Awake My Heart (The Bentini Brothers Book 3) (9 page)

     There is a light tap on the bedroom door in less than five
minutes.  “Enter,” Alison snaps.

     “Ah yes, just what I need.”  Getting to her feet, she eyes the
hunk who serves as William’s personal chef.  “Well aren’t you going to say
hello to me Scottie, it’s been a minute since we’ve
seen
each other…and
I did get you this cushy job after all.”

     Instead of offering a greeting or thanking her, he clenches
his jaw and ask, “Where would you like this tray Alison?”

     She points to an elegant little table near the door before
sauntering over to stand in front of him, letting her negligee fall open
revealing all her charms to his interested gaze.  Without warning, his head
snaps to the side with the force of the smack she delivers to his face, leaving
red marks across his cheek.  “I am Ms. Donovan to the likes of you.  You will
address me properly in my fiancé’s home.”

     Smiling wickedly, he rips her negligee from her flushed body, grabs
a fist full of long blonde mane and tosses her roughly to the floor.  Towering
over her, he declares, “I see you still enjoy playing games Alli… I recall you
being quite fond of this one,” he says unzipping his pants, amused by the spark
in Alison’s eyes at the sight of his manhood as he releases it from confinement. 
“Get up on all fours on the edge of the bed,” he commands, his manhood becoming
hard at the sight of the beautiful, snooty, Alison Donovan, eagerly doing
exactly what he orders her to do.  Stroking himself, he strolls over to the bed
and stands behind her, near drooling at the sight of her, head-down ass-up.  “You
know I’m going to have to punish you for that slap,” he warns a second before bringing
his palm down in a series of hard smacks across her firm, pretty little ass.  Moaning
and groaning into a pillow, Alison wriggles her abused derriere this way and
that in an attempt to evade the blows, but she does not cry out or even beg him
to stop. 
Moaning loudly, she gyrates and grinds against him.
 “Umm Scottie,
stop playing and take me!” she commands, bouncing back against his groin.  The rhythmic
sound of their sweating bodies slapping together fills the room until they
tremble and shake in release.

     He collapses on top of her breathing heavily
, “Oh gawd, Alison,
you’re still the best lay ever.”

     “Get off me you oaf!” she hisses.  When he rolls to his back,
she slowly crawls to the bed, using it to help her onto her wondrously shaky
legs. 

     “Do you want me to hang around?  Give me a few minutes and
I’ll be
up
and ready for more,” he offers, motioning lewdly to his not
quite deflated manhood.

     Although she looks like she wants to take him up on his offer,
she gives herself a mental shake.  “You’ve served your purpose, now get out,” she
orders, slipping back into her negligee.

     “So, is that how it is Alli…you use me and then toss me out?”
he asks dispassionately, zipping his pants.

     “Yes, that’s exactly how it is,” she states with a malicious twist
of her lips.  “And Scottie, I’m sure I don’t have to remind you of the dangers
of telling secrets.”

     Giving her a steady look, he replies, “No, you don’t.  So,
where is the chump of the year?” he casually inquires, looking at the
connecting door.

     “I’ll remind you that you are referring to your employer and
my fiancé.  One word from me and you’re back in the unemployment line.”

     “My, aren’t we sensitive…okay, so where is Mr. High and
Mighty?”

     She snorts inelegantly.  “You weren’t concerned about his
whereabouts when you were between my legs.”

     “That’s because I know you Alison, if the man of the castle were
not absent or incapacitated in one form or another, you would never have
greeted me in the buff desperate for a screw.  The second I saw those lovely
pink pebbles pointed at me I knew I was in for a treat.”  Running his tongue
across his lips, he finishes, “And what a treat it was.  Nice seeing you again Alison…and
I do mean
all
of you.”  He chuckles, quietly exiting the room.

     The minute the door closes, she saunters back into the
adjoining room and climbs onto the bed, rolling her eyes in disgust at the unrelenting
sound of William’s drunken snores.  Sidling close to his big warm body, she
takes his hand and places it between her wet thighs, rubbing his unresponsive
fingers deep into her quivering folds, finding perverse satisfaction in the
thought of William waking up to the smell of her juices and another man’s spunk
on his fingers.

To Be Continued

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