Page 67 of A Million To Fall

“I take it you’re here to accept my offer?”

I can’t force the word out, so I just nod.

Mrs. Davis smiles and closes the small distance between us, tugging at the sash of her silk robe, never breaking eye contact. The fabric slides off her, pooling at her feet.

She’s naked now, but I keep my eyes on her face.

“God, you’re beautiful…” she purrs, her gaze dragging down my body.

Her fingers slip beneath the hem of my shirt, brushing over my stomach like she’s cataloging me. “I’ve wanted this since Jake brought you home.” She giggles. “Okay, let’s be honest, I’ve wanted you for years. And now look at you. All grown up. Tall. Broad. You filled out like a dream, Boston.”

She begins to undress me, exploring my body as she goes. When her hand dips into the waistband of my jeans and boxers, my eyes slam shut.

Don’t think.

Just get through this.

She lowers herself in front of me, pulling my pants down with her.

The moments come in fragments after that, as does her voice.

“—drain you, baby.”

“—you taste.”

Her mouth is on me—tongue licking, lips sucking.

I think I might puke.

I breathe, push through the revulsion rising in my throat, and summon what I need to get hard. I don’t think I ever realized how psychological sex is until right now.

She rolls a condom on me and lays on the bed. “Ready?”

No.

“I’m going to take such good care of you, Boss.”

Her voice keeps going—low, aroused, needy—but I’m not listening.

I climb onto the bed, moving like I’m underwater. She opens her legs and beckons me between them.

I shut my eyes as I press into her, feeling her body yield around me. It’s nauseatingly real.

A sick twist of finality coils in my chest with the realization that the line I never imagined crossing is already behind me.

There’s no walking this back.

It’s done.

My body works as if on autopilot—moving, thrusting, speeding up, slowing down—taking my cues entirely from Mrs. Davis.

But in my head, I’m not really here.

I’m somewhere warm and clean and safe.

I think about soft laughter. About sunlight catching in auburn hair. About the faint, sweet scent of strawberries.

Skye.