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I'm lying face down on the couch. My butt is sticking up slightly as he kneels behind me and pulls out of me.
I'm completely exhausted and whisper: "If you want to go again, go ahead. But I can't move anymore."
I will never complain about exercising again no matter if it's weightlifting, jogging, or jumping rope. This was much more intense and it came with several rewards that I don't get from exercise. The dopamine and serotonin kicks are really awesome, but they don’t hold a candle to orgasms.
Smiling, I lie there trying to catch my breath while he gets up and adjusts himself. Unlike me, he kept most of his clothes on.
And then there's a slap on my ass.
"Hey!" “Hey!” I exclaim in alarm, which makes him laugh. Am I a horse that needs to be patted down after being ridden really hard? Seriously!
"I think I'm quite satisfied. Do you want to join me in the shower?"
"Quite satisfied? Have I fulfilled the first part of the deal now, or not?"
I slowly sit up as he extends his hand. After brief hesitation, I take it. Alex helps me stand up.
"Yes, you have. My bedroom is upstairs. The shower too."
I say seriously.
"Okay," he says rather indifferently.
That bothers me. He's not even fighting for a chance to do it a third time?
"Even though the sex is great, it just can't happen again."
He nods in agreement. "Best sex I've ever had. But yes, it should stay this way. From Monday on, we need to be professional."
Is he serious? He's not even grinning. So, this isn't a joke on his part?
"Do you want to shower alone? I have a guest bathroom down here."
"Yes," I reply, still standing next to him completely naked.
Alex doesn't even look at my breasts anymore as he fastens his pants.
"Okay, make yourself at home. I'll be right back."
His smile seems forced as he leaves. His face neutral, he exits the living room, and I'm left alone.
What was that all about? I'm totally confused.
I pick up a blanket that has slipped to the floor, wrap myself in it, and sit down. I need to process what just happened to me emotionally.
Chapter 22
Alexander
I didn’t really want to do this. Truly, I didn’t.
Originally, the plan was to annoy her a little and then make her delete the photo, but things got out of hand. Having control over her feels incredibly good. She’s just so different from all the other women I’ve met in my life. Stubborn. Feisty. Calculating?
What is she hoping to gain by sleeping with me? Just a good time, or perhaps a permanent contract that would make it difficult to fire her someday? Right now, it would be easy to let her go during the probation period, but not after that.
I step into the shower and let the warm water run down my body while I think.
Is she after my money? Does she hope for an easier life if we have a relationship? I wish I could see inside her head.
