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Starting to move away, I was about to spin on my heels to retrace the route I had left before when I heard her say, “Wait!I’m not done with you yet.”

“Yes?”

“Come here before me, Reiss.” Her eyes glinted as she ordered me about. I did as she asked. “I need you to take off your shirt,” she saucily demanded as I stared holes into her.

“I don’t think that’s appropriate. Your mother, Mrs. Watson—” I argued, but she cut me off with a snap of her fingers.

“I’m your boss, too, and I’m ordering you to take your shirt off,” she challenged me as our eyes battled.

The snotty attitude usually turned me off, but there was something about her that made me lose my common sense. Her unchallenging gaze somehow made me gather the ends of my shirt, taking it off just as she had commanded. Holding my shirt in my hand, I glanced down at the bossy princess, wondering what she would do next.

Her eyes marveled on my upper body before she reached out to trace the rigid muscles of my abdomen.

“God …I can’t believe you’re real …” Her eyes were dazed as her hands wandered about on my skin, feeling whatever she could. “You’re perfection, Reiss.”

Her close inspection had lit my body with anticipation. As much as I wanted to argue that this could get me in trouble, I couldn’t deny the amazing feel of her hands all over me. There was something about her I wanted to please, and my heart had soared when she had said I was perfect in her eyes.

“Touch me,” she whispered before guiding my hand between her legs, nestling in the heat of her womanhood. “Make me feel good.”

“Ava …” Reluctantly, my hands cupped her heat before I heard her moan my name. There was nothing sexier than the sound of my name being said in such an erotic way—the wayshedid it.

Focusing on her face, my fingers rubbed against the fabric of her underwear, feeling it soak with her juices.

She groaned, hands clinging on to me. “I want to feel your fingers …please,” she begged with a sob. “Show me how good you can make me feel.”

I did as she requested, my fingers delving into her hot folds, aiming to seek her sweet spot that would grant her wishes to fruition.

Seconds stretched into minutes as I probed into her, basking in her moans and her scent that filled my nostrils, thinking then that it was the most sensual aroma I had ever smelt on a girl before. She smelled like roses—subtle and seductive, just like her.

My mind drew blank as I focused on her and what she wanted from me. It was as if I was her slave with no will of my own. Had she wanted more from me, I decided then I wouldn’t dare protest. Anything she’d ask, I’d give. However, I knew, deep down, I shouldn’t let my fascination guide me, because it was only a matter of time until we got caught.

I wanted her. I craved to taste her … feel her. Yet I knew I shouldn’t. She was forbidden and should remain untouched beyond this night.

After I accomplished giving her an orgasm, I gradually pulled my fingers away, fighting the urge to lick the wetness that soaked my skin. She had her eyes closed, lips spread wide, grinning from ear to ear, as if she’d had the most enjoyable experience.

“That was marvelous, Reiss,” she dreamily sighed. “Meet me again tomorrow night at this very spot?”

Holly and I had something planned tomorrow night, and I wasn’t sure what time we’d be done. “I’ll try. You see, I’ve already made plans.”

“Do try, Reiss.” She straightened her dress before she faced me, looking more beautiful than a second ago. “Thank you.” She tiptoed to reach my lips, granting me a soft brush of a kiss before leaning towards my ear. “I look forward to seeing you tomorrow night.”

Without a backward glance, she left me alone in the darkness of the night, watching after her, still unsure what had occurred. My cock ached after servicing her, and even though I had been pleasured by Holly’s willing body earlier on, I found myself needing to wank off, thinking of only one thing.

Ava.

Consequently, I marched into the cottage and to my bedroom with that one purpose in mind. Dreaming of the angel who teased me to no end, I stroked my shaft, needing to release the blasted frustration she had imbedded in my cock after I had felt her wet pussy coming all over my hand.

I didn’t sleep until my cock tired off and the sun was cresting for dawn.

I was spellbound to the person I couldn’t have.How tragic is that?I thought fleetingly as sleep finally conquered me.

CHAPTER80

Reiss

I wokeup hours later with vivid thoughts of her. At first, I thought I had been dreaming, but one sniff of my fingers gave me an indication that last nighthadhappened. Her essence faintly lingered, and as much as I didn’t want to wash my hands so I could smell her on me all day, I knew I had to shower before heading to work alongside my father.

Throughout the day, I pondered what I’d do tonight. Although I wanted to see her again, I knew better.

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