—Tristan
Pfft… thepleaseis clearly squeezed in between the last line and his name. A total afterthought. No surprise there, but the shower suggestion isn’t a bad idea. I’m covered in Tristan’s dried cum, and I reek of sex. As much as I enjoyed last night, I don’t want to go home smelling like him.
Tristan’s office door is open, and he’s sitting at his desk working on his laptop. He’s wearing his reading glasses again. They make him look so damn intelligent, which I already know that he is. No man earns the kind of money that he makes without having some serious gray matter in his head.
He is seriously one of the sexiest men that I’ve ever seen. And his cock is so fucking perfect. Long and thick. Hard and silky-smooth in all of the right places. It’s too bad that I’ll never get to feel it inside of me again.
I’m studying his working figure when he looks up at me and smiles. His teeth are perfect except for one tiny overlap on the right side. And those dimples trying to hide beneath his facial scruff… they’re sexy as fuck. I swear to God that his smile has the power to combust panties.
The melting pot of his Creole ancestors has blessed him with an olive complexion that I’d kill for. So much more attractive than my Irish fairness. And his pale blue eyes against the contrast of his dark hair and skin are breathtaking. It’s like he got all of the best characteristics from each race and ethnicity contributing to his DNA.
“I see that you found my note,” he says.
I nod and hold up the key. “And this.”
“Good. Come in, and let’s talk about it.”
I enter his office and sit in one of the chairs across from him. He leans back leisurely in his chair and stares at me, saying nothing, while he rubs the scruff on his chin.
“What?” I ask.
“I’m just looking at you and remembering last night. And this morning. The sounds that you make when you come. And the faces too.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks; I feel like his stare is penetrating my very soul, and he’s able to see just how deeply I enjoyed having him inside me. How eager I was to do it all over again each time that he would crawl down my body and lick my pussy.
I can feel myself getting wet right now just thinking about it.
I know that it was wrong. I shouldn’t have given myself to him, especially knowing what I know about him, but my God he had this way of making me forget my own name. I’ve never come so hard in my life. And I’ve definitely never come that many times in one night.
He was exceptional at seducing me.
And I was exceptional at being seduced.
I’m the one to break eye contact. Because I’m terrified that he’ll see beneath my surface and figure out just how much I enjoyed fucking him. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“Why should I stop looking at you?” He chuckles. “However it is that I’m looking at you?”
I look up at him again. Unable to resist the challenge that I hear in his voice.
“Because your expression… it’s…” It’s the same as it was right before he went down on me. Like a predator about to devour its prey.
His head tilts and this innocent, boyish smile replaces the rakish one. “My expression is what?”
“You know what your expression is. And it’s making me uncomfortable.”
“I love the way you look when you’re uncomfortable. When your cheeks redden. It makes you look like a young, sweet, innocent girl. One who didn’t get her pussy filled with my cum last night and this morning.” His voice is deeper and seductive.
I bet he’s sitting behind that desk with a huge hard-on right now, just like I’m sitting here with wet panties. And if I let him continue to talk to me like this, we’re going to be on top of his desk going at it like a pair of jackrabbits.
I hold up the key. “Why did you ask me to bring this to your office?”
“It’s part of the deal that I want to offer you.”A deal.That certainly gains my attention. I sit a little taller and more erect in my chair. “What kind of deal?”
He goes to the cabinet casing the stacks of thousand-dollar chips and opens the doors.
“The chips are gone?”
My heart pounds and mind frantically races.
