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Whelp, this is needed, I think to myself. I lean back against the shower tile, it’s cold and sends a shiver down my spine. I begin to think of Sebastian as he just was, his button down shirt slightly opened, his pants falling below his hips. But instead of another woman’s mouth on his, I am the one on my knees.

I see myself using my hand to guide his dick to my tongue. I bet he tastes salty and sweet. I imagine that he would start slowly, giving my mouth time to adjust before he plunged to the back of my throat.

Meanwhile, he’d reach down between my legs, like he did last night. Or maybe he’d tell me to do it myself. The shower head is in my hand now and I turn it to the pulsing sensation, letting my head fall back on the shower wall as I begin to writhe against the water. It takes seconds and the orgasm slams into me.

It’s not enough. I stop the shower after rinsing myself off and hear them even more now.

His grunts mix with her moans and dammit I wish I could walk in there just to see what they would do. Would they tell me to get out? Would I want to join them? Where is all this thinking coming from?

I grab the fluffy white towel hanging on the bathroom door and wrap myself up. I climb into my bed and reach down to feel my clit. It’s swollen and aching to be touched. I close my eyes and begin making circles on my wet pussy, seeing Sebastian above me as I increase the pace. With my other hand, I push one, then two fingers inside myself. At this point I’m feeling embarrassed by my arousal but also desperate to release it.

I rock my hips a bit and feel the point where the climax begins to come for me. I stay steady, bringing myself to orgasm, and explode quietly all over my own fingers, as I hear the blonde scream out “Fuck, you’re amazing.”

Chapter 28

Sebastian

“Earth to Sebastian!” Fingers snap in my face and I jerk backwards.

“Sebastian…. Helllllo???” Jonathan says waving his hand in front of me annoyingly.

I glare at him and he leans back in his chair casually.

“What the fuck man, what’s going on with you? This is the third morning meeting this week you have zoned out on us?” Jonathan asks.

Before I get a chance to answer, Xavier pipes in, “He’s probably tired from all the ass he’s been scoring since coming back from his trip with his intern last month.”

“My man!” Jonathan yells, raising his hand in anticipation for a high five. “Fucking your intern, hell ya!”

“Put your hand down Jonathan,” Jamison says, without looking up from his phone. He’s typing a mile a minute and quite aggressively. I wonder who he’s messaging.

“He’s not fucking Riley. In fact, he’s fucking everyone but her at the moment in what I assume to be an attempt to either make her jealous or get thoughts of her out of his system,” Jamison says matter of-factly.

“What gave you that impression?" Xavier says sarcastically.

“Kaz,” Jamison states plainly.

Jonathan‘s head whips towards his brother quickly and he asks “When were you with Kaz?,” a slight hint of jealousy just barely there.

“I wasn’t. I overheard Riley speaking with Kaz about her trip and came to my own conclusion. She mentioned a blonde and a voyeuristic experience inside the villa. Although she did sound quite upset about the situation. I believe her exact words were, "I can't believe he let that bimbo suck him off…”

“Enough!” I yell, slamming both my hands on the table. “I have work to do,” I growl, storming out the door.

“Oh man, it was just getting good,” I hear Jonathan say while Xavier chuckles.

I don’t know if I’m more pissed that Riley told Kaz what happened on the trip or that Jamison overheard them talking and I didn’t. I can’t stop thinking about how she said it. Was she angry or jealous or maybe both? Is she still thinking about it, wishing it was her? What is she doing with Nate? Is he treating her well?

He better not be putting his hands on her. If I find out he grabs her again like he did at the Christmas party, I swear I really will break all of his fingers. I shake my head. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” I think to myself. Why do I even care? I can have practically any woman I want. Why am I wasting my time thinking about one who clearly still wants her loser husband?!

Because she’s not a loser, I internally argue with myself. She’s fucking beautiful and brilliant. She is perfection. She is a goddess only worthy of a god. No man will be able to give her what I can. I shake my head again. I need to get the fuck out of here and blow some steam off.

I’ve been so immersed in my thoughts that I don’t even realize I’ve made it all the way down the elevator to the bottom floor when the door dings to open. Riley is standing there ready to walk in, and her eyes light up upon seeing me. She looks like she wants to say something to me, but I can’t deal with her hot and cold right now so I storm past her, not even sparing a glance in her direction. I hope she enjoys having a taste of her own medicine, I think to myself and head to my second favorite place in the world. The gym will get me out of my head for a bit and if that doesn’t work, I have a cute redhead blowing up my phone who will.

Chapter 29

Riley

A month has passed since Sebastian and I went to St. Thomas. Since then, he’s not asked me for any after hours assistance, nor has he asked for any more help with Frederick Degerson’s case. Something had struck me as odd about the conversations with Degerson but I couldn’t place it at the time or in the weeks following. He’d said he’s lost money through an investment firm, Galant. But he didn't say if Galant had full control over investment portfolio decisions or if he’s delegated those over to him. Surely investing that much money meant you believed in the firm’s trade approach, right?

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