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  When she saw me looking, she smiled sweetly at me. “Oh, is what I’m wearing all right?” she asked in a syrupy voice. “I guess it doesn’t matter because you can’t write me up when we aren’t at work.”

  She was being cheeky, a little bratty, even. It made me want to take her to the bedroom and spank her. I knew I couldn’t respond to it, though. I couldn’t let her know how much she was getting to me. Besides, I had no idea what to say to that.

  Instead, I ignored her comment and ran her through what I had planned for Tommy for dinner. I showed her the movies we were going to watch and pointed to the plastic packet with microwave popcorn and chocolate I had gotten from the store the day before.

  “Looks like we’re having a movie night tonight,” Danielle said to Tommy.

  “Yeah, looks like it,” Tommy said bitterly.

  Danielle shot me a look, and I shrugged, not knowing how to defend myself when I knew I was wrong. I left Tommy and Danielle to start the night while I grabbed the last couple of things from the bedroom. When I returned, Tommy and Danielle were playing a board game she had brought with her.

  “I’m off,” I said. “I don’t know what time I’ll be back.”

  “That’s fine. I know how to reach you if I need you.” Danielle looked at Tommy, who usually gave me a hug before I left.

  “Bye Dad,” Tommy said without getting up. I realized I was being punished. I didn’t have time to fight about this. So, I left the house feeling unwanted.

  The meeting went well. Chen and his team were happy with what I had to show them, and after we wrapped up business, we drank together, joking and laughing and talking about nothing in particular. Even Jonathan, who was often uptight around his foreign clients, relaxed. I had a couple of drinks too many, and by the time it was time to leave, my head was spinning, and I couldn’t feel my legs. I couldn’t quite remember how I had gotten home, but the next thing I knew, I stood in front of my front door, fiddling to find the right key.

  When I managed to let myself in, I found Danielle on the couch again, lying on her stomach, tank top riding up, her body on display. Fuck, she was so hot, and I had no defenses tonight. I wanted her immediately, and I couldn’t find a reason not to have her.

  Danielle glanced up at me and smiled. I shrugged out of my blazer, folding it over the back of the armchair, and walked toward her. I sat down next to her on the couch. Danielle remained lying down, but she turned onto her back so she could look at me.

  Her body was enticing, inviting. I knew it was a bad idea. Somewhere in the back of my mind, a little voice screamed at me to stop, but that little voice was drowning in alcohol. I reached for Danielle, and she didn’t move away.

  It started innocently enough with my hand on her arm, and then her shoulder. But I wanted more, and her eyes told me she wanted more, too. I ran my hand down her chest and onto her breast, touching her. A hunger grew in her eyes, and I knew she enjoyed it. I touched her everywhere, rubbing my hands over her whole body, touching every inch of her which I hadn’t allowed myself to even think about for the past week.

  The alcohol in my system had lowered my inhibitions, and I was hornier than I had ever been before. I didn’t want to stop.

  “What are you doing?” Danielle asked, but it didn’t sound accusatory. Her voice was sultry, and the question was almost a come on.

  “Something I’ve been dying to do all week,” I said.

  Danielle parted her lips, and I put my hand on her cheek, tracing her bottom lip with my thumb. Her lips were perfect. I had never studied them before, the way I studied them now. She always had a slight pout, not too much, just enough to make her adorable. And her lips were full and utterly kissable. It couldn’t hurt to have a taste, could it?

  Chapter Eighteen

  Danielle

  He was drunk, but I didn’t care. The last time this had happened, he had been drunk too, and it had worked out beautifully for me. On the night, at least. The space in between had been questionable, but with Rodney on the couch with me, his hands roaming my body, none of that mattered now. All that mattered was the way he made me feel, and he made me feel like I wanted him to take me in every way he wanted.

  “I want you so badly, Danielle,” Rodney said. He stumbled over his words a little, just short of slurring, and it was adorable that in his drunken state, I was what he wanted. It was a sign, I thought. When people drank, the truth came out. The face they put on for the rest of the world slipped away, and everyone could see what was underneath.

