Reasonable Doubt: Volume 2 (Reasonable Doubt 2)

“None?” I couldn’t believe that. “In six years?”

“I like to keep my f**king life separate from my home life.” He clasped my hand.

“So, I’m the exception to the rule?”

He didn’t answer. He simply led me across the bedroom and into an all-white en-suite where the water from the shower was still running.

“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up...” He looked down at me.

“Because you want to watch movies together?”

“Because I want to f**k you in the shower.” He pushed my back against the wall and looked into my eyes. “Because I want to f**k you all night.”

I moaned as he wedged his knee between my thighs and pulled my shirt over my head. He slipped his hand behind my back to unclasp my bra, and as it fell to the floor he trailed his tongue across my ni**les.

“Take off your skirt...” He backed away from me.

My hands went to my zipper, but my eyes stayed glued on him as he started to undress himself.

I’d f**ked him numerous times in his office, recklessly rode his c**k time and time again, but I’d never seen him completely naked.

He pulled his white V-neck shirt over his head and tossed it into the corner—exposing a set of chiseled abs and a small cursive tattoo that was etched onto his chest.

I tried to read what the words said, but then he unfastened the drawstring of his black lounge pants and let them fall to the floor.

I could see that his c**k was hard through his briefs, and I waited for him to take them off, but he walked back over to me.

Grabbing my hand, he placed it against his waistline. “Take them off of me.”

I slipped my thumb underneath the elastic, but he stopped me.

“With your mouth.”

My eyes widened as I looked up at him, seeing the sexy smirk on his face.

I bent down slightly and trailed kisses across his waist—hearing him take in a sharp breath as his hands slipped into my hair.

I gripped his thighs for balance and tugged at the hem of his briefs with my teeth. Pulling the fabric down a few inches, I used my fingers to move them further, but he pulled me back by my hair.

“Only your mouth.” He warned.

I gave him a look of understanding and he let me go. I once again grabbed the briefs with my teeth and slowly slid them down his legs.

I looked up and saw that his c**k was standing at attention, rock hard and ready for my pu**y like always, and from the look in his eyes, I knew he was going to pull me up and f**k me against the wall.

Before he could get the chance, I sat up on my knees and gripped his c**k with my hand. I pressed my lips against it—trailing my tongue across every thick inch. I wrapped my mouth around his tip and slowly massaged it with my tongue.

“Aubrey...” He threaded his fingers through my hair and looked down at me. “What are you doing?”

“I’m...” I felt my cheeks heating. “I’m sucking your cock.”

He blinked, letting a slow smile spread across his face. “You’re not sucking my cock...You’re kissing it.”

“I was getting to that part. I was trying to do it like...” I shook my head and stood up, completely embarrassed. “Never mind.”

“You were trying to do it like what?” he whispered against my lips.

I shook my head again and he looked into my eyes. “You don’t need to watch anybody else to learn. I’ll teach you...”