Mr. Big Jerk: A Forbidden Second Chance Romance (Kinda Cocky Series Book 3), стр. 25

I lost myself in the pounding and the tickling and the growling and the kissing. I lost myself in the way his fingertip worked my clit with effortless perfection. I lost myself in the way his cock felt sliding against every single part of my pussy at once. I lost myself in his smell, and his sweat, and the way his cologne invaded my nose.

I never wanted the moment to end until I felt my walls squeezing his dick.

“That’s it. Milk me, princess. Give Daddy what he wants.”

My eyes whipped open at his words as my body jumped, my tits bouncing against my body. Did he just say what I thought he just said?

Thank you, Jesus.

“Oh, Daddy,” I moaned.

He growled. “There it is, princess.”

“Daddy, please. Don’t stop. You feel so good. Oh, fuck!”

“Come on Daddy’s cock. Be a good girl for me, and I might just reward you.”

I rocked quickly against him. “I’m so close. So close. Daddy, please. Let me come, please! Oh, fuck!”

He thrust hard against me. “There. It. Is.”

I unraveled against him, choking on his name as my nails clawed at his suit. His body fell against mine, pressing me firmly to the wall, and his hands landed beside either side of my head. My eyes rolled back. Stars burst and faded behind my eyelids as my orgasm crashed over me. With every jump of his cock, I felt spurts of arousal coating my insides. He was marking me in all the ways I wished he would have done last weekend.

“Such a good girl for me,” he whispered against my ear.

Then, he pulled out his cock, before he set me down and dropped to his knees.

Clint

I sucked air through my teeth as I clasped my hands in front of me. And every time I sucked air through them, I tasted Roxy another time. Her scent lingered against my lips. Her sounds echoed against my ears. Every time I drew in a deep breath, the mixture of her perfume and her wanton lust invaded my lungs, reminding me of the debauchery, we imprinted within the confines of that safe.

But, I couldn’t look down at her.

Part of me felt mortified as she stood there with her rigid back. I saw her from the corner of my eye just standing there. Like a statue. As if she had just seen a ghost. I finally mustered up the urge to peer down at her as the elevator in my office building slowly began to rise. I held my hands tightly in front of me as I looked down at the top of her head. I wanted to say something. I needed to say something. But, what the hell was I supposed to say anyway?

Part of me wanted to tell her that I wasn’t sorry. I wasn’t sorry for what we shared, and I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat. Part of me wanted to drag her into my office before coating my space with her scent just so she wouldn't leave me. But, my sensibilities prevented me from opening my mouth.

My sensibilities also kept telling me that what we shared was a mistake.

You don’t need to be messing around with your damn employee.

Your direct employee now, thanks to that promotion.

You just couldn't keep your hands to yourself, could you?

She’s going to file something against you. She’s going to ruin you.

Just like your ex did.

The voice in my head-mounted as the elevator doors dinged. I whipped my eyes forward, not wanting Roxy to catch me staring at her. My attention was still locked on her, though. From the corner of my eye, I saw her head tilt upward. I felt her gaze against my face, and I desperately wanted to look down at her. To meet her, eye for an eye, for the first time since we left the safe.

“I’ll head to H.R. once I gather my things from my desk,” Roxy said softly.

I looked down at her to respond, but she stepped away from me before I mustered up the courage to open my mouth. I watched as she made her way out of the elevator, not pausing to look back at me, or glance over her shoulder, or give me any sort of indication that she cared for me to respond. I groaned as the elevator doors closed on her. It parted us once more before the elevator carried me up to the top floor.

“You’re a pussy, jackhole,” I murmured to myself.

And the voice in my head didn’t do anything to fight my statement.

I raked my hands through my hair and paced the small encasement. I walked myself in circles, trying to work some of this nervous energy out of my system. I screwed it up. Again. How the hell did I always screw things up with women? Was I forever destined to be alone and fuck my way through every town I lived in before I became old news?

It wasn’t what I wanted for my life.

But, I didn’t know how to go out and get what I wanted.

You’re an idiot, Clint.

The doors opened on my floor, and I strode down the hallway. I couldn't get to the privacy of my office quickly enough, and when I closed the door behind me, I heaved a heavy sigh. I leaned my shoulder against the door and flipped the lock. I didn’t need anyone bothering me right now. Not until I could get my life back in order.

Part of me debated on calling Zane. Or Brenden. Or even Mom.

But, I also knew I couldn't be honest with them.

They’d see me as unprofessional, and I didn’t want my brothers regretting the decision they made to hire me on. After all, I had this business because of their generosity. And I didn’t want to seem as if I were spitting in the face of that. I felt anger bubbling inside me. I felt out of control as if this entire thing with Roxy had slipped from my court and into