Page 6 of All Bets Are Off
But there is no way in hell I’d let myself have her now. She’s a virgin. One who is working to make ends meet.Totally vulnerable. And whether I was unwitting or not, I took advantage.
“Vida,” she says softly.
“Vida. That means life, doesn’t it? In Spanish.”
“My mother was Cuban. What’s…” She ducks her head. “Never mind.”
“What’s my name?”
She chews her luscious bottom lip. “I shouldn’t be asking you questions.”
“You can ask me anything.” My arms are in torment from not being able to embrace her, but after what just happened, I have no right to touch her. “I’m Tripp. Sterling.”
Is it my imagination or do her eyes darken when she watches my mouth move?
“Again, I’m very sorry about everything, Mr. Sterling.” She reaches behind her back for the door handle. “But I really need to go.”
No. Stay.Instead of issuing that demand, however, I give a curt nod. “Of course.”
Before she slips out the door, her gaze traces down to my still-erect dick and her mouth parts on a shaky exhale, her tongue skating in slow motion across that full bottom lip.
As soon as the door closes behind her, I stumble forward and hump the heavy wood, imagining I’m inside her, those legs wide open around my hips, her little maid skirt rucked up around her waist. I pump, pump, pump, shaking the door on its hinges. In my head, she scratches at my face and screams at me to stop, even as her cunt gets damper and easier to fuck.
I bite her neck and thrust extra hard, earning me a slap across the face.
How dare you, she says, pouting, struggling, her ass squeaking up and down the door.
Teeth gritted, I spew my nut all over the ground, my knees unsteady from the onslaught of intense pleasure.
“Vida,” I whisper, my mouth open against the cool wood. “Vida.”
THREE
Vida
“Are you sure you’re okay?”Peggy asks for the third time.
It’s five o’clock in the morning and I’m on my way out the door for another day of cleaning at Reserve. Normal, uneventful cleaning.
Nothing like yesterday.
That can never,everhappen again.
In fact, I’m half convinced it never happened at all. If it weren’t for the soreness between my thighs and the light bite mark on my neck, I’d think I dreamed that whole encounter with Tripp Sterling. But no. It was very real.
So real that I lay in bed all night thinking about it.
How could I not?
I’ve never even kissed a boy, let alone been touched by one in such an intimate manner. I’m pretty sure yesterday’s accidental tryst is what they calldiving into the deep end. Not only does Tripp appear to have a lot more experience than me, but heasked me to do something I couldn’t have imagined. Never thought I would…like.
Something that confuses and reluctantly fascinates me.
Run from me. So I can chase you down.
My face floods with heat, and I hunker down, pretending to tie my shoe so Peggy won’t notice my flushed cheeks. “I’m just stressed because lots of college kids arrived yesterday. You know how messy they can be.”
Peggy groans. “They are the worst, it’s true. Never had to clean up after themselves a day in their lives, those trust fund babies!”
