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  “Yes, but that is because I know that you are a married man,” she replied and nearly choked on her own words. This was an awkward conversation to have, and especially with someone she barely even knew.

  Brandon was still staring at her, studying her face and her eyes for a hint of what she might be actually feeling.

  “I could have taken off the ring. I wanted to, from the moment I saw you lounging on the deck chair beside the pool,” he said and Jolie could feel her heart racing wildly in her chest.

  “Then why didn’t you?” she asked and Brandon leaned towards her a little, over the table.

  “Because I’m not a liar, Jo. Whatever happens between us, I need you to know the truth about my situation,” he said and she gulped. She felt like her body was on fire. She pressed her thighs together tightly and hoped that the throbbing between her legs might get less.

  “And what is the truth, Brandon?” she asked and his face remained unchanged. He made everything look so easy.

  “That I’m married, and I want to fuck you,” he said.

  Chapter 6

  The words had come tumbling out of him before he could stop them, and now he sat staring deep into Jo’s wide blue eyes. She had opened her mouth to speak, but the server interrupted them. He placed Jo’s dinner in front of her and the glass of mojito beside her and she sat back, with her cheeks flushed.

  “I don’t know if I’m hungry anymore,” she said in a soft voice and Brandon couldn’t help but stare at her.

  Her black dress clung tightly to her petite nimble body, outlining her graceful curves and the stretch of her breasts. Her pale arms were bare, and a thin silver bracelet was wrapped around her small wrist. He knew he could lift her up with a hand, and all he wanted to do was part her legs and feel the warmth and wetness between her thighs. She had a firetruck red lipstick on tonight, and he wanted to see it smudged all around her mouth.

  “Maybe I shouldn’t have come over. I shouldn’t have said anything,” he said and she shot him a look, with her blue eyes burning up.

  “Then why did you?” she asked and Brandon clenched his jaws and took in a deep breath.

  “Because I wanted you to know, but trust me, I can behave myself,” he said, and without waiting for a response, he stood up from the chair. This was getting out of hand. He shouldn’t have come over to her, he shouldn’t have allowed his desire to take control of him.

  “Brandon!” he heard her voice behind him as he was walking away, and he turned to look at her.

  Jo’s red hair was untidily but fashionable held together in a bun, and a few stray strands were delicately falling around her face. She had a look of confusion in her eyes and he knew that she was going through the same moral conflict that he was.

  “I don’t want you to leave,” she said and he walked back to her, staring down at her. She looked small and gentle now as she sat, some of that self-confidence had disappeared.

  “I don’t want to tempt fate,” he said gruffly and she blinked a few times and then jutted her chin out in defiance.

  “I’m a big girl, Brandon, I can take care of myself,” she said and he studied her face, the curve of her chin and the way her plump red lips arched, clashing against the paleness of her skin. She was radiant.

  “You know what I want, Jo, and the longer I stay here talking to you, the worse it is for me,” he said, keeping his hands firmly inside the pockets of his pants. He had to control every fiber and muscle in his body, to stop himself from reaching for her.

  “I want you, too,” she said, in a whisper and her eyes darted nervously around the busy dining room. Of course, nobody could hear them. He felt the shift in his pants immediately. His cock was protesting, it wanted to play.

  “Jo, I don’t think you’re thinking this through,” he forced himself to say. With any other woman, at any other time, he wouldn’t have given a rat’s ass whether he was hurting someone’s feelings. Somehow, with her, he did. Despite how madly he wanted her body, the last thing he wanted was to hurt her in any way.

  “I have thought this through. In fact, I’ve thought about very little else the whole day,” she said, staring up at him wide-eyed. Brandon knew that it in a couple of minutes, it was going to be impossible to control himself.

  “I’m wearing a ring on my finger, Jo,” he said in a gruff voice and smoothly, she stood up from her chair. Despite the heels she was wearing, she had to crane her neck up to look up at him.

  “I’m aware of that,” she said, meeting his eyes with confidence now.

  Brandon clenched his jaw. Their bodies were inches apart and he got a whiff of her heady floral perfume.

  “I want to take you upstairs to my room,” he said, through gritted teeth. He was angry with himself now, angry for the lack of self-control, and a soft smile flickered on Jo’s face.

  “Take me to your room, Brandon,” she said, in a soft husky voice and he had to do everything he could to not grab her wrist and yank her to himself.

  “You might regret this tomorrow,” he said and she stared back at him unflinchingly.

  “That is tomorrow’s problem,” she replied and he took in a deep hardy breath.

  Then he turned and he kept his head up; his mind reeling with fantasies of what Jo’s body was going to look like underneath that dress.

  He started weaving around the dining tables, still remembering to smile and nod at his guests. He didn’t turn to check if Jo was following him, but he could sense her eyes on his back.

  He walked out of the dining room, and walked down the corridor towards his private elevator that was waiting for him. When he entered it, Jo followed him inside. He pressed the button for the top floor, his private penthouse suite.

  In a confined space with her finally, their bodies grazing and touching, he reached for her waist. He yanked her to himself and she fell on his chest with a thud. Brandon’s mouth watered as he leaned towards her. When their lips touched, he felt a sizzle. Her mouth was sweet, her lips slippery with her lipstick.

