Page 29 of Sweet Possession

As my finger moved faster, pushing me to a climaxthatwas going toshatter me, I dreamed of Fox’s mouth finding mine, his tongue plunging in and dominating my mouth.

I imagined him tearing his mouth from mine, unable to resist his needto taste me between my legs. I imagined what it would feel like for his mouth to glide down my body until he reached my most intimate area and he began to lash his tongue against my clit.

‘Come for me, baby girl,’I heard him say in my mind, and a secondlater, my orgasm hit, and it hit me hard.

“Fox!”I screamed into the pillow as my hips lifted off the bed. Myentire body tensed as wave after wave of pleasure crested through me, my panties growing damper with my release.

It took almost a minute for my legs to stop shaking and my breathingto return to normal. I ripped the pillow from my face and a pang of disappointment lanced through me at finding my door still closed and the room empty.

But as I removed my fingers from my underwear, finding themglistening in the moonlight with my release, disappointment turned to embarrassment.

I’d orgasmed while thinking about Fox.

A man who was a lot older than me, who had money and power, andno doubt endless women throwing themselves at him, all of whom knew how to please him.

Tears stabbed at the back of my eyes as my dad’s voice echoed inthe far recess of my head.

Why would anyone want you, Cora?

You’re useless, you can’t do anything right.

Stupid little girl.

Thatwas what I was. A stupid little girl with silly ideas, and now,thanks to my silly imagination, I was going to have to face Fox with the knowledgethatI’d given myself an orgasm while wishing it was his hands playing with me.

By the time lunch rolled around, I finally plucked up the courage toface Fox. I was sure as soon as I saw him thoughthatmy cheeks would burn hotter than the sun, and he’d know what I’d been up to.

Still, I couldn’t hide in my room forever.

Thankfully, as I made my way down to the kitchen, Fox’s voice driftedfrom his office. Not wanting to disturb him, I tried to tiptoe past but was stopped in my tracks.

“Cora.”

Eventhe sound of his deep tones sent a delicious tingle through me,and the fantasy of him whisperingbaby girlin my ear as he played with me reared to life.

I paused in his office doorway. Sure enough, my cheeks flamed.

“You okay? You’ve been hiding all morning,”Fox said, his browsfurrowed in concern.

“I’m good, thanks,”I replied, doing my best to not stare at his mouthand wondering how his lips wouldfeel on me.

“I’mjustin a meeting,”he said, nodding to the huge computer screenin front of him.“I’ve ordered you some lunch, it’s on the kitchen side. I won’t be long.”

To add to the fire burning in my cheeks, warmth cascadedthrough me. I likedthatFox took care of me.

“Thank you,”I replied before wandering into the kitchen to find a tunapasta salad fromThe Olive Gardenwaiting for me.

I couldn’t stop the smile from gracing my face. I’d told Fox yesterdaymorningthattuna pasta was one of my favorite meals.

He’d remembered.

Taking a seat at the island, I tucked into my lunch, and as I did, mygaze landed on the pile of cookbooks Savannah and Nash had bought me.

Someone, Fox, I presumed, had moved the books, the mixer, and allthe other items Fox had bought for my birthday into the kitchen where they were piled up waiting to be used.

I reached over and grabbed the top book before flicking through thepages. A pang of envy and frustration hit me as I stared at the pictures of different cuisines, admiring how perfect each dish looked.

There were so many I wanted to try my hand at, but it was hopeless.It wasn’tthatI couldn’t read at all, I could understandsomewords, but I always got letters mixed up, or misunderstood the meaning of them. I knew if I tried to follow the recipes, I’d get it wrong, andthenI’d only end up feelingevenmore like a walking disaster.