  Tonight, I was getting a glimpse of the real Rodney, the person he could be when no one was looking, when my dad and my age and my job weren’t something to worry about.

  Rodney kissed me. He mashed his lips against mine without ceremony, his tongue in my mouth, and I melted. Rodney’s hands slid over my body, squeezing my breasts, running his hands over my hips, and grabbing my ass. Desire washed over me, and every nerve ending came alive. I was so turned on, so ready for him to take me. I had come here tonight hoping we could change what had been said and done, and it was happening.

  “You’re such a naughty girl,” Rodney said in between kisses. “No matter what I do, I can’t stop myself from wanting to fuck you.”

  “That sounds like you being naughty, not me,” I joked.

  Rodney shook his head. Both his hands were on my cheeks. “I blame you. If you weren’t so fucking sexy, this would be a lot easier for me.”

  I kissed him again. Rodney’s hands slid into my hair, and he pulled it together into a ponytail. He broke the kiss again and hooked my stray hairs behind my ears. It was a romantic gesture in the middle of how sexual we were getting.

  “It’s not just your body that drives me crazy, either,” Rodney said. “And that’s what’s gotten me in trouble.”

  I couldn’t read the expression on his face. There was desire, yes, but there was something else, too.

  “It’s your personality. Your beauty. God, everything about you. I’m fighting this every day, but I can’t help falling for you.”

  My stomach did a little flip, and I blinked at Rodney, trying to gauge how much he meant what he was saying. He was drunk, even drunker than he had been last time. It was in the heat of the moment, too. I was shocked to hear the words leave his mouth, but I pushed it away. This was something I didn’t want to worry about now. Rodney’s hands were already roaming again, and it made it harder for me to concentrate.

  Rodney kissed me along my jaw, working his way down my neck. I shivered, getting goosebumps all over. Rodney’s hands were on my breasts, massaging me. My nipples were hard against the material of my bra, and when Rodney pulled down the tank top I’d put on, taking the cup with it and exposing my breast, I sighed.

  He sucked my nipple into his mouth, licking me and scraping his teeth against the hard nub until I squirmed. It was like my nipple was a direct line to my pussy. The more attention he gave it, the wetter I became.

  When he had spent a lot of time on one nipple, he moved to the other. He did the same thing he did before, but I was getting hornier and more impatient.

  I was the one to stop Rodney and get up. I took his hand and led him to his bedroom where we could focus on each other without worrying about Tommy waking up and walking in on us doing something indecent on the couch.

  Rodney closed the bedroom door behind him, and he was on me a second later. He pushed me toward the bed until I fell backward onto it, and he clambered on top of me, pinning me with his body. He ground his dick against me. I opened my legs, even though we were both clothed, and he bucked his hips against mine, mimicking sex. Rodney pinned my arms above my head, and being completely helpless beneath him was a dream come true. I wanted this. I wanted him to take what he wanted.

  After a while of kissing and grinding, Rodney moved his way down my body again. He pulled my tank top over my head with my help. and I unclasped my bra for him when he fumbled with the hooks.

  “God, I’ve been wanting to see you like this,” Rodney said
when I lay topless before him. His stared at my breasts as if he hadn’t seen breasts before. He touched them again, pinching the nipples and tugging at them. I moaned.

  Rodney leaned forward again so that his lips were only an inch from mine.

  “Do you know what I really want?” he asked in a whisper, and I felt his breath on my lips. I shook my head. “I want to feel your lips around my cock.”

  I shivered. He was so hot when he was this straightforward. Rodney climbed off me and rolled over. He helped me get rid of his pants. When I pulled down his boxers, his cock stood erect, thick and long and delicious. I wrapped my fingers around the base, and Rodney took a sharp intake of breath.

  I followed with my mouth, closing my lips over his head, and he groaned, his stomach tightening. Rodney fumbled with his buttons, undoing them and opening his shirt so I could see his torso, as if he knew it was what I’d wanted.

