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I leaned against the wall and slid down, trying to catch my breath. Bastian’s eyes dipped to the way my breasts heaved.
He rubbed himself, his movements unapologetic. Jets of cum shot out of him without any warning.
My eyes widened when I realized he was aiming at my face or hair—that jerk. I leaned forward in a hurry, connecting my mouth with his cock, and taking all his cum, much to his amusement.
Like he’d planned it this way all along.
He pulled back and parted my lips with his thumb. His cum pooled in my mouth pushed to the edges of my lips, nearly spilling past my lower lip.
“Swallow,” he ordered, his voice low.
Barely a whisper.
My glare spoke of refusal, but my mouth closed, and I swallowed. Didn’t even think twice until Dana’s second footstep shot me into action.
I pulled up my dress straps and discarded my ripped panties.
Bastian pried them from my fingers before I could toss them and rubbed the lace on his cock, drying himself, then pocketing my panties when I tried to retrieve them.
“I’m taking a break,” I finally shouted up to Dana.
I figured I couldn’t get in trouble for it, considering my boss stood in front of me, tucking himself back into his pants while the taste of him lingered on my tongue.
“Where’s the ice? It’s getting crowded.” Dana sounded pissed but also satisfied. Like she took joy in my failures. “I’ll have to write this up.”
Fucking delusional.
She held no authority. The most she could do was report this to Bastian, and well…
I shifted my eyes to him, took in his mirth, rolled my eyes, and shouted, “The machine’s messed up, and I have most of the spill cleaned! It’ll be a minute.”
“Fine.”
Her footsteps halted, and I closed my eyes and sagged against the wall. The relief swept up my back as I listened to her retreat.
When the door slammed shut, I straightened up and faced Bastian, who looked so unaffected, it riled me.
The pain in my back flared as the adrenaline and lust cleared. I rubbed at the base of my spine, ignoring the pounding of my heart as Bastian’s eyes drifted to my hand, and his brows furrowed.
It couldn’t be concern I saw.
Probably amusement at the pain he’d caused.
I swiped a finger at my lips. “I’m gonna go, um, to the restroom. I’ll get the ice in a bit. Promise.”
I strode away before he could answer, not making eye contact with him as the ramifications of what we’d just done punched me in my gut.
The gut filled with Bastian’s cum of all things.
Almost kissing was one thing.
Blowing him in the bar’s cellar? Worse.
Liking it? Unbelievable.
Bastian’s eyes burned my back, and he muttered, “Fucking hell, I need a drink.”
You and me both, Bastian.
