Soulless Read Online Book Jordan Silver

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But I knew that if I wanted her to be carrying my seed by the time she walked out the door her womb was the best place for me to empty my seed. Just one of those things I learned along the way.

I felt around for her cervix and when I found it, covered her lips with mine before pulling back and slamming back in. I caught her screams in my mouth and held still as my cock went off again.

We laid there for the next few minutes, both spent and out of breath. Her phone went off somewhere from the floor where she’d dropped her bag the night before, and I eased my cock out of her and got down off the bed headed for the bathroom and the shower.

I picked her bag up and tossed it to her on the way, feeling her eyes on my naked ass until I disappeared from view.

I turned on the water as cold as I could stand it in an attempt to cool my internal temperature down a bit. I was at the point of being overheated and the cold water running down on my head felt good.

It’s been a while since I fucked like that, and never that many times with any one woman. I didn’t like giving them ideas. Though more than a few had still whined and pled for seconds after the fact.

I stared at the wall as the water ran down over me, my mind moving ahead to what comes next. I’m sure she’s gonna have a moral dilemma on her hands, but I have no intentions on letting her get away.

I’d done what I needed to take care of the legal aspect of things, but knowing her and the kind of woman she is, she might still have a problem being hooked up with someone she’d once prosecuted.

There’s always a way around everything and I’m sure this would be no different. I just have to be patient and let her come to terms with the situation.

That didn’t mean I was going to let her do that thinking on her own. From now on all her nights will be spent in my bed. That’s the one concession I’m not willing to make while she comes to terms with what is.

I’d expected her to follow me into the shower and was a bit surprised when more than five minutes went by without her putting in an appearance.

I was about to flick off the water when I realized what the phone call might be. If that’s the case she might be a while. I hardened my jaw and cut off my thoughts. I never revisit the scene of the crime, not even in my own mind. I leave that for others to do.

I soaped up and switched to hot water. My cock was raw and sore but if she walked in here naked I would nail her against the wall again. My cock was still hard in my hands as I washed away our night and morning fucks.

When it looked like she wasn’t coming anytime soon I turned off the water and left the shower. I wrapped the towel around my hips after drying off and walked into the bedroom to find her putting on her clothes, getting ready to leave.

“Where are you going counselor?” She jumped at the sound of my voice and fell back against the bed clutching at her chest.

“You scared me. I have to go.” She licked her lips and blushed as her eyes landed on the towel and the tent my dick was making under the soft wet cotton.

I walked over to her, her eyes on me all the way. “Whatever it is can wait. You need to clean up and have breakfast before you go.” I pulled her up from the bed and pushed the suit jacket back off her shoulders before she could open her mouth to argue.

“Don’t argue with me love, you’ll never win. Now go get cleaned up and I’ll rustle us up some breakfast.”

Vanessa

I took a quick shower and cringed at the state of my neck where he’d marked me. I had to go home before heading in anyway, so I’d find something to hide the evidence.

I can’t go into the office wearing the same thing as yesterday or everyone would know I hadn’t spent the night in my own bed. As I stood there transfixed I replayed the phone conversation in my head.

I was more than a little surprised to see from the readout that it was my assistant calling me that early in the morning. And what he’d had to say had given me much to think about.

“Where have you been? Your boy struck again.” Something like dread crawled up my lungs. “When?” I sounded like a petrified frog so cleared my throat and tried again.

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