He doesn’t really want me. This isn’t really jealousy. He just doesn’t want me to spend time with another man who may turn my head when he thinks he’s got me locked down.
“Most of the day. Craig is dropping me off at the studio, and then I’m going to the spa with Jane, and then I’ll be back for supper.”
Jane’s the friend I always use in situations like this. Jane is the best kind of friend—the kind that doesn’t exist, the sort that can’t drop you in it or screw up your plans.
I smile sweetly. I don’t know anyone called Jane; they would know that already if they knew anything about me.
Father nods, lifting his paper, clearly dismissing both of us. Alfredo doesn’t look happy, but I stroll outside anyway, climbing into Craig’s awaiting Jeep, and we drive off.
Pulling up at the hotel, I slide out, and he comes around to meet me. He steps in front of me, caging me against the side of his Jeep.
“You look fucking delicious.” His eyes twinkle withmischief as he runs his hand up and down my arm. He licks his lips and leans in as if he’s going to kiss me out here in public. The man’s lost his damned mind.
I smile up at him. “You’ll have to wait; we need to get inside so no one sees us.”
“I don’t give a shit.” He pulls back, trying to convince me his bravado is real, but I see him falter as he takes a significant step back, and his eyes flick around the parking lot.
“Yeah, you do, and you know it.”
I know he’s fucking a few of his clients. The older ones buy him things: his watch, his Jeep, and his condominium. They’re all gifts from the older women he trains, but he’s with me because I’m young, and my father pays him well. I’m not delusional enough to think that he actually wants to spend time with me; he just wants to fuck, and honestly, after that shitshow of a sexual encounter last night, I need this too. Sometimes a girl just needs an unemotional railing.
I step into the room and start to strip. I open my bag and put my clothes on top. He throws down a box of condoms, and I grin. “Plan on using all of them?”
“We can try.” He grins back.
I slip the last of my clothes off and stand in front of him naked, and he groans. I don’t care. My body looks fucking good. I know it’s all him, his influence and the way we train, but I don’t give a shit. I work hard, and I look fucking great.
He snatches at his clothes, tugging and pulling as he yanks them off before tossing them on the floor, kicking them to the side. He pulls out a condom, tearing the top off and squeezing the condom from the packet.Sliding it over his rigid dick, and nods towards the bed.
“Hard and fast?”
“Hard and fucking fast!” I grin at him. It’s always how I like to start. Needing to get rid of the tension so I can relax, the first fuck is hard and fast, and he really does put in the effort afterwards. I climb onto the bed on all fours, and he slides up behind me. He runs the tip of his sheathed cock through my lips, and I shudder.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” His hand caresses the bottom of my back and over to my hip.
I grin over my shoulder. “Are you gonna fuck me or stroke me?”
He slams inside, and I grunt as he thrusts me forward, snatching my hips back before I faceplant.
“Fuck!” he roars out when he bottoms out, his fingers digging into me. I smile, knowing they’ll bruise; they always do, yet Alfredo never notices because it’s so rare for me to take my clothes off anymore. This is always great, skin slapping, sweat dripping, as he drives into me over and over again. The tension easing with every crash of his hips against my skin. I reach down and slip a finger inside with him, and he groans. He releases one hip and slaps my ass, and grunts before gripping again and slamming back into me.
I groan as I slide my coated fingers around my clit and rub frantically, trying to cum before he does. I gasp as his fingers tighten, and he grips me harder, roaring out, “I’m coming.”
He smashes into me, pushing me forward until I fall flat, crushing my hand between my thighs, and I rub harder as he curses at how tight I am in this position. It’s only a few more thrusts before he’s screaming out as hecomes. I can feel him pulsing and filling the condom, and he bottoms out and holds himself there while he gasps and pulses as I scream, clenching around him and my fingers.
He sags onto my back and nips at my shoulder before pulling out and flopping onto his back at my side.
I turn to face him, and he’s grinning. “I could fuck you all day fucking long.”
“I’m going to take you up on that. I have to be back for supper.”
“Is your father that thick that he doesn’t know we’re fucking?” He rolls his eyes dramatically.
“Yes, he doesn’t notice me unless it’s in his best interest. But if he found out you were fucking his prized bargaining tool, then he would kill you.”
He slides his arm around me. “Let’s keep it our little secret then.” He chuckles and pulls me tighter. He removes the condom and drops it in the trash can beside the bed. It’s nothing more than a relaxation thing. He’s spent, and he thinks he’s getting paid to fuck me under my father’s nose while using him for his contacts, and I don’t care. There’s no happy ever after here.
Do I think he will stick around once I get what I want? I don’t know, honestly. I’m not sure, but he might. There will still be a need to train. A woman still has needs, and I’m still gonna have more money and connections than he’ll ever want, so it seems like a win-win to keep him on my side. Also, he’s tough, so maybe I might have him as security. Either way, I’m not done yet.
