Page 42 of Secrets & Lies

With the exception of the one black dress in her closet, she didn’t own anything deemed sexy. I spent at least five minutes fingering the material, wishing it were falling from her body as she stood in front of me.

Fuck, these thoughts were not helping.

Kinsley kept the same schedule. She worked, she danced, she worked. Her favorite pastimes were hiking, reading, and baking. She was quite good at singing, as well. From what I could find, there wasn’t a boyfriend in the picture, which made her fair game.

She responded to my kisses, which was another reason I was so bothered. Why wouldn’t she go out with me? The guys were right; I needed to get her out of my system. She might not be aware of it, but she would join me for the gala event. I’d introduce her to the chief and get her to see I was harmless.

Ha.The thoughts I had about her were hardly harmless. The things I craved to do to her…I just needed to win her over and get her consent. I’d never met a woman who didn’t give it. I’d be damned if I lost now.

All the thoughts about her begging me to fuck her got me worked up. And now I’d need to work in a session at the club. It was a good thing I was headed there, anyway. I spent my morning doing orientation with a new club hire. She wouldn’t be ready to play for a while, but I set her up with a phone interview with Marcel to ensure her mental status.

It was something all of us agreed to early on. All girls would have to undergo a mental health evaluation before they could be officially hired. After speaking with her, I went to find Alisha. She wasn’t there, so Jenna offered.

Halfway through my impromptu session, I got bored. Jenna was trying, I’d give her that. But it wasn’t doing it for me. I actually pulled out my phone—while her lips were stretched around my cock—to check Kinsley’s location. Distracted didn’t even begin to describe what Kinsley was doing to me.

“What’s on your agenda for today?” I mumbled under my breath, scrutinizing the dot to track her movements. She was still at the café.

“Hmm?” Jenna popped off my dick and looked at me.

“Lips around my cock,” I barked.

Within minutes, I was coming down her throat. I thanked her, left, and then had Marcus drop me off a block down from Kinsley’s work. It looked like she was headed to her second job. As she walked, my cock roared to life again at the mere sight of her. It didn’t even matter that I’d just gotten off with Jenna; this fucking girl riled me up to no end.

Her jeans hugged her perfectly rounded ass in a way that made me jealous. My hands itched to caress her as her hips swayed, mesmerizing me. She wore her hair up in a ponytail, and it swished, keeping time with her hips. I’d love to wrap it around my fist as I mounted her from behind.

She was utterly clueless that she was being watched. When she turned her head to the side, I noticed earbuds. Sneaking up on her would be easy. She was putting herself at risk, and she would learn today how bad an idea that was.

My boots thudded against the pavement as I stepped up my pace to catch up with her. I tapped her on the shoulder, and she whirled around, disbelief in her eyes when she saw it was me. I could hear music now that I was close enough.

“You should be more aware of your surroundings. Don’t listen to music with the volume so high,” I reprimanded, looking down at her. Damn, she was small without heels. I was practically a giant towering over her. If she was nervous, it didn’t show.

“Not you again? I thought I got rid of you.” She moved to walk around me, but I blocked her. She tried again, and I blocked her again.

“Look, if you’d like to dance, join Mr. Dulaine’s class. I’m busy. Get out of my way.”

“I might just do that. I’m actually excellent on the dance floor,” I teased.

“Do you always share irrelevant information about yourself? What are you looking for? Agood for you? Is that supposed to make my heart flutter with a desire to see if you speak the truth?Move.” She narrowed her eyes.

“You’re bossy for such a little thing.” I grinned, shaking my head. “I’m actually here because I thought we could begin your training.”

“Don’t ever use the wordtrainingwith me, Aleksandr.Ever.”

She poked me hard in the chest, and the look in her eyes made me step back. Something about it made me realize I’d crossed a line. For some strange reason, I wanted to uncross it. Hearing my name on her lips did something to me I couldn’t explain.

“Sensitive much? Let’s see, let me rephrase it. Making you my bitch starts today. I don’t know, that sounds abrasive for an adorable kitten,” I drawled.

She put her hands on her hips, clearly unamused.

“Let’s see, this is better. Your educational journey begins today.” I had to cover my mouth with my hand to hide my smile.

“You’re not funny. There’s nothing you could possibly educate me on, except, maybe…” She paused and struck a deep-thinking pose. Her eyes lit up with humor, and she added, “Nope, I already know the exact areas I could cut you. I also know how long it would take for you to bleed out. Go away.”

She made a move to step around me once more, trying to shove me.

Grabbing her hand on my chest, I leaned in and whispered, “Keep telling me your secrets, kitten. I love it.” I caressed her face and down her neck. “I’ll go away only when I get what I want from you.”

Inhaling her scent, I wrapped my hand around her ponytail, pulling slightly so her face had to tilt up toward mine. Her eyes were glued to my lips. I wondered if she was aware her hand was rubbing my chest. I let go of her hair and moved my hand toward her face, rubbing her bottom lip with my thumb as I lowered my lips to hers.

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