Page 9 of The Enforcer

Chapter Four

Kenna

Ijolted under his touch. He knew what he was doing. I couldn't help it. Jesus, I couldn't help it. I wanted this so badly, I had thought about it so much that it was difficult to remember a time when he wasn't on his knees, eating me out like he was starving and I was the only sustenance around for miles.

God, I wanted this.

My eyes closed. My mouth opened. Words came out but it was difficult to decipher what I said.

But Joaquin stopped when he heard them.

Joaquin's gaze snapped to mine, as though he couldn't quite understand what I was saying.

I sure as hell didn't know what I was saying.

I swallowed.

"Don't stop," I repeated. My voice was just as shaky as the first time, but I didn't hold the words back.

This was supposed to be for a picture. The lips on my pussy were supposed to be swollen because I wanted to remind Walter how my body looked in the throes of passion.

But it was all bullshit. Everything was bullshit, because this wasn't for the picture at all. This was selfish because it was for me and I wasn't going to pretend otherwise. I wanted Joaquin to keep going so I could come against his fingers. I wanted to feel my nipples marble at his dark eyes on my naked body, writhing because of his touch.

Walter was nowhere near the forefront of my mind because I didn't come here for Walter. I came here for Joaquin.

His shock was palpable. For one heart-wrenching moment, I thought he wasn't going to listen. I thought he was going to tell me I was fucking crazy, that I wasn't saying what I meant, that I didn't understand my feelings.

I hated when people told me that. I hated when my voice wasn't loud enough or when the words were misinterpreted because I was too young or too pretty or too inexperienced. Joaquin didn't look at me like that. It almost seemed as though he wanted to be sure, like he was worried he might have been taking advantage of me and he didn't want to do that.

It was sweet.

It made my heart fill with warmth.

And then, so slowly, he nodded his agreement and he continued to move his fingers inside of my body, so wickedly slow that I wanted to scream. His eyes never left mine. I didn't even blink. I wanted to watch him watch me climax because of him. It wouldn't even be long. I had been thinking about this for too long, I had been fantasizing about this with and without Walter which made me a terrible person, I knew, but Jesus Christ, if terrible people felt the way I felt right now, I would be fine being a terrible person.

My hand slapped his corded arms and I sank my nails into his flesh. I needed to hold onto something because it was building up inside of me.

"Yeah?" he asked.

I let out a breath.

Did he just talk to me?

Suddenly, all acts of professionalism went out the window. We could pretend as long as we wanted but there was something different here.

I nodded my head in response.

"Yeah," I got out. I could barely hear myself as it was, but locking eyes with him, every muscle in my body tightened, my nipples peaked even more, and I lost it.

"Oh, Joaquin," I said. "I'm going to -"

Before I could even finish that sentence, my body started to spasm against his fingers. My nails gripped his arm even more, clawing at him like he was my lifeline and I was desperate.

"There you go," he said, his breath hot against my ear. "Fuck, there you go."

When I finally finished, he kept his fingers inside of me for another moment or two. I closed my eyes and let myself relax on the couch. I couldn't think straight. I had touched myself before - hell, Walter had touched me. But there was nothing like this. It made no sense. Joaquin's fingers caused me to bubble with anticipation, caused my heart to quicken, my folds to moisten, my pelvis to want more. I felt him slide his fingers out and place one on his lips. I shuddered at the sight of him tasting me.

I heard him go back to the camera. I heard him take pictures. I had no idea how I was positioned, but it didn't matter. Not after that.

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