Thinking of her…
When I’ve had enough of her lips, I turn my head to the side and push her down. She goes willingly, drops to her knees, and the hand that was massaging my cock keeps on doing so. Her tongue darts out, and she licks the tip before her mouth covers me, and she starts sucking. I grip her hair hard and help by fucking her mouth.
My eyes close for just a second, and when I reopen them, the door to the bathroom is slightly ajar, and standing there is Jacinta.
Her mouth completely open in shock, and disgust is written all over her face. I don’t miss the cold eyes, nor do I mistake the wrinkling of her nose. Perhaps disgust was an understatement. It’s more like abhorrence, even revulsion.
But why isn’t she moving?
I bite my lip and grip the girl’s hair harder, pushing in as deep as I can go as she makes a gagging sound.
Jacinta continues to watch.
“I can always take you next. She’s just warming me up,” I say, and her eyes snap up to mine, and her lips press into a thin line before she sneers at me with disdain.
“You are truly disgusting. And girl …” Jacinta looks down on the woman who’s wiping her mouth, “… think better of yourself before going into someone’s private bathroom and sucking cock.” Jacinta turns and stomps away. The girl on the floor, Tamara, I think her name is, stands and pulls herself into me.
“Get dressed.” I push her away and tuck my cock back into my pants and rush out of the bathroom. When I turn the corner, I find Jacinta standing in the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the refrigerator.
“You got some real attitude,” I say.
Jacinta faces me, then gives me an eye roll that I’m sure her eyes will be lost in the back of her head before she turns and walks toward the door.
“Offer still stands.”
She pauses at my words then turns back to look at me. She strides over and pushes her water bottle into my chest. “Sober up! You’re embarrassing yourself.”
I reach out for Jacinta, not giving her the opportunity to pull back from me, then lean right into her ear, and for some reason, instead of speaking, I breathe her in. Since when does she smell this good?
“You enjoyed it. Every damn minute of it.”
Jacinta gasps and pulls back. I expect her to slap me, but her hands are clenched at her sides. She simply shakes her head and walks away, leaving me standing there.
When Tamara finally comes out, she gives me the filthiest look before she heads toward the door.
Yeah, whatever!
Good riddance.
Chapter 8
Jacinta
I don’t look forward to going in to work the following Monday. Not at all. And to think most of my weekend was filled with images of the faces he pulled as that woman sucked his cock.
It was pure pleasure.
Why was I thinking anything about what he did?
I don’t like the man.
Yes, he’s good-looking, but I do not like him.
Not in the least.
Arriving at work at the usual time, I walk straight into Rylee’s office and shut the door.
She looks up, and I glance down to her hand, the one that bears the ring. “Congratulations again.”
She smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Is this weird for you?” she asks in a soft, well-mannered voice.
“No, it’s not. I mean … I knew it was inevitable. We were just living, not really breathing. I want to breathe,” I tell her, hoping she understands my answer. “I actually came in so I could speak to you about something work-related, if that’s okay?”
She shuts her laptop and turns to me to give me her full attention. “What can I help you with?”
I look down to my feet and then glance back at her. “I want to transfer.”
Rylee’s mouth forms a perfect O. She looks at me a little shocked, then nods her head. “Was the pay not high enough? I know being Beckham’s assistant is hard, but that’s why he pays so well, knowing what an ass he is.”
No, the pay would never be an issue. It’s double what I was earning before working for him. Actually, it’s so good, I’ve been saving half of it every pay, so I can have savings.
Savings.
I’ve never had that before.
But my well-being has to come first.
“No, I just don’t think it’s working out,” I reply, my hands coming together to meet in some sort of attempt to calm myself down.
“Has he done something to upset you?” Rylee asks. “Because if he has, I can kick his ass.”
“It’s just not going to work,” I relay again. I do not need to tell his sister about what I saw.
“Okay, well, it won’t happen right away. We will need to find a replacement for you, then you will have to train her, and we will have to move you back to your old position if it's not already filled,” she says.