Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
I cupped her mouth as she cried out in ecstasy.
“Shh, amor,” I whispered, planting a kiss on the apple of her cheek.
She moaned behind my hand, nodding obediently. And I don’t know . . . that did something to me. Made me want to hear her react uncontrollably again.
I continued triggering her G-spot, stroking exactly as I had before. Her eyes rolled back, and she clutched her breasts. She threw her head back as she came for the second time that night . . . and I could no longer hold back.
I was already on the brink, and when she let go, so did I. I slammed into her several times before a ferocious groan filled the hollow corners of my room.
So much for being quiet.
“Fuck, Octavia. Fuck.” Groaning, I clutched her upper arm and burrowed deeper, wanting to stay inside her warmth forever. My orgasm was strong enough to make me collapse on top of her and throb as I continued my release into the condom.
Buried deep inside her, with the side of my face resting between her breasts, I closed my eyes and caught my breath. I listened to her pounding heart, her erratic breaths coursing through her lungs.
“That was . . .” Her voice trailed off.
“Yeah.” It was all I could muster.
Sluggishly, I pulled out of her, my condom heavy with come. I studied her a moment before getting off the bed and making my way to the bathroom to toss the condom into the trash bin and clean myself up. Then I grabbed a washcloth, ran it under warm water, and carried it to the room.
“Should I . . .” I hesitated as I held the washcloth, debating whether I should help her clean up or just leave her to it. “Would it be too intimate for you if I help?”
She smiled, eyes soft and understanding. “Javier, you just had your penis in my vagina. I don’t think it gets more intimate than that.”
Heat crawled from my neck to my face as a wave of embarrassment ran over me.
“Right.” I huffed a laugh. “Okay.”
I wiped the come away, being thorough and making sure I caught it all.
Once she was all clean, she smiled again and said, “Thank you.”
I nodded, searching for my shorts while she climbed off the bed to look for her bra and panties. She put neither of them on, but she did slip back into her dress. She didn’t bother zipping it, though. She held all her things close to her chest and said, “I should get to the guesthouse.”
“Yes. Of course.” I bobbed my head like an idiot. Because what else was I supposed to do? Ask her to stay? Ask for more?
No. I could not have more.
I’d already blurred the fucking lines. If word of this got out, no one would shut up. We both had clearly needed this, and it was done now. It was enough. It had to be enough.
She headed to the door and pulled it open with a soft creak.
“Octavia . . . you will not tell anyone about this . . . right?”
She looked me over as I stood half naked in the middle of the room. “No,” she responded. “This stays between you and me.”
“Okay,” I whispered, relieved. “Well, good night.”
“Good night.” She took off, closing the door behind her. I waited until I could no longer hear her footsteps trailing down the staircase before I left the room and went to one of the guest bedrooms in the back of the house.
Through the window, I watched her walk across the lawn, still holding her bra and panties close to her chest with one hand while the other carried the straps of her heels.
As she went, there was pep in each step. She crossed one foot in front of the other, then threw her head back briefly to look at the sky. I was almost positive she was smiling.
I turned away from the window when she finally made it to the guesthouse. I did not know whether to smile like her or to feel disappointed in myself for caving to my desires.
Nineteen
Octavia
I woke up the following morning with way too much anxiety—well, a mixture of that and excitement.
I was anxious because I didn’t know what the new day would bring. I’d just had sex with Javier Valdez . . . the man who paid me to take care of his daughter. There was no way this was going to end well.
Regardless, I’d gotten exactly what I’d wanted the night before, and wow. It was incredible. The things he did with his mouth and his dick . . . whew. I didn’t have the words to describe it. One orgasm would have been more than enough, but getting two in one night? Hell, it was possible he’d just ruined me for any other man.