Page 49 of Undeniably Corrupt

I don’t have an answer. I honestly don’t. She’s near me, and I touch her. It’s how I seem to be programmed. It’s how I was always programmed. My best friend told me he’d kill me if I ever touched his little sister, and still I couldn’t stay away.

“Answer me.”

“No. I won’t talk to you about it, so don’t ask. You can rub me till your fingers fall off, but that won’t change.”

Interesting. And alarming, considering the visit from Vega. I shouldn’t be touching her for more reasons than she’s my assistant. She has power over me, something I’ve given to no one else, and it seems whatever secrets she has exploit that.

My hands continue to rub and knead, climbing higher. “Tell me about your ex.”

“What’s there to tell, ah—” My fingers tickle over her panties, her pussy so warm with a sweet little wet spot staining them right over her cunt.

“Put your hands back on the desk and open your thighs wider for me.”

She glances toward the door, but I’ve already pressed the button that tints the glass to opaque, and the door is shut. No one can see her, and no one ever enters when my door isclosed, at least not without knocking. Her hands fall back to the glass, her hips angling up and toward me.

“Now tell me.”

“I can’t talk about him while you’re doing that.”

“Yes, you can.”

I scoot her closer to the edge of the desk where her pussy is right in front of me.

Then I go back to massaging her feet because I want her to tell me something true, and I think this is one she will. I’m planning to do things to him, but I need to know how far I should go with them.

“I met him in California,” she starts. “He works for a pharmaceutical company and used to come into the hospital I worked in. He was nice and charming and spoke with an accent that made all the nurses swoon. He asked me out, and we started dating and I was dumb and young and slept with him too soon.”

“Did you love him?”

“I don’t know. I told myself I did, but when I got pregnant with Hazel, I felt trapped and scared instead of excited and happy. Then we moved to Boston, which was one of the last places I wanted to be.”

“Why?”

She shakes her head, and I move back to her pussy, no longer able to stay away. My finger glides up and down her slit over the satin, getting it nice and wet so she’ll feel it long after I’m done with her. A shudder runs through her, and she bites her lip.

“I shouldn’t let you do this. We said one time and then done.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

Her blue eyes burn into mine, and finally she shakes her head.

“He left you.”

She groans, annoyed I keep pestering her with my questions. “Yes. He left. He told me he was going back to Italy for work and to visit his family. He said he’d only be gone a week or so. A day after he left, I got the bills from our credit cards. I panicked. I thought someone had stolen our cards, but when I went to our bank account that he had us combine two months prior, it was empty. My student loan money was gone too. When I called him, his phone was disconnected, and I haven’t heard from him since.”

I nearly smile at that. Now I can ruin him and not feel like a psycho for it.

“Thank you for telling me that.” I flip her dress up to her hips, pull her panties to the side, and slip two fingers straight into her. So fucking wet and tight, my cock thrums. “Put your feet on the arms of my chair, Angel.”

“Vander,” she moans. “Jesus. This is becoming a bad habit for us.”

It is. She’s not wrong.

“Can I trust you?”

Her eyes flare, and she parries, “Can I trust you?” back at me.

Touché.