Page 29 of Richard

She had sex with Richard McBride. She didn’t think it was flattering that he was attracted to her, and she was most certainly not going to allow herself to think about that – that episode on his sofa, inside his office.

Or the fact that her entire body was still quaking, her heart pounding. Or that she was still moist and sore down there, and her entire body smelled of his expensive cologne and sex.

Nor was she going to dwell on the fact that, for the first time in her life, she had so many climaxes that it left her weak. Neither was she going to recall the way his mouth felt on hers and when he suckled her nipples…

Oh God! Bending her head on the steering wheel, she sucked in a breath and tried to compose herself.

The knock on the glass of her door had her jumping up instartled surprise and it was to see the security guard peering in at her. He indicated with his fingers for her to wind the glass down and she did so reluctantly.

“Miss, are you okay in there?” He was peering at her curiously, bent at the waist so he could see her clearly. She had no idea what conclusion he came to regarding her dishevelment or the tears on her cheeks, and she did not offer one.

“I am just– I am not feeling well.”

“Should I call anyone?”

“No.”

“Are you okay to drive?”

“Of course.” She forced a smile to allay his concerns and wished he would go back inside and leave her to her private misery.

“Sure?”

“Positive.” To prove her competence, she pushed the start button. “Thanks for your concern.”

“The boss wanted me to check on you.”

“Did he now?” She cursed silently at the strange look he was giving her and managed to temper her tone. “That’s very nice of him.”

“He said to make certain you are okay.” He stood there as if not quite believing that she was.

“I am fine. Now, if you would excuse me–”

“Of course.” He stepped back and she dragged the lever into reverse and made her mistake. A look in her mirror revealed that he was still standing there as if he was under strict instructionsto make sure she left the parking lot in one piece.

Letting out her pent-up breath as she touched the busy street, Collette tried to distract herself by listening to her favorite R&B classics. But that was a big mistake. A popular singer was crooning about a broken heart and bad decisions.

She called for another song, but it was as if everything was working against her. This time, the singer was lamenting about lost love and her body pining for a man she could not have.

Her hands gripped the steering wheel, and she forced herself to recall every detail of what had happened. It was a moment of insanity. She had been weakened by the luxurious office, the imposing man who dominated the office, and the most delicious meal she had ever partook of. And she was vulnerable.

“Over the past few weeks, she had been inundated with calls from her sister and her husband. Yes, that was it. She nodded as she tried desperately to rationalize and explain what had happened.

And she was inexperienced. He wasn’t. He was a man of the world and obviously well versed in the art of seduction. He had broken through her resistance like a knife through better. She was not proof against his brand of seduction. One touch and he had her going weak and trembling with need.

Humiliation washed through her at how easy it had been to get her clothes off and on his coach. She had said no at first, but when he continued kissing her—her insides weakened as she remembered the kisses. Her lips were still throbbing, and her sex was aching. She had wanted more.

And she had never experienced anything that potent before. Nothing had ever come close to what he made her feel. She had been crying out his name in shocked pleasure. The climaxes had been so wrenching that they had left her weak and disoriented. She had clawed at his back and shoulders like a woman out of control, and she had been.

Her fingers gripped the steering wheel, a moan escaping her as she reflected on his mouth, pulling on her nipples.

Trevor had been very contained, and she had never expected anything more than mild passion when it comes to lovemaking.She had been led to believe that was all there was. She had also been led to believe that she was repressed.

Trevor had hinted as much teasingly. “I love how cool you are, darling. Even when we are in bed.”

She had tried to let go and perform better but had failed miserably. And she had accepted that she was not very sexual. Until tonight, a voice taunted her. It had taken a complete stranger to prove her wrong.

And that was unacceptable. He must be thinking that she was so easy. The humiliation made her weak and so angry at herself that she almost missed the turn-off to her street. The place was washed with a full moon that she had been too involved in her thoughts to notice.

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