ROUND, soft, perfect, Claire’s ass filled my hand, and I couldn’t stop myself from squeezing once before I pulled away. She was the apple, the snake, the entire damn garden, forbidden for a man like me.
And here she was, temptation in the flesh, offering herself up. If she weren’t drunk, I couldn’t say I’d be able to resist. But the fact that she was here, letting me touch her, pressing her body against mine when I knew I couldn’t have her, pissed me off, and I was already angry to begin with.
“You want to be bad, little girl?” I closed in on her until her back was against the door. “Thought you’d stop by, taste the dark side?”
“That’s exactly what I thought.” She raised her chin, not even a hint of backing down. “Why are you angry with me?”
“Doesn’t matter. Irrelevant.”
“Is it because you want to fuck me and think you can’t?” She blinked her big eyes, her lashes brushing her rosy, freckled cheeks. The innocent sexiness of her looks combined with her dirty mouth made my cock throb inside my pants. And since I was commando, there was no hiding my reaction to her.
“What are you doing here, Claire?” I practically growled at her.
“You can, you know.” Her hands gripped my shoulders to pull her body flush with mine. She felt so fucking good, like a place I could get lost for a long, long time. I rocked my hips, sliding my erection against her stomach. “Dominic.”
She nipped at my bottom lip with her teeth, and when I didn’t stop her, she sucked my lip between hers and wove her fingers into the back of my hair. The tip of her tongue flirted with the whiskers below my mouth, and then with a sigh, her lips were on mine.
She kissed me like a tornado, touching down and sweeping me up in her storm. I kept my hands braced on the door—my own show of resistance. It took everything in me not to touch her, feel her skin, take this a lot farther than a kiss. Claire didn’t make it easy, with her breathy sighs and eager tongue sweeping over mine.
The sweet taste of rum on her lips was enough to keep me contained, though. My dick pulsed angrily in my sweatpants, but it wouldn’t be getting any game tonight. Not from this girl—even if she begged for it.
Oh, how I wanted her to beg. Down on her knees, blinking at me the way she did, “sir” spilling from her pouty lips. I’d never desired that from anyone else, but Claire brought out a different side of me.
“Dominic.” Her hot breath woke me from the stupor of her lips.
“This isn’t happening.” I sounded strong, but my words were weakened as I cupped the back of her head and covered her mouth with mine. Her kiss had ended, and mine took over, pushing my tongue between her lips to taste every drop of her night.
She moaned and clawed at my neck, but I didn’t let up, showing her what being with me would be like. We wouldn’t take strolls in the park. I’d fuck her until she couldn’t walk straight. And then I’d do it all over again.
“Sit on the edge of the bed, Claire. Take off your dress.”
She moved immediately, tossing her dress behind her on the way into the bedroom. I followed slowly, balancing on a fine line between right and wrong. I had no intention of having sex with this girl, but I also couldn’t make her leave. Not now. Not until she understood what she’d started.
Perched on the corner of the bed, her hands stacked in her lap, legs crossed at the ankle, her pose said demure, but the sheer mesh bra barely containing her tits and her kiss-swollen lips told a different story.
I stopped a foot from her, looking down at her offering. “Are you wet?”
Her brown eyes peered up at me, flaming heat in their centers. She bit her lip and nodded. “So wet.”
“Is it for me or the boy you’re always flirting with when I’m onstage?”
Her breathing hitched, and color rose in her already-pink cheeks. “Only you. Are you hard for only me?”
I palmed my rock-hard erection, pushing the steel length against my belly. “I have been for a solid fucking week now. You drive me crazy. Everything about you. And you show up in my room drunk, coming from another man’s room, aching for it? You want trouble, don’t you?”
She reached out to touch me, to touch my cock, but I knocked her hand away. “Dominic. Let me.”
“Not gonna happen.” I wagged my finger at her. “Bad girls don’t get what they want.”
She slapped the mattress with a pout. “Then why did you tell me to get on the bed?”
“Because, Claire,” I nudged my sweatpants down so the head of my cock showed, “I’m not going to get any sleep until I take care of this. So, unless you tell me no, I’m going to jerk my dick while I look at your pretty tits until I come.”
She nodded, her tongue sweeping over her bottom lip. “I’d like to see that.”
“Then watch.” I pushed my pants down far enough for my cock to pop out and slap firm and hot against my belly. Precum beaded at the slit. Using my thumb, I spread it over, sliding my hand down my thick, pulsing length that would much rather be buried inside Claire. Drunk or not. Too young or not. My employee or not.
