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  Nervousness swelled inside my stomach. I had masturbated before but never in front of anyone. Regardless of that, I did what any sex-hungry woman would do, and I spread my legs and slid my fingers through the wetness of my pussy. Moving up to my clit, I massaged it with my finger. I grinded into it, closing my eyes as I enjoyed my own touch. I was sure my face was a bright red, but he didn't say a thing. In fact, when I opened my eyes, he was staring down at me, mesmerized by what I was doing. He looked up at me with fire in his eyes, and the look on his face energized me. It was like I was completely in control of his pleasure. I loved the feeling of controlling his lust, and I inserted two fingers into my pussy, moaning as slid in deep. I finger-fucked myself in front of him, watching a slow smile form on his face.

  “That’s so hot.”

  I moaned as I pleasured myself, taking my fingers out and swirling my juices around my clit. I was throbbing all over, and I desperately wanted to be fucked.

  “Please?”

  “Please what, darling? Do you want some help?”

  “I want you.”

  “Then you can have me.” He positioned himself between my legs, pushing them up over my head again. He entered me slowly, and I gasped at how deep he went.

  “Oh yes, this is nice. You're nice and tight baby. God, your pussy feels so good.”

  The level of deepness in that position was crazy good. I leaned my head back, delirious with pleasure. He fit inside me perfectly, and I got a wave of pleasure every time he moved inside me. He began pumping a little faster, causing me to moan loudly. His cock was perfect, and with the position we were using, he was in the perfect spot to hit my G-spot over and over again. My body built up once again, and I knew that he was going to make me cum all over his cock.

  “Cum for me, baby. I can see it on your face. Cum all over my cock.”

  I exploded then, doing as he asked, screaming loudly. I was spent, and yet he kept fucking me slowly. He wanted to change position.

  “You have such a nice ass, you should see this glorious view that I have.”

  He slid inside my pussy hard. I cried out as pleasure overtook my body. I was on my back, but he positioned me so that his hands grasped under my ass, and he lifted me up and supported my weight. The only part of me on the bed were my shoulders, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I moaned, enjoying every inch of his cock as he pounded me over and over again. He leaned down towards me and spanked my ass. I cried out, realizing I had never experienced anything so sexy in my entire life. He pumped into me harder, waves of pleasure rolling off of me. I smiled up at him and stifled my moans as best I could as another orgasm ripped through me. I was having multiple orgasms with this man—how would I ever to return to normal sex again?

  “You have a real nice pussy, Sasha. I like fucking you.”

  I moaned, loving the way he was making me feel, but even more the way he talked to me.

  He pulled out again and laid me back gently on the bed. He slid his fingers into my pussy and finger-fucked me for a bit, making me wet all over again, although at that point I was pretty soaked from all the fucking. “I want you back on my cock, baby. Sit on me again and ride me good.”

  “You bet your ass, I will.”

  He sat himself on the edge of the bed, and I positioned myself with my back to him again and slid his cock inside me.

  “There we go, darling. We’re going to go easy. That feels good, doesn't it?” I moaned in agreement. “Okay, here we go, just stay relaxed, don't tense up.”

  I could hardly believe myself. What had ever possessed me to have sex in such a way? God, I had wanted him so badly, and I still did. I was so sexually satisfied but yet still so horny I would have let him do just about anything to me. I was aching inside with want of him. I had never thought of having sex in such a kinky manner before—it just never occurred to me to try such a thing. I hadn't realized the pleasure that could be experienced in such different positions. Solomon wanted to bring as much pleasure to my body as I could stand.

  I rode his cock, feeling the delicious sensations spreading all over my body.

  “Just relax, sweetheart, you’re tensing up. I can feel you hugging my cock.”

  I hadn't realized I was holding my breath, so I did as he said. As I pushed onto him a little more, I tried to relax and allow it to happen. He certainly felt huge when he was going in on this end. I felt full with him in my pussy, but I loved every moment of it. He then began to move his hips and meet my thrusts onto his cock. He was trying to allow me to get used to more of him inside of me. I moaned as he picked up the pace, his smooth cock gliding in and out.

  “Are you okay, Sasha?”

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Does it feel good?”

  “God yes. I love learning new positions with you.”

  The thought of having a variety of positions available to me had never occurred to me before, but it was hot, and it was one of the things that I liked most about our sex life. Riding on him in this way, he felt humongous inside me. He rocked into me slowly, continuing to meet my thrusts. I started rocking into him faster, letting the waves of pleasure crash into me repeatedly with not much break in between.

  “Oh god,” I moaned.

  He reached around and felt for my pussy. He rubbed my moist clit, giving me added pleasure while he moved his cock inside me.

  “Okay, baby, I want you to fuck me good.”

  I thought I would lose my mind at the words coming out of his mouth. He was sexy and experienced, and he was showing me a world I had never known existed. Or one that I had never imagined venturing into.

  The whole length of his cock slowly pushed inside me, causing my release of a slow and powerful moan. There were so many different feelings and sensations going through my body. I was lost in a sea of pleasure, and I desperately wanted another orgasm.

  “I want more.”

