Page 93 of House of Deceit

“This is your fault.”

I mount him again, this time backward. He slaps my ass, driving me harder. As I slam myself on his cock over and over again, his grunts below me are delicious and I eat them up.

“Charlie, I’m going to come,” he says seconds before I feel him spill his seed inside me. I ride him through his orgasm until I find my own.

Rolling off of him, I lie panting on the ground beside him.

“Wow,” he says simply and we both laugh. “We should probably talk about how to keep you from the bottom two going forward.”

We both sit up and arrange our clothes, once more back in the game.

I watch as Parker and Charlie run on the treadmills. Sweat rolls down her back, her sports bra doing nothing to cover her glistening skin. My mouth waters at the thought of her riding me with equal fervor. My pants tighten as I consider releasing the pressure. My phone dings as I unbuckle my belt. Pausing, I grab it up off my desk.

My office. Now.

Shoving my chair back, I leave my office, my lust dying as my heart starts galloping on my way to Sheila’s office. Her assistant is standing beside her closed door, tapping away on the tablet in her hands.

“Hey, I was summoned?” I ask, the formality kicking off alarm bells in my head.

She nods before knocking as she opens the door. “Mr. King is here to see you.”

“Send him in.”

She moves out of my way and I walk into the room, my stride stuttering as I see one of the attorneys from when we had to determine if Charlie was going to stay in the competition or not. He pushes his glasses up his nose.

“Alec, take a seat.”

“What’s going on, Sheila?” I start sweating as I try not to squirm under her stern gaze.

“This is a yes or no question. I expect to hear nothing beyond one of those words come out of your mouth. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

“Did you enter the house?”

“Yes.”

“Did you have sex with Charlie Price?”

My heart stops beating. I consider lying but know it will do me no good. She wouldn’t be asking this question if she didn’t know the answer.

“Yes.”

Sheila looks toward the attorney and I see the death of the career I’ve always wanted.

“Larry, what are the repercussions? Could we be sued? Does she need to be expelled from the competition?”

He pushes his glasses up his nose again, scooting to the front of his chair. Horror that my actions could ruin everything Charlie has worked for takes over. She is mere days from the finale and my inability to remain professional might make her lose this show.

“There is no rule in the contract that a contestant can’t have sexual relations with someone on the show. It does not specify that would exclude members of production. As such, Ms. Price has done nothing wrong and can stay on the show. The goal is to keep this under wraps since it was obvious the”—he clears his throat and straightens his tie—“activities were consensual.”

Relief that she is safe washes over me as my brain catches on one of Larry’s words.

“What does he mean ‘obvious’?” I ask Sheila.

“Alec, you couldn’t think we wouldn’t show the event to the attorneys who are charged with protecting not just your ass, but this show’s!”

“That was a private moment—”

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