, going soft, when the click of the doorknob makes the rest of my body go stiff. Sarah is already in the room before she notices me standing in the closet doorway. Her face goes deep red, and she begins to back away. “Oh, I’m, I’m sorry—”
“What would you be sorry for?” I drop the panties to the floor before straightening myself out. “Where is Ophilia?”
“She…” Staring at the floor, she mumbles, “She’s taking a nap. She was worn out.”
Exactly what I wanted to hear. Now that I know her scent, I need more. So much more. “Lie down.”
“What?”
“I said, lie down on the bed. Now.”
“I don’t understand.”
“What part do you have difficulty with? Lie on the bed.” When she still doesn’t move, I can’t help but growl. “I want you. Isn’t it obvious? Lie down.”
She weighs her options and takes a seat on the edge of the bed. She’s still staring at the floor, even when I step up in front of her. I take her shoulders and push them back, gently but firmly, until she does as I told her.
Without saying another word, I sink to my knees and pull off the flats she’s wearing so I can more easily unbutton and pull down her jeans along with the thong she wears beneath them. She’s breathing fast, almost hyperventilating, and that doesn’t lessen any when my fingertips brush the insanely soft skin of her inner thighs.
But her pussy—oh, fuck, her smooth, shaved lips, the little hint of pink clit poking out from between them. So fresh and pretty. Nothing in the world could stop me from descending, running my tongue over her seam. Her hips jerk at the slightest touch, and I throw an arm across her hips to hold her down so I can indulge.
And I do, lapping up the creamy nectar pouring from her, coating my tongue, dripping onto the duvet. “Oh…” She sighs, and the sound only heightens my need. I’m getting hard again. This is better than anything I could’ve imagined during those sleepless, tormented nights.
Come for me. Come like a good girl.I drive my tongue into her cunt and savor her high-pitched whimpers before turning my attention to her pink bud. She’s already so close, fists twisting the blanket, and her chest heaving with every ragged breath. All it takes is a few quick flicks against the tip of her clit, and she explodes, shoving a fist into her mouth to hold back a scream before a fresh flood of juice coats my mouth and chin, leaving me dizzy and overwhelmed.
The power she has over me. It’s startling, almost scary. I’ve never been here before, not even with Nina. Not ever.
She’s limp and breathless when I stand and adjust my erection. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted so she can suck in one shaky breath after another. “You can take the rest of the day off,” I murmur.
I have to leave before I do something even more necessary and even more risky.
5
SARAH
“Idecided to take the afternoon off. What do you say we go out for some ice cream?”
I don’t think there’s ever been a kid as thrilled as Ophelia is at her dad’s announcement. You would think she just woke up on her birthday or Christmas morning and found a pile of presents waiting for her to unwrap. “Really?” she squeals. “You’re going to play with us?”
What a choice of words. For the briefest moment, Matteo’s eyes meet mine. I know what he’s thinking because it’s exactly what I’m thinking. He’s already played with me.
And I really, really wish he would do it again. It’s pathetic, not to mention dangerous, if I want to keep my job—and my self-respect. I made it too easy for him, but then it’s not like I didn’t want him. Or like his admission of wanting me didn’t turn my body into one giant, throbbing bundle of need.
“Let’s start with ice cream and see how it goes.” He tousles her curls, wearing a fond smile that threatens to crack my heart open if I’m not careful. It would be too easy to fall for this man.
“You know, I knew you weren’t going to work today.” Ophilia plucks at his casual, long sleeve shirt. “You’re not wearing work clothes.”
“And you are way too smart for your own good, kid.” He lifts his eyebrows when he looks my way again. “Well? In the mood for some ice cream?”
“There is never a time I’m not in the mood for ice cream.” I follow behind them, with Ophilia holding her dad’s hand and skipping with joy. I wonder if he has the first idea of how much she adores him.
It feels like living in a dream, getting into a sleek, black car whose driver closes the door for me once I slide into the backseat. Ophilia sits between us, and Matteo makes a big deal of fastening the buckle of her car seat and making sure she’s secure before we get moving. It’s all surreal, right down to the bodyguard sitting in the front passenger seat. At least he reminds me not to let myself get lost in the fantasy that there’s anything normal about Matteo’s life—or mine, now that I live with and work for him.
Of course, Ophilia doesn’t know any better. And she shouldn’t, either. I’m happy to go along with her, to laugh and joke the whole way into town, where we stop at an ice cream shop to get three cones before taking a walk so we can admire the windows of one cute, quaint shop after another.
Once she’s finished her cone, Ophilia takes my right hand in her left, and Matteo’s left in her right. I wish it didn’t feel so good. I wish my glance Matteo’s way didn’t reveal him watching me and wearing a funny, unreadable expression.
