I let go of Kat, back away into the water, and fall backward, going under for several seconds to wash off my own cum and cool the fuck down.
When I emerge, Kat sits on the steps, leaning back on her hands, her legs slightly apart, giving me a perfect view.
Fuck me.
She does that on purpose, shameless spy.
I swim to the edge of the pool, pull myself up on my arms, and get out of the water.
Dripping, I stand there smoothing my hair to give her a full view of what she is in for. The cool water tingles against my skin, and my cock is half-hard but growing as Kat watches me—he is like a compass that always points in her direction.
Holding her gaze, I walk past her.
“If you can handle more of me, I’ll be inside,” I say, challenging her, and walk naked back into the cool dim villa.
A taker, like me—she’ll come.
I smirk as I make myself a drink and pad naked to the bedroom.
The rules of not fucking those who work for me are off for now. I’m sure we’ll be done when we both get enough.
My phone rings on the bed where I left it, and I pick up the Surveillance Center call.
“Boss, you were asking earlier. The girl just left your villa through the back entrance,” the guy says.
The world spins for just a fraction of a second.
When?
I stab the end call button and take a large gulp of cognac, swallowing my bitterness.
So, she snuck out. She can’t handle me. Or won’t.
In these several seconds, my mood plunges down like the water drains out of a sink.
I smirk to myself, trying to kill bitterness with more bitterness.
Except it doesn’t work. I can’t get the image of her body out of my mind and take another gulp to kill the disappointment that simmers inside, my cock missing her already.
I want more of Kat, but she ran away.
There’s a pattern—she comes and goes.
That just means I have to push harder.
28
KAT
I am in trouble.
On a subconscious level, I think I knew it the moment I laid eyes on Archer’s photo in the file before I came to Zion.
It doesn’t help that he is my boss now.
Going through security guards’ files is hard enough. But it would be easier if I didn’t have an unsolicited picture of his perfect dick pop in my mind every other minute.
So, the pool. I got fucked. Hard. Deliciously. It was a one-off.