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She glanced backward and saw Jude walking across the room. He pushed open a small sliding door that she hadn’t even noticed in the dim lighting. He picked something off of a shelf and then turned back toward her. She quickly righted herself. She couldn’t believe this was going to happen…that she was going to do this. But she wanted to take whatever he would give her.
A loud thwack sounded in the room as Jude smacked her ass ten times harder than the first time. She yelped out loud.
“That’s for peeking.”
His hand landed on the other cheek just as hard. She cried out again.
“And that’s just because I like how wet your pussy gets when I spank you.”
His left hand touched her back and then gently rubbed her ass. Then, his finger, slick with lube, slowly eased into her ass. “Relax,” he murmured soothingly.
She released all the tension in her body, and he slid in further. She swallowed hard and tried to stay calm. Clenching or freaking out would only make this harder. He worked his fingers in and out until she was ready for him, and then he replaced them with the tip of his dick.
He entered her slowly. Her body protested, but he just muttered soft words of encouragement, “It’s okay. You’re going to like it.”
She breathed in and out and then nodded her head, giving him permission to keep going.
He slipped the head in, and her body seemed to accept what was happening. She felt so full but in a completely different way. Pain mixed with pleasure as he retreated and then started up a gentle motion back inside her.
She could tell that Jude was holding back as he eased her into the play. She could practically feel him quivering with desire. He had worked her into such a frenzy as he fucked her, and now, he was claiming her like no one else ever had.
Just that thought alone sent her eyes rolling into the back of her head. This wasn’t so bad. It was actually…really good. She liked the way it made her pussy ache for his touch and the way she felt kind of dirty for trying something she had never done before. But most of all, she loved how it affected Jude.
He wanted her bent over the divan, pussy thoroughly worked with her ass in the air, filled up to the brim with his cock. She clenched around him, and he started to lose control, jerking against her and tightening his grip on her hips.
“Jude, I’m going to come,” she cried. “Make me come.”
“Fuck,” he groaned.
He drove into her again, and she couldn’t hold out any longer. They released together in an earth-shattering explosion. Her hands gave out beneath her, and she slipped forward with her face landing in the pillows. Her screams were muffled as she cried out in ecstasy.
Maybe that was the reason the club was called X.
BRYNA WAS GLAD THAT SCHOOL WAS OUT for Christmas break. On Monday morning, she didn’t have to explain to anyone where she had gone on Saturday night or what had happened. She would rather leave it all up to speculation than face Avery’s and Tara’s questioning stares. They had already sent her enough texts, asking her about the guy she had disappeared with that night. She was glad she didn’t have to lie to their faces.
After getting good use out of the back room, she and Jude had returned to his apartment. She couldn’t get over their connection and the physical chemistry that ignited a room when they were together. She hadn’t gotten much sleep Saturday night, but the sex wasn’t the part that had her mind running a million miles a minute after he’d left the next morning to catch his flight. It was the fact that he would have a full week off for Christmas, and he wanted to spend every one of those days with her.
She had told him that she would have to check her schedule. Her dad was supposed to come home soon, so it would be a little harder to sneak around—though not by much. Also, she wasn’t sure how she would get away with leaving on Christmas Day. But she would make it work. This would be one of the few times that she would get this much of Jude’s undivided attention, and she was going to take it.
It was still a couple days away, so she had time to figure it all out.
She had to force herself to stop thinking about that as she headed to The Blvd, a restaurant at the Beverly Wilshire, to meet with the Pink Charity Benefit coordinator, Felicity Rose.
Bryna had done some research on her to prepare for this meeting. Felicity had graduated top of her class from Harmony over a decade ago and received a degree in anthropology from Stanford. Now, she chaired the Foundation for Children in Need, was President of the L.A. Society Committee, and volunteered at the Emma Allgood Institute for the homeless—all on top of heading the Pink Charity Benefit for Harmony.
This was just the kind of woman Bryna needed to emulate. She was a real role model, unlike the other women in her life. Thankfully, Bryna’s father would be home from filming soon, and she wouldn’t have to deal with her evil witch of a stepmother. Her father would handle that situation for her. Maybe then things could get back to normal.
Bryna valeted her Aston Martin and then entered the restaurant. “Reservation for Felicity Rose,” she told the hostess.
“Right this way.”
The hostess walked her over to a perfectly put-together woman. Felicity had dark blonde hair pulled back tight off of her face. She was in a square-cut dress with a Chanel blazer that Bryna had been coveting this season. At least the woman had taste even if she looked like a stuck-up bitch.
“Mrs. Rose,” Bryna said with a huge smile on her face. “So nice to finally meet you.”
“Please calm me Felicity. You must be Bryna.”
“That’s me.”
“Why don’t you take a seat?” Felicity offered.
“Thank you.” Bryna sat demurely in the seat across from Felicity.
Felicity took the time to carefully unfold her napkin and lay it across her lap. She then adjusted the silverware into order and took a small sip of her Pellegrino. “I reviewed your file. To be honest, I was a bit surprised Mrs. Mathison sent you over.”
Bryna bristled at the comment. Who the hell did she think could replace her? There was no one else at Harmony for this job. No one else could compare that was for sure. “Why is that?”
“I didn’t really expect a…cheerleader,” she said, the last word coming out as if she had just sucked on a lemon. “Then, there’s your affiliation with this Gates Hartman.”
Where the hell is this coming from? It shouldn’t matter that she was a cheerleader if she was smart, hard working, and motivated to succeed. That was what she had always told herself at least. And anyway, what the hell does Gates have to do with anything?
“And the unfortunate situation with your parents…” Felicity continued.
“Is all of that in my file?” Bryna asked dryly.
She couldn’t fucking believe Felicity was airing out everything in her life, all because of a charity benefit application. So, Bryna’s life wasn’t actually picture-perfect. Well, she already fucking knew that.
All she wanted to do was tell this woman to fuck off, but she was pretty sure she would lose her position. And she wasn’t going to lose her hard earned spot because a has-been was trying to knock her down a few notches.
“I did a little research of my own,” Felicity said cheekily.
“By all means, be sure to run a background check on a seventeen-year-old high school student.”
Felicity stared back at her, all prim and proper. “That won’t be necessary.”
“Wonderful. Can I be clear with you as to why I applied for this position in the first place?” Bryna didn’t wait for her to answer. She didn’t care what the bitch had to say. She had the wrong impression about her, and Bryna wouldn’t let it stand. “This is my senior year at Harmony. I’m currently ranked fifth in my class. I run the National Distinguished Students Association, all while acting as captain of the cheerleading squad. I work for the things in my life, something I think you can understand. The Pink Charity Benefit is the most extensive event for Harmony every year, and I want to be a part of something that contributes so much to the community. Please allow me to work just as hard to give back.”
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