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Wednesday(11)
Author: Kendall Ryan

He made a murmured sound of approval in his throat.

“And what about you? What are you doing here?”

He shrugged, and I knew that was the only answer I was going to get.

“Well, if you’ll excuse me . . .” I tried to sidestep around him to head to the restroom, but two large hands gripped my waist and forced me up against the wall.

And then his mouth descended on mine and he was kissing me—his tongue probing, my lips parting and knees weakening. He’d kissed me only once since we were teenagers—back that first time in the bathroom at Samantha’s parents’ house. But he was kissing me now and his mouth was hot and sweet and tender.

I kissed him back, sucking his tongue and groaning into his mouth when his steely erection nudged at my belly.

Reckless. This was reckless. Someone could see us.

Seconds later, his mouth was gone. I blinked up into eyes alit with passion. Then, before I could process what was happening, he pulled me farther down the hall. He opened a door to a broom closet and pulled us inside, where we were surrounded by darkness and the subtle scent of wood polish.

“Shaw, what are we—”

His mouth was on mine again and the words died on my lips. His kisses were unlike anything else. Hot. Powerful. Intense. Just like his personality. He nipped at my throat, sucked on my lower lip, and gripped my ass tightly in both hands. My panties were already wet—forget foreplay when I was with Shaw. It wasn’t needed. My body was primed and ready faster than with any man who came before.

“Down on your knees,” his gruff voice rumbled in my ear. “I want your pretty pink lips around my cock.”

His hands pressed down on my shoulders, and when I fell to my knees before him, I heard the pull of his zipper come down. And then I was taking his thick cock deep in my throat, his musky scent surrounding me, his murmured groans spurring me on . . .

“Suck it deep,” he ordered, and I obeyed.

Moments ago, I was hanging out with my friends, innocently sharing drinks. Now I was here, doing this? Sometimes I confused even myself.

“God, you’re perfection,” he said on a groan, drawing me out of my thoughts and into the moment. One hand circled my throat, his pressure light. “You let me defile you, you dirty girl.”

I gazed up at him, my mouth full. It went without saying that the only reason I allowed him to defile me was the outrageous amount of trust between us.

A final grunt, and seconds later he was coming, shooting hot jets of semen down my throat and making the most beautifully broken sound.

I swallowed. His salty, bitter essence slid down my throat.

I was still reeling when he pulled me to my feet, still trying to figure out what had just happened in the span of ten minutes. Then it hit me—Shaw had marked me, had needed to claim me as his.

“While I know you’d love for me to suck on that hot little clit until you came, I’m not going to. Go back out there to your friends. And don’t you dare let any of those men touch you. Do you understand, Sunshine?”

I nodded like the obedient little slave I’d become.

“Good.”

The door opened and I was thrust back out into the light.

• • •

When I woke the next morning, shame and outrage burned hotly through me as memories of what happened in that storage closet last night rushed to the surface.

Shaw had shown up when I was out with my friends. And what . . . he’d made me suck his cock just to prove a point? His point being that while another man might be flirting and interested, I still belonged to him. Except I didn’t.

While I had a lot of mixed emotions about these games we were playing, I’d never been mad at Shaw. But today? I was fucking livid.

I showered and combed out my wet hair, dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, and then made my way downstairs in search of coffee.

Instead I found an empty coffeepot and Jason standing in the kitchen.

“Morning,” I grumbled, grabbing the carafe and filling it with water from the sink.

“Morning,” he said around a mouthful of cereal. “Shaw find you last night at Hank’s?”

“What?”

He shrugged, taking another bite and chewing slowly. “He stopped by here last night, asking where you were. I told him you’d gone to Hank’s. I assumed he went there to find you.”

“Oh. Yeah. He found me,” I said, my voice sounding robotic. “We had a beer. No big deal.”

Lies. Last night he’d used me and made me feel cheap.

Jason nodded. “Good to see him going out and getting back into the swing of things, I guess, huh?”

“Yeah,” I murmured.

The fact that Shaw had tried to come out and find me last night didn’t soothe my anger. Hell, he’d probably only wanted his dick serviced anyway. Perhaps that’s all I was to him.

Hot tears stung my eyes. I couldn’t let Jason see me cry, so I mumbled something about getting back to work and took off toward my office in the back.

“But it’s Sunday . . . ,” Jason called behind me.

It didn’t matter. I need to fill my brain with invoices and bank statements and web updates to avoid sinking into my bed and crying for the next eight hours straight.

Chapter Six

Shaw

The haze of morning shed some light on a few things. First, I’d acted like a selfish prick last night. Second, I was getting more and more reckless with Chloe, and I didn’t know how this web of deceit I’d spun could possibly end well.

   
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