Page 58 of Pretty Little Thing

“When were you last tested?”

“Uh...” I wince, trying hard to think of anything other than his huge cock pounding me. “Summer? All clear.”

“Have you been with anyone since?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He lays a hand on my upper thigh, his thumb just an inch away from my throbbing clit. I bite my lip as my body surges with sweet, warm anticipation.

A hard knock strikes twice on the door.

Clive pauses, briefly glancing over his shoulder with a soft smile. “Time’s up,” he says, stepping back.

“What?” I ask.

He extends his hand for mine and I take it. “Time’s up,” he says again, pulling me up to sit. “Sorry, Ms. Payne. We’ll have to finish this another time.”

I blink. “But...”

Clive zips his pants and grabs the riding crop off the table. I watch him walk to the closet and he slides it right back into its place on the door.

“What?”I ask again.

He returns and bends over to grab my dress and panties. “Only paid for an hour.”

My jaw drops. “It’s been an hour?!”

“Yeah.”

“Nuh-uh!”

He laughs and hands me my clothes. “Hop up so I can wipe down the table.”

I obey. Reluctantly.

While Clive grabs a towel and cleaner from beneath the sink in the kitchenette, I slide my panties back on. I shudder in disappointment as I step into my dress and guide the zipper up slowly. My arms feel weak and exhausted from the all the flexing and flinching on the table.

Clive cleans up and returns the supplies to their place.

“What do we do now?” I ask.

He grabs his jacket from the closet. “Now... I go back to work.”

“Seriously?”

He lays a hand on my shoulder and turns me toward the door. “Sunset to 2 AM with an hour break... which I just took.”

I frown with suspicion. “How many of your breaks do you spend up here?”

He smirks. “Not many.”

“Wait, you work until two here, come into the office at nine, leave at five… and come right back here?”

“And on weekends, I work at a gym nearby.” He slides his jacket on. “What, you never work multiple jobs before?”

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