Page 36 of Divine Sense

“Touching myself as I thought about you fucking me like this is nothing compared to the real thing, but it did the job. Getting myself off at the thoughts of you will never be as good as you actually fucking me like you are now.”

Hearing that she’d touched herself while thinking about me was the final straw. My breath was coming out shorter and shorter and she unwound her legs, splaying them apart for me so I could fuck her harder. She brought her hands to my back and pulled me in and cried out my name as I finished hard inside ofher. Panting, I dropped down on top of her and tried to catch my breath. The orgasm she had just caused was the best I’d ever experienced.

After a few moments of catching our breaths, she pressed a kiss into my shoulder and started to drag her nails over the skin on my back, releasing a happy “hmph” as she did.

“What?” I asked, tucking my nose into her hair and breathing her in.

“Nothing, I just have a wondering.”This girl and her wonderings.

“And what’s your wondering?”

“I’m just wondering—ahhh,” she gasped as I started to pull out of her, sending a fresh wave of ecstasy through us both. She wiped her brow with the back of her hand and looked up at me. “I’m just wondering if we’re going to have to go back to the whole ‘you’re just a client’ thing again.”

“It would be the wise thing to do. I do work for your family and all,” I pointed out, reaching for the sheet that had been pushed to the side and pulled it across her. Laying next to her, I held her hand and ran my thumb across the back of it.

“I don’t think my parents would be very happy if they found out we were…whatever we are,” she offered apprehensively, studying me with soft eyes and I knew she was right. The Sinclairs would not be happy that the daughter they had prepped and primed to marry into a wealthy and elite Charleston family was slipping into bed with someone like me.

“No, I don’t think they would be very happy.”

“But…” She wrapped her bottom lip around her teeth before she rolled herself on top of me, pulling the sheet over the both of us now, straddling my hips. She brought her lips to my neck and cooed into my ear. “They don’t need to know about this, do they, Mr. Vesey?”

Without even thinking, my hands found the small of her back and worshiped the supple indents that sat right above her hips. She bore down into me, sending a shockwave of pleasure through my body and inhibiting my brain to make any logical decision. She was kissing my neck and each time she nipped at my skin, my thoughts became more and more muddled.This can’t go on. One and done, that’s it. You got it out of your system, it’s time to let it go. You can’t be with her and you know that. You’re playing with fire.

“No, Miss Sinclair,” I muttered, wrapping my hand around her neck and forcing her lips to mine. “I guess they don’t.”

The sound of her giggle was like the sound of the final nail in the coffin, putting to rest any ability I had to ever say no to her again.

24

MAGNOLIA

1 New Message: Jack

Where’s one place you’ve always wanted to travel but haven’t made it to yet?

Ipicked up my phone and smiled as I read the message. I’d just gotten home from my Wednesday morning Pilates and brunch date with Margaret and was about to take a shower.

It’d been two weeks since I’d seen him but not for lack of trying. While it seemed he was more than happy to start texting me first now—which was a welcome improvement to how things were prior to New Year’s Eve—he still turned me down any time I offered to meet up with him.

The morning after he took me places I’d never been before, he drove me home and walked me to my door. I tried to tell him I could walk myself but he responded by telling me to be quiet and stop arguing. Too bad for him because arguing was my specialty.Arguing was like a second language in my family and how we communicated best.

Honestly, there’s a lot of places I would like to go but haven’t been. My family has this weird thing about staying close to home.

I got that impression when you mentioned not telling your mom about that night when you could have been on an episode of Girls Gone Wild.

I raised my brow at the reference, shocked that such a tailored man like Kolbi would have experience with a show where drunk college girls flash their boobs to the camera for free drinks.

I’m sorry, did Mr. “I wear $500 suits” just imply that he knows and has seen Girls Gone Wild? Arguably the trashiest show on TV?

I grew up with three best friends. We saw stuff, found stuff on the internet. You know.

You can blame your friends all you want but I will never forget that you watched Girls Gone Wild.

Must you always be so difficult?

Yes because I think it turns you on

I smirked at my phone and waited for his response.

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