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Kayla gasps. Her eyes gleam with bewilderment. “You are so possessive, Richard. I didn’t know you had the streak in you.”
“There’re a lot of things you don’t know about me, Kayla,” I say in a gruff voice, suddenly overcome by my animal nature. Damn. I get carried away. I’m steeping over the boundary. I’ve got to stop.
But Kayla isn’t letting me. “I want to know more about you,” she murmurs in a husky voice, her bosom heaving.
I groan. “So do I.”
I rip open her shirt, cup her silken swell, and squeeze it. As she moans, I peel one of her bra cups down and let her lush bounty spill. Fuck me. She’s gorgeous.
Kayla whimpers, her eyes filled with lust as she waits eagerly for my next move. Before my brain gets a chance to function, I lift her up and set her on top of the bar counter, and swoop down to capture her dusky tip in my mouth.
“Oh, Richard,” She moans, nails digging into my arms.
I feast on her ripe fruits, teasing and savoring her swollen rose buds. And then I kneel in front of her, push her skirt up, and kiss her inner thighs.
Kayla’s breathing becomes shallow as she stares at me with dreamy eyes. The moment I brush my knuckle against her panties, she fists my hair.
“Do I have your permission to know your secrets, Kayla?” I rasp.
Her voice trembles. “Yes.”
I breathe in sharply and hook a finger under the fabric. Christ. She’s all dripping with desire. I skim my finger over her slippery folds, watching her eyes turn stormy. “Richard. This is amazing,” she says between pants. “I want more.”
I grunt as I tug at the waistband of her panties and pull them all the way down.
I spread her legs wide, and suck in a breath when I see the portal of her womanhood pulsating and glistening. “Hold on to me, baby,” I rasp. “I’m gonna feast on that sweet pussy of yours.”
Eyes fixed on her, I lick her succulent petals from bottom up.
Kayla lets out a shuddering breath and yanks my hair. I ignore the pain and go on to pillage her sacred place, devouring her and pleasuring her at the same time. Kayla’s breath comes in tiny pants, her heels rubbing my back as she squirms.
“Don’t stop, please,” she whimpers. “I like it. I really like it!”
I flick my tongue against her sensitive nub and reach a hand to tweak her nipple, and she jolts, screaming my name and spilling a puddle of sizzling cream onto my face.
I kiss Kayla’s once again before she walks out of the restaurant. “Safe drive home, sweetheart. See you tomorrow. Think about what I said. Quit that job, okay?”
She nods. “See you tomorrow.”
Before driving home, I splash cold water onto my face in the restroom and look at myself in the mirror. What have I just done? I’ve just eaten my employee out on the bar counter. Shit. And she is my daughter’s best friend. I’m screwed. I’ve done something forbidden. Although clearly she wanted it, I still feel guilty doing it. I like the girl, but she deserves better.
Chapter 9
Kayla
I sing along with the radio when I drive home, although my mind is still trapped in the delicious moment when Richard tastes my womanhood. Oh my! How little did I know my body prior to tonight! And Richard, I definitely didn’t know much about him.
Now I’m in a dilemma. What should I do? Richard tried to convince me to quit my job at J L Electronics and I told him I would consider.
My mom is still up when I get home.
“You’re late,” she says. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes, Mom,” I say. “I’m fine.”
She looks me up and down. “You look different, Kayla. You’re flushing and your eyes are dazzling.”
It’s useless to lie to my mom because she knows me too well. “The truth is, I got two promotions today.” I tell her half of the truth.
