Beg Me - Page 23

I hold my hand mirror and clean off the smeared lipstick. His handprints are still on my ass, where he spanked me.

I still cannot believe we fucked in the bathroom of his five-star restaurant. That’s something I can knock off my bucket list.

A little soap. A lot of memories. I’m pretty sore, so I make this quick.

I dry myself off and fall into bed.

I dream of the first night we met. The hotel party; such a filthy experience.

I don’t know what’s come over me. Ever since I caught his gaze at that fundraiser, he’s infected me with a weird sexual desire. A carnivorous courage.

He’s made me… bad.

The next morning, I pick out a nice outfit.

It’s nothing too sexy, but not too plain either. I peer into my closet and grab a black, tight skirt, alongside some patterned stockings, and white, laced panties. I grab a nice button-down, white shirt and curl my hair.

Last, I apply some makeup and lipstick. Nothing too out of the ordinary, but just enough oomph to make his cock go a little crazy for me.

I look at my phone to see he’s texted me. He has. He can’t wait to see me.

I have half a mind to keep him waiting. Still, I’m actually kind of excited to see what happens. My heart is racing with anticipation.

His text:

“Need my driver to pick you up? You’re late.”

I’m late? Didn’t realize we were on a schedule. I put my phone back in my purse and choose to surprise him.

A surprise is always better, anyway.

I drive over to his office. I know exactly where it is. It’s the biggest building in all of Detroit, next to my father’s. When I park, I pull off to the side and get out of the car, glaring up at the giant skyscraper. The top window is shaped like a diamond.

There’s a figure staring down at all the cars.

“See me?”

I wave and walk toward the front sliding glass doors.

A security guard steps out from his post. “Hey, ma’am, they’ll ticket your car for parking in the boss’s space. You could get towed,” he says.

I smirk. If Rocco tows me, I’ll never let him fuck me ever again.

“It’s fine,” I say. “I’m meeting with the boss now.”

He shakes his head and gets out his walkie-talkie. “Suit yourself.”

The doors slide open for me, like my legs did for him last night. I walk in with a new surge of confidence.

A few heads turn my way, and I wonder if they know who I am. “The Napolitano girl ruined everything,” they’d say.

It’s like Shakespeare, right? Two star-crossed lusters, born from two competing families, forced into exile forever.

I didn’t realize it would be so… fun.

A crowd filters into the elevator. “Hold the doors,” I say. “I have a meeting with Rocco.”

The people inside eye me with a strange curiosity. I attempt to read their expressions and purse my lips, feeling fairly awkward.

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