Page 23 of Her Double Desire

“Some of the best things in life are.” His voice is cryptic; it draws me back, both of us considering the other for a minute. “But you know,” he says, adjusting on the sofa, “I think you're enjoying this.”

Unsure how to answer, I go quiet.

Shawn nods at me, suddenly all business again. “Back to work.”

Obediently, I lean forward, holding his shaft and suckling at it.

“Pump it with your hand,” he demands.

Gingerly, I start jerking him. Shawn's throaty moans of passion flood my senses. Bracing one hand on his thigh, I fuck my face on him. My hair sweeps into my vision; he reaches out, tucking it out of the way. He's watching me with rapt attention.

His cock swells in my mouth. My groan is muffled; the arousal in me is building at a steady pace. As I shift on my knees, I'm aware of my slick juices sticking to my skin.Focus,I think, sucking him harder, faster. That's when I realize something incredibly dirty.

I want him to come!

Increasing my speed, I stroke Shawn with a tight fist, bobbing my lips over his tip. His hand on my head is solid, trapping me as his hips suddenly arch.

“Fuck, that's it, stay there! I'm... holy fucking god, ah...”

Warm seed fills my mouth and coats my tongue. There's too much of it; I have to decide to pull away and spit, or swallow. My searing desire makes the choice for me. Shutting my eyes, I gulp his semen down and shiver with excitement.

And lord help me, the second I've tasted it all, I want more.

“Amazing,” he whispers.

Beet red, I dare to look at him for a split second; the amused heat in his face makes me wrench away.

“Unless I'm wrong, and I rarely am, I think you enjoyed that,” he says.

“No!” I cling to the denial, too ashamed to be honest. “No, I didn't, I...”

“Tsk.” He tucks himself away, then zips his pants shut. Smoothing his hair, he angles his head thoughtfully. “Stand up, take off your dress.”

Maybe it's the strange buzzing in my blood, the unsatisfied ache of being aroused for so long, but I don't argue. On stiff legs I stand up. He's barely a foot away from me on the sofa. I know he has a good view when I slip the gown down my shoulders, exposing my firm, naked nipples on my breasts. My cunt is barely hidden in the lacy slip of a thong I chose to wear. It's damp from my arousal.

The gorgeous dress drops to my ankles.

Shawn's mild smirk brings me no comfort. “Liar. I hate liars.” Gracefully he rises, tugging at his shirt collar and tie with deft fingers until he loosens them, as if he's over-heated. “Stand there, don't move.”

Sweat runs down my spine from anxiety. His gaze is perceptive as it travels over me. He moves like a shark in the water, circling until he's at my back. His fingers brush my neck and startle me. “Ah!”

“So jumpy,” he laughs. “This tattoo, do you like it, now that you know what it means?”

I want to twist around so I can see what he's doing. Breathing through my nose, I whisper, “Not at all, Sir.”

“I guess there is some honesty in you. I don't care if you like it or not. This whole game we're trying to play is silly, and I'm only involved so I can save my own skin.” He follows the curving letters, sending ripples down my back.

It's like there's a single string running from my head to the ceiling, keeping me taut and still. I'm beyond nervous. “Can I ask something, Sir?”

Shawn pauses with his fingers resting on my jugular. “Go ahead.”

“What would happen to you if I left, or if Oliver isn't fooled by this charade? If it's about money, I mean... between Jared and you, surely you can pay it all back?”

His hand falls away from me. “You only met me this morning, but you believe you know who I am, what I have access to.”

I flinch. “I just assumed...”

“You're not wrong,” he cuts me off. “I am well off. Yes, it's about more than money when it comes to keeping Oliver happy. That man has so much more to offer, but he only gives it to those he trusts. If you fail, it'll hurt my image.”

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