  She had wrapped her arms around his neck and he pushed his tongue into her mouth, parting her lips forcefully.

  When she moaned, he grabbed her ass and squeezed. Their bodies were pressed together and his tongue explored her mouth.

  The elevator stopped with a jerk and Jo pulled herself away from him with a gasp. They were both breathing heavily, staring deep into each other’s eyes.

  He couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

  Chapter 7

  They stumbled into the penthouse, kissing, and Jolie could feel her body trembling as he held her. She didn’t have a chance to look around the enormous living room that they had stumbled into. Their bodies were pressed together, his hands were on her back, caressing her ass. When he finally pulled his mouth away from her, Jolie was panting.

  Brandon stood in front of her now, his lips firmly set in a line, his wide chest rising and falling.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked her again and she couldn’t say yes fast enough. She knew she was going to regret this, she had never slept with a married man before. But her body was telling her to do something else, even though there was still a tiny voice at the back of her mind protesting.

  Brandon lunged at her again, pushing her body backwards till she was pressed up against the wall. He kissed her lips, his beard scratched at her skin just like she had imagined it would, and he had her arms pinned to the wall.

  Jolie pressed her eyes close as Brandon’s mouth travelled down, from her chin to her neck and then down her torso and her belly. He cupped her left breast with one hand and she felt his thumb graze her nipple and she gasped. His hand was warm and large, her breast seemed small in his grasp. When he squeezed her breast, she moaned. His mouth was on her legs now.

  Jolie’s skin was covered in goosebumps and she could feel the wetness spreading between her legs. The knots in her belly had tightened. She wanted him desperately, she wanted to see this man’s cock. She wanted him inside her.
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  Brandon was kneeling in front of her now, kissing the insides of her thighs and slowly rolling the hem of her dress upwards.

  She looked down at him, at his thick dark hair while he worked on getting the dress up. Why did she want him with this desperation? What was it about him that made her lose all self-control?

  His touch was rough and gentle at the same time and now her dress was rolled up, all the way to her waist.

  “This needs to go,” she heard him say, in a deep gruff voice as he lightly touched her lace panty. Then, he was rolling it down her legs. Now, she was completely naked from the waist down and Brandon looked up at her. His green eyes were sparkling with desire, his lips were parted and glistening with his own saliva.

  “I want to taste you, Jo,” he said and keeping his eyes on her, he touched her pussy. With two fingers, he stroked her wet folds and Jolie couldn’t help but moan. A shock ran up and down her spine with force as his strokes became harder. His thumb found her clit and he rubbed it gently. She could feel it throbbing, growing with desire for his mouth.

  Then he lowered his mouth to her pussy and she gasped again. His beard scratched her between her legs, and made her skin tingle. She stretched her back against the wall, stretching her arms out on either side. Brandon grazed her folds with the tip of his tongue once and then licked. It was a slow, long lick, like a cat licking its paws and she had to bite down on her lip to stop from screaming out.

  “Brandon…” his name escaped her lips with a shuddering sigh and she could feel him smiling against her pussy. He licked her again, this time teasing her clit too and she could feel her juices seeping out. She was on the edge of an orgasm. So quickly?

  He went at it with full force immediately. His tongue thrust inside her pussy while with his thumb, he teased her clit. She could feel his tongue inside her, thrusting in and out, sliding on her juices.

  He was an expert at this. He knew exactly what to do to set her body on fire and Jolie felt herself hurtling quickly towards an orgasm. She reached for his head, weaving her fingers into his hair and she tried to control it. But, he was relentless. His tongue pushed and slid out of her pussy, his thumb played with her clit till she had no choice but to give up the fight.

  Jolie screamed as she came. Her orgasm had a blinding effect on her, and she shuddered, while her toes curled inside her suede stilettos. She could feel her juices trickling out and straight into Brandon’s mouth. He lapped up her wetness and didn’t stop thrusting into her with his tongue.

  She had no idea how long her orgasm lasted, but when it started to simmer down, Brandon stepped away from her and straightened himself up. She watched him from under her heavy lids, her mouth hanging open from exhaustion.

  He was smiling, happy with her orgasm and then he ran his hand through his hair. The gold ring glittered on his hand and a sudden realization struck Jolie. She had just allowed a married man to make her cum. She had just cum into the mouth of a married man!

  “Jo?” he said her name, because he had noticed the change in her eyes.

  She fumbled with her dress, pulling it down quickly over her legs.

  “This is insane. I have to go,” she mumbled, running a hand through her messed up hair.

  Brandon remained where he was, not making a move in her direction.

  “Sorry, this shouldn’t have happened,” she mumbled and rushed towards the door of his suite. He still hadn’t said anything as she stepped out and banged the door shut behind her. The elevator was waiting for her and she got in, desperate to get to the safety of her own room.

  It was only when she was halfway down to her floor, that she realized she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

  ***

  Jolie paced around in the lavish room that her boss, Margaret, had booked for her. She had been doing this for the past half an hour. Her mind was conflicted between a desperate urge to go running back to him; and the logical voice telling her that she needed to stay put in this room. Sleeping with him could have disastrous consequences for her heart. This wasn’t just about sex. She had felt something deep inside her soul every time he looked at her. And the truth was that he had nothing to give.