  I reached one hand up to his stomach, his body firm, and I felt his stomach muscles tighten beneath my palm. I traced the triangle of hair beneath his navel while I bobbed my head up and down, fucking him with my mouth. I closed my eyes and focused on the feel of him sliding into my mouth, stretching my lip around the width of him. Sucking Rodney off was delicious. I got more and more turned on. Giving him pleasure gave me pleasure.

  Rodney reached for my hair, running his hands through it, but he didn’t grab onto me and guide me. I was doing a perfect job on my own. I cupped his balls and massaged them while I changed the pace on his dick, bobbing faster or sucking slower and pushing him deeper into my mouth.

  “God, Danielle, I’m going to lose my load if you keep it up,” he said in a hoarse voice. I stopped and smiled. When Rodney drank, he was more straightforward than usual. I liked him better when he was open like this. Unguarded.

  Rodney lifted his head and glanced at me. I kissed the tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around the head.

  “I could just lie here and watch you all the time,” he said. “Do you have any idea how hot you are?”

  I assumed it was a rhetorical question. I sat up and wiggled on the bed to get out of my jeans. When they joined Rodney’s pants on the floor, along with my panties, I stood up next to the bed and let Rodney look at me. He took in my naked body, then my breasts, then the apex of my thighs. I turned so he could see my ass as well, wanting him to see every inch of me.

  Rodney climbed off the bed and walked toward me, wrapping his arms around me from behind. He pressed his thick cock against my ass cheeks, and he cupped my breast with his hands, playing with my nipples. He nibbled the skin of my neck, and his lips worked their way down from my earlobe to my collarbone. I shivered.

  Rodney turned me so I was facing the bed. With one hand on my hip and another on my back, he gently bent me over. I arched my back, pushing my ass toward him. Rodney made a low, growling sound at the back of his throat, and I felt his fingers at my entrance.

  “God, you’re wet,” he said.

  “It’s all for you,” I said. “Because of you.”

  Rodney pushed his fingers into me, and I cried out. The sensation was unexpected when I’d thought he was going to fuck me, but it felt amazing. I moaned as he slid his fingers down my slit to my clit and rubbed it in circles until I bucked my hips against him.

  He removed his fingers, and a moment later, I felt his thick flesh against my entrance. I held my breath in anticipation and sighed when he pushed into me. His cock was so big. He pushed into me slowly, splitting me open, and I gasped and shuddered as he did. When he was buried deep inside me, he gave me a moment to adjust to his size before he started moving.

  I used the time to catch my breath, which he’d taken away from me when he bent me over.

  Rodney pulled out of me, and I gasped as he slammed back inside me. His hands were on my hips, gently resting. I braced myself on the bed as Rodney started fucking me harder and harder. He stroked in and out of me, and my breasts swung back and forth with every thrust. It was the first time we were both completely naked, and it was amazing and beautiful, the way I had always wanted it to be.

  I didn’t have a lot of time to think about it. Rodney kicked into another gear, and my mind blanked out. The only thing I could focus on was my body and his and the way we came together.

  “Play with yourself, baby,” Rodney said in a gruff voice.

  I didn’t hesitate before doing what he asked. I reached between my legs. My pussy was wet with our sex, stretched by his cock ramming in and out of me. I rubbed my fingers over my clit in small circles. It was hard to concentrate on the different sensations: Rodney’s dick sliding in and out of me, the friction he built inside me, and my fingers on my clit, rubbing in crazed circles.

  Slowly, because of the divided attention, I came closer and closer to the edge. The way his cock felt inside me with every thrust intensified every little circle I made. My legs grew numb, and a fire grew in my belly that slowly spread through my body until I was made entirely of light.

  It shattered a moment later, and I orgasmed, collapsing with my torso on the bed, unable to hold myself up. Rodney’s hands on my hips held me in place for him to keep fucking me, and I shivered and cried out as pleasure racked my body.

