My body began to quake as my orgasm surged up, breaking in his mouth, and I let go, almost screaming, catching a hand across my mouth as he sucked my clit and shoved two fingers into my already squeezing tunnel. He fucked me like that, with his tongue, his teeth, his fingers, his whole damn face. When I started to come back to myself, he eased off carefully, releasing the pressure on my clit slowly like the dial on a pressure cooker until the heat of him was gone and I was left empty and aching formore.
I opened my eyes and spots danced across his white ceiling. Other sensations filtered in like the tilt of my hips at a strange angle and the paper cut I had on my ass cheek from a stack of papers underneath me. Now that I’d gotten off, I believed I’d be able to think more rationally about the situation. But sitting up to see Gray come back with a warm wet washrag and clean me up only made me want to roll over and present my ass so he could fuck me as he should have lastnight.
He wiped me gently and put my panties back on. All the while, I watched him carefully. Looking for a sign, maybe proof that I could see that he was telling the truth about being a 150-year-oldimmortal.
“You’re staring at mefunny.”
“Where did you learn to dothat?”
He ducked his head, rubbed his neck, and grinned one of those sexy playboy grins. Not the empty mask one, but the one I could feel in my toes. “A brothel inLondon.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle as his cheeks took on a telling shade of pink. “Are you blushing? How old wereyou?”
He shrugged. “In my thirties, I think. I wanted to know how to please a woman. Most of my life, I’d been learning about my own pleasure, never how to make a woman come. I wanted that powertoo.”
And he wielded it well. I let out a sigh and hopped off the desk. Once my skirt was back in place and I’d shoved his paperwork into a pile, I grabbed my scripts and stopped at the door. “Thankyou.”
“Thankyou?”
I tipped my chin to the desk and walked out. If I stayed any longer, I’d see what else those prostitutes had taughthim.
9
Dorian
My hands shookas she walked out, so I shoved them into my pockets hoping she didn’t catch it. Thank you? Was that a modern adaption, to say thank you after sex like she thanked me for buying dinner or pulling out achair?
The taste and scent of her still lingered. I would never be able to look at my desk the same way again, and her response was: thankyou.
I took a long breath, but all that came with it was the reminder of her. I tossed the cloth I held onto the sink before washing my hands and face. There was no way anything would get done after that. I adjusted the hard-on still choking in my trousers and then slipped into myjacket.
When I stepped out of the office Mina ducked her head and stared studiously at the desk. She must have heard us. Perfect. Exactly what both Izzy and I needed. I left without saying a word. Anything I could say might just embarrass us both. Instead of seeking her out, I went to the corner cafe and sat outside to watch for her. I wouldn’t follow her, but would ask to walk her home, so we might have a chance to talk abouteverything.
What did it mean? Did she believe me or did she simply want to get the end she was denied last night? I didn’t mind either way, but what I didn’t like was not knowing where I stood, and everything between us was well into limbo at themoment.
I had no idea how long I sat there. The sun was beginning to set when some of the stage crew from the theater stopped into the cafe. I kept myself behind a newspaper. They all sat at a table nearby and chattered likehens.
I was ready to make a discreet exit when Izzy walked in. She rolled her eyes as she passed the chattering table and barely spared me a glance as I hunkered under thenewspaper.
The table started up again once she went up to the counter. One girl leaned in to the other. “You know what I heard? That she’s sleeping with Mr.Gray.”
The blonde across the table looped herself into the conversation. “Maybe that’s how you get to be producer. I’d do anything that man wanted, and he doesn’t even have to give me ajob.”
The first girl who spoke giggled behind her coffee. “I’ll give him ajob.”
I let out a sigh but didn’t speak up. It wasn’t the first time a woman had spoken about me like that, and it wouldn't be the last. What ate at me was how they spoke about Izzy. She was a damn good employee, and they had no right to insinuate her job had anything to do withme.
I took a deep breath, closed the paper, and snapped it in half. The blonde who’d been facing my direction sucked in a load of air and choked, causing her friends to lookback.
I met the rowdy brunette’s eyes and waited for her to look away. They stayed quiet until I slipped between the tables and headed in the direction I knew Izzy would take. Hopefully the hens would go home before she came out. It took five more minutes for her to pass the doorway I’d been leaningon.
“Are you following me?” I calledout.
She snorted into her coffee cup and pulled it away to wipe her lips. “Well you do have some pretty usefulskills.”
“Like suave good looks and an excellently alphabetizedlibrary?”
That earned me another chuckle. “Amongst otherthings.”
