Page 19 of Personal Foul

That’s not who he claims to be anymore, though.

Maybe I’m not trying hard enough.

I think back to my outfits and the way I’ve acted around him. He’s only seen me dressed up the once. Even then, it was conservative. Similarly, my actions have been just as conservative. He hasn’t seen me go full hussy on his ass.

With that thought in mind, a plan forms.

Maybe you should give him a reason to break his rule,the devil on my shoulder encourages.

He won’t know what hit him.

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I’m waitingin the hall between the locker room and the workout room when I hear him talking to someone. I look down at my phone and pretend to be busy, waiting for him to see me.

“Mi reina, looking as beautiful as ever today.”

I look up, watching him approach. I look at Finch. “Morning, Finch, mind if I steal this guy for a minute?”

“Sure thing, Ms. Kelly. Meet you in the gym.” Finch slaps Garrett’s shoulder, but Garrett’s eyes are on me.

Once Finch is far enough away, I brush by Garrett. “Come with me,” I purr. I look over my shoulder and see that he’s following. I lead us down the hall and open the last door, a supply closet.

Cliché, but it will do.

I step in, turning around with the sound of the door closing.

“That skirt with those heels,mi reina,are giving me all sorts of ideas,” Garrett rasps, checking me out, leaning against the door.

“Oh?” My heart beating fast, I step back farther, reaching behind, I slowly unzip my skirt. The sound of the zipper opening echoing off the wall. The tension in the room tripling.

“What are you doing?” he asks, taking a step towards me.

“Stop,” I demand, waiting for him to do so. I slowly unbutton my blouse and drop it with my skirt. “I had a dream last night,” I say softly while looking him in the eye.

“Tell me,” he rasps.

“You stripped me, covered my body with your lips, turning me on with your hands.” I step towards him, hands trailing between my breasts. “You loved playing with my boobs, sucking, biting my nipples before soothing them with your tongue.” I reach up and tweak my pebbled nipples through the lace, making us both hiss.

“Then what?”

“Then I convinced you to let me play too.” I close the gap between us. My hands falling to the waistband of his black gym shorts. “You laid down on your bed, with me over top of you. You ate me out while I fucked you with my mouth and guess what.”

“What?” he asks while breathing hard.

I run my lips over his jaw, pushing down his shorts, I whisper in his ear, “You tasted divine.” I grip his cock in my hand, up and down. “So hard.” I moan. “But do you know what my dream had me wondering?”

“Tell me,” he demands, fisting my hair.

“If you taste as good in real life.” I drop to my knees, licking his crown.

“Mi reina,” he groans.

I sigh. “You taste even better.”

The pure look of lust he gives me sends a thrill through my body. I’ve never been much into giving oral or receiving it, but the look on his face right now makes me feel powerful. It sends a rush of wetness to my core, aching for more.

I don’t deny my body or his. I lean forward, sucking him into my mouth. I slowly work my way down his length then back up. After a few strokes in my mouth, I can fit his entire cock inside, swallowing as his tip hits the back of my throat.

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