Page 20 of I Accidentally Hired a Shadow Walker
You like to be in control, don’t you?
The echoes of Raymond’s voice were there, challenging me to continue. Though I should have rolled over and denied this mental nudge, I didn’t. Moments later, my fingers gently rolled across my clit, and the shiver stretched over my body with that first contact. I bit my lip as I added a little more pressure to my touch.
Don’t think ofhim.
I tried my best not to. I didn’t want to have Raymond on my mind as I worked my body the way only I could, but nothing worked.
With each stroke of my fingers, with each catch of my breath, the vision of him became clearer—smooth brown skin, thick beard, green eyes, long locs with evidence of gray spiraling through the length. I saw his full lips, his strong shoulders, those arms sleeved with smokey ink. The image of him in my mind urged me to increase the pressure on my clit.
He was there. I could feel the weight of his body on top of me, the warmth of his breath against my neck, even drips of his sweat hitting my flesh as he pinned me to the mat. My nose flooded with the scent of him. It was consuming and overwhelming, but the image in my mind, the experience of him, encouraged me to keep going.
My fingers rolled across my clit, but that wasn't enough. I needed more, and so I reached lower, spreading my lips and slipping two fingers into my pussy. Needing more leverage, I sat up, bracing my back against the headboard with my legs stretched wide while I worked myself, but even that wasn't enough. So, I reached into the drawer, pulling out my toy.
Thank God, I had already charged it up. I hit the power, and it came to life, buzzing and rotating.
Too bad this thing doesn’t come attached to a man.
I slipped it inside me, and as it moved, pulsating, rotating, coaxing me to orgasm, I gripped the headboard with my free hand to steady myself.
You want to keep going?
His question kept rolling through my mind. I wanted more, so much more. But I wouldn’t allow him to give it to me. Still, I answered that questionin my mind.
“Yes! Yes!” I called out as I let the tension build between my legs. I held on, wanting it to last just a little longer.
And then, against everything I knew, against my better judgment, I called out his name as I came.
“Oh yes, Raymond!”
My body trembled as the orgasm erupted between my legs. I felt my juices spray across the mattress between my legs, and then, as the shivers subsided, I heard it.
Loud and clear. Deep and demanding.
“Good girl.”
I freaked out, reaching for the lamp on my nightstand.
“What the hell?” I looked around, as if expecting to find someone there, but of course, I was alone. I pulled the covers over my body and popped up on my knees.
“Damnit!”
7
Night Shift
For the next week, I avoided Raymond at all costs. When Natalie tried to schedule meetings, I created excuses so bad, even she raised a questioning brow.
“How many dental appointments are you going to have this week?” she asked after I recycled the excuse. “And why are you going after the office closes?”
“Hey, I get special treatment, and I have a serious toothache.”
“Right.” She gave me a side eye. “So what do you want me to tell Raymond? He seems to really want this meeting. I’m not sure why he hasn’t just called you like he usually does.”
Maybe because I blocked him, so all his calls go straight to voicemail.
I shrugged. “No idea!”
“Oh, you’re going to need to do a fill-in at the site,” she said. “Luke is sick and needs the night off.”
