Page 21 of Personal Foul

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Garrett

I walk down the hall,hoping to catch Reagan before she leaves for the day. I knock on her door, trying the handle only to find the door is locked. I try to catch a peek between the blinds but can’t see anything.

Damn, did I miss her?

“Excuse me, can I help you?”

I turn around and see a man with a concerned look on his face.

“I was just looking for Ms. Kelly. I meant to catch her before the end of the day.”

He adjusts his glasses, giving me a hard look. “Wait, I know you,” he mutters.

“I’m Garrett Stone.” I reach my hand out to shake his.

He snaps his fingers. “That’s right. You just joined us not that long ago.” He shakes my hand. “Nice to meet you. Ms. Kelly left for the day. She dips out at five on Mondays to swim downstairs after all the guys clear out. Is there something I can help you with?”

“Nah, that’s okay. It can wait until tomorrow. You have a great night.” I spin around and bust ass to the elevator.

Reagan Kelly in a little bikini? Don’t mind if I do.

The training room is dark except for the security lights. I make my way towards the pool. I look around, making sure there’s no one left before slipping into the pool area.

There she is.

Reagan’s swimming laps in a light purple bikini. I strip off my shirt and my shorts before slowly lowering myself into the water in her path. She stops an arm’s length from me, pushing her hair back.

Wet fucking dream.

“What are you doing here?” she asks, slightly alarmed.

I reach forward, pulling her towards me. I spin us around so her back is to the ledge, her legs instantly going around my hips. She gasps, making my dick harder, goosebumps covering her skin. I lean forward and lick the column of her neck, making her moan, echoing off the walls.

“Garrett,” she warns.

I pull at the strings on her hips, releasing the swim bottoms. I stare at her, shifting her bikini top, freeing her breasts. I lean forward and pull a nipple into my mouth making her gasp, releasing it with a pop.

“Tell me to stop, Reagan,” I demand.

“Keep going, Stone.” She grinds down on me.

My mind goes back to earlier. The way she moaned around my dick. How she swallowed every last drop without hesitation.

My willpower breaks. If she wants to feel good, I won’t deny her. I would give this woman about anything after the way she sucked my cock.

“Hold on, baby,” I tell her, pulling her to the steps. I set her on the top one, just out of the water, but still out of view if anyone looks in.

Anyone could walk in at any minute. That’s part of the thrill, though. Doing something risky with the idea that you could be caught.

I look up at her, giving her one more out. When she pulls me down for a kiss, I know she wants this as much as I do.

Leaning down, I kiss the inside of both of her thighs.

“Garrett.” She sighs.

I don’t give her a moment more of thought though. Instead, I lean in, kissing her pussy. Using one hand to hold her lips open, I swipe my tongue across her clit, causing her to arch farther into me. Keeping my tongue focused on her clit, I use my other hand to circle her entrance.

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