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I push hard on her clit one last time and thrust up with my hips, driving so deep inside her. Her eyes fly open and she explodes against me. Her inner walls grip me tightly, and she cries out my name as she jerks forward, still riding out her orgasm. I stroke her clit in a circle, hard and fast, not letting up, and she lets out an absolutely delicious scream. My orgasm is just as powerful, and I bite her shoulder, my hands locking her into place so she can’t move away from the intensity of her pleasure, or mine. She collapses against me, sweaty and panting.

I hold her until we both catch our breath. She pulls up from my shoulder and takes my face in her hands, kissing me deeply.

I swear to God my cock twitches inside her. That’s never happened before. I could take her again if she gave me enough time to recover.

I slide my arms around her back, kissing her, enjoying the feel of her hard nipples against my bare chest.

“I like how you feel inside me,” she says.

God how can I resist this woman? I kiss her neck.

Her eyes darken with lust. I ease out of her but replace my cock with my fingers. She needs me to make her come again. I tease the very tip of her clit slowly, so slowly, barely touching her. I stay there until I hear her sweet little whimper.

“Do you like that?” I ask her. I’ll give direction and take it too. I want her to enjoy herself thoroughly.

“Mmmmm.” She sucks in a breath when I increase the pressure slightly.

“I wonder how many times I could make you come,” I murmur, teasing her. “Sometime I’m going to find out. Would you like that?” I grab her hair and pull her head back so she’s looking at me.

“I like when you do that.”

Goddamn. I’m going to have to take her on all fours and really give her the ride of her life at some point.

“I like it too,” I hiss. “I like how my cock feels inside your tight little body, but I like just stroking your clit like this too.” I urge her to move up on her knees so I can slip a finger inside her.

She murmurs my name, and I add a second one. No pain this time, only pleasure. I pump in and out of her, torturing her clit with my thumb. She meets my thrusts, and when she closes her eyes and bites her lip I know she’s about to come again. I curl my fingers inside her, and she moans deep in her throat. I keep my fingers inside her, stroking her in that come hither motion, letting my little finger graze her tight asshole. It pushes her over the edge again, and I watch her beautiful face as she cries out her pleasure, riding my hand this time. I whisper words of encouragement as she soaks my fingers, and she’s never looked so fucking beautiful.

I want to touch her like this all the goddamn time. Want to make her come over and over again until she begs me to give her a break. I want to explore all of her fantasies, and mine too.

I don’t want to let her go.

I leave my fingers deep inside her until her spasming stops, and then pull out of her. She looks disappointed at the loss, and I push my fingers into her mouth. She licks them clean, and I pull her in for a kiss.

“You’re so sexy. I’m so lucky,” I murmur.

She’s exhausted and cuddles up against me. I carry her to the bedroom, and she falls asleep against me. This time I won’t let her leave without saying goodbye.

19

Sasha

Election day. I meet the NLRB representative at the entrance to the casino. She’s a no-nonsense woman with steel-gray hair, carrying a rulebook, a paper pad of ballots, and a ballot box. James Carney greets us.

“Hello, ladies,” he says, smiling toothily. I want to punch him. For me, for Jamilah, and for Finn. “Beautiful day for an election.”

It’s cold, but sunny. We’re expecting more snow in the evening. Carney looks far too happy, and it makes me believe he’s up to something. I’m there as an observer on the union side to ensure that he doesn’t try to intimidate his staff. He has an observer of his own, a big, burly-looking man who glares every time a staff member comes to cast a ballot.

The election runs all day. We’re in for the long haul.

Non-eligible staff aren’t allowed in the actual election space, which means no managers and no Carneys. I wonder how Finn is doing. If things go our way, I have a plan to help him out from under his father’s thumb once and for all. He’s ready to help me and Benjamin escape, but maybe we won’t need to.

Finn and I left things in a state of limbo. The sex was absolutely incredible. When I woke from a nap, we went at it again, and I came for a third time that day. I didn’t know that was even possible. He drove me home and kissed me goodnight, but that was it. We care about each other, but it’s too complicated. We don’t make sense together. I know he’s sorry about what he put me through, but I’m not sure if that’s enough.

The day drags. We break at noon for lunch, and I leave the premises and meet with Jamilah.

“Hard to know how it’s going,” I say, holding her hands in mine. “But I’m hopeful.”

“It’s been a long, uphill battle. No one knows that better than you do.”

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