I was distracted the entire time I was in class because I couldn’t stop thinking about Mateo Rios. His texts were menacing and had been keeping me up at night. There was a part of me that knew I should tell Quest but I was slightly ashamed.
This man was a client and I knew Quest hated that I used to be a dominatrix. But fuck it, I was telling him today. I’d rest better knowing that he would handle it.
I knew the cost of keeping secrets. When Zainab kept the secret that she knew Thad was Zahara’s killer, it could’ve destroyed me. I almost lost my sister over that. I wasn’t going to let a secret destroy what I had with Quest. Not when what we had was the first real thing I’d ever built with a man.
Mrs. Pak dismissed us at 4:15 and I was out the door before she finished her sentence about next week’s exam. I checked my phone in the parking lot and there it was. Another text from a number I didn’t recognize.
You can change your number. You can block me. You can hide all you want. But I’m patient, Dame CoCo. And patient men always get what they want.
My skin crawled. This man was persistent and I couldn’t understand why. What the fuck did he want with me? Get over it and leave me alone! I screenshotted the text and put my phone away and got in the SUV where Davis was waiting.
“Take me to the casino,” I said.
Davis pulled out and I sat in the backseat watching Silver Spring disappear behind us and thinking about how I was going to say this. There was no version of this conversation that didn’t include Quest losing his mind. But I’d rather he lose his mind with the truth than find out on his own and lose his trust in me. I’d seen what happened to the women who lied to Quest Banks. I wasn’t joining that list.
Davis dropped me at the front entrance of the casino. The construction crews were wrapping up for the day, sawdust and plastic sheeting everywhere, the sound of power tools winding down. I walked through the unfinished lobby and took the elevator to the executive floor and knocked on Quest’s office door.
“It’s open.”
I walked in and he was behind his desk in a white button-down with the sleeves rolled up and his tie loosened.
“Are you busy?” I asked when I walked in.
“Not when you’re around. What’s going on?”
I sighed. I could feel my nerves tangling in my chest.
“Come here,” he said.
“I came here to talk to you about something.”
“Talk to me up close then.”
I walked around the desk and he pulled me onto his lap and kissed me before I could get a word out. His hand went to the back of my neck and gripped and his mouth was hot and demanding and tasted like mint and I forgot what I came here to say for about ten seconds because his other hand was already sliding under my jacket and up my stomach.
“Quest, I need to tell you something.”
“Tell me after.” He pulled my jacket off my shoulders and tossed it on the floor. His mouth moved to my neck and his hands gripped my waist and lifted me off his lap and set me on the edge of his desk. Papers scattered. A pen holder fell over. He didn’t care and honestly neither did I because his hands were pulling my leggings down my thighs and his mouth was on my collarbone and my brain had officially surrendered to my body.
He pulled my leggings all the way off and dropped them on the floor with my jacket. I was sitting on his desk in nothing but a thong and a tank top and he was standing between my legs looking at me like I was the only thing in the building worth his attention.
“You came all the way to my office looking like this and expected me to have a conversation?” He hooked his finger under the strap of my thong and pulled it to the side. “Nah. We’re talking after.”
He unbuckled his belt with one hand and freed his dick and when I looked down my heartbeat started to pound out of my chest. He gripped my thighs and pulled me to the very edge of the desk until my ass was barely on the wood and pushed his dick inside me in one slow, deep stroke that made my head fall back and my hands grab the edge of the desk behind me.
“Fuck, Quest.” The word came out strangled because he was so deep I could feel him in my stomach.
“You missed me today?” He pulled back slow and pushed in again, deeper, and I gasped. “Tell me you missed me.”
“I missed you.”
“How much?” Another stroke, harder this time, his hands gripping my hips and pulling me into him.
“So much I couldn’t focus in class.”
“Good. I don’t want you focusing on shit but me.” He picked up the pace and the desk started rocking against the wall withevery thrust and papers were sliding off the surface and I didn’t care because his dick was hitting spots that made my vision blur and my nails scrape across the mahogany.
He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me up so we were face to face, my legs wrapped around him, his dick buried inside my pussy to the hilt. He held me there and rolled his hips slow and deliberate, grinding against my clit with every rotation, and I moaned into his mouth because the pressure was building fast and he knew exactly what he was doing.
