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He chuckles. “That’s right, playing with your pussy never felt so good, has it.”

I moan out an incoherent response, my brain too foggy for words.

His eyes find mine. “Come for me, Bella.” He looks like he’s trying to hold back, like he’s going to lose it at any moment, but he’s waiting for me.

I apply more pressure to my clit, pulsing my fingers as my pussy clenches, and a fresh wave of arousal coats my fingers, soaking my panties. I cry out, unable to stop myself.

He jerks forward, and I know he’s just come in his pants as well. I watch as he keeps stroking himself. His eyes don’t leave mine for a second. When he’s done, he zips up his pants and closes the gap between us, pushing his finger into my mouth. It’s coated in his salty arousal. “Suck,” he instructs.

My heart hammers, confusion swirling through me. What the hell am I doing? I follow his instructions, so turned on in this moment I think I would do anything he asks me to. If he asked me to get down on my knees and clean him up, I would. And not only that, but I would enjoy it.

“Good girl.” He grins, pleased with me. “Now take off your panties and give them to me.”

I stare back at him, wide-eyed. What does he want with my soaked panties?

His eyes run down my body like he’s telling me again to do it, take them off and give them to him. “Do it, Bella, I won’t ask you again. If you can’t follow my instructions, you will find out what happens when you disobey me.” His expression is deadly serious, and it makes my stomach clench.

I don’t know why I do it, but I reach under my skirt and slide them down my legs. Stepping out of the soaked fabric, I hand them to him.

He brings them up to his face and inhales, causing my heart to race even harder than it already was. Oh my God.

“Fucking perfection,” he growls out, slipping them into his pocket. “Good work, sugarplum. Maybe you can be trained.” He walks away from me, unlocking the door.

Trained? What the hell just happened between us? Am I supposed to go back to work with no panties on now? I mean, I would have probably had to remove them anyway since they were so wet, but him taking them, fuck. A fresh shiver of arousal washes over me. He’s the sexiest man on the planet. He didn’t even have to touch me, and I came. What the hell did I just start with him? It feels like a game I can’t win.

CHAPTER 17

KOBE

Maeve’s assistant calls meinto her office. Maeve stands in the doorway waiting for me, a touch of a smile on her red lips, like she is pleased to see me, and I follow her inside.

Heading for the couch, I plonk down, running my hands through my hair, exhaustion nagging at me. “Before you ask how my week has been, I’m just going to come out with it. I fucked up royally,” I confess as soon as she closes the door. I slump down into the couch, feeling the weight of my actions last night. I’m fully aware I should have kept my hands to myself, but I couldn’t resist. She was just too tempting, and her signing that contract has me hyped up wanting to invoke my right to mess with her.

Maeve takes a seat across from me, and I can see by the smirk playing on her lips, she’s amused by my statement. Glad I can be her morning entertainment. “Interesting. Why don’t you start at the beginning of the week and tell me what’s been going on?”

“She’s driving me insane,” I admit, my leg bouncing restlessly as I struggle to find the words to describe what she’s doing to me. It’s difficult to sit still while feeling so out of control. My body iswound up so tightly. I thought my release last night would have helped ease the tension, but if anything, it intensified it tenfold.

Maeve pushes her glasses back up her nose. “I’m going to assume you’re talking about the undercover cop who took a job at Queen of Hearts.”

I offer a sarcastic smile. She knows exactly who I’m talking about. When have I ever talked about any other girl in these sessions? Never. “What is so special about her?” I demand, as if Maeve could possibly have an answer about a girl she’s never met.

“Why don’t you tell me what you see in her? What captivated your attention when you first met her?” she probes.

“She’s smoking hot. She had this tight little ass swaying over to the bar in a white number. I nearly dropped my drink I was so distracted by her,” I admit, recalling the first moment I laid eyes on her from across the busy room. I should have fucked her that night, saved myself the torture.

“Okay, that’s what physically attracted you to her, but what kept you talking to her? What made you want to give her a job?” Maeve presses further.

I have to think about this for a moment. I remember the way she smelled, her perfume, something floral. And the way she looked gave me a semi instantly, but Maeve’s right; there was something more there. “I was instantly comfortable around her. As she talked, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I was captivated, and I wanted to know what made her tick, what happened in her life to bring her into my bar that night. Then she said she needed a job, and I felt compelled to help her.” It was more than that, though. I don’t have words for what it was. I have never felt like that before with anyone. “Like I couldn’t let her leave the place until I knew I had secured a way of seeing her again,” I try to explain how I felt, not understanding it myself.

“Love at first sight,” Maeve observes knowingly. She scribbles something down on her notepad, and my irritation grows. Why did she write that down?

Love at first sight.I don’t like that idea. I don’t do relationships or feelings, and I wouldn’t fall for her if I did. “She’s a cop, Maeve. Don’t give me that look. I need to stay the fuck away from her.”

“What happened then? How did you mess up?” Maeve raises a brow, urging me to continue. She’s not letting me off the hook so easily. Part of me hoped I could come here today and have her tell me I was just overreacting, this was all nothing. But I can see she’s not going to go easy on me.

“Everything was piling up—discovering she was a cop, being stalked through her bathroom window, and still supporting her ex-boyfriend financially. To top it all off, she’s getting a lot of attention. From one of our regulars in particular. A suit with a fuck ton of cash to blow on whatever pleasures he desires. He wants her. He offered her a deal last week to spend a couple of hours with him. I put a stop to that shit before it started, by distracting him with another girl. But last night he was relentless and offered her a lot of money to spend the night with him. I know she needs it, the girl is flat broke and about to lose the house she inherited from her grandmother.” I remember one more thing. “Oh, and she’s Brandon’s long-lost cousin.”

“What, Brandon Lewis?” she asks, shocked.

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