by Kimberly Fox
“He couldn’t figure out how to start the helicopter, and he wanted me to help him,” I say with a shrug.
Riley looks up at the top of the helicopter parked on the roof and I cringe. “I didn’t see it start.”
My face is red. My face is never red.
“I lied and told him I couldn’t start it,” I say, hurrying away from the scene of the crime. “I didn’t want him behind the controls of the rotary blades. Knowing him, he’d cut someone’s head off.”
“Good thinking,” she says, turning back to me. “That could have gotten ugly.”
I swallow hard, thinking of Kara’s failed seduction. “Yup.”
That could have gotten really ugly.
Chapter Twenty
Riley
“Is this how you spoil your girlfriends?” I ask, grinning as Dex closes the door of the supply closet behind him, plunging us into darkness.
“No,” he whispers. I can feel his presence but can’t see a thing.
I gasp when he shoves his hand up my skirt and cups my sex. “This is how I spoil my girlfriend. Girlfriend singular, not plural.”
Singular, plural, who gives a fuck when his hand is on me like this?
I drop my head back and moan as he teases my opening with his fingertip. I’m already so wet for him.
I was wet for him while I got changed, when I saw him looking fine in a fitted shirt and tie, when we walked down the hall, and when he pulled me into the janitor’s closet and closed the door.
I’m always wet for him.
I have to start drinking more water.
His low and gritty voice gives me warm shivers as it comes out like sandpaper in the darkness. “No panties. I love it.”
“It’s laundry day,” I tease, smiling as his fingertip rubs little circles around my wet hole. “It definitely wasn’t for you.”
I gasp as he slides a finger inside me, slow enough to make my toes curl. I grab his thick forearm and dig my nails into his skin, wanting more.
“Are you sure?” he groans, his beard scratching against my cheek as he kisses my neck. “Because I think you’re going commando so I can have access to your hot, tight, dripping wet pussy whenever I want.”
A throaty moan falls from my parted lips as he slides in a second finger.
I can’t see a thing in the closet, and my lack of sight is only working to amp up my other senses. So, Dex’s already incredibly skilled hands feel fucking fantastic sliding in and out of me right now.
I grab a fistful of his shirt and arch up on my toes as he buries his fingers knuckle deep inside me, his palm pressing against my throbbing clit.
I could come like this if I wanted to, but I don’t. Dex’s cock is way too much fun.
“You like that?” he growls deeply into my ear when I let out a whimper.
“I do.” I smile as I bite my bottom lip. “I love the smell of bleach and paint thinner. It makes me so hot.”
“Funny girl,” he whispers before nibbling on my earlobe. It sends warm shivers cascading down my spine. “Would you prefer that I stop?”
“No,” I gasp, holding his hand right where it belongs. “But I would like to role play. You can be the sexy janitor, and I can be the janitor’s hot wife.”
I can feel him smiling on my neck.
“I want to see you with a mop,” I say, gasping as he presses hard on my clit. “That would be so hot,” I tease.
“You will see me with a mop after,” he says, pushing his body against mine. “This pussy is so fucking wet; your juices will be up to our knees when we’re done.”
My breath catches when I feel his rock-hard dick press against my thigh.
“Then we should get this over with,” I say, reaching for his belt. I grab the smooth leather and pull it out of the buckle. “Let’s see what Mr. Janitor is packing.”
Dex grabs my wrists and pins me to the wall, holding my hands over my head. My heart is pounding so hard. I can’t see a thing, which makes this so much more exhilarating.
He holds my hands up with one hand as he bunches my skirt up with the other. Suddenly his cock slides over my pussy, and I inhale sharply.
His cock feels so good. It’s so hard.
My legs are already trembling as he moves his hands to the back of my thighs and easily lifts me in the air, pinning my back to the wall.
I’m so wet. My head is spinning with desire and need as he positions himself between my legs, lifts me up, and then slowly brings me down onto his cock.
It slides in easily.
I grip his shoulders and moan loudly as he thrusts up inside of me, making me forget where we are, making me forget my own name.
We don’t last long.
The slow, soft, take-our-time sex was earlier this afternoon. This is a hard and dirty quickie before dinner. But not too dirty. There is a shelf of cleaning products beside my head after all.
His big flexed arms are as hard as his dick as he holds me up. He’s so strong. Every hard muscle is like heaven to touch.
“I’m going to come,” he groans into my ear.
My hands run over his soft shirt, feeling his taut back muscles underneath. He picks up the pace even more, driving into me relentlessly.
Our bodies give in at the same time, pulsing in simultaneous orgasms. He roots himself deep within me, and I can feel his huge cock jump and pulse before filling me with his thick, hot cum.
I come hard, digging my mouth into his round shoulder to keep from screaming out as the intense waves of heated pleasure flow through me, from my lowered head to my curled toes.
He lowers me to the ground and we rest against each other as we try to catch our breaths.
“I have bad news,” I say. My throat is burning.
“What?”
“I’m leaving you for the janitor.”
Dex laughs. “We didn’t even make it past twenty-four hours.”
“Sorry,” I say as I smooth my skirt back down. “The janitor has got a huge cock. It’s over.”
