Page 45 of Veil

CANNON

Kneeling in the middle of the bed with her head lowered is my angel. With her ass resting on heels and her palms flat on her thighs. I wonder if her perfect submissive pose is intentional. Her blonde hair is twisted into a messy knot on the top of her head with a few tendrils hanging down and framing her face. A white leather harness is fastened just beneath her naked breasts, and peeking over the tops of her shoulders is a pair of small, leather angel wings.

The sight makes me weak in the knees. “Have you been a good girl this week?”

“Yes,” she clips, lacking her usual breathy response.

Tilting my head, I take a moment to study her closely. She seems agitated. My gaze drops to her hands, now balled into fists. “Something’s different about you tonight.”

She draws in a breath through her nose, and some of the tension leaves her body. “It’s our last night together, so I thought I’d dress up,” she explains.

Is that why she’s upset? Was she hoping I’d ask to spend more time with her?

I have to admit I’m going to miss this. I considered extending the contract, but this was never supposed to be long-term. She’s grown too attached to the fantasy, and while I’ve enjoyed worshiping every part of her body, it’s time to move on.

Placing two fingers under her chin, I tilt her head up. “Thank you, angel.” I bend down and press my lips to hers. “But that’s not what I meant.”

“What?”

“You’re shivering,” I point out. “Are you cold?”

“No.” She makes a sound in her throat. “Something happened this week.”

“Oh?” Maybe I mistook her agitation for excitement.

“My boss asked me on a date. God, X, this man… ugh. He’s just so….” She cuts herself off with a grimace, sinking her top teeth into her plump bottom lip. “Can I talk about this stuff with you?”

Why do I suddenly feel jealous?

“Makayla, it’s your fantasy. If you want to talk about boys while I paint your fingernails, then that’s what we’ll do.”

“Let’s not get crazy.” She snorts, and I picture her rolling those beautiful blue eyes. “And technically it’s supposed to be your fantasy. I’m your guest.”

“My fantasy is worshiping you.”

She goes quiet for a second then says, “Can I ask you something?”

“You can ask me anything.” She opens her mouth, but I quickly add, “Though I might not answer.”

Her full lips twist to the side. “Fine,” she says, feigning annoyance. “How did you know my name?”

My brows shoot to my hairline. I wasn’t expecting that. “It’s on the contract.”

Technically, it’s not a lie. I’d been careful to avoid her as much as possible since she started working for my company. And while we’re here together, I keep my voice low, just above a whisper.

“Oh.” She sounds disappointed.

“Any more questions?” I ask, and she shakes her head. “Then lie back and tell me about your sexy boss.”

She barks out a laugh. “I never said he was sexy, but—” She shifts on the bed with her head on the pillow. “—he is. We met on the elevator a couple weeks ago. The way he looked at me, I swear I almost melted into a puddle at his feet. Then this past Wednesday, he came into the break room on my floor. He startled me, and I spilled coffee on his shoes.” She presses her lips together in amusement, and I can’t help but smile. She’s so fucking cute. “Anyway, long story short, he asked me for coffee, and then he asked me on a date.”

She squeezes her thighs together as she continues. “I’ve been fantasizing about him, X.”

I wrap my hand around my hard cock and squeeze to relieve the pulsing ache. “What do you fantasize about?”

“Everything,” she says breathily. “His mouth. His hands. His cock. I imagine myself on top with him buried deep inside me, filling me, possessing me to the point that it hurts so good.”

My jaw clenches as I crawl onto the bed and settle between her thighs. The tip of my cock brushes her entrance, and she rolls her hips instinctively. “Do you want me to be him tonight?”

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