Page 19 of I Accidentally Hired a Shadow Walker
Cushioned blow or not, that shit still hurt. Once again, I tried to shift my weight to escape what was basically a pin, but he overpowered me.
Girl, get the hell out of this!
My mind screamed at me to flee while that lower brain was saying,no, don’t stop him! I listened to the mind led by logic. This was a man I worked with! I couldn’t be having moments edging on sexual tension. I ignored my increased heart rate, told myself it was because of the workout and not my raging hormones. It took some doing, but I slipped from his hold and pushed him across the room. Once again, I repeated an earlier move.
The moment he was away from me, I leaped to my feet, ran to the opposite side of the room, then turned and headed back toward him with a jump, knee aimed for the face. Raymond caught me midair and slammed me down again. This time, he had me on the floor, all his weight pushing me down as he grinned.
“You want another one?” he asked through heavy breaths. “I can keep slamming you all night. Just say the word.”
That time, I tapped into my power, just enough to give me the strength to lift him from my chest. I rotated beneath him so our bodies were crossed then lifted my leg, slamming it into the side of his head. Raymond rolled away,popped back up, and tackled me. We rolled around, shifting between different holds, slams, and sweeps.
In the last move, I ended up on top of him, my legs straddling him. I used the strength of my thighs to lock him in place beneath me. I held his shoulders down and grinned.
“Gotcha!” The sound of joy that escaped me surprised both of us.
“Yeah, you did.” He chuckled, and then I felt his hand move. He could have knocked me off, but he didn’t. He placed his palm flat on my back as his eyes glanced down at my position on top of him. “You want to keep going?”
And there was the instant response from my lower half. My walls tightened, Kegel style, and I squeezed my eyes shut as I hopped off him.
“No, I think I’m done!” I raced out of the gym, leaving him on the floor. I didn’t shower or even lock up before I left. He knew the protocol. I headed straight to my car and raced home before I did something I would regret.
I made the drive from my office to the house with the windows wide open. The cool air was supposed to help me calm down, and at first, it did. That was, until the chill reached my nipples. After that, every bump in the road sparked a jolt in my bra. I squirmed in my seat, and tried my best not to break any laws.
Make it home. All I had to do was make it home, and then I could fix this. The problem was the scent. A mixture of his cologne and his sweat was all over me. The smell filled my car even with the windows open. It was like a cloud hanging around me. I touched the top of the jar that hung from my rearview mirror. It was full of scented oil that coated my fingertips, and I rubbed it beneath my nose to try to mask the smell.
As soon as I pulled into my garage, I hopped from the car and started stripping my clothes away. Before I hit the bathroom, I was fully naked. Fuck waiting for the water to reach the prime temperature. I turned it on and stepped right intothe stream. The shock of the water worked, but again, it didn’t last. I scrubbed my body clean, trying to avoid my nipples, stopping myself from lingering between my legs.
“I cannot do this!” I fussed at myself. “No! I refuse to masturbate while thinking about that man. I will not give him that power over me.”
Maybe it was a silly superstition, but I had a rule. I never pleasured myself while focusing on one man. To me, it felt like casting a spell I wanted no part of. Sexual energy was powerful, and to think of a man, to send that kind of energy to him for him to claim over me, was something I would never do! But there was no way I could orgasm that night without thinking of Raymond.
Out of the shower, bonnet snatched from the warmer, I headed to bed. I could just sleep it off. Close my eyes and wake up to a new day not full of sexual tension. All I had to do was avoid direct contact with Raymond for a few days, and everything would be fine.
I laid on my bed and forced my eyes shut.
And just as my mind quieted, the phone buzzed. I looked over to see the message on the phone I’d tossed on the floor.
Don’t look at it! You know it's him!
Did I listen to myself? Of course not. I picked the phone up, and yep, it was him.
Raymond: I locked up the place. Next time, I won’t hold back.
Without responding, I put the phone on the charger and climbed back into bed. Thanks to my foolish decision to check the message, Raymond was fresh in my mind. I’d washed his scent from my flesh but could somehow still smell him whenmy eyes closed.
I can keep slamming you all night.His words echoed in my mind. I grabbed my pillow and covered my face.You want to keep going?There his voice was again, teasing me with innuendo.
“That’s not what he meant!” I fussed aloud.
Yes. I wanted more, so much more, but I couldn’t let him know that. I couldn’t let him know how my body responded to him or how I went from wanting to punch his face to wanting to sit on it.
And running out of there like a fool was a great way to keep my cover!
“Breathe, girl!” I rubbed my hand over my chest, but even that soothing action just made matters worse. I imagined it was his hand on me, and he wasn’t trying to calm me down. Raymond wanted to excite me.
“Dammit!” I ripped the covers away, exposing my naked flesh to the cool air. “This is exactly what he meant to do! Get me all riled up! Why did I let this happen?”
My heart rate was already quickening as my flesh won the war against my mind. My hand slid from my chest, inching down my skin with determination. I shuttered as my own hand felt foreign to me, moving across my stomach and pausing just above my pussy. Did I really want to do this right now? What would it mean if I did?