“That’s okay,” he says as I hear the clinking of his belt buckle. “I kind of have a thing for the janitor’s hot wife.”
“Watch her,” I say, grinning in the darkness. “I hear she eats men alive.”
Dex chuckles. “Sounds like her.”
“Shut up,” I say, playfully smacking his arm.
“Are you presentable?” he asks.
“Despite the cum leaking down my inner thighs, yes.”
“Sorry about that,” he says, feeling around in the darkness. “I saw some paper towels somewhere around here.”
“No,” I say, resting a hand on him. I think it’s his arm, but he’s so hard all over that it’s hard to tell. “It feels good like this.”
I clench my pussy and moan as I feel his sticky load inside of me. I want to keep it in me throughout dinner. It will be a hot secret just for us.
“Ready?” he asks when I hear him grabbing the door handle.
“For round two?”
“For dinner. Round two is for dessert.”
“Mmmm,” I moan, licking my lips. “Then let’s get dinner over with.”
He opens the door and I flinch, turning my eyes away from the painfully bright sunlight. We wait for a second or two for our eyes to get adjusted and sneak out. Dex closes the door and we walk casually down the hall like two completely innocent people who totally didn’t just have sex.
“What was going on in there?”
Oh, no.
“Shit,” Dex curses.
I swallow hard as I turn around and see Kara standing against the wall with a smug look on her stupid face. She skips over with her evil eyes sparkling like the fires of hell. I gulp. Kara is only happy when she’s about to do some major destruction.
I hold onto Dex’s forearm, bracing for impact.
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite fake couple,” she says, skipping over with her hands behind her back. “What was going on in that closet? It didn’t sound like you were faking it, Riley. Has the
love affair become real?”
“What are you doing?” Dex asks, dropping his hands to his sides. “I think Marv is waiting for you for dinner.”
“He can wait.”
She looks me up and down, grinning as her eyes meet mine. “I never would have picked her for your taste of the week, Dex.”
“Kara.” His deep voice comes out like a warning. His eyes are tight and the vein in his neck is twitching. “Don’t.”
“What?” Kara asks playfully. “I thought you only went for tens. Maybe a nine once in a while.”
She steps toward me and curls her finger into a strand of my hair. “She’s what? A six? Maybe a six point five if you’re on a dry spell, but you’re never on a dry spell are you Dex?”
My stomach drops as her words sink into me, making me want to vomit. Has he really been around that much?
She tilts her head and purses her lips when she sees my face. “Ahh,” she says, clasping her hands in front of her and giving me puppy dog eyes. “Did you actually think he liked you? That’s so cute.”
I know she’s only saying this stuff to get under my skin, but it’s working. It’s what I was worried about all along-that Dex is only using me for sex.
“Did he tell you what he gets if you two sell the yachts?” Her fake-concerned face turns into a wicked grin as she turns to Dex. “Why don’t you tell her Dex?”
He won’t even look at me.
His face is turning red as he glares at Kara with flared nostrils.
“Dex?” I ask. My voice comes out like the squeak of a chipmunk. “What do you get?”
He still doesn’t look at me. He’s sweating despite the cool air conditioning.
“What’s the matter, Dex?” Kara asks, loving every moment of this. “Pussy got your tongue?”
She smiles as she turns back to me. “I’ll tell you since Dex seems to be unusually quiet. He gets your termination papers.”
My stomach hardens as I listen to her. I don’t want to believe her, but the color draining from Dex’s face tells me everything I need to know.
“That’s right,” Kara says, relishing every second of this. “If Dex helps Marvin make the sale, then you get fired. That’s the deal they made. Isn’t that right, Dex?”
I turn to him, staring in disbelief.
He finally looks at me with guilty eyes. “That was before. I shouldn’t have done it, but I didn’t know you back then. I didn’t know I would fall for you.” His words come out so fast. I can’t tell which are true and which are lies.
Was he only pretending to like me, knowing I would be out of his life in a few days?
Kara is grinning like a crazy person. She’s loving every second of this.
“Please, Riley,” Dex says, stepping forward with his arms out. “Please believe me.”
I want to. I desperately want to, but I’m not sure.
I can’t think. My thoughts are spinning as I stare at him in disbelief. I knew he was trouble when I first met him, but I didn’t think he would try to slam a sledgehammer through my life and ruin it.
Kara walks up to me and places a fake consoling hand on my arm. “You’re probably feeling really stupid and embarrassed right now,” she says, nodding her head at me. “But don’t worry. You have every reason to feel stupid and embarrassed.”
Fuck this!
I grab her nipple through her sleek dress and squeeze it as hard as I can, turning it like a stubborn dial on an old radio.
“Ow!” she screams, looking at me in horror as she grabs her injured tit.
“Stay the fuck away from me,” I warn, slamming my shoulder into her as I barrel past her.
I stop in front of Dex and take a deep breath before looking up at him. My heart seems to momentarily stop.
“I’m sorry, Riley,” he says, taking a deep, pained breath. “You know I would have never let you get fired.”
“I don’t know anything for sure anymore,” I say, fighting back tears as I look into his beautiful blue eyes. Why does he have to be so good looking?
