Hell no. I don’t trust myself to not hurt her. I’m here to do a job, not get my dick wet. “In one of the guest bedrooms,” I add to make my intentions clear.
“Whatever you want,” she replies with a smile, as if it’s her life mission to give me what I want like some sort of subservient goddess. While I’m sweating buckets in what feels like hell, my dick is in fucking heaven, eager to get her on her knees to be worshipped. “I’m just happy you’re staying.”
“Yeah, sure,” I say, having to clear the lust from my throat. “Let’s find something to write on so you can make a list.” Since she’s standing next to the attic stairs, I have to slip past her to get by, desperate for the cooler air downstairs. My biceps brush her perky breasts, and I nearly groan at the contact.
“I love grocery shopping. Can I come with you?” Cora asks excitedly as she follows me down.
“You’re lying low, remember? Make a list, and I’ll get everything you need, along with hair dye.”
“Ugh, fine,” she mutters, knowing better than to push the issue.
On the main floor, I find the tray of pens the realtor left with her company’s name on them and a stack of fliers, so I grab one of each, turning the flyer over to give Cora a place to write.
“Thanks,” she says when she picks up the pen. “What’s your favorite dish?”
“My favorite dish? Why?” I ask in confusion.
“I want to make you something you like,” she explains, her pale green eyes blinking at me expectantly.
“I can eat anything,” I announce as my gaze lands on her cleavage and the words come out sounding like innuendo. The truth is, I’ve never been a fan of eating pussy since it doesn’t do anything for me. I pay to get myself off a few times, not the whores. But Cora looks so sweet and innocent, I would love to hear the kinds of screams she would make if I threw her down and shoved my tongue in her cunt.
“Tell me something specifically,” she demands.
And since I know eating her pussy would only lead to fucking her so hard she may not survive it, I find myself saying, “I like pie.”
“Pie?” she repeats. “What kind of pie?” When I don’t elaborate for fear of admitting I want to devour the hot, sweet pussy pie between her legs, she offers me a few actual edible options. “Apple, pecan, pumpkin?”
“Yes,” I choke out.
“You like all three?”
“Sure, why not.”
“Okay, then,” she replies with a grin before jotting down items on the grocery list while my swollen dick throbs and aches behind my zipper.
But I will not give in.
I don’t deserve any relief even by my own hand. I’ll just have to keep hurting until this job is over.
Chapter Eight
Cora
* * *
Agent Sheppard leaves; and I grab my bags, heading up to the master bathroom to freshen up and unpack. I put a little makeup on to try and hide the bags under my eyes.
There’s not much to do in the quiet house, no television or internet, no phone to play on; so while I wait, I go and sit on the back porch with the doors open, letting in the fresh, salty air, watching the ocean and waiting for Agent Sheppard to come back.
I really should find out his first name. I’ve been thinking about sleeping with the man, and I don’t even know what I would scream out when we’re in bed.
Not that he’ll agree to sleep with me. He did say he would stay the night, though, and all men are the same. If he’s not married, then why wouldn’t he want a night of no strings attached sex?
Unless…what if he is married but doesn’t wear a wedding band for some reason, maybe as part of his job, to protect his family?
I’ll have to ask when he comes back.
Silas
* * *
After a quick stop at the realtor’s office to sign the paperwork and pay a year’s rent in advance, I hit up the one grocery store on the island.
By the end of the trip, my shopping cart is so full of shit, I’m starting to think I’m going to have to get a second one. The woman doesn’t skimp on anything when it comes to food. Me, on the other hand, I can usually carry everything in my arms that I need when I go grocery shopping.
I’ve crossed off everything on her list and