  She kept all the lights in the room turned off because she was afraid of looking at herself. She smelt of him now. His cologne was wrapped up in her clothes and on her skin, and she could still feel the throbbing between her legs where Brandon’s mouth was.

  Jolie ran her hand through her hair, over her face and when she stuck her hand out, she realized that it was still shaking.

  She had always been in control of her feelings. This was what she had prided herself in, unlike her mother.

  Her mother had been married twice, and she had no idea who her father was. He left them before she could even walk. Jolie had spent her entire life trying her best to not turn out to be her mother. She had lived her teenage years watching her mother pick one wrong man after another, and without concern of how it affected her daughter. Jolie had decided a very long time ago, that she would not make the same mistakes. And now, she had. She had almost had sex with a man she knew she could never have; who had made no promises of sharing anything but one night with her.

  How could she have been so foolish?

  Jolie rushed over to her cellphone on the bedside table, fumbling through her contacts list. She needed to speak to someone. She needed to get this feeling off her chest, but there was nobody to call.

  She had spent all her adult life aiming to be a success, which she had achieved. But in the process, she had forgotten to make friends. There was nobody she could call, not even her mother, whom she hadn’t spoken to in at least a year.

  Jolie stared at her mother’s phone number on the screen. She just needed to hear a familiar voice.

  She dialed the number without thinking, then listened to the line ringing and it wasn’t until she heard her mother’s voice that she was snapped out of her thoughts.

  “Mom?” she said, with her voice quivering.

  “Jolie? What a surprise!” her mother sounded as carefree as she always did. She hadn’t even noticed her daughter’s shaky voice.

  “How are you?” Jolie asked, sitting down on the edge of the king-sized bed with a thump.

  “I’m good, honey, did I tell you I got married?” her mom sounded excited and Jolie shook her head.

  “Again?” she asked and heard her mom laugh.

  “This one’s a keeper. I know you’ll like him. And so rich!”

  “That’s great mom, I hope you both have a wonderful life together,” Jolie said, unable to hide the rage bubbling up inside her. She had called her mother to calm herself down, but it wasn’t working. If anything, her mother had managed to just anger her more.

  “Thank you, honey. You should meet him. I haven’t seen you in ages!” she said and Jolie rolled her eyes. She had no interest in meeting her mother’s latest acquisition.

  “Yeah, it’s been two years. Are you still in Boston?” she asked.

  “Of course, and he’s bought me a beautiful house. You won’t imagine! Come see for yourself!” her mother was giggling into the phone and Jolie fell back down on the bed.

  Maybe that’s what she needed. Maybe she needed to see her mother, just to remind herself to never make those mistakes again.

  “Okay, text me your address. I might stop by. I have a few days off from work,” Jolie said and pressed her eyes close. She couldn’t help wondering if she was making another mistake. But she also knew that spending some time with her mother would distract her from her own life. Maybe then, she would be able to stop thinking about Brandon and what had happened with him. Besides, she needed to leave the resort right away. She needed to get as far away from Florida and him as she could. And Margaret would not be happy if she turned up at the office now. She still had five more days of her forced vacation left.

  “That’s great honey. You can have your pick of the spare room. I have three!” her mom was gushing into the phone still and Jolie rolled her ey
es.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow mom, text me your address,” she reminded her again, before hanging up.

  Jolie lay there with her face turned up at the ceiling. She already felt like that desperate urge to go back to Brandon’s penthouse was leaving her. Her mother’s voice was just the cure she needed. She rolled over and buried her face into the mountain of pillows and tried to take in deep breaths to stabilize herself. Nothing seemed to be working. She was still thinking about him; she was still thinking about how he had teased her nipples and her clit. How good he had made her feel.

  Jolie told herself that she needed to go to Boston. She needed to spend some time with her mother to remind herself of the kind of life she didn’t want for herself. Her mother had set the right examples; she had made Jolie see what happened when you fell for the wrong man. And Jolie wanted to avoid just that. She didn’t want to fall for Brandon Calloway.

  Chapter 8

  Brandon woke up with a dull ache at the back of his head. He hadn’t left his suite since Jo went running out of it the previous evening, and he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

  Whatever way he wanted to shape this thing, the truth was that he had been unfaithful to his wife. Even though they hadn’t actually had sex, whatever they did was bad enough.

  But every time he thought about Jo, and the way she had shuddered in his arms, how sweet her pussy had tasted…Brandon realized he was growing hard between the sheets.

  He jumped out of bed and went in for a cold shower. That worked for a few minutes, till he was thinking of her again. She was delicate and small in his hands, her breasts were firm and small and he wished he had ripped that dress apart. He had wanted to see her breasts, taste her nipples…his eyes fell on her panty.

  He’d fished it off the floor after she left and now it was lying tucked in under his pillow. He felt sick. He had fallen asleep surrounded by her musky earthy scent and now, even though he’d showered, he could taste her, smell her…