Page 29 of Complete Me
I never look at clients as anything more than just hunks of flesh to be used as a canvas, especially not ones who are almost ten years younger than me and the baby sister of my best friend. There’s just something so different about her that I can’t explain.
Kinsey is something else entirely. Ever since she moved in upstairs and started to hang out more and more with me, I’ve started to lose sight of how I viewed her before. Instead of being Sawyer’s little sister, she’s just Kinsey. And right now, she’s this sweet, sexy little thing, lying on my table in nothing but a thin pair of panties, her skirt hiked up around her waist while my gloved hands touch her skin. Which has got me all sorts of fucked up.
I can’t stop wondering what it would feel like to be skin to skin, how she’d feel wrapped up in my arms. I notice her quickinhales of breath, the way her eyes flutter closed, how her nipples are hard peaks, and how she’s pressing her thighs firmly together. I wonder how she would react if I traced her hip with my tongue or pulled her thin panties aside and licked up her juices.
Fuck. I want her. And I know I shouldn’t. She’s Sawyer’s sister for fuck’s sake. And right now, my client. This isn’t a line I can cross. But fuck. She’s so goddamn beautiful, so innocent and sweet. She makes me feel like I’m a good man. That I’m not shrouded in darkness.
“You doin’ okay, little fighter?”
“Yes. I—” She cuts herself off, biting her bottom lip, and I wonder if the pain is too much, but she wants to be strong. I pull back and look at her, taking in her flushed face and heavy eyelids. Jesus. She almost looks turned on. But that can’t be right.
“You what?”
“I like it.”
Fuck me.
I’m going to hell. Right after Sawyer kills me, slowly and painfully. He forgave me once for coming onto Ivy when I first met her and had zero idea who the hell she was; he’ll never forgive me for where my head keeps drifting to about his sister. A fantasy I jerked off twice to last night. Images I keep conjuring up right now, so vivid, so fuckin’ real, that I almost need it to be so.
“Sweetheart, I can tell how turned on you are. You have two choices. I can clean you up and you can head into my office to use your fingers to get yourself off, or I can follow you and do it for you.”
“Wh-what?”
“You heard me.” I spray her down with green soap, wipe her clean with a clean paper towel, and cover her with ointment. “What’s it going to be?”
“You’re serious right now, Reid?”
“Guess I’m making the decision for you then.”
I grab her hand and pull her off my table.
“I’m giving you a two-minute head start while I clean up my station real quick. Go in and lock the door. I’ll knock twice, and you’re going to let me in. I expect your panties to be off. Understand?”
Kinsey looks at me, her beautiful eyes full of uncertainty, but I also see hunger. She nods her head yes, like I knew she would. I pull off my gloves, tossing them in the trash can before gently pinching her chin between my thumb and forefinger, tilting her head up to look at me.
“I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes. I understand.”
“Good girl,” I whisper.
Kinsey walks toward my office as I quickly clean up my station and wash my hands before heading after the girl of my goddamn dreams. I reach my office door and promptly give it two light knocks in quick succession.
A doe-eyed Kinsey opens it enough for me to slip through. I flick the lock and turn to face her. Every time I see this woman, she takes my breath away.
“Let’s see if you listened, sweetheart.”
I take two steps in her direction before I’ve caged her against the wall. She’s tiny, just slightly over five feet compared to my six foot four. I bend my knees to be more at her level, rest one of my hands above her head, and slide my other up her thigh painfully slow. I watch as her breathing hitches, her eyes dilate, and her lips slightly separate in anticipation. My hand slides further under her skirt, rubbing lightly over her soft flesh until Ireach the apex of her thighs. I’m met with skin. Soft, wet, slick skin.
She listened.
Fuck.
And she’s so goddamn wet.
“Such a good girl,” I praise. “Do you want this, Kins? I need you to be sure.”
She nods and then immediately follows it with a hushed, “Yes. I want this. I want you.”