  I heard him chuckle, and he started pumping and thrusting his cock into me. I was delirious with the pleasure he was giving me. I needed it, needed him.

  What I didn't expect was for my pussy to become so wet. I was dripping, and I felt a familiar buildup. I couldn't believe I was about to cum again. God, the thought was just too delicious.

  “Solomon, it feels good, it really does feel so good.”

  “I know, baby. It's amazing, isn't it?”

  “Yes,” I gasped. “I'm coming again.”

  My whole body shuddered as I came. He continued pumping inside of me, destroying all reason inside my mind. He was glorious, all of it was so incredible. The best sex of my life was happening. The shudders ripped through my body, and I screamed his name.

  “Oh Sasha, I'm ready, too, baby. I'm going to fill your pussy.”

  I moaned, loving his dirty talk. He spilled his cum inside me and collapsed on top of me.

  I slid slowly off his cock and knew for certain that I was going to be very sore the next day. But it was all worth it. I watched him rummaging around for his clothes that had fallen to the floor. Finding them, he quickly slipped into his underwear and jeans and pulled his T-shirt over his head. I slipped into my thong and noticed Solomon was watching me dress. When I looked up at him, he smiled. I slipped into my jeans and then slid into my bra and put my shirt back on. I couldn't wipe the grin off my face. My hands shook from the toll the orgasms had taken on my body. Would I ever be able to get enough of him, or was it always going to be this way? God, I hoped it was.

  I giggled as I pulled him in for another deep kiss. Though I was sad to have the sex end, we’d sure made some great memories in my bed, that was for sure.

  “Let’s go to bed and cuddle, baby,” he said.

  The next morning, I awoke feeling gloriously loved, nurtured, and satisfied. It was short lived, however, as I rolled over in bed and found that I was alone. Solomon had left without saying goodbye.

  Chapter Eleven

  “Now that we’re alone, why don't you tell me what the hell you were thinking? Are you trying to emb
arrass our family?”

  “No, Father. This has nothing to do with you, and for you to think I did it to embarrass you is ludicrous.”

  “Then why? Why her? There are a million tarts in the world that you could go fuck—you didn't have to go after your stepsister. It's downright ridiculous, and now it's all over the news. So please tell me what the hell you were thinking?”

  “Father, she's incredible. How can you not see it? The reason I did it was because she’s been all I can think about since I met her at the wedding. I didn't know she was my future stepsister when I met her, and by then I was already involved. I'm sorry. The last thing I wanted was to shame you or have you be disappointed in me. But it's not the end of the world, Father. There are worse scandals than this every single day, and they eventually fade away. This one will, too. How can you not see that?”

  “I don't want to see it. I don't care to see it. I want it over with immediately. You will not date the daughter of the woman I married. I just won't have that kind of tangled up mess in my family. Marry anyone else—anyone—and I will pay for the whole thing. But if you continue with Sasha, it will be over for you.”

  “Why Father? Why can't you just be happy for me? For us? We can fix things with the media—we do it all the time. This isn't even the first scandal in our family. Why can't we just clean it up instead of pretending it doesn't exist?”

  “I don't want it to exist, Solomon. That’s the whole point. End it immediately, or find another job.”

  “Another job? You act like I wouldn't be able to find another one in a second. I’ve been running Jacobson Empire for quite some time. I don't even know how you would replace me, but don't think for a moment that I wouldn't be snapped up by some headhunter. Or even better, maybe it's just time I start my own legacy.”

  “Are you threatening me?”

  “I think you’re the only one with the threats, Father. Your own wife seems to be perfectly okay with the whole thing. Why can't you be?”

  “My wife is okay with it only because it benefits her life as well as her daughter’s.”

  “Maybe it’s about time you thought of someone else's life other than your own. Maybe she just wants her daughter happy. My own father would rather be rid of me than see me happy.”

  “She's not the only girl who can make you happy. Don’t be absurd.”

  “Well, I guess you would know since this is, after all, the sixth time around for you.”

  “I’d be careful if I were you, Solomon.”

  I was pacing my father's office like a lion in the wilderness. I was not only angry but indignant at what was happening around me. How could my father do this to me? Force me to leave the company or drop Sasha. If it had been any other girl in the world, I probably could have. I’d done it a dozen times, in fact—tossing girls aside had almost become a pastime for me. But Sasha was different, our chemistry was something to be reckoned with, and I knew if I let her go I may never again find what we had. The sex, oh god, the sex. It was proof positive our chemistry was through the roof. You didn't have sex the way we did without having a serious connection. Was I willing to let that go? Could I let it go? I wasn't sure that I could.

  I didn't want to leave the company. It was the last thing I wanted to do, but how could I carry on like this? How could I drop Sasha like she meant nothing and then carry on every day working for my father as if I hadn't given up the best thing that had ever happened to me? It was too much to think about. But I knew I had to make a decision and make it quick. Time was running out, and I had already left Sasha alone in bed. That was almost too unforgivable. She didn't deserve it. Not one bit. She was perfection in my arms, and I had just left her all alone. I was a dick. I would have to make it up to her . . . somehow.

  “I can't do this, Father. I'm sorry.”

  “And what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

  “It means I quit.”

