Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry, but the answer is still no.” I wish they were trying to convince me to go out with them, because I’d say yes to that, despite their grumpy demeanors, but my gut is telling me to hold firm on the job decision.
What I did here was bad enough in terms of professional ethics, and I’m going to have to perform some complicated mental gymnastics to get myself to be truly okay with my lapse in judgment.
“Thanks again, for … meeting with me.” It’s common courtesy to thank someone after an interview, but I can’t help feeling like I’m thanking them for stuffing me full of their big cocks. The afterglow has faded fast, and things are feeling really uncomfortable.
I’d typically shake my interviewers’ hands before leaving, but that doesn’t feel right at all, so I just scurry out of the room without allowing myself to look back.
Alone in the elevator, I slump against the wall and can’t help but notice the drastic change in my appearance in the shiny surfaces that surround me. Much of my hair is loose and wild, my shirt is wrinkled and buttoned haphazardly, my cheeks are flushed, and my favorite blazer is crumpled under my arm. I look like I’ve been well fucked, and I can’t help but smile about it.
There’ll be other job opportunities. It was worth burning this bridge for what I just experienced.
I was just given a week’s worth of orgasms in the span of one efficient hour. When the elevator door opens again, I’m laughing at my own silly thoughts.
If it wasn’t for all of the physical evidence, what just happened wouldn’t even seem real. But even as I get in my car, my skin is still tingling, and my body is humming with satisfaction. I can still feel them between my legs, still feel their mouths on my skin—and wow, it was all so much better than any book I’ve read.
I may never have an experience as hot as that was, and maybe it was the thrill of it being so wrong that made it so good. Maybe … but it was probably the men. Whew, those men!
I didn’t want to have any regrets, but one big one is that I didn’t really get to see their bodies. I felt the power of them—boy, did I ever—and I could feel how big they were—the kind of big that’s going to leave me sore tomorrow—but I barely even had a chance to touch them, when I would have liked to have had my eyes, mouth, and hands over every inch of them.
I can’t blame myself, though, because the whole encounter was so utterly unexpected that I couldn’t think straight. I was prepared for my interview, but not at all prepared for everything that followed.
As I drive home, I replay it over and over in my mind. My daydreams are never going to be the same again!
Much as I’d like to keep reliving the experience I just had, I decide not to talk about it with my roommate Marissa. I’ll tell her about it eventually, but I need to get past the mix of feelings I have about it. I don’t regret it one bit, but at the same time, I’m not exactly proud of what I did at a job interview. I just need some time to process it.
Marissa and I share a townhouse. Officially, we have a third roommate, Callie, but she’s been spending most nights away with a set of twins she met recently. Handsome male twins. Lucky Callie.
I’m sure she’s having a ton of sex every night, which leads me to wonder, hypothetically, if I could even handle that much sex from the likes of Derek Brooks and Jansen Bennett, who gave me an intense workout this evening, times two.
Yeah, I could handle it. Happily.
With a sigh, I let myself in our front door and school my features into what I hope makes me look like I just came home from a typical job interview, even though my insides are still buzzing like a colony of bumblebees.
Marissa’s in the kitchen and calls out to me before I can pass by. “Hey, how was the interview?”
I shrug. “It was okay. Not the right fit for me, though.” The fit was extra tight and deliciously stretchy, but I keep that part to myself.
CHAPTER 5
ANA
Marissa smiles sympathetically. “That’s too bad. At least you checked it out.”
“Yep. Give me a minute to change, and I’ll be right back to help with dinner.”
“Take your time.”
I grab fresh underwear and a comfy pair of sweats and head into the bathroom to change and freshen up. I need a shower, but Marissa already does most of the cooking, so I want to help her out.
Also, I’m not eager to rinse away the scent and feel of Derek and Jansen. It feels like a shower will remove me further from the experience that I’m not quite ready to let go of. Maybe after dinner, I’ll say I’m tired so I can spend some time alone in my room reliving it all.