Page 98 of Resisting the Temptation
They don’t hug me goodbye, just confirm Ben and I will be at the funeral on Friday and dinner afterwards.
When we get back into Ben’s car, my eyes well with the tears I’ve been holding back all night.
“I’m so sorry they’re so awful.”
“Emma, I promise you have nothing to apologize for. I just don’t understand how two people so awful were able to produce you.”
I don’t know what to say, so I just shrug.
We don’t talk as we make our way back to the hotel. It’s a welcome change from the strained conversation at dinner.
I hate having dinner with my parents. They never talk, which I find odd. Why even ask me to come if you’re not going to talk to me?
But I know it’s all for show. They’re hoping they’ll run into a ward member or one of my dad’s coworkers and get to flaunt me around.
Even if they hate everything about me.
They hate my tattoos. They hate my nose piercing. They hate my decision to leave the church. They hate that I’m bisexual. They hate that I moved awayfrom Utah—away fromthem—and found happiness and haven’t asked them for anything.
Sometimes, I think they just hateme.
My tears have dried by the time we enter the hotel room, and even though it’s only seven o’clock, I’m exhausted.
“What would you like to do for the rest of the night?” Ben asks, leaning against the wall by the door.
“I think I’d just like to read and relax, if it’s okay?”
Ben smiles softly at me. “Of course it’s okay. Do you want to shower first?”
I nod and gather my clothes, heading into the bathroom to take a quick shower.
When I come out, Ben gathers his stuff and takes it to the bathroom.
I grab my Kindle and settle on my bed, opening it up to where I left off in the book I’m reading.
“Please,” Cami whimpers as I tease the fat head of my cock at her entrance. She’s so wet, I could slip inside with no resistance at all.
“Patience, Pet. You’ve been teasing me all day with this damn pencil skirt. How am I supposed to get anything done when all I want to do is bend you over my desk?”
I have her bent over said desk with her hands bound behind her back with the tie I’ve been wearing all day. I didn’t plan on fucking my assistant today, but when I heard her telling a coworker about a date she was going on tonight, I knew I had to make my move.
She needs to know she won’t be dating anyone else because she’smine.
I asked her to stay late to help me recover a file I “accidentally” deleted. I stayed put in my chair while she stoodin front of my computer, and I ogled the way that damn pencil skirt hugged her ass. I couldn’t resist running my hands up her strong thighs, slipping under the skirt to feel the soft skin beneath.
Her breath hitched, but she didn’t stop me as she continued clicking around for a file that never existed in the first place.
I stood from my chair and pressed my front against her back, running my hands up her sides.
“S-sir. This is wrong.”
“Is it?” I mumbled against the soft skin of her neck, inhaling the sweet, vanilla scent of her.
“Yes. You’re my superior. I could lose my job.”
“I’m the owner. I would never let that happen, Pet. Let me make you feel good. Please, Cami.”
After a half-hearted argument, she let me taste her decadent pussy.
