Page 127 of The Bonus

A whirlwind of glamor.

The door closes behind them and my office falls silent. I try to concentrate, but instead I walk to the window and stare out over the view of New York. I slide my hands into my suit pockets and my mind drifts to Greenville…with her.

I think of how different things would have been if we had ended up together.

This wedding would be Gracie’s worst nightmare.

Mine too.

Lost between two worlds…

She flicks her tongue over my end and my cock weeps in appreciation. I grab two handfuls of her hair and push my cock between her two lips, it slowly slides down her throat.

A million sensations, my balls contract as they get ready to fire and I feel the heat of her perfect mouth around me. “Suck me,” I growl. “Harder.”

Suction vibrates through my body and I begin to lose control.

So good, so fucking good.

I slam my cock down her throat and begin to ride her mouth hard. She gags and I go deeper. “Suck me dry.” We fall into a rhythm. “You swallow every last drop I give you.” I go faster, deeper. “Take it all.”

Her moans only make me harder, and I’m about to explode, her fingernails dig into my quad muscles and I lose it.

I slam in and hold myself deep as I come down her throat, my breathing is jagged as I struggle for air. Perspiration sheens my body as I look down at her and she opens her eyes.

Long auburn hair, creamy skin, voluptuous breasts, and a body built for sin.

Gracie.

I jerk awake, and as I gasp for air, I look around the darkened bedroom to see Ariana fast asleep beside me.

The room is silent and calm, so unlike the hot place I’ve just visited.

I can feel that I’ve just ejaculated, and I drag my hands through my hair.

Fuck…

I pant as I try to catch my breath, it was just a dream.

It’s okay, it was just a dream.

Who am I kidding, it was a fucking nightmare.

I wait in the restaurant and sip my scotch, it’s my monthly lunch date with my beloved friend Claire.

Claire and I have been close for over ten years, she’s cool and calm and hilariously dry. Funnily enough, she married one of my enemies, Tristan Miles. They have kids and it turns out he’s actually a good guy, not that I’ll ever openly admit it.

I remind myself, whatever you do today, don’t say anything about the recent events.

Claire calls a spade a spade and I don’t need her getting in my ear about my life.

I already know it’s a nightmare, I’m not spending our lunch being lectured.

She waddles through the restaurant and when I see her, I laugh out loud as I stand to greet her.

“What’s so funny?” She kisses my cheek.

“Why are you walking like that?”

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