Page 37 of Sweet Surrender

She took everything I had and wanted more.

I grazed the shell of her ear with kisses. “Come for me,” I whispered, my release threatening to take over. “Come on my cock like a good girl.”

“I… I think… I am… fuck!” My ears rang when she screamed, her whole body tightening around mine, legs locked and holding me in place. The rush came over me as soon as her greedy cunt began milking my shaft. I couldn’t hold back. I lowered my head, my face against her neck, and came with her.

We stayed that way long after her cries went quiet and turned into heavy breathing, punctuated by a few soft moans of contentment. This was normally the part where I was glad for the experience but ready to move on. I’d blown my load, she was satisfied, and all was well.

It wasn’t like that this time. My head swam with confusion when I lifted it, propping myself up on my forearms and looking down at her. She was glowing, wearing a lazy smile—a woman floating in the afterglow sated to her soul.

When her eyes fluttered open and found mine, there was no question in my mind. “That’s going to happen again,” I announced.

It couldn’t be any other way.

“As if you had any choice.” Her smile widened as she reached out to run a hand through my hair. “I hope you didn’t have any other plans today.”

Shit, if she kept talking like that, I’d need to cancel my plans… indefinitely.

17

SIENNA

“We couldn’t have picked a more perfect day.” The sun was shining brilliantly, and the air was unseasonably warm. That, paired with the fact that it was a Saturday morning, meant the sidewalks were full of pedestrians.

I had to navigate around them while walking a couple of blocks from where I’d parked. Up ahead, I made out a flurry of activity in front of the recreation center, telling me the photographers had already arrived. As far as I knew, the athletes would be there shortly. At least, nobody had sent any messages to the contrary.

“Have fun out there,” Jules told me over the phone. “Don’t forget to find out if any of those guys are single.”

“I’ve already promised my cousins. Besides, you don’t want to date an athlete,” I pointed out, stopping at a red light. “So many of them have a girl in every city. I mean, we’ve been cleaning up their messes for long enough, haven’t we?”

“That’s true,” she agreed with a sigh. “Anyway, if you happen to spend any time today with whoever you’re sleeping with, thank him for me.”

The light turned green, but my feet didn’t move. Only when somebody bumped into me from behind did I step off the curb. “What are you talking about?” I asked with a high-pitched laugh.

She didn’t know.

She couldn’t know.

Snorting, she said, “You still think you can fool me. Like I haven’t noticed the difference in you this past week.”

“Girl, you need a vacation. You’re starting to imagine things.” It wasn’t easy to pretend, but I wasn’t about to admit the truth. I’d have to let her think I had a sexy little secret that didn’t also involve a complete ethics dilemma. Sleeping with my client, completely aware now of who he was. Before, there was an excuse. I didn’t know my mystery man wasn’t such a mystery after all.

“Whatever you say. Can’t wait to see the photos.” We ended the call there, and I released a sigh of relief. Was I being that obvious? Was I normally a shrew or something? Okay, so maybe all the ridiculously hot, amazing sex I’d had with Noah that week had left me with a spring in my step. That was ironic, considering the lack of sleep all that sex had led to, but I wasn’t about to complain.

Note to self—stop being so upbeat and happy. I had to laugh at myself as I lifted a hand to wave to one of the photographers who spotted me as I approached. Time to get down to work.

That attitude lasted all of three seconds, approximately the amount of time it took for Noah to emerge from inside the squat cinderblock building. I couldn’t have been more shocked if he showed up wearing lingerie. “Look at you!” I called out. “The early bird gets the worm, I guess.”

It was not easy pretending there wasn’t anything more between us, especially when he looked surprisingly adorable in jeans, a ball cap, and an old-school Yankees jersey. The word adorable was not one I ever would have associated with Noah in years past, but things had changed.

I had changed.

He held his arms out to the sides. “Figured I should be in costume.” When no one else was looking, he gave me a private, narrow-eyed look. “I barely had time to get home from your place and take a shower. How are you holding up?”

How was I holding up?

My ass was still throbbing slightly from the spanking he gave me last night, a pleasant sensation that reminded me of the fun we had. “This is my second iced latte,” I whispered, holding up my plastic cup. There wasn’t enough caffeine in existence to make up for the lack of sleep, but I was trying.

At the arrival of a long, sleek bus, we snapped out of our personal chatter. I took the lead, greeting the athletes as they exited the bus, pausing for photos before heading into the building where the kids were waiting. The program’s director was inside with them, and I could hear the kids’ squeals of excitement before we ever stepped into the lobby and headed for the gymnasium.

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