Page 10 of Prez's Property

Or, at least, he didn’t turn the lights on when I was sleeping. I didn’t know about anyone else.

“Run?” I groggily asked, trying to get my mind to catch up with what was happening.

He nodded, brushing my blonde hair back off my cheek. “Yeah, doll. Going to be gone a couple of days – three at most.”

I slowly sat up and leaned forward, letting my lips mold to his. He groaned and laid me back on the bed, moving over me as he did so. “Door,” I mumbled.

“Already locked, doll,” he rumbled against my skin as he moved his lips down my neck, pushing the strap of my tank top aside to fully access my shoulder.

I pushed his cut off his shoulders. It didn’t take long before we were both completely naked. His lips molded to my breast as he dipped two fingers inside of my pussy, his thumb rubbing my clit. I moaned his name, my fingers tangling in his hair.

“Prez, we’re running late,” I heard the VP – Jackson – call from the other side of the door.

“Fuck,” Elijah muttered. He stood up and dragged my hips to the edge of the bed before sliding inside of me. Again, our sex was quick, but Elijah rubbed my clit the entire time, sending me spiraling into a multitude of orgasms – so many I was struggling to figure out how to suck air into my deprived lungs.

“Elijah,” I whimpered, gasping for air.

He growled my name as he came inside of me, soaking my pussy with his cum. He quickly pulled out, watching as his cum slipped out of me. With a small shake of his head, he leaned over me and pressed his lips to my forehead, holding them there as I sucked in ragged breaths of air.

“Easy, doll,” he soothed. He ran his hand down my side. “You okay?”

I weakly nodded my head. He kissed me. “I need to go. Get cleaned up and get some more rest, yeah? I told Tanner to let the other girls know you’re not to be bothered.”

“Thanks,” I mumbled, not even sure if I had the energy to get up and clean myself up.

He kissed me again. “Three days – tops,” he promised me.

Yawning, I nodded. He stood up and got dressed. Then, he grabbed my hand, pressed a kiss to my palm, and dipped out of my room. A minute later, I heard bikes rumble to life in the lot, and then, Elijah was gone.

13

I had a feeling Whitney was beginning to suspect something was really going on between me and her husband because the moment I emerged from my room after the prez had left, she’d been casting me dirty as fuck looks.

I had been doing my best to ignore her and stay out of her way. If there was one thing I knew about a woman scorned, she would lash out. And it was my ass if I retaliated.

But like fuck would I lay down and take whatever shit she spewed at me if she did. If it meant I got kicked out of here, then so be it. I had enough money saved up to get me by for a couple of months.

Dawson smiled at me as he leaned on the bar. “Let me get a beer, darlin’.”

I set down the cloth I’d been using to wipe down the glasses and reached into the fridge, grabbing him a beer. I popped the top off with my lighter, too lazy to walk to the other end of the bar to grab the bottle opener. I handed it to him.

“Prez’s old lady looks ready to murder you,” he told me.

I sighed. “I know,” I grumbled. And I was avoiding her like the fucking plague.

He ducked his head so his eyes met mine. “None of us men are blind to what you two are doing,” he said, talking about me and the prez, “and I know you’re not the only one in that shit, but you do know if she lashes out at you, there’s nothing you can do, right? She ranks above you.”

I sighed, gritting my teeth. “Trust me, I fucking know.”

He shook his head. “You’re dumb to let a man ever make you feel second best, sweetheart.”

I flashed him a sickly sweet smile. “You offering to claim me, Dawson?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Nah. Trying to work Tanner down, but that woman is something else.”

I lightly smacked him with my towel before I grabbed a glass and began wiping the water spots off of it. “Maybe if you stop sticking your dick in every piece of available pussy around here, you’d make some headway.”

He snorted and swallowed a mouthful of beer. “If she stopped letting every man stick a dick in her, we’d make some headway,” he retorted back at me, sort of using my words against me.

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