Sasha
Dexter was a good-looking man, but not just jaw-dropping good-looking. He was a knickers-drenching, fist-clenching, heart-pounding, fever-inducing, sizzling hot man. Some men were born with a great voice, charisma and looks, but obviously Dexter thought that he was blessed with all of these things. He apparently had this irresistible talent for melting women’s knickers off just with one look. How did I know it?
Because right then I was one of those women.
His eyes were sending scorching heat through me into my bones, melting me like boiling lava. I was so lost when I stared back at his strong jaw, untidily trimmed beard and fit body. He either didn’t like to shave or he preferred looking scruffy. Okay, I had to calm down, because right then I was dribbling over his level of hotness. This was pathetic and wrong on so many levels. I had to fill out the damn paperwork and get the hell out of his office before I lost all my self-respect and became one of those women he played with. His eyes scanned my chest every five seconds and he knew that I noticed.
“Is that your pick-up line? Is this supposed to work for the ladies?” I laughed, trying to mask the nervousness in my voice. Nine months ago, I had sworn off men, promising the universe that love wasn’t for me. Now, I was getting wet because of some hot asshole. I couldn’t let him spoil my stay here just because he was horny. The problem with guys like him was not only the fact that he thought he was God, but also the fact that he had so much money he didn’t know what to do with it, and it gave him a superiority complex.
I shifted my body on the chair, mildly aware of my increasing lust; he was seducing me slowly and painfully. “I’m not one of those girls, so give me the damn paperwork,” I quipped, failing to hide my uneasiness.
His eyes roved over my chest, flickering with something—hunger, desire; whatever it was, it made me feel even more lost to him.
Dexter opened the drawer and threw a paper towards me, smirking. I detested the fact that he was the exact type that I would go for: rough, toned and confident. It was a shame that I had to stay away. Guys like him would eat women like me for supper. Besides, I assumed that he had some sort of dark, twisted, secret side to him. All men have one.
It took me a minute to write down everything that went on in the corridor. After I signed my name on the bottom, I stood up ready to leave. I wished I’d decided to wear something much more elegant. I looked completely out of place in my old jeans.
“There, deal with it, Mr. Tyndall,” I said firmly. “It’s a good thing that I won’t be here for long.”
“I assume that you want to sell the apartment?” he asked in much gentler tone, like he was indeed curious.
“My mother wants me to put it on the market as soon as possible.”
“That’s a shame; if you had been nicer to me, maybe I could have helped you with finding a buyer,” he stated and then he stood up suddenly. My skin prickled with a wave of lust that dove down to my core. His eyes were stripping me of my clothes as he lowered his gaze for the hundredth time to my boobs.
“I don’t need your help. I’m putting the place on the market today. It’s a desirable apartment. I’ll have a secure deal by the end of the week, I’m sure.”
He chuckled,
to freaking move, but I couldn’t. My legs weren’t working. I
you
by the end of the week,” I assured him.
I backed away until I hit the wall. My knees were shaking. He stood inches away from me, and I could smell his earthy aftershave. My heart was racing, his eyes drilling me back to the wall. Why did
on the market tomorrow,” I said quietly, almost whispering, backing as far away as I could, but I had nowhere to run. His lips turned up at the
him and I hated myself for it. “I’m already imagining you in my bed, with me devouring your tight, wet pussy, hearing you scream for me.
was no way that I was sleeping with him for the sake of a sale. Who the hell did he think he was? I wanted to come up with something, anything, but no sound came out. Desire consumed my mind and I just stood there waiting for him to kiss me. How lame. His eyes searched my face, watching and expecting me to lose this battle. My hormones were screaming with need. I hadn’t had sex for months; well, nine months to be exact.
divine. I couldn’t remember when I had ever been kissed this way. He devoured me. His hands were on my body under my top, running over the naked flesh on my stomach. He pressed me harder against the wall, drenching me as his lips moved
on me. I caressed his lips with my tongue, wanting and expecting more. A moan escaped my mouth, and that must have given him confidence, because he began
clit. Heat sizzled through me, sliding down under my skin, and I couldn’t help but anticipate more. I almost wanted to beg him not to stop. His cock was pressed against my pelvis and I imagined how would it be if I had him inside me now. Dexter’s fingers melted my flesh, teasing and exploring as my breathing grew laboured.
the images slipped away, pulling me away from the bliss, and I realised that I couldn’t let him play me like this.
opened my eyes and shoved him away from me, breathing like I needed
My body cried over that lost intensity. He’d bewitched me
Dexter
slapped me. In one moment, I was almost fingering her and in the next I felt a sharp sting on my face. Okay, I didn’t anticipate her being violent. I couldn’t even think straight when I pushed her against
touch me again,” she hissed like an
her wrapped around my cock. This time it wasn’t just about the fact that I had to stop thinking about the demons or my
wet for
I took that opportunity to
your fuck buddy. I’ll be out
to listen to her pant for me again. “I told you, I can get you a buyer, but I don’t want to let you
then on I knew that I had to jeopardise whatever her plan was. There was something about this girl. She wasn’t like the others, needy for my attention. She actually detested me. Her steaming anger was an
I’m putting the apartment on the market today whether you like it or not,” she said,