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So I took the lead again, one hand still in her hair. I felt the orgasm approaching, so I pulled her up with her back pressed against my chest.
"And because you failed to follow my one simple instruction, you'll have to wait for your climax until tonight, sin," I whispered to her. "I'll come deep inside you, fucking every last drop into your sweet, willing pussy, and then you'll stand up, pull down your skirt, and go back home. With every step, you'll have to think about me, about how hard I just took you and fucked you for my own relief… and think about my seed sticking to your thighs, running down your legs. Do me a favor and get a taste of it when you're home."
A muffled moan escaped her throat. I felt her muscles tighten around me, no doubt on the verge of bursting.
I quietly admonished her, chasing after my own climax. Ultimately, it was her desperate efforts to comply with my instruction that brought me to the brink.
With every thrust, I fucked my seed deeper into her, the thought of it exerting its own thrill on me.
I took no break, suddenly alert as voices approached. With one smooth motion, I brought us both to a standing position.
Before I could zip up my pants, I pulled Amelia's skirt down. With a dazed look, she leaned against me as I bent down and wiped her knees from the dust of the floor. Then I cleaned her hands on my shirt. I was just finished as Declan burst in, full of energy.
"Thanks for lunch, babe," I said with a grin, grasping her ass again and drawing her close for a brief, hard kiss. Meanwhile, I could feel her squeezing her thighs together.
"I can come back later," I heard Declan announce, almost embarrassed.
"No need." I released Amelia and turned her toward the exit. "Until tonight."
She threw me a heated, sideways glance. "Thanks, D… Gray."
With that, she disappeared… but not from my thoughts, which for the rest of the day, revolved almost entirely around her.
Declan watched each of my subsequent movements with eagle eyes. If he suspected anything about what had just happened here, he had the decency not to mention it.
In recent months, he had proven why it had been a good idea to hire him. He worked hard. Harder than many other men who had worked for me in the past years. He also did his work diligently—and since we had taken care of his sleeping problem after the fire, I no longer worried about his immediate health.
Declan was a good kid, which sometimes made me compare him to my own son. I couldn't deny that he had taken on a certain role in my life, one that had been vacant before… with few chances of ever being filled by my actual son.
Fortunately, Declan shared a similar fate, only with reversed roles. His father had, as he had told me, hardly ever been there for him. Nor did they maintain a good relationship, so it had not been a huge shock for him to be thrown out.
So there we were, just playing the hand fate dealt us.
I had climbed back up the ladder to resume work on one of the crossbeams. Declan stood below, handing me the tools up, but his expression told me something was on his mind.
Instead of waiting for him to gather the courage to voice his thoughts, I cleared my throat to draw his attention. "What's on your mind?" I demanded.
He shifted from one foot to the other before contorting his face, clearly taken aback that I had addressed it.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," I continued, working away.
"Actually, it's a question that's bothering me. But I'm not sure if it's appropriate to ask."
"Is there a reason why it wouldn't be?" I raised an eyebrow, which, of course, he couldn't see from below.
He murmured something. "It might be a bit indiscreet."
"Indiscreet," I repeated, wondering whether I would have liked my son to hesitate twice about whether he could come to me with a question—regardless of its nature—or not.
And even though Declan was still my employee, there was no doubt that we had already crossed those boundaries.
"Go ahead and ask," I finally said with a sigh, internally prepared to keep a poker face and not show my initial reaction to his question.
"Do you always date younger women?"
I looked down at him. He was biting his lower lip as if he had just said something that might get him fired.
"Amelia is just a few years older than me, and…" His voice trailed off.
