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I glance around. This damn big duplex and all this space is wasted on just me. The weight of my self-imposed loneliness suffocates me all over again. I just got my dick sucked, and it’s like I’m addicted. I need more attention.
I’m wracked with guilt that I told Ash and Emery to keep their hands off her. I’m three days in with her and I couldn’t stop myself with a crane from fucking her against the wall one night and then shoving my cock down her throat the next.
“Never mind. Let’s get you into bed. Alone.” With my cock leaking more cum into my underwear, I steer Bernadette to her bedroom, my hand on the small of her back.
We get to the door, and she turns to me.
“Thank you, Ford.”
“For what?”
“For everything.” She hugs me, her stomach bumping into my fresh erection.
“You’re paying me hundreds of thousands of dollars. I should be thanking you.” And fucking you.
“You gave me a place to stay, and you’re helping me get my designs back.” She steps back, ignoring my hard-on.
“It’s twisted, but I guess we’re helping each other.” I brush her face with my thumb. “Can I help you get undressed?”
Her jaw tightens, but with that cute lip-biting thing,she says, “Okay.”
We get inside her room and I don’t want this night to end. “Quid pro quo. You’ve seen me, all of me. I want to see what’s under that slip.”
“Stupid shapewear,” she blurts.
“What the hell is that?”
She laughs. “Figures you wouldn’t know. I suspect all the women you bed are size two.”
“Size two?” I fold my arms. “I’ll break someone who’s a size two.”
“You know what I mean.”
“No, I don’t. Show me. Take that dress off. I want to see thisstupidshapewear.”
“It’s been digging into my skin all night.” She shakes her head. “I’ll look like I got whipped.”
“Now I insist you to take that shit off.” Anger balls my hands into fists. “I don’t want you hurting yourself for me. For...us. Ashton won’t want that either. I know the man.”
Inside and out.
Bernadette’s glassy eyes find mine.
“Come on.” I reach for her zipper. “Get comfortable. It’s me. Just me.”
Why I expect her to trust me after only a few days baffles me. But we’ve been thrown together, forced into this joint hostage situation her ex put us in.
“Don’t move.” I take control and unzip the dress.
With it loose around the waist, I slide the parted halves of the neckline down to shimmy it past her hips.
“This slip is actually kind of sexy,” I mutter. “If you didn’t have anything under it.”
“Thank you,” she giggles. “I think.”
Bernadette relinquishes all control to me and lets me completely undress her.
Fuck, I love this. I wonder if all the women I fucked after Ash left me was just me going through the motions. I thought Ash ruined my guttural ache for sweet skin and a wet cunt.
