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“You’re going to forget your name after I’ve done fucking you tonight,” he says when he eventually comes up for air.
Holy shit, this guy… He moves back and, before I can gather my wits, he picks me up, then tosses me onto the bed. Ooh! I bounce and push up onto my elbows in time to see him throw his jacket over the chair before he returns and climbs on the bed on top of me.
“Sidnie,” he says, the one word enough to make me melt, and then he’s kissing my breasts, down my tummy, and pushing up my dress as he moves between my legs. He grazes his teeth on my thighs, taking big, gentle bites, then places soft kisses either side of my folds.
“You smell so good,” he mumbles, and brushes his thumb up through the swollen skin.
I cover my face with my hands. I’ve definitely died and gone to heaven.
“I’m going to taste you now,” he promises. “Slowly. I want you begging me to make you come.”
“Mmm… Mack…”
He lowers his head and closes his mouth over my clit.
Holy fuck, that feels so good. He sucks gently, then slides his tongue through my folds, at the same time as he inserts two fingers inside me.
“You’re so ready for me,” he says, filling the air with the slick sound of sex as he strokes his fingers in and out of me.
“Ohhh…” I’m rapidly losing the power of speech.
“Slowly,” he scolds, and withdraws his fingers. He blows lightly across my skin, and I shudder and moan. “Beg me,” he says.
I shake my head. He touches my clit lightly with the pad of his finger, teasing it.
“Mack…”
“Beg me…”
“Oh God…” I tilt my head to the side, my eyelids fluttering open.
And it’s then that I see it. The desk, against the wall. His laptop sits on there, open, the screensaver filling the screen with red and blue swirls. A pile of folders rests next to it. Sheets of paper are scattered across the rest of the surface.
It’s as if someone has thrown a bucket of cold water over me.
I’m here to spy on him. After I have sex with him, I’m supposed to take a photo of those papers.
I don’t have to. I could just have sex with him, then go home and pretend I couldn’t get him to take me up to the room.
But even the thought of it fills me with shame.
I really, really like this guy. He’s hot, and sexy, and funny, and gentle, and I came here completely under false pretenses. I feel about an inch high.
“Mack…” I rest a hand on his hair. He doesn’t stop though, continuing to slide his fingers and tongue through my folds. Jesus, I’m going to come… “Mack!”
He stops and lifts his head. I push myself up the bed, away from him.
He blinks. “What’s up?”
“I can’t.” Is he going to think I’m playing? Asking him to be forceful?
He stares at me, then runs a hand through his hair. The look on my face must be enough to convince him I’m not playing.
“I’m sorry.” Tears rush into my eyes.
“Hey.” He gets to his feet. Half of me expect him to get angry, to yell at me that I’m a prick tease, that I’ve been leading him on. But he just sits on the bed next to me. “It’s all right. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
I press my fingers to my lips.
