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Mark threw some bills on the bar and stalked away as Luke stared in shock. What the hell was going on?
CHAPTER 4
“You have a beautiful home, Mr. Dawson.”
“Thank you, Jane.” Luke handed her a glass of wine, and she sipped at it before smoothing her skirt nervously.
“Thank you for giving me a place to stay tonight. I can’t believe my rent cheque bounced again.”
“It’s fine. Why don’t I show you to your room?”
“Okay.” She set her wine glass on the island and followed him out of the kitchen and up the stairs. He opened the first door on the left and stepped back. She stood inside the room, staring silently at the king bed as he turned on the gas fireplace.
“This is a huge guest room,” she said.
He shrugged out of his suit jacket and removed his tie before unbuttoning his shirt. “It’s not the guest room.”
“It isn’t?”
He shook his head and stripped off his shirt before standing before her. He unbuttoned her shirt as she stared mutely at him. “No, it’s my room.”
“Mr. Dawson,” she whispered. “I – I can’t sleep in your room.”
“You won’t be sleeping, Jane.”
“What will I be doing?” Her voice was a low moan, and as he pulled off her shirt, he studied the way her nipples poked against her bra.
“I’ve been meaning to speak to you about your work duties, Ms. Smith.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss against her collarbone. She moaned again, her tiny hands clutching at his waist. His cock hardened at her touch, and he pressed his pelvis against her so she could feel how much he wanted her.
“Y-you have?” she said as he reached behind her for the clasps of her bra.
“Yes.” He undid her bra and pulled it from her body. “You’ve been doing very well, and I think its time we gave you extra duties. Don’t you?”
“Like what?” she whispered as he cupped one small breast. He kneaded it gently before leaning down again and sucking on her nipple. It swelled in his mouth, and she cried out when he nipped the hard, little bud.
He straightened and took her mouth in a demanding and possessive kiss as he worked his hand under her skirt. He skated his fingers over the smooth satin of her panties. “Spread your legs, Jane.”
“Yes, Mr. Dawson.”
His cock throbbed, and he slipped his hand between her thighs when she opened them. He cupped her through her panties, lust coursing through him when he discovered how wet her panties were. Breathing heavily, he pulled them down her legs, and she stepped out of them as she stared at him.
“Mr. Dawson, what are my new duties?” She asked as he reached under her skirt again.
He played with the soft curls between her thighs before moving his hand lower. He probed at her opening, sliding his finger into her smooth heat as she moaned in submission and leaned against him.
“Taking all of my cock in your tight little pussy,” he murmured into her ear. He traced the curve of her ear with his tongue before sucking on the lobe.
“Sh-should I start right now?” She asked as she ran her hands down his back.
“Brilliant idea.” He moved his hand away from her, smiling a little at her whimper of need, and lifted her easily. He carried her to the bed and laid her down on it.
“Lift your skirt, Ms. Smith,” he ordered.
She obeyed immediately, shimmying it up over her hips until her pussy was exposed. He stared hungrily at it as she braced her feet on the bed and spread her legs. He could see her perfect clit peeking out from between the lips of her pussy, and hurriedly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She rubbed her clit with the tips of her fingers and moaned as he shoved his pants down his legs. He kneeled between her open legs, and her eyes widened when she glanced at his cock.
“Mr. Dawson, you’re too big,” she said in her sweet, soft voice. “I can’t take all of that in my tiny pussy.”
“Yes, you can.” He rubbed his cock against her clit, and her hips arched up. “Be a good girl, Ms. Smith, and take my cock.”
