Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 137205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
I want to tell him I heard something, but I don’t want to speak and make more noise.
Calvin didn’t hear it. He keeps fucking me, but I hear it again. A voice, and then two voices. Coming closer.
Oh my god.
“Stop,” I whisper furiously, trying to dislodge him and move away, but he grabs my hips and wrenches me back where he had me.
“Don’t fucking move,” he clips.
“Calvin, there are—”
He slams into me more brutally and I have to clap my own hand over my mouth to keep from crying out.
When he pulls back to thrust forward again, I dart away from him, yanking my panties up as I do and bending to grab my dress. “Stop,” I hiss. “People are—”
He grabs my hair, pulling me upright and backing me against the wall.
“Calvin,” I cry quietly, trying to explain, but before I can say another word he tears my panties off, shoves them in his pocket, and then lifts my thigh. He’s inside me again before I can fight him, pinning me to the wall and driving his cock into me, this time while looking me in the eye.
I can’t take it.
“Mr. Cutler?”
Oh my god.
The guard is just on the other side of the wall.
Maybe it’s the fear of knowing we’re caught, maybe it’s the way his cock strokes my walls even as he hears the man on the other side calling out for him. Whatever it is, I plummet into climax with such frightening force that I have to bury my face in Calvin’s neck to keep from crying out. My pussy clenches and clenches, strangling his cock as he pumps his cum into me.
My body goes completely weak. My head swims with bright white light and fuzzy pleasure.
Calvin sets me down carefully, and once he’s sure I can stand, he leans in to whisper in my ear as he buttons up his pants. “Get your clothes on as quickly as you can and slip out the side entrance. Pretend you were in the bathroom and walk back to the table calmly.”
I nod, but that all feels impossible. I’m certain the guard will walk in and see me naked and sweaty and know exactly what just happened.
Calvin meets my gaze once to make sure I understand, then he steps through the open doorway and out onto the porch.
As soon as he’s in the next room, I take a step back to gather my things and cringe when I hear the heel scrape across the floor.
Quickly stepping out of my heels, I bend down and pick them up. When I pop back up, I expect to see Calvin and the guard in the doorway, but it’s still empty, so maybe they didn’t hear.
My hands tremble as I snatch the bra and gown off the floor. I’m so nervous I nearly miss the hole as I shove my legs in and yank the dress up so at least I’ll be somewhat covered when the guard inevitably ducks his head in and finds me.
But I can hear Calvin on the other side, asking about one of the reliefs on the wall. I pull the dress together and ease the zipper up slowly so it makes as little noise as possible.
I’m still holding the bra and my shoes when I realize the voices aren’t getting closer, but farther away. I hear the sound of Calvin’s loafers against the steps and realize he really is leading the guard out of the temple.
As soon as I peek around the corner and can’t see them, I gather up my rustling skirts and run barefoot out the side entrance.
I expect to be caught immediately. I expect there to be a stern-looking man in a tan suit ready to yell at me and ban me from ever coming to the museum again.
But the coast is clear.
Barefoot, I make my way off the temple platform.
I slip my heels back on, then gingerly make my way around the platform back to the table.
Calvin sits at the table looking as relaxed as ever. The guard stands nearby and regards me carefully, but I flash him a smile and hope like hell he doesn’t realize the thing I’m holding in my hand is my bra and not a purse.
Standing, Calvin says, “Ready to go, sweetheart?”
I nod my head, but I don’t speak. I’m too afraid my composure will crack if I do.
Chapter Twenty One
Hallie
My dreams that night are a muddled, intoxicating mess.
Calvin and I holding hands as we hurry down the steps of The Met, him in his dashing black tux, me in my wrinkled blue ballgown. Racing back to the limo like two criminals fleeing the scene of their crime, him carrying my clutch because I’m holding my bra and didn’t want to draw attention to it.
Horror and fear turning to reluctant amusement as Calvin’s eyes flashed with mischief. “So, did you have a good time?”