Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
I held her steady at the waist as I began to pleasure her with my mouth. She tasted fresh and sweet. The scent of her arousal made me throb in my jeans, but for the moment, this was all about her. Giving her an orgasm. Showing her how good I could make her feel.
She pulled at my hair, one of her hands fisting it. I liked the sharp pain and growled against her clit before gently flicking it several times with my tongue. Her knee buckled again.
I looked up at her and licked my lips. “You taste like fucking heaven,” I told her before going back for more.
Brielle’s body was shaking as I tasted her and teased her with my tongue. She began begging me and moaning. I loved the sound of her voice. Knowing I had her so damn close. When I wasn’t sure she could take much more, I sucked on her swollen clit, and she exploded in my arms.
My name was a scream from her lips, and her body jerked several times as the orgasm flooded through her. When I was sure she was done, I stood back up to hold her, but then I heard something from behind me.
“Oh good. Did you bring her to join us? I love threesomes,” Maegan said.
I saw the second Brielle’s pleasure turned to horror in her eyes. She looked stricken as she pushed me away and grabbed her shorts, tugging them back up her legs before buttoning up her shirt.
“What the fuck?” I barked at Maegan, barely containing my fury.
She looked so sincere in her confusion, but I knew better. Maegan had waited for the perfect time to speak up. To send Brielle running. Fucking Maegan was one of the worst mistakes I’d ever made.
“I have to go,” Brielle said, pulling away from me.
I reached for her, but she jerked away from me. Unable to even look at me.
“NO!” she shouted, then turned to run toward the door.
“Brielle, listen to me,” I begged, going after her.
She shook her head and opened the door. “Just let me go,” she said in a pleading voice. “I’m so stupid,” she added. “Just let me go!”
I stalked after her, and when she reached the elevator, I grabbed her arm.
“Brielle,” I said sternly, “you have to listen to me.”
“No,” she said as she began pushing the button over and over, as if that would make it open faster. “I can’t believe I let you …” she said, then covered her face. “No one has ever done that to me. And I just let you …” She let out a sob as the doors to the elevator opened.
I started to follow her inside, but she held out a hand. Unshed tears in her eyes.
“Don’t,” she said forcefully. “Let me go. Please.”
The doors started to close.
“I need to explain,” I told her.
“I don’t care,” she replied, and then she was gone.
I stood there, angry with Maegan for screwing this up for me. Angry with myself for hiring Maegan and fucking her. And angry with Brielle. She hadn’t given me a chance to explain.
I slammed both hands against the closed elevator doors. “DAMMIT!” I roared.
Then, I turned and stalked back toward the open penthouse door.
I didn’t stop to look at Maegan, who was standing there, waiting.
“You’re fired. Get your shit and go. You’ll be hearing from my lawyer. You broke the contract,” I said and continued heading to my bedroom.
“Dean! I didn’t know,” she called out after me.
“Fuck that! You knew exactly what you were doing. You have twenty minutes, and then I’m calling the police. Leave.” I slammed the door behind me.
My next building manager was going to be a man. A straight man.
twelve
brielle
The rest of the week was uneventful. I went to work, I came home, I made myself an easy dinner and started reading the pile of books beside my bed. I’d once again canceled my date with Gavin, but after what I’d done with Dean, there was no way that I could go on a date and even have a conversation.
That girl, the one I had turned into up in his penthouse, was not someone I wanted to be again.
He’d thought I had run because his building manager had shown up and said what she did. But that wasn’t it exactly. I knew that was the kind of lifestyle Dean had. He’d probably had orgies with the band and groupies. A threesome would be wholesome compared to the things he’d done. I wasn’t a naive kid. I knew better … yet in that moment, it hadn’t mattered. Dean Finlay made me stupid.
Maegan’s voice had snapped me out of whatever spell I’d been under. I had just let Dean take my bottoms off and … lick me down there. In his hallway, against a wall.
Who was I? When had I started acting like that? I wasn’t some wild-ass groupie. I had a kid. I was a mom.