Itake one final taste of her perfectly pink pussy as I watch her smile up at my ceiling. When I pull my fingers out of her, the evidence of her orgasm is all over me.
My dick is hard as fuck.
I’ve never enjoyed watching every millisecond while pleasuring a woman so much. The awareness of that hits me in the chest, making it hard for me to take my next breath.
I can’t let this happen again. It’s too dangerous. She’s too dangerous.
I stand up. My dick is so hard that it’s impossible to hide. She pulls herself up to lean back on her hands, hair wild, body still exposed to me. More beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen.
She looks down at the evidence of my reaction to her and bites down on her lip, clearly interested in what she sees.
But I can’t go there. If I let her touch me, I’ll never want her to stop.
Needing one last kiss before I shut this down, I place my hands on the table and lean down until my lips gently meet hers. She matches my kiss, tender and purposefully.
I pull away and force myself to meet her eyes. “You should go before we do something stupid and take this further.”
She can’t hide the shock on her face, and I feel like a dick. But it needs to be done.
“Oh, yeah. Of course.” She looks down at herself, then scoots quickly off of my table, grabbing her shorts and putting them back on. “I’ll … see you tomorrow at the hotel.”
I nod my head, wondering if I’m handling this all wrong. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She offers a small smile, then disappears out of sight, leaving me confused and turned on, all at the same time.
I wish I could say I regretted what we had done because that would make it so much easier, but there’s no way I could regret finally getting a chance to feel her lips on mine.
To be the first man to ever get her off is a badge I will wear proudly.
But I have to put what happened aside. It was a one-time thing to show her that she can come for a man. That’s the only reason I did it. Something deep in my gut is telling me I’m lying to myself.
Either way, tomorrow, we start demo on the lobby of our hotel. It’s going to get crazy, and I can’t afford to lose my designer because I can’t keep my hands to myself.
To say I didn’t sleep well last night is an understatement. I tossed and turned all night, desperate for a release that I refused to give myself because I knew I wouldn’t be able to not think about Eva.
I need to put what happened behind me and focus on the renovations. Once this one is underway and we feel confident in how it’s going, we will be moving on to our Paris hotel.
When I told Eva Paris was next, she couldn’t contain the smile that lit up her face. The pride I felt, knowing I was able to give this opportunity to her, was like a warning sign that I was already in too deep.
I walk into the main lobby of the hotel to see the temporary partition walls up, so construction is ready to start. Just outside of the door, along the wall, stands Eva, who is currently talking to Drew.
She throws her head back and laughs at something he said, then touches his forearm. It seems she is already over what happened between us last night and moving on to someone else.
My jaw clenches tightly while my hands squeeze into fists at my sides. I have no claim on her, and yet I feel like she’s being disloyal to me. It makes no sense.
I take long strides toward the two of them, powerless to control the heat burning inside of me.
“Morning,” I interrupt in a deep voice.
Drew turns around and smiles. “Morning, boss.”
Eva keeps her eyes focused on the ground as she replies, “Morning.”
“Glad to see everyone’s enjoying themselves bright and early,” I say with a forced smile.
I position myself next to Eva, standing slightly in front of her, as if I can somehow shield her from the effects of Drew.
Drew smiles brightly, oblivious to what’s currently taking place in front of him.