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“Please!”
“Come!” he whispered harshly in my ears. “Listen to your wet pussy as I fuck you with my fingers while you come.”
And I did. I could hear myself around his fingers, soaking wet. Matthew didn’t stop. His fingers continued to move while I rode out the orgasm, and for the first time in my life, the dam broke, the squirt was minimal, thank God, but I could feel it running down my legs, and I could see it stain Matthew’s black suit.
Holy fucking hell!
I sat like that for a moment, my head still against Matthew’s chest, listening to his thundering heartbeat. I gave out a whimper when he removed his fingers, and I could hear his lips smacking, telling me that the bastard decided to have a taste of them. Yet he didn’t move, didn’t pull me away.
I could see the hard bulge against his pants from below me, and I wanted to reach for it to undo his zipper.
“You’re quite charming when you follow the rules, Reagan,” he panted, finally grabbing my shoulders to pull me up straight. My head was loopy, and I felt high. Without the support, I gripped the side of the piano for balance as I spotted the mess we made on the piano and on the floor.
“I’m as surprised as you are,” I said, stepping on the piano bench to stand. But when my feet touched the floor, it was like my body wasn’t my own. I braced myself before I could fall, and in a second, Matthew was there beside me.
“I’d help clean you up, but I’m afraid I don’t have anything that would help at the moment.” Right. Because there was no toilet paper nearby or a towel. Blushing, I told Matthew that it was fine. I wanted to ask him for my underwear when I shimmied down my skirt in place, but something told me that Matthew wanted to keep them.
“Why don’t you go to my office and use the restroom there,” he offered, handing me a set of keys he retrieved from his pocket. “I’ll clean up our mess here.”
For the first time in my life, I was quiet and so mentally short-circuited that I couldn’t think of a comeback. Instead, I did as I was told and strutted with pride out of the banquet hall and towards his office, leaving him me while cleaned up my…puddle.
Chapter seven
Matthew
I thought before that Reagan St. James had invaded my brain somehow. But after what happened in the banquet hall, she might as well put me under a spell. Because that woman was something else.
After cleaning up the piano, my dick was so hard I thought I would explode. I sent her to my office to clean up so I could give myself enough space to think because the siren had hypnotized me into her trap once more. And don’t get me started with her pink lace underwear that was burning a hole in my pocket.
We left the building together that night, and I walked her towards the bus stop. I wanted to offer her a ride home, but I knew that with how horny I was, I was going to jump her right then and there. And I didn’t want to look like a teenage boy unable to control his urges, even though Reagan was making me lose all my shit.
When I got home that night, I went straight to the shower and jacked off. Her face was all I could see, her moan was all I could hear, and the way she gushed around my fingers replayed in my mind like a broken record. But I wasn’t complaining about it.
Thankfully, there was still some control left in me because if I had allowed myself to fuck her that night, then I wouldn’t be able to stop, and we could get in a lot of trouble.
Reagan had become my personal hell—my personal obstacle. I still trusted her so little because I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that Ricardo St. James would allow his daughter to lift a finger to work. She was a difficult puzzle. A challenge. Good thing I loved challenges. And I didn’t usually lose when it came to games.
That thing that happened in the banquet hall two days ago was a mistake. A very tempting mistake. And I’d make sure it didn’t happen again.
But every time I saw Reagan around the hotel, it was like my dick had developed a mind of its own. I usually didn’t look twice at who I’d bump into, I just smiled at them and let them be.
Yet, after our little rendezvous, I hoped that every blonde employee I bumped into in the hall was Reagan. But most of the time, it was someone else.
There was one time, though, when she was helping prepare the banquet hall for an event, and I thought it would be fun to taunt her. She was jumpy most of the time at work, but still, her gracefulness was something that couldn’t be easily taken away from her.
At least nothing was awkward between us when we made small talk in the hall. She still had her smart mouth with her to act as our little buffer. I could freely scold her for being late, and she’d promise not to do it again. And after the complaint about her, she hadn’t fought with a guest. Not that I knew of, anyway.
Susana told me that she was getting better and that one of the sous chefs, Alejandra, was fond of her and was making her meals three times a day. I told the housekeeping manager to let it be and not to mention it to anyone.
Food was not an issue for me. The employees could have free food if they wanted it. And I wasn’t about to forbid her from eating. We threw away food every day like it was nothing, so it was better that Alejandra could feed another mouth with our supplies.
I was leaving the hotel three nights after me and Reagan’s little get-together. It was pouring, which probably explained the intense humidity earlier. There was almost zero visibility down the street when I turned my car toward the hotel exit.
As I drove straight down the street, a white thing moved from the side of the road by the bus stop. It was a person, and with how intense the rain shower was, I was sure that the person was soaked.
I slowed my car to a halt, and when I was across from the bus stop, I saw Reagan in a white spaghetti-strap top and denim shorts. Was she out of her mind wearing something like that at this temperature? With the way she was rubbing her hands on her arms, I knew she was cold.
So I turned the car, the lights guiding my way down the street. When I was by the transit stop, I honked before opening the passenger seat window.
