Stepping into the hot shower, I let the water pour over my muscles, soothing them with its heat.Closing my eyes, all I can do is replay the look on her face as I fucked her.Over and over it circles on a loop until all I can do is cup my cock in my hands.
I should have done more to her.I should have convinced her just how dangerous her actions were.But I didn’t.I fucking couldn’t.
It would have been so easy to force her to her knees and make her suck my cock.I could have fucked her face so hard her jaw would still be aching.Hell, every toy was there at my disposal, and what did I choose?My hand.My goddamn hand.
My palm stings, a phantom burn as if I had just now struck her again.Dear God, but her ass was a thing of perfection.It jiggled just right when I smacked it.Her reactions were so innocent, so naïve.She could have been perfect.
If only she hadn’t lied.
If only she were experienced enough that I could have my complete way with her.
If only she didn’t need me for my money.
If only we’d met under different circumstances.
… If only.
A groan erupts from my lips as I grip my cock and stroke up and down.Now that I’ve been inside her, my hand isn’t enough.I thought I could just brush it all to the side.I thought I could just make do with my normal existence.I thought fucking wrong.
Leaning back against the warm tile, I rock my hips, fucking my hand as if it were her tight pussy.The bits of water splashing against my tip feel like the illusion of her tongue darting across my head.They spur me forward, forcing sensation up and down my spine.
It might not be her.It might not be good enough.But it certainly scratches that itch.Visions of her body undulating under mine flow through my brain as I continue to hump my fist, grunting with each hard thrust.
In my mind’s eye, her breasts bounce with each stroke—my own personal filth.I could watch her every damn day.I could get off to her with little difficulty.Even now, my mouth waters as the damned scent of peppermint floods the room.
Reaching down, I tighten my fingers around my knot with my free hand and squeeze, remembering all too well the delicious grip her pussy had on me.Was it really just yesterday?It feels like an eternity ago.
Clinical.
Routine.
Detached.
Right.It’s all a fucking lie.It’s a desperate means for me to stay in control… or at least as much as I can.How can I stay detached when I live with the addicting taste of her on my tongue?
I tip my head back as a roar vibrates through my chest.Ropes of cum shoot out, coating the shower floor.Panting, I continue to stroke, forcing every drop out.My balls ache from how hard they clench, but I don’t stop.I can’t stop.
Even though my body burns and my cock jerks with how sensitive it is, I continue to stroke up and down, not stopping until I’m depleted.How I wish it could get her out of my head.
But it doesn’t.
If anything, I burn even hotter.
What I would give to have her all over again.Our time truly was far too limited.Could we really tempt fate again?Would she?
Storming out of the shower, I towel down and wrap the soft cloth about my hips.If I know anything about Miss Hayes, I know she’ll be desperate.Hell, I was when I got my first windfall.She’ll need the money, crave it, want it so desperately, she’ll do anything to get it.
Even putting herself in danger by visiting the clinic again.
Pulling up the website, I draft a swift email to the director.If little Miss Hayes wants to play with fire, I’ll make sure to be the one to burn her.
Chapter12
Noelle
One week later
Nausea and exhaustionbeat at me as I take my place in the call center.All around me, coworkers go on and on about their plans for the holidays.They have such joy, such excitement.Honestly, it’s enough to make me puke.