I smooth out his tie, exhaling long and slow as I try to steel my nerves.
“It was fun,” I say, smiling tightly as I try to stop my chin from trembling. “But I think we both know that it was never going to work.”
His shoulders drop as all the air huffs out his lungs. He looks crushed.
It’s an act.
It’s always been an act.
“Goodbye, Dex.”
“Wait,” he says, turning to me with his arms out. He has a desperate look on his face. “Where are you going?”
I stop at the entrance of the dining room and turn back to him. My throat is burning as I fight back tears.
“I’m getting my money. And then I’m getting the hell out of here.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Dex
“You fucking bitch.” I want to snap Kara’s neck for that.
“Love you too!” she says, blowing me a kiss before skipping into the dining room, enjoying the wreckage that she just created.
I feel like breaking something.
I feel like burning this place down.
I feel like throwing up.
“Shit,” I curse as I loosen my tie. My chest is so tight, and I can hardly breathe. Why the fuck did she have to do that?
Things were going so great. And Kara just had to ruin it.
I drop my head and sigh, feeling guilt seep into every cell of my body. This is your fault.
Maybe Riley is right. Maybe I am too reckless.
I didn’t even stop to think of what it would be like for her to get fired. I was only thinking of myself.
I probably deserve this.
Does anyone ever deserve to have their heart crushed and broken?
I take a deep breath and follow the girls into the dining room. Prince Kalib is snapping his fingers at the staff, getting them to bring drinks as everyone sits stone-faced at the table.
Marv is sulking with his elbows on a stack of contracts, Kara is glaring at my girl as she holds her right tit, and Riley is downing a glass of wine like she’s on stage at Spring Break in a chugging competition.
“Welcome, Dex,” Prince Kalib says, waving me over. “I was waiting for everyone to arrive before I extend your invitations for the rest of the week.”
“No!” the four of us all shout in a simultaneous panic. The thought of spending a week with any of these people-with the exception of Riley-is making my stomach feel sicker than it already is.
“That’s very nice of you,” Riley says to the prince. “But unfortunately, we have to get back home. Work obligations.”
“Right,” the prince says, lowering his head. He was born with a silver shovel in his mouth, and he probably hasn’t had to work a day in his life. That’s probably why he’s so bored that he wants us to stay.
Marv clears his throat. “I’d love to talk to you about the yachts before we leave,” he says, rifling through the papers. “I have the contracts here.”
I sneak over to Riley and duck down beside her while the prince is distracted. “Can I talk to you for a second?”
Her body is tense. If she was a lioness her claws would be digging into the armrest of the chair. “As my fake husband, my boyfriend, or the asshole who tried to get me fired?” she asks.
I lean into her ear and whisper. “As the janitor.”
She chuckles for a second before scowling again. “I’m already clean. Kara’s a dirty whore. Why don’t you go try with her?”
“Come on, Riley. Let me explain.”
“What’s to explain? I was nervous on my first day of work, and you tried to get me fired because I didn’t give you a blow job.”
“Well, when you put it like that, I sound like a total asshole.”
She shrugs. “Exactly. At least now you can see yourself through my eyes.”
“And what about the past few days? You can’t deny that we have a connection.”
“I was faking,” she says, holding her chin in the ai
r. “As were you, apparently.”
“Fine,” I whisper as frustration burns through me. “You want to pretend like it was all fake, then fine.” I rise to my feet, straighten my shirt, walk to the other side of the table, and grab a chair.
“Here you go, Mr. Jameson,” the butler says, handing me a beer.
“Thanks,” I mumble, sitting down directly across from my fake wife.
Riley looks at Prince Kalib and smiles.
I grit my teeth together as I stare her down. My world is crumbling down around me and she’s smiling. She’s fucking smiling!
“Just sign here,” Marv says, desperately trying to shove a contract into the prince’s hands.
Prince Kalib isn’t having any of it. He just turns to Kara, ignoring Marv’s borderline frantic words.
Uh-oh. The big man is going to lose it.
He’s not the only one. I’m feeling myself start to slip as well.
“Hey,” I whisper, getting Riley’s attention. “I love you.”
She just crosses her arms and sticks her chin in the air like she didn’t hear me or she doesn’t care.
“I said I love you,” I repeat, leaning on the table. “Does that mean nothing to you?”
Riley turns to me with a glare. “Not from a lying manwhore, it doesn’t.”
I squeeze my hand into a fist as I drop back into my seat, feeling my blood boil. A manwhore? She’s calling me a manwhore?
I’ll probably have to hand in my man-card after what I turned down this weekend for her. If turning down a beautiful Hidden Pleasures model who was naked and spread eagle for me wasn’t enough, I also turned down sixty of the world’s most beautiful women who would be eager to obey my every command.
And she calls me a manwhore.
“Prince Kalib,” Marv says, waving the papers around angrily. “Sign the contracts. What are we doing here?”
The prince hisses in a long breath and turns to Marv, looking sheepish. “Unfortunately, Mr. Marvin,” he says, cringing. “I will not be buying any yachts from you.”
Marv’s head sounds like a coconut falling as he drops his forehead onto the hard table.
