Three Little Mistakes (Blindfold Club 3)

A job interview, not a date, he’d said. What did it mean? I’d done nothing to demonstrate I was professional or capable in an employable way. Obviously, I wasn’t experienced, not like he was. He certainly knew his way around my body, showing he’d had plenty of practice.

Without thinking, my hand was between my legs, following his command. The orgasm he’d drawn from my body this afternoon had sent me into the stratosphere. The word intense didn’t cover it, and my best climaxes when I was alone couldn’t touch it. I wanted his mouth where I grew damp and my fingers stirred now. I craved his dirty words and even dirtier touch.

My pulse picked up as I started to enjoy what I was doing. The bedroom was already dark, but I closed my eyes to picture him better. How hot had it been when he looked up at me, his mouth on my pussy? His demanding eyes had locked onto mine and there’d been a desire to give in to anything he asked for. Hadn’t I?

I wanted him to possess me.

My fingers fumbled over the nub of flesh that eventually sent me over the edge, and I came quickly, Joseph’s name on my lips. Whatever his job offer was, I’d take it, as long as I got to see him again.

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NINE

JOSEPH

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Noemi must have been waiting for me just inside, because the revolving glass door spat her out into the cold before I’d finished pulling up to the curb. She climbed into the passenger seat and shut the door, then flashed a shy smile at me.

“Hi,” she said.

“You didn’t do as told,” I said as I eased away from the curb and into traffic. “Where the fuck was my picture?”

There was a moment of stunned silence. She’d expected some sort of greeting, but this was so much more fun. I wanted to start right away. Didn’t want her to revert to the timid version of herself.

The words came out tight. “You were serious?”

“Yes. Did you think about me when you rubbed one out?”

“I did.” Her voice was uneven but I could tell she was trying hard to sound casual. “And you?”

“And me, what?”

“Did you think about me while you touched yourself?”

“That’s a fairly personal question, Noemi.” I scowled for effect. “A good girl wouldn’t ask something like that.”

A faint smile teased her lips. “So, did you?”

“You better fucking believe it.”

She brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, trying to play it off as if she didn’t care, but she did. This magnetic thing between us had just as strong a hold on her as it did me. Fucking had only intensified it.

Her voice was hurried, another attempt to be brave. “What did you think about?”

“Specifically? You want me tell you all the dirty details?”

“Yes.”

I laughed. “I will, but we’ve got business to attend to first.” Not to mention, I didn’t want to walk into the restaurant sporting a hard-on, like my cock seemed intent on doing anytime she was around.

“The job interview,” she said.

“Yeah. Tell me about the boy who couldn’t do what I did.”

Her expression went skeptical. “You want me to talk about Ross? That’s important for this job that you’ve told me nothing about?”

“Yes, if Ross is your ex, tell me about him.”