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Chapter Five
Emilio
Even in my sexiest dreams, I would never have pictured her in the bathtub. She’s gorgeous, sexy and her eyes were eating me up. She’s so fucking sexy I couldn’t even stop looking at her all vulnerable in the bathtub.
I rub the back of my neck trying to calm down my erection. Larysa is going to be the death of me and I have to figure out how to make sure I keep this as professional as possible.
I refuse to jack off like a fucking horny teenager. I refuse to whack off in the shower.
There is a light knock on the door making me shake out of my pity party. “What?” I call out through the door and swing it open.
Standing in front of me is Larysa with her hair in a pony and pajamas on. Her pajamas are not sexy but cute with the wide-legged pants and off-the-shoulder sweater. Her hair is tied in a top knot with little pieces of hair falling.
She looks amazing. I’m yearning to pull her into the room, push her against the wall and start kissing her from the top of her head until I get to her toes. Spending special attention on the part in the middle.
“Need something?” I bark out. Being this close to Larysa is dangerous for me. My dick is already begging to come out and play with her… This is just confusing me even more.
“I just, uh,” she begins with her eyes tracing me up and down until she gets to the bulge in my pants. “I just wanted to apologize for earlier.”
“What about earlier?” I question. I’m not letting her get off this easily. She came over here to fuck with me some more and I don’t need it. I need to get my brain out of my cock and start focusing on the job.
Larysa’s eyes travel up to me and scan my face until she reaches my lips. She licks her lips seductively and walks a little closer.
I take a step back. “No.”
She blinks a couple of times. “No?”
I nod. “No.”
“No what?”
“You’re looking at me like you want to kiss me.”
“I am? I didn’t know I was…”
I walk away from the doorway into the main part of the room hoping to get some much-needed space. She’s walking up behind me but stops before she is close enough to touch me.
“I’m not going to kiss you. I’m not the type of man that stops at kissing. I’m the type of man that stops with my dick buried in your tight pussy until you beg me to stop.”
Her eyes widen.
“Too dirty?” I taunt.
“I…”
Smirking at her, I point towards the door. “If that is too much for you, I’m not the one for you. I’m not interested in being your walk on the wild side. I’m not interested in being a play toy. Me fucking you into the mattress isn’t going to keep you safe. Good night.”
She looks frustrated and surprised at my bluntness. “I’m sorry,” she mutters.
I shrug. “Peaches, I’m not the kind of guy you put in your Barbie Dreamhouse. I need to get some sleep.”
