Three Little Mistakes (Blindfold Club 3)

Noemi had jumped when I tested her waters with anal play, but she’d also almost come when it had been my main focus. My third finger dropped down, rubbing her asshole while my first two fingers fucked her senseless.

Goodbye, plateau. Everything changed in a m

oment. Her chest heaved as she struggled to find air, and her legs trembled.

My face heated with a smile. “You filthy girl.”

I put pressure on the finger, creeping inside.

“Whoa, wait . . .” she said. She’d told me to ignore it, so I did. Her head snapped up and she looked terrified, but I could see it was already too late. Her orgasm was in motion, heading for the finish. “Wait, wait . . .”

I played her body like an instrument, and finally, she started to make music. Her gasps turned to moans, increasing in volume as her body shuddered. Inside, her pussy pulsed on my fingers.

“Good girl,” I said, kissing the inside of her thigh and slowing my fingers as she came. Yes. Her head fell back on the table with a bang, and she cried out, the muscles in her lower body quaking. Watching an orgasm roll through her was hotter than a month’s worth of footage at my club. Hotter than a year’s worth. Plus, I was seeing something no one else had before. Her gasps, her hands that seized my head, every last drop of her orgasm, was only for me.

I let her ride the final seconds out, savoring it. Her recovery was slow, but it also seemed like it had been an epic eruption.

I wanted her again. Instead, I ducked out from between her legs and stood, placing a hand on the table beside her head, leaning over her. Her eyes were closed, and aftershocks of pleasure seemed to ripple through her still.

“Have dinner with me tonight,” I commanded.

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EIGHT

NOEMI

Holy hell, Joseph had done it. He’d fucking done it. My body was tingling and weightless in the aftermath of my first orgasm that hadn’t been caused by my own hand. Was it always like that? The euphoria had lasted forever and a day.

I stared up at him and his demanding eyes, which were gorgeous, and tried to pull myself back together. He’d asked me to dinner, and was waiting on my answer.

“I thought you didn’t date.” I was still breathless, but it could have been his intense stare that was causing it.

“It’s not a date.” He bent down and pressed his lips to mine, and the world spun again. He was like a drug, at least I assumed, as I’d never done drugs. Sensible Noemi, who was presently shell-shocked, wouldn’t have allowed drugs to mess up any of her parents’ carefully laid plans.

“Not a date,” I repeated, skeptical. He put his hand on my shoulder and helped me sit up.

“It’s a job interview.”

I rose onto my shaky legs and scrambled to pull my clothes back up, knowing it was ridiculous to hurry given what we’d done. “Technically, I already work for you.”

He laughed softly. “No, you’re fired. I’m not employing a waitress who has sex in the middle of the dining area with a customer.”

Oh, holy crap. I’d never been fired before, and the business side of me was horrified. “Joseph—”

“Do you need this job? Because I’m under the impression you came here to get to me.” The side of his mouth twitched up into a smile. “And now you’ve had me. Do you want to be done with it?”

That was the ideal scenario, so I pressed my lips together. Even though my clothes were back in place, I still felt naked, and a large part of me wanted to strip everything off and climb back on the table. “What’s the job?”

“We can discuss it tonight.”

I frowned. “No, we can’t. I have a meeting about a case study I’m working on.”

He wiped a hand over his mouth, as if considering alternatives. “Tomorrow.”

“Sure.” My heart fluttered. Tomorrow I’d go out to dinner with the man whose dirty mouth made me feel like a new person, one who actively lived her life instead of following the plan her parents had given her.

“Six o’clock?” he asked and I nodded. He lifted his suit jacket off the seat, slipped it on, and pulled his phone from an inside pocket, extending it to me. “Your number.”