Claire’s eyes roamed from my hand curled around my cock to my face. The air between us crackled like a live wire had been let loose, sparking and sizzling. Her thighs pressed together, rubbing back and forth against each other. The fabric of her bra strained against her tight nipples. The sheets were bunched in her hands, like she had to hold on for dear life to stop herself from touching me.
If she tried again, I might’ve let her. Seeing her like this, wanting, needing, desperate, made me want to take care of her—to give her what she craved.
That was why she was the apple, the snake, the garden.
My perfect Eden.
“Claire.” I was barely restrained now. A trickle of sweat ran down my face and into my beard. I stepped closer, looming over her, and her hands broke free from the sheets to grip the sides of my legs. “Jesus,” I gritted out. “I’m going to come.”
Immediately, she reached behind her, and a second later, her bra was discarded. Heavy, round breasts capped with light brown nipples and spattered with freckles bared to me, I lost it. My fist jerked my raging cock, the other hand bracing the curve of her neck. My thumb pushed into the underside of her jaw, keeping her head tilted back and her eyes on mine.
“Make me filthy, Dominic. Cover me with it,” she mewled.
Every muscle in my body tightened as an orgasm ripped through me, tearing me apart at the seams. Ropy, white streams spurted onto Claire’s beautiful breasts and chest, and she sighed like it felt as good to her as it did me.
Panting and relieved, I curled my arm around the back of her head and pulled her face against my stomach for a moment. Without even touching me, she’d satisfied me in a way I hadn’t been in a long time. I dipped down to kiss her forehead.
“Such a good girl, Claire.” The smile she gave me was tremulous, and her eyelids were heavy. “Stay here. I’ll clean you up.”
I came back from the bathroom with a wet washcloth, taking care to wash every drop from her soft, pretty skin. She sighed and leaned her cheek against my arm, her eyes barely open.
“Lie down. You look ready for sleep.” I ran my palm over her hair and jaw.
“Here? Sleep here?” Her brows pinched, and she tried to stand, but I gently pushed her back down.
“We’ve gotta get up in a couple hours. Just go to sleep so I don’t have to worry about you.”
Relenting, she pulled the covers over her and gave me a sloppy, sleepy, drunk grin. “Oh no, don’t go catching feels. I’m not into that.”
Holding back a laugh, I patted her head. “Go to sleep, Claire.”
No surprise, Claire was gone in the morning. The sheets on her side of the bed were cool, so she must’ve been gone for a while.
That was fine with me. With any luck, we’d both forget last night happened and move back into being solely professional.
Only…the first image that entered my mind when I woke up was Claire covered in my cum, breathy and sweet. And damn if I didn’t have to jerk off in the shower to that image.
By the time I got down to the car taking me to the airport, I’d spent my morning thinking about Claire Fontana.
“Morning, sunshine.” Marta was already in the car, tapping on her phone. She was alone.
“Where’s Claire?” I barked, harsher than I’d intended. “We can’t wait for her.”
“Already on her way to the airport on the bus. She was too hungover to deal with your foul mood this morning.”
“Did she say that?”
Marta huffed and put her phone down on the seat beside her. “No, she didn’t say that. I connected the dots. You’re always grumpy and mean to her, and it’s getting a little tiresome.”
“I’m an asshole, Mar. That’s nothing new.”
“Well, Claire’s not an asshole, and I want to keep her around.” She threw her head back on her seat. “Is it possible not to speak? I’m also hungover and not in the mood to deal.”
We stayed quiet for the rest of the drive, which wasn’t long. When I boarded the plane, I automatically searched Claire out. Oversized sunglasses covered half her face, and a blanket was wrapped around her body. I stopped in the aisle beside her, mouth quirking.
“Feel like shit?” I asked.
“Don’t gloat,” she rasped.
“I’m not. Get up and come to the back with me.”
She pulled her blanket higher beneath her chin. “I’m good here.”
“Come to the back, Claire. You can lie down on the couch back there.”
Marta grumbled behind me. “You never let me lie down back there.”
I glanced over my shoulder. “Weren’t you just telling me to be nicer?”
Claire groaned, but she relented pretty easily, following me to the rear of the plane and curling up on the leather couch across the aisle from my usual seat. She pulled the blanket so high, only the top of her head peeked out.
No awkward conversations would be happening on this plane ride. No need to potentially hurt her by telling her nothing would ever come of whatever this heat was between us. Besides, I had a feeling she already knew.
And I was relieved. Truly.
But I had no explanation for why I spent the entire flight to Dallas on tenterhooks, waiting for Claire to wake up so we could banter or bicker or piss each other off. No explanation at all.
