SondraCorey and I ride into work together the following week. I love when we work the same shift, but she hates it, because it means she’s working days, and she makes more money at night.It’s the first chance I’ve had to fill her in on the latest with Tacone, which is nothing.“So you haven’t seen him since the day he kissed you?”“Nope. The next day I went in and there was a fifty on the table. I left it. The day after that, he left a hundred-dollar bill with my name on it.”“You took it, of course.”I didn’t want to. I was afraid it would mean something. Like if I accept his money, I’ll owe him something later. Except I really can use the money. I need at least two thousand for a deposit and first month’s rent. And another three thousand to buy a car that runs.“Yeah. And then he left another one a couple days later.” I dig them out of my purse and hand it to her. “Here.”She shoves my hand away. “What’s that for?”“To go toward my share of the rent.”She rolls her eyes. “Save it.
SondraI take the elevator up to the top floor. Something makes me try Tacone’s room first—some sixth sense he’ll be there this time. I knock on the door, but hear nothing. So much for intuition.I key myself in and get to work.It’s empty, as it’s been the past week. A crisp fifty dollar bill lays on the table with a note and my name. At this rate, I’ll earn enough to move out of Corey’s by the end of the month.Which, considering what she told me about Dean’s interest in a threesome, is even more necessary.I leave the bill on the table until I finish. It’s for a job well-done and I’ll make damn sure I do my best before I take the money. I clean the bathrooms and bedroom and head into the study. I end up in the office last. Because Marissa was paranoid about it, I stay way the hell away from the desk, dusting the book cases, emptying the trash and vacuuming. Noticing a spider web in the upper corner of the window, I grab the broom to swipe it. And that’s when the other end of the br
NicoI sit down at my desk and try not to watch the very turned on, angry woman strutting through my suite.It seems I’m destined to be inappropriate with Sondra Simonson. Keeping my hands off her is an impossibility. I tried to stay away—Madonna, I did. But here she is, surrendering to me again with that same scared-but-turned on vibe that drives me crazy.I never paid much attention to my thing for dominating women.Oh, I like to be in charge—no doubt about that. But that just means I call the shots. It’s why I normally use professionals who do as I say without question. But none of them ever tremble and gasp like Sondra. None of them have had a genuine response to me. None of them flash that fury she just did for not following through.If she only knew I’m trying to do a kindness by releasing her. I shouldn’t have spanked her in the first place.But that ass!That juicy, spankable ass.And the adorable little sounds she made when I smacked it.I give my cock a hard squeeze through
SondraNico stares at me like a starved animal, appearing almost pained with desire. He eases his fingers from me and rubs circles on my inner thighs with his thumbs. I’m boneless with the pleasure of my orgasm. Even without intercourse, I have to say it was the best climax I’ve ever had. Everything about the encounter made it hot, starting with the lead up of Nico strip searching me the day we met, then spanking me, then this. Combine that with Nico’s considerable skill and genuine interest in my pleasure, and I’m doubting this sexual experience will ever be beat.And considering he hasn’t been satisfied yet, I don’t think it’s over.How much better will it get?“Th-thank you,” I say when my voice returns to me. My throat’s sore from crying out, which isn’t something I normally do.Nico’s smile seems almost sad. “You’re so fucking sweet.” His hands roam up to my breasts. He lowers the zipper of my dress and pulls my boobs out of the bra cups. He pinches both my nipples at the same ti
NicoI’m itchy and ready to put my fist through the wall for the first thirty minutes after she leaves.I hurt her. It was there, all over her face. I fucking tried to do the right thing, but she didn’t see it that way.And somehow hurting her is less conscionable than anything else. But the real question is—why was she hurt? Because I offered the money? Did I make her feel like a whore? I tried to be clear it wasn’t because she let me into her panties. Or was it something else? Rejection?Fuck, she doesn’t deserve that.And then the need to fix it takes over, way stronger than my desire to do the right thing for her. Or maybe I’m just a greedy bastard who’s pretending he gives a fuck about anybody but himself.I can’t stay away from Sondra Simonson.I pick up my phone and call security. “I need the location on an employee.” All of our employee name tags have tracking devices and the information on where they are in the casino is easy to pull up. It’s also recorded so we know where ev
NicoI had some romantic notion about treating Sondra like a lady and taking her on a date. That idea died a quick death when I saw the flare of fear in her eyes and the marks on her arms.Fucking bastard. I seriously want to kill the motherfucker for handling my girl.Yeah, I may have been trying to pretend I hadn’t already claimed Sondra Simonson, but I have.It’s too late for her.The devil takes what the devil wants. And I want her.I have the power of dark fury still running through my veins, which makes me feel invincible, but I try to rein it back.Sondra’s terrified. As scared as she was the day I met her. Fuck. Was it because of me? What I did back there? I have to remember she’s not used to seeing guys get their noses broken.I throw her suitcase in the trunk of the Lamborghini and open the passenger door for her. After I get in the driver side and start the car, I have to ask, “Sondra, he didn’t—”“No.” She shakes her head. And then, to my utter demolishment, she bursts int
NicoBecause I’m way too obsessed, the next day I check to see if Sondra quit or checked out. She didn’t, but she did call in sick.I search the casino video feeds until I eventually spot her lying out by the pool.I smile. Good for her.But then I wish I hadn’t found her, because the urge to go out on the pool deck and rip that string bikini off her body and lick every place the sun hasn’t touched overwhelms me. And that’s closely followed by a blast of white hot jealousy. Because every fucking guy on the pool deck is seeing the same thing I am.And something about a scantily clad Sondra Simonson is way more risqué than the showgirls and cocktail waitresses who parade around my club with more of their asses and tits showing.I do the only thing reasonable—get the hell away from the security feeds and out on the floor, terrorizing my employees.I see Corey on the floor and her eyes meet mine, bold and confrontational.Yes, I handed your boyfriend his ass and told him to get out of you
He withdraws and slams into me, taking my breath away with the force of it. It’s too rough, too hard, but I wouldn’t complain if it killed me. It feels so right. So good. He fucks me hard, his loins slapping against my ass like a second spanking, his cock drilling deep inside my sopping channel.“Please.” Now that I know what he wants, what makes him crazy, I’m going to keep saying it.He curses again and grips my upper arms, arching my upper back as he pounds into me.I whimper but I spread my legs wider, work to relax my muscles to better receive the full force of his thrusts. My mind is lost. I haven’t even come yet, but I’m rocketing into outer space. No, somewhere better than outer space. The place of no thought. Only pleasure. Only ripe, juicy, satisfying, pounding pleasure.“Yes, Nico, please,” I whine.“Stop begging, baby.” His voice is rough. “Stop begging or I won’t last another—fuuuuuuuck.” He buries himself deep and bucks his hips against my ass, coming.Somehow, he still