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I kiss her, wondering what on earth I've done right to deserve her.
My first push into her is beyond heavenly; it's paradise, her tight channel gripping me. I go slow until I reach the barrier, and then I deepen the kiss before I push through.
She screams into my mouth, her nails scratching my back. I take the pain she's giving me just as much as the one I gave her. When she's calm, I raise my head to look at her. “I'm sorry,” I whisper.
She shakes her head, her fingers wiping the stream of tears that escaped her eyes. “Make it better.”
I nod. And do just as she says. I start thrusting into her, slowly at first, but as I hear her moans change from pain to pleasure, I find myself pushing harder, pushing deeper. That’s right, baby. I make it so much better. She's squeezing me to death as her tension builds.
“Oh, yes, harder!”
My passion grows as her moans elevate. I’m so close to finishing, but I have to hold back. Finally, I hear her passionate screams. “I’m coming.”
I lose myself inside her. We lay next to each other, enjoying the aftermath of what acting upon our feelings brought us.
Chapter Five
Ivy
My dream came true. My first time was beyond special. It was perfect. And it's all thanks to Rafael.
As we lie in the wake of our passion, neither of us speaks, probably scared of what's to come. Soon, we fall asleep, still wrapped in each other's arms. Then I go ahead and have the best sleep of my life yet.
When I come back to consciousness again, I'm in the middle of the very bed I've spent the last six months cleaning, wishing that I could sleep in it, and now that I have, I have no idea what to do next.
I had no plan to sleep with the bidder before leaving home last night. Then I realized it was Rafael. He was charming and openly flirting with me. Before, when he'd done it, it wasn't blatant flirting. I was having the best time with the man of my dreams. It would have been stupid to turn him down.
And the sexual tension through the ride back? Scintillating. I was like a moth to his flame, totally drawn to him and unable to stop the girl in me yearning to be ravished by him.
Now, however, reality sets in; I have no idea what to do next. I know he'll release the money to me, but then what?
Do I keep working for him?
Speaking of work, I have to resume in about thirty minutes, and there's no way I can go home and be back in that short period. Straining my head for any sound of movement in his bathroom, I hear nothing.
Gingerly getting out of bed, I sneak to the room I have here to change into my uniform after a quick shower. The image of him bringing me to orgasm last night flashes in my mind, and I shiver as I wash between my legs.
When I'm dressed, I make my way to the kitchen. I hear a humming sound even before I open the door. I open the door, and there he is. Rafael DeMontez, dressed in nothing but gray sweatpants, flipping pancakes in the pan.
I watch him, unable to believe the sight in front of me. I've never seen Rafael cook before. As if he feels my gaze on him, he turns with a smile. He turns off the heat, removes the pancake, and walks toward me.
He picks me off the floor like I weigh nothing and kisses me. First, I'm shocked, then I'm responding to the kiss, my core already gaining moisture. Damn, I think I'm in love with the way he uses his mouth on me.
Finally, he breaks the kiss and glances down at me with a wide grin. “Good morning, beautiful.”
I blink. Unable to form any words just yet. He chuckles and walks away from me. I watch him prepare breakfast for us, wondering what changed since last night.
When I can no longer take it, I speak. “Just to be clear, I still have my job, right?”
He glances at me in amusement as he carries the food out of the kitchen. I jump down from the counter he placed me on and follow him. “Rafael, please.”
He turns at my words, his eyes glowing. “You said my name,” he states.
I say his name all the time, just not to his face. “Please answer my question.”
He nods and walks toward me. “The job is yours for as long as you want it, Ivy,” he says, then picks me up again.
I watch silently as he carries me to a seat and places me down. He immediately starts to serve the food. When he's done, he pulls out the chair next to me, serves himself, and starts eating. I'm unable to eat. Unsure of what to make of everything that's happening so far.
