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The sting.

The thud.

The burn.

The blissful fucking burn.

How it hurt…so good.

The way it heightened every one of my senses, making the pleasure he provided that much better.

After taking a minute to think, I pick up my phone and quickly type out a text, hitting send before chickening out.

“Fuck,” I whisper under my breath.

CHAPTER

ELEVEN

EDMUND

“The landscapers are coming to trim the bushes along the model and some of the properties today. How do you want them?” Aubrey calls from the great room of the model home. Turning toward her voice, I find her bent over the pool table, racking the billiard balls.

“What?” I snap as I stand from my chair, having truly not heard her question with my focus on her ass.

“A little distracted today?” she jokingly snarks as she glances at me over her shoulder. “The bushes. How do you want them trimmed?”

“Bare.” My tone is a deep whisper as I step behind her and place my palms on the green felt, boxing her in. Reeling from the high of the fiery redhead and feeling more brazen than usual, I ask, “How do you keep your bush?”

“Mr. Parker!” she exclaims, standing abruptly and finding herself pinned between me and the hardwood of the pool table.

“Aubrey.” I speak her name slowly and authoritatively, relishing in the way it causes her breath to hitch. “How long are we going to play this game?”

“What game?” Her voice cracks, and she swallows hard.

“You. Parading around here with your huge tits and round ass on display. Taunting me. Teasing me. As you flirt with me relentlessly day after day.”

“I don?—”

“Don’t play coy with me, Aubrey.” I lean forward and press my hardening cock against her ass. “You can pretend to be sweet and innocent, but we both know you want my cock.”

Grabbing her hand, I pull it behind her back and place her palm against the bulge in my pants. She gasps as her fingers instinctually wrap around it.

Not so fucking innocent after all.

“We shouldn’t,” she says softly as she continues to stroke over my length through my trousers. “You’re my boss.”

“Yes,” I groan as her fingers slide over my tip. Gripping her skirt at her thighs, I begin to gather the fabric into my hands, slowly inching it up her legs. With the hemline resting just below her ass, I whisper against the back of her neck, “I am your boss.”

“That’s why we shouldn—” She catches her words as I slide my hand between her legs and rub against her damp panties.

“Then why are you wet and stroking my cock?” I hoist the skirt over her ass. I reach around her body and begin to undo each of the buttons of her blouse. “Say no. Tell me you don’t want to know what it’s like to be the naughty girl who fucks her boss. Or say yes. And I can promise I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”

She swallows hard, audibly hard, before quietly responding, “Yes.”

Pulling the blouse from her, I toss it haphazardly to the floor before yanking the lacy cups of her bra down to expose her massive tits. I roughly palm them both, squeezing and kneading at them as she grinds her ass against my cock. I firmly roll both her tight nipples between my fingers and pull on them, causing her to moan.

“Bend over. Hands on the table. Feet spread,” I command, undoing my pants and freeing my aching cock. Without warning, I bring my hand down hard against her ass. Hitting her with such force, her cheeks and thighs jiggle. I smack her other cheek, and the slap of her skin echoes around the room. Her reactions completely devoid of enjoyment, unlike the little redhead I can’t stop thinking about.

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