Page 23 of Wickedly Played

“Sweetness, I’m working,” I grunt. I turn my full attention back to the camera feeds.

“Did you like watching Stella and me earlier?”

I don’t offer her an answer. I don’t want to tell her that I wish it were me with my face between her silky thighs.

She approaches me at the desk, tapping her fingers along the front of it. “I could have sworn I saw you outside my door when we were filming.”

“Yeah?”

“Why can’t you admit it?” She’s brazen today.

I like it when my brats have spunk. “I’m busy at work. How about you save us both some time and tell me what you want?” I don’t give a fuck that I sound like a dick. I’m checking all the cameras to ensure they are all functioning properly.

She’s walking around the desk to be closer to me. I feel her fingers trail up my arm before tracing the lines on my face. “Admit you liked it.”

I shrug her off. “I’m busy doing the job you pay me to do.”

Giggling, Serena leaves my office. I’m scowling at her once the door is shut.

How dare she bait me like this? She knows what she’s doing, and then I remember, she’s good at this. This is what she gets paid to do.

“Serena?” I call out to her to get her to come back.

“You rang,” her voice is flirty.

“We need to talk about last night,” I begin.

She shrugs me off. “You thought I was someone else with your mouth on my pussy. I don’t know what else we can discuss. Oh, and you stabbed me.”

“Let me see it.”

“See what?”

“You know.” I pull at the neckline of her shirt to see if I can find the cut.

She hisses as she lifts her shirt to show me the mark. “It doesn’t hurt.”

“Fuck. I’m so sorry.”

Serena’s little mouth turns up in a slight smile. “It was actually kind of hot. It could be something I do in one of my shows. I have been considering adding breath play to some of my subs. Maybe bring in a knife.”

My dick hardens against her sexy body. I groan. “Sweetness,” I moan.

She rubs herself against me and lowers her shirt back to rights.

I take a deep breath and try to find the words I have had such a hard time verbalizing. “My sleep is weird, and that’s why I like to sleep alone.”Might as well kick that door open.

“You think?” She’s quiet for a second before continuing. “But you were fine snuggled up to me last night.”

“I was?”

She nods her confirmation.

“I wasn’t yelling or moving around?” I’m in utter disbelief.

“Nope.”

“Can we…”