  I had to do it. I didn't want to, but I had to. My father couldn't continue to think he could run my life. I was a grown man and more than self-sufficient. Plus I had all the money in the world that I would ever need. It was Sasha who needed the job, needed a steady income. The crazy girl refused to use a trust fund set up for her own well-being. So how could I possibly take her livelihood away from her and still expect a relationship with her?

  “I'm leaving, Father. I can't have you making decisions in my life anymore. I'm all grown up, and whether you believe it or not, I actually happen to know what's best for me. All I ask is that you keep Sasha on as the assistant to whomever you get to replace me. She really does need this job, and I think if I'm gone, you should have no issue with keeping her. The scandal will have been removed after all.”

  “You're a fool. How could you throw away your career over a girl?”

  “I know you don't understand it because women are disposable to you, but I'm not letting you decide who stays in my life. Just keep her in the job if you have any respect for your own marriage.”

  With that, I stormed out of the office.

  Chapter Twelve

  I felt like shit, and that was putting it as simply as I could. I got to keep my job, but the sucky part of it all was that Solomon had left me. Somehow, through all the sex and long talks, I hadn't seen it coming at all. Even after he had left me that morning, I hadn't seen it coming. Maybe I was just a fool, and that was probably the case. I was a fool to have thought that Solomon would have stayed with me, would have fallen in love with a girl like me. I truly was an idiot.

  I didn't know what to do. I knew I needed to get out of bed—that much was for certain. Solomon had called yesterday after his meeting with his father and assured me that my job was still intact, but he’d also told me that he wouldn't be able to see me anymore. He didn't believe it was right for him to continue a relationship with me, and he was also concerned that it would affect my continuing career at Jacobson Empire. It mattered not how much I had pleaded with him that the position meant nothing to me. He’d left and wished me good luck with my job.

  I had literally not left my bed since that call. What had I expected, really? It was pathetic for me to have thought that a guy like Solomon would have stayed with me. Ridiculous, actually.

  It was time to get ready for work. For the job that had cost me everything. Was I just being stupid? I would never have even gotten together with Solomon had I not walked into that office. I was devastated, and that was the truth of it. I had wanted him, wanted him more than anything, and now he was gone. I should have seen it all coming.

  I wondered what he was going to do with himself now that he had left the Empire, left his position as CEO. It was all so crazy to me that someone in his position would do something like that. Why didn't he just have me fired and stay with the company? He had ended the relationship anyway, so why not keep his job and make his father happy? He didn't owe me anything, so why not just cut me loose and call it a day?

  I rolled out of bed and hurried to the bathroom to clean myself up. It was time to go to work whether I liked it or not. I needed to let it all go, no more beating myself up over the whole situation. I was a strong woman. Screw this! I would pick myself up and move on. It was time to go after what I wanted, not wallow in self-loathing. So what was it that I wanted? Solomon? Did I want him even after he had ended things? Could I forgive him after he had left me, seemingly for no reason at all?

  Fuck it. I'm getting ready, and I'm going to do it. I’m going to get everything I want in life. A career, a man . . . everything. But was the man going to be Solomon?

  I finished getting ready and went to get dressed. My mind was buzzing, a million miles away. I didn't know what to do or how to feel, but I knew I had to take control. I’d been dealt a hand that I didn't want, but I was going to deal with it. I wasn't the kind of girl who would just to sob my days away. No, I was going to take action, and whether or not I lost Solomon, I would still be okay. No matter what, I would be okay.

  I took a cab into the office. It was cold, bo
ne-chilling day. I wasn't sure how I was going to deal with the stares and the whispers, but the worst was over, right? Of course it was. It was going to be okay. I hadn't been into the office in almost a week—surely people weren't still talking about this. Rose and I had been watching Gossip Girl, and scandals happened in every episode in that world. The elite survived scandals that normal people couldn't even comprehend and then started all over again the next day. And then another scandal would hit that you figured would kill them, and still they survived. So surely at Jacobson Empire, they would already be talking about someone else by now. This was nothing, and I would survive, too. I was a survivor.

  I got off the elevator, and there was such a quiet to the floor that at first I thought maybe the whole floor had shut down. But no . . . it was just the effect of me entering the office. Apparently, my scandal had not quite ended. I would still have to endure a little more. I tried to smile at everyone I passed as I headed to my desk. I didn't know anyone there well enough to strike up a conversation. The only person I’d known was Solomon and, well, he was gone. Even his right hand man Chuck didn’t seem to be too keen on me. I couldn't really blame him—he did look kind of lost without Solomon. And at that point, the new successor had not yet been announced, so I had no idea whom I was assisting or Chuck would be winging.

  Roger approached my desk, which shocked me. I’d had no idea he was in the office.

  “Can I see you for a moment?”

  “Sure.”

  I followed him into Solomon's old office.

  “I'm glad to see you back to work, Sasha. Things were a little crazy there for a while, but now that things are back to normal, it's better for everyone.”

  I stared at him, shocked by his words. “Normal? Is that what you think this is? Where’s your son?” I paused and then sighed. “Look, Roger, I quit. I can't do this. I think the reason should be obvious. I choose love.”