Page 6 of A One Woman Job
I stare her down for long moment, but she doesn’t so much as flinch. And goddammit, the fire in this girl is beginning to make my dick hard. Unbelievable. I locked myself away to feel pain, not experience pleasure. The very act of looking at her, tracing the line of her cupid’s bow lips, is enough to constitute pleasure in itself.
Enough.
With a snarl, I go toward the bath, keeping the girl in my periphery. Just in case she’s been sent here by Etta to kill me. Anangry flick of my wrist turns on the tap and the water is filling the tub in seconds, steam rising in the mostly dark bathroom.
Silence is filled by the sound of rippling water, but I find…
I wouldn’t mind hearing her voice again. Once more. She’ll be out of here as soon as I make sure she’s not going to drop dead.
“What’s your name?”
My abrupt question causes her arms to momentarily drop away from her breasts and I see them. Through her cheap bra. Creamy and tipped with rosebuds. Full. Sweet.
“Um.”
“That’s an answer that shouldn’t require a thought.”
“Meg. I’m Meg.” She huffs a breath. “Sorry, you just make me feel unnerved.”
“Good. Stay that way.”
Without missing a beat, she slides off the vanity and marches out the bathroom door. I’m embarrassed to admit my jaw hangs open for a second, before I reanimate and go after her. I only give myself a few steps to enjoy the shake of that ass in wet panties, before I wheel myself in front of the girl, blocking her from going any farther.
“Where are you going?”
“To hurl myself off the cliff, so I don’t have to spend any more time with you.”
I heave a humorless laugh up at the hallway ceiling. “This is what I get for trying to help. No good deed goes—”
“OhGod.” She sags dramatically against the wall. “Are my ears bleeding yet?”
The bravery of this one. “Get in the bath, smartass.”
She actually tries tododgeme. “No.”
“Why haven’t you asked for my name yet?”
She snaps her fingers. “Ooh. Quick, tell me so I can forget it.”
“It’s Koen. And you’re not going to forget it.” I scoop her up with a forearm under her ass, deviously satisfied when her nose bumps mine and she sucks in a breath, probably because I separate her legs and perch them on opposite hips. Something stops me from pulling her pussy flush to my stiffness, though. I think it’s something about wanting her to calm down enough to feel safe with me, which is fucking ridiculous.
No one is safe with me.
“What are you doing, Koen?” she asks as we enter the bathroom, our progressing bodies moving the steam in a swirling pattern.
“Getting you in the bath the only way I know you’ll stay put.”
“How?”
“Stop talking, baby.”
I climb into the full bathtub and sit, hissing through my teeth when she slips down into my lap, her wet tits crashing into my chest. Her softness pressing down on my shaft. Oh fuck, then it happens. She moans and I moan back, as if my vocal cords can’t help but respond in kind, my cock turning even more steely between her thighs, due to the perfection of her weight and shape. The harmony of our vocal reactions.
She’s alarmed, though, her cheeks splashing immediately with pink, her hands pushing against my chest in an attempt to sit up.
This girl is a virgin.
JesusChrist.