  Rodney pulled out of me almost before I stopped orgasming. He crawled onto the bed and lay down on his back. His cock stuck up into the air, slick and glistening with our sex. I knew what he wanted. He didn’t have to ask. I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and lowering myself onto his cock.

  When I sat down, he sank deeper inside of me than before, when he was doing the work. I moaned at the intense feeling. I raked my hair out of my face. I was sweating, my hair clammy against my scalp. Rodney’s skin was slick with sweat as well, and we were both breathing hard.

  I started rocking my hips back and forth, riding Rodney. His eyes were on my breasts as they jiggled while I fucked him. My knees chafed on the bedspread, and my skin stuck to Rodney’s thighs and hips, but I didn’t care. The look on Rodney’s face told me he was close to orgasm, and I wanted to be the one to push him over the edge. I wanted to fuck him until he came inside of me.

  I rocked harder and faster, finding a rhythm that brought me closer and closer to the edge as well. Since Rodney and I had started fucking, I had been introduced to multiple orgasms. I didn’t know how I had been satisfied without it before. I loved having more than one now.

  Rodney was the first to lose control, grabbing onto my hips and forcing me down on his cock. He pumped into me, his cock jerking and spasming. His orgasm trigged my own, and I cried out as my pussy clamped down on Rodney’s cock and contracted in the same rhythm, milking him. We groaned and moaned and orgasmed together. The connection between us was so strong it was overwhelming. I doubled over, my breasts against his chest as we came together.

  We lay together in the aftermath, breathing hard. Slowly, we started calming down. I lay on Rodney’s chest, my legs on either side of him, his cock still in my body, but he had gone soft, and I knew if I moved, he would slip out. I didn’t want to move. Something between us felt different tonight, and I didn’t want to break the spell.

  After some time, Rodney’s dick was completely limp, and he slipped out of me. I climbed off him and laid down next to him. He pulled me closer to him, his body curling around mine like a question mark.

  I had to go home, I thought. But it felt so safe and warm in Rodney’s arms, so right. I closed my eyes, thinking I would get up in a few minutes and get dressed, thinking I wanted to bask in the afterglow for just a while longer.

  And then I fell asleep.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Rodney

  The shrill ringing of my phone woke me, and I swam up out of unconsciousness, trying to figure out where I was and what day it was. A dull ache between my temples reminded me it was the morning after I’d been drinking.

  When I opened my eyes, my arm was draped over Danielle, who lay pressed tightly against me. Shit. How had this happened?

  I reached for
my phone on the nightstand, nearly knocking it to the floor before I managed to grab it. My other arm was trapped beneath Danielle’s head, and my body was tangled in the sheets.

  I pressed talk before checking the screen for a name. “Yeah?” I asked in a hoarse voice.

  “Did I wake you?” Mark asked, and I froze, suddenly very awake. Danielle was naked in my bed, and I was talking to her father.

  “Yeah, what time is it?” I asked.

  Tommy hadn’t come to wake me, thank god. The room was too bright. It was way past dawn. It was unusual for Tommy not to fetch me, and that made me wonder what he was up to, but I was relieved he hadn’t seen Danielle naked in my bed. With a little luck, he was still sleeping. It was doubtful, but a man in a pickle could do nothing but hope.

  “It’s seven,” Mark said. “I’m looking for Danielle.” My stomach turned. “She never came home after babysitting for you last night. Do you know where she is?”

  The poor man was in a state because his daughter was missing, and I had her in my bed, naked, her hair splayed over my pillow, the feel of her still on my cock.

  Shit, shit, shit.

  “Um, yeah,” I said, thinking fast. “My meeting with Lu Chen last night ended late. When I got home, she was already asleep in the spare room, and I didn’t want to wake her.”

  Mark exhaled in relief, as if he’d been holding his breath. “She usually lets me know,” he said, but he sounded less panicked than a second ago. “I thought she might have gone to Lisa’s, but I usually get a text from her when that happens.”

  I felt guilty as hell. The repercussions of our night together had already started. “I would have let you know if I knew she didn’t message you,” I said.