Page 12 of Reclaimed

My tits heave with labored breaths, slowing as my world rights itself.

Oh my god.

The post orgasm clarity hits with the force of an oncoming train.

What the fuck did I just do?

A gentle hand pushes a lock of hair away from my sticky forehead. “Hey,” he murmurs gently.

I scramble off him, nearly tripping on my stiletto heels. At the movement, his hand slips free, snapping my thong back into its rightful place.Ow. Shit.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” I stammer.

“The fuck we shouldn’t have.”

“Ishouldn’t have done that.”

Besides the fact I could lose my job, he doesn’t even know I’m pregnant, and that makes me feel things I’m not ready to think about, let alone talk about after I just came on his hand.

I close my eyes and shudder at the memory of his fingers driving perfectly inside me.

Gah!Get it together.

“You should go.”

“I think we should talk.”

“No, Powell,” I say forcefully. “I need you to go.” I take a steadying breath.

“Don’t call me Powell after I just had my fingers in you,” he snaps.

“It smells like sex in here!” I cry.

Aiden breathes deeply, his chest rising with the inhale. “It smells like you,” he rasps.

He’s so not helping my willpower here. “Please leave before we both get into trouble.”

“What are you so worried about? We’re two adults. There’s nothing wrong with what just happened.”

“Last I checked, prostitution is illegal.”

“The hell did you just say?” His face darkens, those lust filled eyes turning hard with irritation.

“There was a money exchange at the beginning of this little tete-a-tete, in case you’ve forgotten.”

He blanches. “That wasn’t what this was and you know it.”

“I know it, but that’s not the type of girl I want you to think I am so can you save us both the trouble of my boss finding out and just go?” I jerk my head toward the door.

He stares at me. I see words brewing behind his eyes. He wants to argue. To convince me I’m wrong, but as far as my boundaries are concerned, I’m not. And I need some time to sort my head out.

“Fine. We’ll talk later?”

I lick my dry lips. “Sure. Another time.”

“You’re heading home?”

“I’m just going to clean up here first.”

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