Page 392 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
And for some reason I had the sudden urge to sneeze. I wiggled my nose to try to make the urge stop.
He groaned again from the movements I was making. And then he slowly pulled out. “Scarlett, that was amazing.”
“Mhm,” I said with my mouth full.
“Are you going to swallow or do you want me to find a tissue?”
“Tissue,” I tried to mumble, because I was seconds away from sneezing.
“One sec.” Jacob zipped up his pants just as the door behind us started to open again.
Mr. Nigel walked in. “Sorry I’m a bit early, I forgot that I also need to draw the mademoiselle a bath. There’s just too much to do...” His voice trailed off when he saw me on my knees. “Did you fall again?” He hurried over to me.
Ah! No!I had a mouthful of cum! And no tissue. I somehow managed to swallow it before Mr. Nigel reached me. But as I was swallowing, I also lost control and sneezed. And all I felt was fire in my nostrils. “Ah!” I yelled. I was pretty sure the cum had somehow gotten into my nose when I sneezed.
“Are you okay?” Mr. Nigel asked as he helped me to my feet.
“My nose,” I said. “It’s on fire.” I started coughing but it didn’t help.
Mr. Nigel looked at Jacob. “She needs a sinus rinse! We need a neti pot stat! She’s having some kind of allergic reaction to something in the air!”
I shook my head. I didn’t want him to think I needed medical attention. “Water,” I croaked.
“Water!” Mr. Nigel sprinted into the kitchen.
“Are you okay?” Jacob asked. But it really looked like he wanted to burst out laughing.
“I have your cum in my nose,” I hissed.
His resolve snapped and he started laughing.
“It’s not funny, Jacob.” I shoved his arm.
“It’s a little funny. You had done such a good job until you sneezed.”
I sighed and coughed. “I’m a disaster.”
“You’re not a disaster.”
“But that was.” I put my face in my hands.
“I swear it was really good,” he said.
But of course he’d say that.
“Can we maybe practice that again?” I asked. “And I’ll try not to sneeze? Or you could finish on me. Which one do you prefer?”
“Both.”
I laughed and coughed again. “So gross.”
“Well now this is just insulting,” he said.
“You try getting it in your nose!”
“No thanks.”
“Your water,” Mr. Nigel said. He handed me a champagne flute full of water and slapped me on the back. “You okay?”
