I couldn’t believe it either. That morning, he took me back to the bathroom and had his way with me. Then he proceeded to eat me out on my bed and the kitchen counter again.
And when I was finally a bundle of loose limbs who couldn’t move a single muscle on her own, he gave me a shower, and this time I kept his mouth and dick as far from my assaulted and sore pussy as possible.
But now that he was nowhere in my vicinity as I worked in my office in the arena, I could accept that sex with Ezra Moore was not just about release or scratching an itch, which I initially wanted it to be.
Sex with Ezra Moore was a religious and spiritual experience. An experience which made you believe he was God in one good fucking. I was certainly a devotee. Of his monstrous magic cock.
My body burned aflame, remembering all the filthy things he said and how deep I could feel him inside of me. How he knew exactly how to use his dick, tongue, and finger skillfully to coax my release after goddamn release.
I have never come this many times in a week, let alone in under twenty-four hours.
The door to my office swung open while I marinated in thoughts not appropriate for the workplace, about a man being with whom is not allowed at my workplace.
Stacy rushes in and drops and sinks into the chair on the other side of me, calming down her hurried breaths with a hand on her chest.
Her gaze turns to me, and then in an instant her brows touch her hairline. Unnerved, I take asweep of my table and myself. “What?”
“You got dicked down!” She squeaks, the finger of her outstretched hand pointing at me.
I do what a sensible person does when their boss talks about their sex life: lie. “What!? You’re crazy. No, I didn’t.” My hands fidget with the end of my ponytail as I bite into my lower lip, probably eating up my lipstick.
“Oh, you’re lying. Your face is redder than a beetroot right now. Tell me, who was it? Was it someone I know?” Her dark eyes shine with the excitement of a child riding their first bicycle.
How do I tell her he’s not just someone she knows, but someone she knows I have no right to be in a relationship with? Not that we’re in a relationship. It was just a one-time thing.
So, I again lie and hope that she doesn’t catch me this time. “No, you don’t know him. He’s my neighbor,” the last lie sputters before I can think better of it, and I instantly bite my tongue in regret.
“Oooo, that sounds scandalous. I bet he was huge with the way you’re grinning like a madwoman.”
I didn’t even realize I was, not until she mentioned it.
“Kaeli got a lover. Kaeli got a lover,” she sings at the top of her voice.
I lean and smack the table to grab her attention. “Shout for the whole world, why don’t you!?” I hiss at her.
Still laughing, she does a zipping motion in front of her lips and throws the imaginary key over her shoulder.
When Stacy has enjoyed her newfound happiness, she sits straighter in her seat. “Well, that’s not why I came here.”
Done with her antics, I slump in my seat. “Then why did you come here?” I ask in an exasperated breath.
“Because you, my girl, are going viral.”
My first thought is that they found out that I had sex with the captain of their NHL team. And that would mean the death of my career. “Why…” I clear my throat. “Why am I going viral?”
“For your performance in the Community event, duh.” She rolls her eyes at me as if that’s the most obvious thing.
Dropping the idea to mourn my now-saved career, I investigate further as a sigh of relief makes it out unbidden. “Okay, what do we need to do now?”
Shedding all playfulness and snapping into work mode, Stacy says, “You know how after Mullens was fired and blacklisted, we need positive media attention on the team.”
My teeth grind hearing his name so hard that speaking is an effort, “I do.”
Which Stacy doesn’t seem to notice and continues, “Yeah, so we’re already working on this segment you’re doing on Ezra. The entire senior PR team thought that with this rising attention on you, you could help us alleviate our image even more.”
My brows draw together. “Me? How?”
Her hands clasp together as she places them on the table and enunciates their plan for me. “We wanted you to be included in this segment with Ezra. Instead of just focusing on Ezra and the players, we could focus on you, too, our staff. Mullens was a staff member, and we need to erase that side of negative prejudices he created, too.”
