My cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and a strange kind of satisfaction. Although I was in my bedroom, the scent of his cologne still lingered in the air, invading my senses.
It was hard to believe I’d let myself lose control like that again. I knew it would only be a matter of time before I fell for his flesh. I just didn’t think I’d end up testing my blow job and hand job skills on him. At least not this soon.
I should’ve only done that when I was certain of who or what I was to him. Maybe it was selfish of me to think that after he’d already gone down on me. Twice.
Perhaps deep down, I felt guilty for basking in the euphoria of his mouth on my cunt without reciprocating the gesture. He didn’t mind giving me head—in fact, he seemed to love it.
Nial’s pleasure was in pleasing me the way I wanted to be pleased. His actions were selfless, thoughtful, and strangely respectful. He always put my needs before his as though his own desires didn’t matter as much as mine.
Honestly, that was the reason I chose to shut out my sense of reasoning and go down on him. My lips curved into afaint grin as I recalled the expression on his face. A mask of sheer pleasure.
The sound of his guttural growl still echoed in my head, reminding me of how much he enjoyed my work. Pride crept into my heart together with the need to do it again.
I wasn’t sure what had come over me last night. But I was glad it did. Unashamedly, I stroked, sucked, and choked on his length, all while staring into his eyes. The way his face twisted in ecstasy and the sound of his deep groans fanned the flames of my desire.
The sex had made me completely forget all about Vika’s arrogance earlier that night. My smile broadened as I recalled how Nial’s kiss had sealed my lips. That single move was the reason the night turned out the way it did.
I should be ashamed of myself right now, but I wasn’t. Instead, I felt a flutter in my chest just thinking about how I made him feel. I reminisced on the way his legs trembled as he shot his load on my face—warm and sticky.
My hand traveled down between my legs, my fingers caressing my clit. I bit my lower lip, my waist grinding slowly as I fingered myself.
“Nial…” I murmured, a jolt of electricity surging through my body. “Oh, fuck….” My face twisted in pleasure, heat spreading across my body.
I arched my hip for better access, my fingers rubbing over my clit, slow and reverent. My shoulders rose in ecstasy, my eyes fluttering shut. I clutched against the sheets with my free hand as soft moans escaped my mouth.
The more I touched myself, the more I wanted him, and that alone was terrifying.
“Miss Kiera,” a voice called from outside the door, accompanied by two steady knocks.
“Shit!” I whispered, alarmed as I withdrew my hand from under me.
Quickly, I pulled the sheets over my naked body and rolled to the other side of the bed—the side facing the door.
I cleared my throat, my heart still racing in my chest. “Who is it?”
“It’s Polina,” she replied. The housekeeper. “Sorry to disturb you, but the boss wants you downstairs.”
My brows knitted together, confused. “Like right now?”
“Yes,” she answered. “Breakfast is ready, and he’s waiting at the dining table.”
I paused, trying to process the invitation. This had never happened before. We never ate together. Never.
“Uh….” My fingers combed through my hair. “I’ll be down in a minute.”
Silence.
Next thing I heard was the sound of her receding footsteps down the hall.
I lay on my back, staring blankly into space and wondering why he wanted to have breakfast with me. The invitation was unexpected, flooding my heart with mixed emotions.
The only way to know why I’d been invited was by honoring the invitation.
Without further hesitation, I got out of bed and headed into the bathroom to freshen up. Once done, I changed into a clean dress—a flowered flare gown with a V-neck that dipped enough to reveal my cleavage.
My golden-brown hair fell loosely over my shoulders, my skin glowing under the soft light. Quietly, I headed out the door.
The nearer I drew to the dining room, the faster my pulse raced. I braced myself as I moved, painfully aware of every step.
